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the day wednesday stops making incredible god tier blogs with incredible god tier portrayals is the day rp tunglr is found dead in a ditch btw

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should i... watch twd next

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coming online just to get mad about fictional scenarios <3

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no i'm sorry i'm not done because every SINGLE post about claire be it spiteful or pitying still somehow misses the point of her place in the plot entirely. she wasn't there to 'fix' carmy. she wasn't there for his escapism. she doesn't represent carmy's past and she isn't a mary sue and she isn't even there to contrast syd!! she is someone who knows and loves carmy just like anyone else in his life who he continues to sabotage any true vulnerability with!! if she contrasts syd, it's not even in a way that richie doesn't also, or natalie, because these are all people who care for him that he refuses to meet halfway the moment any vulnerability is required of him. for better or worse, claire's function in season two is about carmy's dysfunction, and how no matter how good his life can get or how many good opportunities come his way, he will ALWAYS blow it until he sorts his shit! as long as he refuses to process this hovering feeling, this anxiety, this waiting for the other shoe to drop, HE will drop it himself!! he will look at a perfect situation and ask is the other shoe gonna drop and not wait for an answer because the hope of even asking is too dangerous and painful to indulge in. if he stays in the hustle and the stress and never allows himself ANY amusement or enjoyment, it can't be something to lose. the point of claire is that it wouldn't even matter if it was syd or her, or anyone in carmy's life who dares ask of vulnerability from him (re: the big red button are you okay asked at a berzatto family function, hello), because as long as he remains where he is, he will blow it either way.

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claire tried to be carmy's pete bla bla she doesn't even know who pete IS.... she literally just fell in love with the worst person anyone could ever fall in love with at age like fourteen. it's not that deep i promise

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maybe i just had the biggest brain insane fc idea for @fists4once

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sorry i'm still thinking about all the things carm and richie screamed at each other through the fridge door. forever yeah

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oh yeah happy munday here is my cat <3

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not even finished with season 2 yet but as a sydmarcus truther i am frankly having a terrible time

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quick and easy tips

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get to know the author. . .

name :  jean :)

pronouns :  they/them feels the most accurate but i loveee the fluidity of any pronouns forever and always amen

preference of communication :  in the tags of replies.... unfortunately. social anxiety my most beloathed. BUT discord seems to be working better than ims for now, at least !

most active muse :  right now ? tommy and cat tlou, kae newborn oc babygirl... mostly. but the muses i have the most consistently active muse for are sean and karen lis, five tua, andddd [ REDACTED, who i've actually been thinking of making a removed original portrayal fandomless sideblog for. much to think about ]

experience/how many years :  oh damn, honestly ? i think just since 2020 ? 2019 ? somehow it's felt both longer and shorter than that rip <3

best experience :  ho man, where to begin. my first blog was surprisingly my best experience in the rpc when it comes to a blog being a BLAST to run, but it was kinda lightning in a bottle ; cool as hell, but no way in hell gonna last. i was in a sweet spot mentally but it was the exception to the rule, e.g. : my incredibly poor focus and consistency on every other blog since lol. but above all, it's trulyyy the people i've met on here. even if i fall out of touch, i treasure the talent and kindness i've encountered on rp tunglr of all places no matter how long ago i encountered it <3

rp pet peeves :  lame as hell answer but my own self sabotage when it comes to overwhelming myself aha. yet i do it every time <3 it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti - hero etc

plots or memes :  okay. okay. the answer IS plots, i swear. that first blog o' mine was bursting at the seams with threads i had such incredible muse for because i somehow had the mental where - with - all to honest to god plot, but literally i haven't been able to get there since then and it drives me NUTS. brain broke, so. memes. much to my dismay.

long or short replies :  the answer should be short for my own sake but. aha. hehe. hahaha. it's me. hi. i'm the problem it's me etc

are you like your muse : well. for obvious reasons, the answer is unfortunately yes. but usually in some small, but significant way. an isolated trait magnified to whims of my projection coping methods <3 i pass out singular traits of mine to my muses like halloween candy :)

tagged by : joeyyyy <3 tagging : if you've not done it yet, @soulspent, @soulwaned, @maimedaffair, @capitolhost, @palearizonuh, @fableheld, @lingeringscars, @exclibur, @wildkissed, and you reading this ; steal it and say i tagged you :)

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johanna's arrival makes him flinch and grin in the same breath. short and small, cut - off with purpose ; base instinct to remain still. solid. but he can't help how something settles with not only her presence, but her volume. deep and wide, overflowing. too many eyes round out in their direction and he doesn't feel the need to avert his own ; not this time, with her. even on a bad day, peeta's no skittish, shy thing, no mere prey animal, but even predators know when they're outnumbered. even then, to call himself a predator is something else entirely : laughable, hysterical, and it makes it easier, to extend this paper thin expression her way, this poor excuse for a smile, that he's somewhere in - between. neither predator nor prey, yet still an animal. just an animal. eating, sleeping, foaming at the mouth. animals don't care if their food is seasoned or not, do they ?

