#MJ 12

[geezerwench]

Project Looking Glass | The Time Warriors of the 2012 Apocalypse

[tellmelater]

toast and dandelions

[liyazaki]

we get to choose our own paths, instead of what destiny chooses for us.

LA PLUIE THE SERIES | EPISODE 12

[mollywog]

Symmetry

After the first Games (CF Chapter 1)

I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks. We have our own ways to stay busy, to keep thoughts of our time as contestants in the Hunger Games at bay.

After the War (MJ Chapter 27)

We learn to keep busy again. Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks until the liquor runs out, and then raises geese until the next train arrives.

[queen-daya]

@monthly-challenge 2024 | Day 12: “Compliments” | Fluffy Daya

[inexplicablymine]

No Nut November

E | 10K | gift work for @kiwiana-writes

“I think that if we were really going to play this game we should up the stakes, fuck or get fucked. You can’t come at all either for the entire next month. I know you have heard of No Nut November, baby. Why don’t we play?” Henry doesn’t have any chance to respond, because Alex’s phone goes off again, and he is rushing back to his room for pants before Henry can get a word in edgewise. That is okay though, they will be edging each other all month long. Or, roommates to lovers the old fashioned way, through a tension filled month of who can break the other first in a come-competition of prophetic proportions.

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A crack fic that grew a plot and feelings.

This is the first in my bakers dozen of “12 Fics of Giftmas”, a series of gifted works to people who have made my first few months writing/in this fandom just that much brighter. The rest will grace your screens during the actual 12 days of Christmas!

[iloveacronix]

AFTER SEARCHING YEARS FOR A MACHIA EDIT ON TIKTOK... I FINALLY FOUND ONE...SOB....SOB SOB...CRIES....

[jinsei-pika-pika]

[eksopolitiikka]

[boanerges20]

MotoGP. Maverick Viñales #12 Photo /mj_photogp

[freshthoughts2020]

“1985🏀” 9” x 12””

[liyazaki]

CANON SAPPHICS!!!!

LA PLUIE THE SERIES | EPISODE 12

[artificer-dice]

So I may be up to something...

(The die on the right is a 30mm chonk for scale)

[goldstrvck]

sunbrat insomniac spider-man au 🙏🙏

[loghainmactirs-archive]

shoutout to weed. I love u weed

[arthdoesart]

“So, basically what you’re telling me is that—what?—I tried voting for the boy to get mutilated?” Johanna Mason tried to keep her temper in check when all she got on the other end was the deafening sound of frazzled silence.

"Well?" Seven's victor tapped her foot impatiently. Her brows furrowed when Twelve's former escort stuttered in explaining the differences between what they were receiving in their District in comparison to theirs. 

Joanna's nerves finally popped visible near her head. 

"Be specific, Trinket!"

"Johanna!" Annie Cresta chided from where she was curling herself in an attempt to hide from the world. "Please…" Four's victor was shaking again, eyes wide like a trapped animal. "Please…please don't shout—"

"Is he going to be okay?" A smaller, far innocent, and younger voice had rasped out. 

Johanna stiffened from her place. At least some good came out of it when Annie had the sense to instantly snap out of her episode. She always seemed to be the stronger one of them when it came to the needs of Flynn Odair. 

"You shouldn't watch any more of this, Flynn!" 

Annie pulled her son close and hid him desperately in her arms, glaring hard at the broadcast as they waited for the fourth scoring of another Capitol child heading its way to their screen. 

"Don't hang up on me here, Trinket!" Johanna snapped, quickly falling back to her anger of all things. The telephone in her hand groaned upon contact with her immense grip, almost close to snapping. She feared that she might break it if she didn't particularly like Effie's answer. 

"What the hell is happening?! And how the fuck are we supposed to score them then?"

"...what is the announcer saying on your end?" Effie questioned hurriedly in complete panic. "Beetee just called us and it would seem that each District is getting different messages! Some are even lacking information more than others—" 

"The fuck you mean!" 

There was an edge to Effie's voice the second she resorted to cursing again. "Mason! You watch your language!" 

"Fuck you!"

"Johanna!" Annie joined in, covering Flynn's ears while the boy was chaotically struggling to free himself from his mother's grip.

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Made this gif for the scene of my fic. The snippet of this scene can be fully read here 👉: