#THANK YOU HONK SHOO.

[repeatdeath]

Shout out to this person who talked under my religious trauma post SOOOO well. I think they said it perfectly and everyone ever needs to read this.

for those who cant or dont want to read the image, heres what it says (READ IT PLEASEE ITS SO GOOD)

[#yesss!! #religion was entrenched in society back then!! #it's the idea that you'll suffer eternal torture and damnation if you're a bad person #so Jekyll works to be kind #to be good and fair. even if he truly isn't #he spends his entire life working towards that perfect ideal in the bible #when he's 50. aged. elderly. he looks back and feels numb #he's been a hypocrite his entire life. (woe to thee. hypocrites. there's a whole lot there.) he's been fake #Hyde is him saying 'fuck you to all those values' #hyde is his freedom #Hyde is the things done in the dark. things so wrong and sinful that you'll never tell a soul #Do not murder. in the ten commandments. Practically the cardinal sin. You can never come back from that. (and. what does he do?) #and so that breaks him. #children are innocent. you have to be like a child to come to god. #and Hyde tramples one. steps on her and leaves her screaming #cruelty. (not kindness. not love) harming god's lambs #breaking the oath we made to become a doctor (sworn on the Bible) #some people put him as a sodomite. that's in the bible. and that adds a whole new level of guilt #there's so much you can do w this. #honk shoo posting]

[daria-meoi]

Source - Samba Schutte stories.

[officesupplied]

YOU!!! DAVE MILLER HEADCANONS!!!

YIPPEE

non-binary and aromantic but he’s too busy trying to become a god and all that to consider or care about gender n attraction.

in his free time he does very normal activities, such as making miniature sculptures of Henry Emily using babybel cheese wax.

either doesn’t drink coffee or drinks it with enough sugar to kill a small horse.

acts out the old Fredbear’s shows by himself as entertainment

thinks of the animatronics as his family because he is Very Attached to the idea of A Family. He needs a family or he will fall apart.

[bandtrees]

sadly kicks a rock

[currently-tired]

Guys…. I did it. I got tired of the overall lack of Henriel, and wrote a fic.

[little-silly-things]

silly? eepy? sleepy? weepy? silleepy? sillweepyeepy? sleepeepyweepy?? sweepmeepleepweepillyweepysillypillybilly?? oh??? oh so sillybillydillymilly?? *casts a spell on you so that you become so silly you become eepy and fall asleep*

what! joke’s on u I can’t get-

zzzzzzz (snork mimimimimimi)

(now I look like This. what did you Do to me)

(image credit to @mysillycomics, Bohug plushie)

[here-2suffer]

OMG HI NEW BELOVED HOW ARE YOU? Immediately gonna tell u that Nesquik also says hi and tells u to take a break

And if you're scared that someone gonna disturb you dw he will look around to nibble on intruders! Look at him he already sniffin for meanies!

JJZKSNSJS HI NEW MOOT! I'M FINE HOW ARE YOU? :D

Hi Nesquik! Kinda funny how I'm seeing this when I should be sleeping- I'll go to sleep after doing one last task, have a nice day/night!

[hymnostic]

h ❤️

home again — michael kiwanuka

harvest moon — neil young

hoping then — big red machine

hungry is the ghost — marissa nadler

harder, better, faster, stronger — daft punk

[shapard]

Yeah I just got a idea for a scenario, if you don't want to that ok. date night with lucifer playing untitled goose game, I know it's not ducks but would still be funny 🤣

Playing the Untitled Goose Game with Lucifer🪿

Fluff, Lucifer being a boomer

Lucifer x Reader

Lucifer was working on one of his dozen duck’s creations. 

He was too deep into his work that he didn’t sense you coming from behind.

You called out his name and he was startled at your sudden presence that he jumped up from his seat. 

The duck flew out of his hand flying into one of many piles of little ducklings. 

Dumbfounded he looked at his hands, “… My.. DUCK!”

You watched guilty as Lucifer threw himself right after it, searching for it. 

After a while he came back up, “She’s gone…” He pouted, “Well, just going to make another one.” He stood back up fixing his hair and his tuxedo. 

“Luci?” You called out for him, he completely forgot that you were standing there.

“Oh- OH! Hello Sweetie!” In a blink of an eye, he had you in a death grip, hugging you closely against his body. 

He stepped back and gave you a wide smile. “Next time please knock, you scared the shit out of me.” He laughed nervously and looked up to you with his loving eyes. 

