#I am going insane thinking about this

[tundrakatiebean]

While rotating my blorbo for a possible fic in my head I came up with a heartbreaking headcanon and I’m inflicting it on the rest of you because let’s be real - I don’t have time to write anything properly I have too many other creative things that take precedence.

So Tigris’ comfort item is an old fur coat from her parents. Tigris is known to have been a stylist for the hunger games. Tigris is also known to have been extremely sympathetic and kind to the tributes.

I think her coat is long gone by the time Katniss sees her in her shop selling fur, with a hidden cellar full of pelts. It was clearly an old coat. It was a remainder from Tigris’ family and one she relied on frequently during her fraught life so it could have been worn to shreds. Or sold during some of the rough times while Coriolanus was gone and money was tight. But I don’t think that’s what happened. I think while she was a stylist, while she saw these poor, hungry and scared kids, she tried to give them any comfort she could. She was always kind and thoughtful.

I think the first year she was a proper stylist she begged Coryo for district 8. She wanted the kids who understood fabric and how it worked and how it could be styled. Even though Coryo saw a district that far away as a slight to A Snow. I think she saw these two kids and she asked what would comfort them - what little piece of anything she could give them to help them. The kids didn’t know how to answer. The idea of district tokens hadn’t come to be yet, but she’d make sure to tell Coryo to add that for the next games. She told them about her comfort item - the old fur coat. Something that was a rarity in the districts and especially the one that made clothes out of leftover fabric remnants from the factory. She let them feel it and think about what could comfort them. After the kids were taken back to their quarters and she was left to design and sew costumes that would make them memorable she put her coat on. To think. To feel the fur around her, between her finger, and she had an idea.

That was the first time she took scissors to her coat, her most favored possession. It wasn’t to take a lot. Just two little pieces that she sewed into each of the costumes. Right in the pocket. Where the kids could reach in, rub their fingers against the feeling of fur, and remember somebody cared and wanted them comforted even if she couldn’t save them. She did it for every one of the kids she designed for. Leaving a little piece of her soul for each of those doomed to suffer and die. Until there was nothing left and she did enough surgery on herself that Coriolanus finally let her stop designing and she could disappear into a shop full of comforts and ghosts.

[vesselmade-a]

i was talking with @nvictive and i really want to bring up the parallel between what yuji’s grandfather said to him in the beginning ‘when it’s your time to go, make sure you’re surrounded by others’ and what gojo said to megumi ‘when you die you’ll be alone’. the more i think about it the more i realize, yuji has lost everyone. so when he does die he won’t have anyone. yet when gojo kicked the bucket he was surrounded by his old friends, geto, nanami and haibara as well as all his students who had to watch it happen.

[averageludwig]

OOH WAITER , MORE DEMOMAN PLEASE!!!!!

[itsdefinitely]

local man loses his sense of self more at 6

closeups:

[potatobugz]

objects loving objects baby!!!!

[bamboozled-distress]

it’s currently 2am and I’m trying to go to sleep but all I can remember is that jason todd stole the tires on the Batmobile in crime alley where Bruce’s parents died on the anniversary of their death and then proceeded to hit Bruce with his tire iron and called him a big boob while running away and Bruce laughed, jason made him laugh on the anniversary of his parents death. This is consuming my brain every minute of every day oh my fucking god.

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[putterphubase]

You said I can ask you if there's anything I don't understand, right? Then please teach me. How to kiss.

THE TIME OF FEVER (2024).