“   hello to you too,   ” he prickles, playful, quiet even with his spoon scraping at the sides of his bowl. half empty, half full. he'll finish it either way. “   apparently. . . if i behave myself, they'll let me in the kitchens. . . ” there's something bitter in his mouth now, but he ignores it, tries to. still a grimace as he peeks at her tray, openly ogling her options as if they were his own. “ i'll see if i can smuggle you some salt.   ”

❛ ——— YOU'D THINK FOR A SECRET DISTRICT WITH CONNECTIONS FROM THE CAPITOL they'd be able to pull some better things out from them. ❜ the tray she carries clatters against the table in the mess hall of thirteen, the sound echoing against the steel walls even as it nearly gets drowned out by the sound of chatter among them. few heads turn her way, but quickly turn back to their own focus as soon as they realize who it is, and who she settles next to. though the members know that there'd been a rescue op to get peeta and the others out of the capitol, that johanna had no filter and often spoke what was on her mind without any sense of regard for what was said ( something no different than she did before — if the capitol had to get used to it, not having anything to hold over her head as collateral, then so do the rest of thirteen ), she can see how they look at them. the way they look at peeta, after the capitol had used him in propaganda against the revolution, only seeing the way that they had twisted him into a puppet and not having to hear the screams of torture that came after the cameras turned off. she's not exactly the most sensitive type, but sometimes she wishes they'd mind their own damn business. if only so her fingers don't itch for her axe, so that she could throw it in their face.

❛ seriously, if i see grainy porridge one more time, i may just off myself. would it kill them to ask for some spices? ❜

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sorry i been scarce ; i've been 1) working </3, and 2) playing tlou the second i get home since i finally have enough ram to play it lol 🕺

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fall fuckin' sucks. it starts off well enough, warm and crackling like a fire as the nights start to grow cold, flame - colored leaves painting the hilltops red and orange and yellow like a constant sunset. sunsets are never constant, though, and jackson's sets on harvest. apple trees shed and shake, children high in their branches ; cherries and pears, peaches, juice - stained sticky feet and hands fill up backets and then pots and pans and jars. everyone and their uncle begins the long and never slow process of storing up for the winter. all the redneck ingenuity they pulled to stay cool in the summer comes undone for the oncoming cold, the opposite of calm before the storm. it's jackson, so it's not a panic, but it's something close ; a frenzy, prey animal bustle, quickened heartbeat hum. a beehive at it's most busy.

and then— and then ! cold season kicks in. everyone's favorite time of year, and it's not life - altering, world - ending, sick - sick, but their double - time becomes over - time as slews of people close off in their homes to recover, boiling bitter herbs and hand - washing sweaty sheets. it's manageable enough, until patrolmen catch it. then, it's either double shifts for the others or less experienced volunteers, and— well. what was cat supposed to do when dina was the only patrolman left without a partner ? not volunteer just to see the look her face ? karma's a bitch, though, turnabouts fair play and all that. joke's on cat, 'cause now he's knee - deep in mountain mud leading a stupid horse through the worst of it. unfortunately, a broken ankle for cat will always cost jackson less than a beast of burden suffering the same. whatever. the look on dina's face last night definitely isn't worth the look on it now.

“   you know, clickers are gonna hear that stupid smile on your face from a mile away and come alll this way just to rip it off,   ” he explains between stupid - ly heavy breaths, gaze too heavy to keep up, downcast, tracking each step on the sloppy incline like it might be his last. at this rate, he fuckin' hopes so. “   and i will point and laugh, and gladly let them rip my adorable face off too.   ”

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anyway.

thinking about a spider oc called wolf spider who managed to somehow be bitten by both a werewolf AND a radioactive spider in the same lifetime. is that anything

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disco drop for the homies cause i'm realizing i am somehow even Worse at ims

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