His eyes travelled on your hands which were hiding something behind your back. “What do you have there.” He pointed at your hidden hands. 

Remembering why you were here in the first place, you smirked and pulled out a game named “Untitled Goose Game”.

Lucifer looked at you confused. 

“A game?” You nod furiously. “Can you please play it while I watch? Like a little date?”

After a while of being in a relationship with him you found out that he hates TV, and everything that came with it. 

He had an old Tv and it barely worked. For you he made an exception and bought one of those newer Flat Tv (The newest). 

When you found that game you just knew you must play it with him.

It was a game about a Goose?!

Who doesn't like Geese?

Lucifer sighed, “You know I don’t like any Tv related things. Maybe something else, for tonight?” He asked nervously, fidgeting with his tuxedo.

After minutes of Arguments, you both were sitting in couple duck pajamas on the Couch.

You two were cuddled up together and he had you in his Arms.

He didn't look impressed at all.

He agreed to play that game with you if you wear couple pajamas, he bought few weeks ago.

And you gladly accept.

You explained to him the main controls of the controller and he started to curse:

“Why is this so complicated?”

“Why doesn't it work?!”.

“You’re being so dramatic.” You said and Lucifer glared at you. “Here you can move the goose.” You moved the link stick to show him. 

You danced in Victory when you saw him playing after minutes of rage.

Finally he pressed the right buttons.

With sparkling eyes, he walked around as a goose in the game he was already obsessed.

He moved the goose easily around the game and he honked at almost everything in the game. 

It was so adorable.

He loved this game. 

Even though he rages every time someone shoos him away.

Once he even tried to throw the controller at the human in the Tv. you managed to stop him just in time. 

He was very pissed at the humans in the game screaming every second: “Let me through!”

"How dare they not let me pass?! I'm the king of Hell!" You stroked his back, calming him down. "It's just a game."

It was a simple, stupid game but he loves everything about it.

And he’s secretly thankful you bought him this game.

He squealed like a child who got a Lollipop when he discovered he could swim in the little lake. 

Even when you fell asleep and woke up in the morning after you saw Lucifer still playing the game. Fighting with the urge to go to sleep. 

Maybe you changed his mind about Video games and Tv with this little date night.

He finally did something else than working on his hyper fixation about ducks.

But now he started to also make rubber Gooses.

A/n: I hope this meet your expectations! I completely forgot about this game's existence💀.

💫

@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger

[strawbeelemonade]

We need more of spider punk❤️❤️❤️

ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS (Part 2!): Hobart brown

GIF by fizzytoo

SO many requests for this guy,,, i hope you like!

🕷 - hobbie likes watching you stand up for yourself.

🕷 - he knows you have spunk, no matter how deep down, it’s there.

🕷 - it thrills him to see you fight back, fills him with satisfaction. He will back you up in a heartbeat, no matter what it is he will fight with you and for you.

🕷 - he’ll fall back to back with you, you won’t have to worry when fighting along side him, let yourself go and spread CHAOS. He’s got your back

🕷 - he’s very deep thinking. He values your morals, your conviction and who you are in the face of hardships.

🕷 - He thinks real hard about what he chooses to put his faith in. And that includes you.

🕷 - he trusts you with his life.

🕷 - he’s a bit of a wanderer. There isn’t really a reliable routine he follows, so you might go a little while without seeing him.

🕷 - but don’t worry, he’ll always come back to you. He won’t leave you lonely for too long, gorgeous.

🕷 - he’ll pay you random visits just because!

🕷 - and by that I mean he’ll let himself in.

🕷 - its not uncommon for him to show up in the middle of the night, and if your not asleep, he offers to sneak you out for a few hours of fun.

🕷 - It’s alright, beautiful/handsome, there’s no safer place then by his side.

🕷 - If you live here, you’ll know that the UK can get pretty cold, especially at night. he’ll lend you his jacket if he catches you shivering

🕷 - Hobie will take you to concerts. You’re his first choice.

🕷 - he’s got a lot of connections and he can get you in easily.

🕷 - if you think he is anywhere other than right in the front then you are CRAZY. and he wants you right there with him.

🕷 - the music is so loud it’ll shoot through your chests, filling both your senses. sharing that exhilaration with you means a lot to him.

🕷 - he keeps you close to him the whole time, and makes sure you don’t get too roughed up by the other people around you.