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

[isogenderskitty]

forever thinking about the tgwdlm digital ticket and how, after the “alice is already dead” speech, you can see ted in the background for the whole rest of the scene. and oh boy does joey ever pack that shit FULL of tiny little acting choices that make me go cuckoo bananas.

the first part that i love is when paul says “i’m gonna go with you to get your daughter back.” ted was walking away, but then he freezes, and clenches his fists at his sides. he stares at paul in disbelief for a moment, then he grabs the bottle of booze off the seat with obvious anger and sits back down.

he’s sitting, clutching the bottle, and staring down at charlotte’s body at his feet, looking miserable and angry.

but when paul says “there comes a time in every man’s life when he has to draw a line in the sand,” joey does this beautiful, tiny movement where just his eyes snap up from charlotte’s body. he’s not immediately looking at paul, but it’s crystal clear that he snapped to attention at that statement. then he stares at paul in such grim silence.

for me this all really resonates with all that we now know about ted… i think there have been many times in ted’s life when, from his perspective, things probably would’ve been a lot better if he had drawn a line in the sand. if he had stepped up. if he had been braver. if he had told jenny how he felt. if he had had a serious, open talk with charlotte. if he had the guts in this moment right now to go with paul and bill in the vain hope that his baby brother might still be alive in that school with alice.

but ted is so far gone at this point, so resigned, so far down that bottle of booze that he can’t bring himself to do anything. so he just watches paul go. and now the man he considers his best friend is strutting off to his death too, and ted knows he’s not going to stop him. he’s always been a coward, so why stop now?

i’m just fascinated by this whole sequence and i am obsessed with joey’s choices and how well the whole thing flows in harmony with information from years later. ted is such a mess and i love him so so much. he has so many subtleties to him if you’re looking for them.

[yhwcomeback]

I miss him, this one comes with a small speedpaint so enjoy idk

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

great i'm at my parents place about to go to bed and my mom drops a fun little puzzle in my lap i desperately want to get on but im so tireeeeddddd

She dug up these coins that my great grandmother seemed to have passed down the generations hoping it'd be worth something one day and every source online has either SUPER conflicting results or I'm simply not fine enough of an eye to slog through the counterfeits

for the morning, are any of yall numismatists? I feel like if any corner of the internet there might be a rando thats just SUPER into hundred-year-old chinese coins, it'd be this corner. in the meantime im going to bed

[victarin]

i fucking love people here you guys see this dinnerplate-faced daycare animatronic and go "what if they were detectives" and you make all this amazing astounding art and writing and concepts and designs like yeah . sure . im going to be normal abt this and im not going to think about the incredible levels of creativity involved im not gointg to think about how much i love seeing beginner artists using the dca as a way to learn new skills in art and character design Im not going to think about how much joy is in all those AUs and how much artists and writers put aspects of whatever they enjoy in those stupid ass clowns to make these incredible inspired stories and artworks absolutely Brimming with love for what they created &how much i love seeing people in the community huddling around those AUs and hyping them up and making More Art from those yeah im normal. whatever

[redpapercraness]

we are so fucking back

[constelationprize]

Thinking many many thoughts about how Jean was Riko's partner for a YEAR and was still rooming with Goon #3. Because that was how unwilling Riko was to let go of Kevin. And how that implies that Jean was placed as his partner both because of the practicality of Kevin being gone AND as a punishment for letting him go in the first place. Being partners with Jean could actually slow Riko down depending on how often he's hurt (because I don't think Riko was all that exempt from the rules to the point where his partner's performance would completely not matter) and he was still placed there. Riko was just THAT angry at him over Kevin's escape. And all the while he was keeping Kevin's side of room like an altar, even back when he didn't even think Kevin could PLAY, because of an injury he caused.

[webanglikethat]

… I’m just going insane about, how during the battle in the last book, Percy had to literally sit on his father’s throne to get his attention, something that almost got him killed.

I’m thinking of how you need to burn something important to you so the gods know that you’re truly desperate for their attention. in such moments of need, the incineration of something so cherished is a poignant gesture, a language that the gods are thought to understand but rarely respond to.

but Sally, oh Sally. all she did was burn ice cream. a random ice cream dessert. it held no meaning for her, it wasn’t even Percy’s. it was devoid of significance, it wasn’t even sacred. she had no connection to it. was it even hers? I think she randomly grabbed it, right?

but he came running. he came to her after not even five seconds. he knew. and she knew. ruling the vast sea held no allure for him, if water - in form of tears - was running down on his beloved’s face.

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