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[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: LIVINIA CRANE & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY ᴡʜᴇɴ: DAY OF THE (PROPER) LAUNCH

Livinia could not hide the fact that she was on edge. She wasn't sure whether she had sat down for more than thirty consecutive seconds since the failed games launch yesterday. She certainly hadn't slept. She'd spent nearly forty-eight straight in the control room, trying to fix the mess that she now found herself in. This was shaping up to be perhaps one of the longest and most continuously awful weeks of her life, but, she had assured herself that she would feel better once the launch actually happened and the tributes were in the arena.

And she had, for a minute. After staying up all night working on fixing everything that had gone wrong and ensuring that safeguards were firmly in place to make certain it wouldn't happen again, the tributes were in the arena. She could see them on her screen, turning against one another and starting the bloodbath in typical, brutal, violent fashion. For a minute, as the countdown hit zero and the games began without any further hitches, Livinia felt relief wash over her.

It was quickly replaced by exhaustion, irritation, and the overwhelming feeling of impending doom that so often accompanied sleep deprivation. Only a couple of hours into the games, she is sent away by her supervisor to "try and get some rest" ( he'd said it with false sincerity – playing pretend at caring about Livinia's wellbeing, rather than reacting to the fact that she had just spent five minutes screaming at an apprentice for reading out some incorrect data to her ).

It was bullshit, because she didn't need rest any more than anybody else in that room, but Livinia had swallowed her pride and agreed to take her break when her supervisor's expression makes it clear that this was not a request. She's paying very little attention to where she's going as she heads back to her apartment in the tower, rubbing at her bleary eyes – and so, maybe it's her fault when she collides headfirst into an oncoming person. Maybe, but she sure as hell isn't going to take accountability for it. "Fuck," She curses – perhaps a little more aggressively than she would have, had she slept at all in the past week. "Watch where you're fucking going."

[antlersish]

Mad about politics again

[kallypsowrites]

Imagine being JD Vance, who makes such a huge part of his personality being catholic. The pope himself takes time to lecture you on compassion then promptly DIES. The pope uses one of his last hours on earth to tell you that you suck at your religion on EASTER. And then DIES. Anyway RIP Pope Francis

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

being called "cringe" by another tumblr user is just so..............my sibling in christ u are also on the app

[irate-iguana]

Yesterday night, I asked my parents to remind me to return The Terror (2018) to the video rental store. This morning I woke up to two — momentarily confusing and concerning — text notifications:

[clonerightsagenda]

I was rambling on the issue of museums and human remains and how certain populations are more likely to have their bodies put on display to be gawked at and then went "well I guess the Pompeii casts were of Europeans. there are bones in there right?" and Googled it to make sure, at which point I confirmed that yes there are bones in there, but more interestingly DNA testing revealed that a cast of an adult holding a child everyone assumed was a mother and child were, in fact, a man and a kid entirely unrelated to him. Honestly that's more moving to me. Maybe they were connected in a way other than blood, but maybe a stranger saw a child when the world was ending and thought the one thing he could do was hold them.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[mockva]

🔬This scientist crafts stunning visual art through chemistry.

[pocketdogs]

a customer returned a drink because a fly flew into it and said: “one of your flies flew into my drink” and my coworker was so confused that they just said: “…my fly?”

[podcastwizard]

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

[evenlyevi]

"Parting gift."

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: CELESTIA DOLITTLE & OPEN ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRIBUTE TOWER, LOBBY ᴡʜᴇɴ: DAY OF THE (FAILED) LAUNCH

Celestia was not having a good day. Her first thought upon noticing that the elevators weren't working this morning was that she had somehow messed up, which would have been very embarrassing. Once it became clear that the faulty technology actually had nothing to do with her ( yay! ) her second thought was that this delay would be kind of annoying for her. For one thing, she'd already picked out her outfit for the launch party she was attending tonight ( a very flattering hot pink slip dress and matching kitten heels, of course ). For another, this meant that she wouldn't be off the hook from the responsibilities that came with her job for another couple of days at least.

Usually the launch was the end of things for Celestia ( unless her tributes won... which had never actually happened, but maybe soon! ). She would take her tributes down to the basement, bid them farewell, and wait for them to die. She never really watched the games ( they were a tad too boring for her taste – ninety-five percent of the time nothing happened, and the other five percent was a little too gory ), so she would generally be informed that they'd died while she was out at some sort of games-adjacent party. She mourned, of course – sometimes even for a week – and always thought of something nice to say when she wrote home to the tributes' families, but the launch generally marked the end of her active involvement.

Truthfully, Celestia was a little confused as to what she was supposed to be doing now. She'd already done all of her little tasks before the games were supposed to start, and the parties she was supposed to be at right now had been postponed. Instead, she finds herself in the lobby of the tribute centre in her party outfit, sipping on a matching pink cocktail and waiting for somebody to tell her what she was supposed to be doing next. Thankfully, she spots a vaguely familiar face walking by and shuffles over to grab them by the arm. "So... like, do you know what we're supposed to be doing right now? Because usually someone, like, tells me what I'm supposed to be doing. And are we going to get new outfits for when they re-do the launch, because I feel like my one has been spoiled and I really hate repeating outfits, you know?"

[stealingpotatoes]

My apologies, Lady Normal. But where does you Eunuch come from?

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

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