🕷 - If it all gets too much don’t worry, he knows a cushy spot in the rafters away from all the people, and its a great view.

🕷 - when Hobie’s the one on stage he’ll be looking for you in the crowd

🕷 - he plays better when your there

🕷 - knowing your eyes are on him makes him more bold.

🕷 - don’t take your eyes off of him. Don’t you dare look away. He wants to see your face.

🕷 - he’s on the run a lot, so he’ll need to crash at your place often to lay low.

🕷 - “thanks, doll. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

🕷 - if you play guitar he will play solo’s with you

🕷 - if you don’t know how to play he’ll sit behind you and rest his hands over your own, pressing your fingers into the right chords.

🕷 - his chest pressing in to your back are the least of your worries, though. His breathe is hot and his lips are soft. And, oh! your cheek and jaw, which are his favourite places to kiss, are completely exposed.

🕷 - good luck.

🕷 - he’ll give you piggy back rides.

🕷 - wrap your arms around him as tightly as you want. He doesn’t mind. his hair might tickle your face as he turns his head to give you a peck on the cheek, though.

🕷 - when you both sleep next to each other you won’t have to worry about his hair getting in your face. He’ll wear a wrap.

🕷 - his hair is NICE in the movie. those wicks were P R I S T I N E

🕷 - if you play with the little baby hairs poking out from the bundle then he’ll be all over you I bet he’d love that.

🕷 - if he loses his wrap then he might use his mask in a pinch. It’d be really fun if the inside was lined with silk just to keep his hair nice.

🕷 - If he sleeps in that then your gonna have to put something on the spikes to stop them from poking you 😭

🕷 - "nah fam i am not sticking marhsmellows on my head."

🕷 - Honk shoo

🕷 - he will pierce you ears for you.

🕷 - he knows how to sew. mending clothes are more cost effective, and punks have been DIYing outfits since the very beginning.

🕷 - if you don't know how, he can hem or mend your clothes. like i don't he he knows just surface level knowledge either. Hobbie is IN the sewing community

🕷 - he'd get zesty with it too!

🕷 - yeah, he could sew your clothes to look good as new, but have you seen visible decorative mending? there are so many ways to get creative with mending- his personality would really shine through in his work.

🕷 - your favourite pair of jeans that used to have a hole in the knee are now fixed, but with am embroidered spider web spriraling outwards.

🕷 - this is an example of how incredibly thoughtful he is. he spends lots of time and love to turn something broken into something new. and thats one of the ways he'll show you he loves you.

🕷 - you won't really ever be questioning if he loves you though.

🕷 - he's blunt. he'll let you know.

🕷 - tee hee

🕷 - Hobart doesn’t really get Jealous.

🕷 - But he LOVES rubbing your relationship in any clueless suitor’s face when he gets the chance.

🕷 - after watching the movie I am 100% certain that he is willing to clock someone over the head for you.

🕷 - intimidation tactics work great to ward off most creeps. But some people need a demonstration.

🕷 - his hand will snake around your lower tummy or waist, and he pulls you flush against himself

🕷 - he’d lean down to whisper “is this one bothering you?”. Real quietly so no one else can hear.

🕷 - if your friends with Hobart, your friends with Pavitr.

🕷 - and if your dating Hobart, then your basically gonna date him too LMAO

🕷 - Pav thinks you're both so cute! You have his full support. He is INVESTED. The moment he sees you after rough housing with Hobie he gasps! Hello you!

🕷 - he’s all over you.

🕷 - Pav thinks you’re a sweetheart. If Hobie isn’t there you can count on him to have your back.

🕷 - I’ve said this before but he’s canonically got a good read on people, and that’s probably especially so for his best friend.

🕷 - and so he sees how happy you make him. Pav absolutely treasures you.

🕷 - Chances are you'll end up getting close with Gwen too! she stays over in other universes since her situation back in her own isn't great. you guys end up hanging out because of it and ya'll grow close.

[joshusten]

Throwing a doodle ask out to you, congrats on the milestone! How about Hux and/or Damien asleep?

honk shoo mimimi....they fell asleep after watching a movie!

THANK U SO MUUUUUCHHH AAAAAA :"))) !!! loved doing this sketch!! the blorbos.......

[emgod666]

rick sounds with lyrics

Lyrics:

Cha-ching

Me-ow

Wait wait what whuh stop.

Aw.

Mehm.

Go fetch.

I'm in heaven right now.

Thanks dumb-dumb.

About nothing.

Huh. He's making himself a sandwich.

I said thanks dumb-dumb!

Summer.

Thorn straight up into my ass.

Me irresponsible!?

Baby.

It's fine!

I'm sorry.

Everything is fine!

My god, so embarrassing.

What the hell is he talking about?

I don't wanna hear about Mrs Spencer!

Why are you dressed like a waiter?

Mor-ty.

Honk shoo mimi.

Jesus Christ our saviour was born today.

Hi Joyce, Leonard.

They give you a carton of milk.

Motherfucker.

Argh.

Burp.

Yes Jerry, it's Tati.

What do you know about friendship?

Birdperson.

Birdperson.

Birdperson.

Was at Blood Ridge!

Burp. Oh.

Ohh, fuck. An ice cave? Shit!

Seven seven one nine eight three six four two one one two five.

Oh my god.

Vom.

Huh?

Okay.

What the hell - hell?

I'm. Not. Certain!

No! God!

It hurts.

Oh god, it hurts.

Exhaling.

Wow.

Argh! The Amish bitch shot me!

Seven seven one.

Three six four two.

One one two five!

Sigh.

[columboscreens]

I just had the thought that it's unfortunate that there was never a Columbo spinoff where instead of solving murders, he just goes about his daily life.

see i agree because columbo is like a paramecium that you want to watch under a microscope, but i think part of the appeal of the show (any good show, really) is that it gets you thinking. the show ends, the murderer gets arrested--but what's columbo gonna do afterwards? is his wife waiting for him? is he gonna go sit in his armchair at home with his dog by the fire like the sleepytime tea bear?

honk shoo lookin ass

it gets the imagination going in a pleasant way. so i think i actually prefer that our exposure to columbo outside of his work is limited to coy little glimpses, such as phone calls with his wife about what groceries to pick up...

late night beers after work...

waking up stressed about a case in the middle of the night...

being a tourist...

getting yanked out of bed at 2am...

getting into a car accident thanks to his bimbo driving and needing to get taught a lesson by engorged mr. clean...

you get the idea. let your imagination run wild!

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 11)

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

Eight weeks.

It’s been eight weeks since the tour. Y/N grows more anxious with each passing day, waking from terrible nightmares alone. She finds Haymitch sitting on the couch, with a bottle in hand.

“You need to sleep,” he says after a long moment.

“I can’t,” she argues.

“Come here.” Haymitch waits until she is settled, with her head in his lap, before throwing the blanket over her. “Close your eyes.”

She nuzzles against his thigh, utterly exhausted but unwilling to return to the horror of her dreams.

In truth, that’s why he’s forsaken the warmth of their bed for the couch. They’re coming up on a Quarter Quell…and anything can happen in a Quarter Quell. He knows that better than anyone, after being reaped with double the tributes.

He peeks down. Her eyes are closed; breathing too fast, her muscles rigid. “You’re safe.” Haymitch murmurs, “it’s just you and me.” These whispers continue until she snores lightly.

He wakes with a hand still twined in hers and a kink in his neck, from sleeping upright.

Y/N doesn’t stir as he stretches and yawns to the patter of little feet on the second floor. Haymitch stumbles into the kitchen, flipping on the burner to start breakfast.

“Honk.”

He turns with the spatula in hand. Surely he is dreaming, or perhaps the years have slowly driven him insane. But he knows for certain that damn goose is not in his house, again. And if it were, it sure as hell wouldn’t have the audacity to honk at him.

“Get,” Haymitch warns, shooing the beast out through the back door. It wails at him all the while, rousing Y/N.

She rubs her eyes, trying to make sense of the scene. “Louie?”

“Honk.”

“Don’t say his name.” Haymitch grunts, closing the door harshly behind the animal.

Y/N laughs, “how’d he get in here?”

“I had the sliding door open for some fresh air.”

“Smells good,” she takes another whiff.

“I made breakfast.”

“Thank you,” she forces herself from the cushions. Brushing past her husband toward the bathroom.

Haymitch is in a better mood when she returns. Everest and Arista are seated at the island, scarfing down pancakes as Haymitch fills them in on the goose fiasco.

“I turn around and he’s standing there.” Haymitch points to the exact spot.

Arista gasps, resorting to his full name, “Louis.”

“Had to chase him out with the spatula.”

Everest chuckles, around a forkful of eggs.

“You didn’t hit him, right Daddy?” Arista looks up with those big eyes, the same color as Y/N’s.

“No,” Haymitch sighs, “I didn’t hit him.”

Y/N comes to collect her plate, standing beside Haymitch, opposite the kids.

“You can sit down.” He smirks, watching her take the first bite.

“I’m ok,” she bumps his hip with her own. They are fuller now, at seven months pregnant. “I’ll just hang out here with you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Stay with me forever.

“Hey mom,” Everest calls her attention.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think we can plant some of the seeds Peeta gave me?”

The geese have done a number on their garden.

“Yeah, we can do that.” Y/N agrees, wanting to soak up as much time with them as she can before the baby.

They haven’t talked much about names. Even the crib resides in one of the spare rooms, untouched, unprepared.

————————————————————————

“Oh, Katniss.” Octavia, of her prep team, has tears in her eyes at the sight. “You look beautiful.”

The Capitol has chosen this dress; the dress. The one she’ll be married in, though it needs quite a bit of alteration.

“Is that my dress?” Y/N chokes out. She thought it might be strung up in a museum somewhere, immortalized as one of Snow’s trophies, or sold to the highest bidder. She thought she’d never see it again; not now. Not on Katniss.

Katniss opens her mouth to speak. Though it isn’t her choice, she feels sick.

“She can’t wear this dress.”

“It’s what the people chose, dear. Because you’re a family,” Flavius explains. “Don’t you want Katniss to feel the way you did on your special day? We can always alter it again to fit your daughter, when the time comes.”

“No,” Y/N breathes, this can’t be happening, “no, where’s Cinna?”

“I’m here.” He emerges from the hall, scraps of ivory fabric draped over one shoulder.

“I need to talk to you, please.” Y/N is visibly shaking as Cinna follows her to the sitting room, closing the glass door so Katniss has no chance of overhearing. But she can still see them.

Her mentor’s frantic explanation, Cinna’s steadying hand at her shoulder as he listens. Gaze changing quickly from sadness to anger, mirroring Y/N’s. Cinna nods, one final time before Y/N squeezes his upper arm in parting.

“We’re going to make some changes.” The stylist says upon his return.

“Y/N,” Katniss calls from the pedestal, unable to go after her. “Wait.”

“I’ll be back.”

“I’m sorry.” Katniss apologies, for whatever she’s done.

“No, don’t be. It’s-” Y/N breaks off, “nothing. I just need to see Haymitch.” She rushes out before Katniss can get a word in.

Cinna begins sketching out a few new additions, taking away the old, making it new.

“Is there something wrong with this dress?” She asks, itching to remove it.

Cinna shakes his head, even he has trouble looking at her in it now that he knows. “Nothing we can’t fix.”

Katniss recounts the events to Peeta later that night, he doesn’t fully understand either.

“It’s like she was afraid of the dress…or what would happen to me while I was in it.” Katniss looks down at her hands. “Maybe something happened to her.”

Peeta swallows hard, the more they learn about the Capitol, the more reason he has to believe… “I think a lot of things happened to her.”

————————————————————————

Commander Thread arrives within the week. Tearing through the hob, taking away what little they have and screwing down a big metal whipping post in the square.

The chaos is not missed by the inhabitants of victor’s village, Katniss least of all. Pushing her way through the crowd to find the source of the tortured screams echoing out into the streets.

Interrupting Gale’s punishment earns her a black eye, with a gash underneath and one lash to the outside of her thigh, on the eve of the big wedding. When she stands again, she is faced with the barrel of Thread’s gun.

The first person to rise to her aid is the last person who should be standing between Katniss and a bullet. Shoving Katniss behind her with one arm, the other held protective over her growing child. Explaining who she is and talking him down. Thread recognizes her, Katniss too after a moment; if he kills them it will be his head on the chopping block.

Haymitch is fuming when he finds them there. Furious with both Y/N and Katniss for putting themselves in harm’s way. Peeta arrives on scene, another person for Haymitch to shove behind him without a second thought.

“You sure Snow wants four dead victors? Because that’s what we’re looking at here.” Haymitch reasons, holding both hands in the air. “It’s bad enough that you marked up Katniss’ face on the eve of the big wedding. My wife is carrying the most eagerly anticipated baby in Panem, all this stress isn’t good. Let it go…and we will too.”

“Fine,” the commander licks his lips, “but next time it’s the firing squad.”

“Excellent idea.”

The flogging is broadcast to the nation on a five second delay, cutting out just after Katniss jumps in.

No one sees past that point except the president. Again, the victors of district twelve have proven themselves to be a united front. A family of agitators beyond reason, who consider themselves above the law. Snow knows exactly what he must do and Plutarch already has a plan.

“It’s what we gamemakers like to call a wrinkle.”

————————————————————————

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of the Hunger Games.”

Everest and Arista are off playing with Madge and Y/N’s parents, leaving the eldest victors of district twelve to sit silently in front of the projector.

“It was written in the charter of the games, that every twenty-five years there would be a Quarter Quell, to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is marked by games of a special significance.”

Y/N skates her thumb over Haymitch’s knuckles hoping to comfort him.

“On this the seventy-fifth anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell.” Snow pulls the card free from its envelope. “As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”

“What?” Y/N leans forward, surely she misunderstood.

Haymitch grips his glass with enough force to shatter it, broken shards falling to the floor. He is bleeding, but he can’t feel it. The anger, the fear, the rage swallows the initial bite of pain.

“The victors will present themselves on reaping day; regardless of age, situation, or state of health.”

Y/N examines his wounds, scarlet pooling across his palm and fingers.

“Leave it, angel.” Haymitch warns, needing it to tether him to reality. Proof that this is more than a nightmare.

“I need to check on Peeta and Katniss.” Y/N remembers, pushing past the clouded lens of her own mind. “Let me take care of you before I go.”

“I need you to leave it.” He says a second time.

“Ok- I,” there are no words. Not as she stands, or presses her lips to the crown of his head and leaves. Instead she focuses on her steps, one foot in front of the other.

Haymitch stays there, unmoving, allowing his blood to stain the pristine fabric of the couch’s armrest. The front door creaks open, enough to startle him to action, he doesn’t want his children to see. Instead he tosses the throw blanket over the evidence.

“Where’s Y/N?” Katniss demands, identifying herself as the intruder.

“Ah, it’s just you.” Haymitch whips the fabric off, using it to gather the broken glass. “Take a seat.”

“We have to save them.”

“Finally done the math, have you?” Haymitch muses.

Promises are easier to make than keep. Asking for Peeta and Y/N to live is essentially asking each other to die. That’s not something that Haymitch can bring himself to do. But he does agree to volunteer for Peeta; with a sneaking suspicion that Katniss will do the same when it comes down to it.

Y/N is good, kind and selfless. Katniss has known it from the day they trained together, on the mat of the tribute center, what feels like a lifetime ago. The same way Peeta is good, willing to stand by her, comfort and protect her, at his own expense.

“Haymitch!” The sound of it is awful, wretched from Y/N’s throat.

“What’s the matter?” Haymitch stands immediately, as does Katniss, rushing toward the entryway.

“I went to check on Peeta,” Y/N flies into his arms, closed eyes shining with tears.

“You’re ok,” Haymitch murmurs, smoothing down her hair.

“But I couldn’t find,” Y/N opens her eyes to find the very person she’s been losing her mind over. “Katniss.”

Haymitch releases her. Relieved that the cause of her anguish is nothing more than a misunderstanding.

“Katniss.”

Katniss embraces her, holding fast, like it might save her, like it might change anything. In Katniss’ mind there was always some understanding, that Peeta is to Y/N as she is to Haymitch.

They fit together crudely, like an ill crafted puzzle. Even still, Katniss can no longer deny that Y/N loves her just as fiercely. No different than her own child. “Sorry I scared you. I just had to get out of there.” My mom’s screams…Prim’s questions.

“It’s ok,” Y/N pulls back to look at her. Stroking her thumbs over the blotchy apples of her victor’s cheeks. “We don’t know who they’re gonna pick.”

Katniss nods, allowing Y/N to fuss about her. Needing it just as badly, though she would never ask.

“But we know all of the victors and depending upon the reaping, I have some ideas for potential strategies and alliances-”

“You know it’s me.” Katniss says finally, voice breaking over the last word. “If the only choice is you or me in that arena, I’m the one Snow wants dead.”

“We don’t know that, sweetheart.” Haymitch scrubs his unmarred hand over his face.

“And he’d prefer you dead over Peeta.” Katniss points out, not in the mood to sugarcoat.

“You’re right,” Haymitch admits. “We know the bowls are rigged, but we don’t know how. If they want entertainment and shock value, it’s gonna be us together.” He flicks a finger between himself and Y/N. “Or you and Peeta together. We’re all star crossed lovers now and I promise you, we won’t be the only ones. It’ll be lovers, siblings, friends. If Snow’s doing it to punish us.” Now the finger is pointed at Katniss. “He’s sending in Y/N and Peeta. If it’s simply to eliminate their problems, that’d be you and me, kid. And we won’t have any idea what their angle is until reaping day.”

Part 12

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[horsewizardart]

honk shoo

so as of today it's been a year since i started making this stuff. thank you to everybody who's followed along. becoming part of this weird little community has been incredibly fulfilling, and i'm excited to be heading into this next year of funny-looking horsies with all of you

[old-poptart]

Hi! I hope i read the rules correctly and didn’t miss anything. I was just wondering if i could get Teru tsukasa and Hanako with a diabetic s/o? Like their first reaction on how s/o just goes poking their finger for the first time to check their blood? Please just delete this request if you can’t do this or Thank you :]

a/n: HEY THERE!! yes of course you can 😜 i don't have diabetes myself so i do apologize if i misrepresented!! ANYWAYS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!!

warnings: uh oh blood, pricking your finger with a needle

Hanako 🌺, Tsukasa 🥀, and Teru 🤺 with a diabetic s/o (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"it looks like i need one too, you're too sweet for me~"

even though you and hanako have been together for a while, he's never seen you prick your finger with your kit, he didn't even know you were a diabetic!

that all changed though, the two of you were hanging out in the bathroom as per usual, you two were chatting about your upcoming date and having lunch together! how cute~

right before eating though, you had to check your blood sugar as part of your routine. so, you got out your kit and pricked your finger like normal

you had forgotten though about how your boyfriend doesn't even know that you were required to do this, so it had shocked him

he doesn't know much about about modern medication, so seeing you prick your finger for no apparent reason caught him off guard

"but yeah! the rooftop is a nice plac- what are you doing?"

he tried to stop you cuz he thought you were hurting yourself, bless him-

you stopped in your tracks due to his sudden action, realizing you had some explaining to do

once you told him that you had to do this daily thing due to your lack of insulin, he immediately switches up

he's not very squeamish so he doesn't mind when it's time to do your thing

BUT he will always make sure that you're not hurt afterwards and always gets you a cute little bandaid for your finger

if you refuse he will make you wear it (jk)

he also carries candy (and steals candy from the mokke too) for whenever you need it, such a sweet darlin </3

Tsukasa 🥀:

"can i help you?!"

tsukasa loves taking naps with you

again he’s like a cat, all over you and you can’t escape muehehhehe

like between class periods or after school he luvz getting all cuddled up as y’all snooze togetha

you usually do your routine when he’s already asleep, not on purpose though you just aren’t aware that he’s already going honk shoo

one faithful day he was just aboutta fall asleep next to your beautiful self but somethin caught his eye!!!

some kinda pointy concoction was moving towards your finger!? and it’s gonna hurt you!? no ma’am nah uh

he swatted that thing as far as possible (to the other side of the broadcasting room) and looked back at you to see if you were alright

“tsukasa i need that to feel better..”

“THAT makes you feel better!?”

“let me explain this-“

once he was educated about your condition (it took ten times to explain and two charts), it was his plan to make sure you stay healthy!

he wanted to have an extra diabetes kit on him but having a prickly needle at his reach wouldn’t be the smartest idea..

the boy jus wants to take care of his sweetums’ 😕</3

can he even call you that

Teru 🤺:

“whatever it takes for my dear to be at their best”

atp dawg this man is educated about anything

if he isn’t you bet yo precious ahh he will learn about it until it’s engraved into his mind

whenever y’all can he takes you on cute lil dates!!!!

flowers every time, he pays every time, lets you pick where y’all are gonna go

he’s so cutie patootie keep him forever

unlike hanako and tsukasa he’s known about your diabetes for a while, before y’all started going out actually

he found out obv when you pulled out your lil kit and did your thing, asking if you needed help with the needle and such

“pfft, and do you know how to work this thing?”

“..and there!”

“you’re telling me i’ve been doing it in a way less effective way and you jus did that in seconds.”

all funnies aside he carries lil sweets for you and reminds you to take your test before you eat and sleep, he even helps you on your dinner dates 😓🫶🏼

marry him rnnrnrnrnnrnrn

GAHHH SOSOOSOSOS SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT SO LATE I HAVE INZANE WRITERS BLOCK BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

-ooga :D