#brb i'm crying

[medusas-daughter]

The Hunger Games epilogue is emotional in so many ways that I forgot so many details until I re-read the series this week. In the book of memories that Katniss makes, among all her and Peeta's memories of the games and the victors and district 12, Haymitch asks her to add every single tribute he mentored and lost ever since he won his own games. Earlier in Mockingjay, Katniss tells him something along the line of "you closed yourself off to everyone until Peeta and I came into the picture" and he neither confirmed nor denied. And while it is obvious that he loves Peeta and Katniss like his own kids, this one line in the epilogue tells me he didn't close himself off as much as he wanted to. He remembered all 46 children the Capitol put under his care only to witness them horribly die. Most of them were from the Seam, just like he was. All of them had families waiting for them, all of them wanted to survive. He remembered them and asked Katniss to write their stories and described them so Peeta would draw them, so that even if history books don't deem them important enough to remember, someone will.

Also while Everlark get married and have kids, he raises geese in his backyard. I think that's also important.

[allkinds-oftrash]

They were a family!!! In love!! Look at all these photos:

[reyreedlioncourt]

the way he knew what Louis was going to do but still looked at him like he was the most precious thing in his life

[lewanarta]

As if team Poland didn't have an awful season, now Olek got dsqed 😞

[fleetingleimon]

I know how painful it is knowing that you've fallen for this person but something happened and had to cut it short.

That's what I felt about Eddie and Chrissy. That shit's gotta be so damn painful, and it's evident enough since Eddie didn't forget about her despite all the dangers surrounding him.

The "Chrissy, This is for you" guitar scene, for me, felt like him screaming and grieving her death but to also avenge her cuz, FUCK!

We all know that she truly deserves better.

[tistenya-targaryen]

mother, flee!

[christinepalmers]

i was today years old when i realised 838 christine used her stephen's cloak to fix 616 stephen's cloak 🥹❤️

[blackrosesmatron]

✨ //I simply A D O R E writing with you You have amazing headcanons for Leblanc, but also for those you interact with. Your ideas and plots for any potential directions or 'what could have been' temptations you throw my way are simply perfect~ And to boot you are one of the kindest and nicest muns I've had the pleasure of chatting with. Especially for an anxiety driven bat like me ;w; I always look forward to chatting with you, no matter the topic. The weather, our two idiots, games, other fandoms (VtM hell yeah <3) and anything else. I wish nothing but the best for you and hope that we'll enjoy writing our dumbasses together for a long time to come <3

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BRB, i'm gonna cry on that corner right there for a moment…

DHSGJHDS CELLAAAAA TT.TT Seriously, I read this message over and over half dozen times and am on the verge of tears.

You're one of my main rp partners and I simple LOVE writing with you. I love all your ideas (and I'm only sad that you are hiding your BRILLIANT hcs from the world!). I love your portrait of our favorite Blood Diva. I love talking to you about literally anything, related or not to LoL (VtM!)!

It's seriously one of the higher points of my day to talk to you! You became a dear friend to me, and I'm so sorry to say it but you sealed your fate, because no way in hell you're ever getting rid of me now!

I wish you all the best, and that you can achieve everything you ever dream about. I also hope we can continue writing our dorks for a long time still! (in every verse, every setting and different genres of plots) Love you, you precious bat lady! <3 <3 <3

[ravendruid]

“c’mere, let me patch you up.” for a modern vaxleth

From this prompt list. Content Warning: mention of blood (nothing gory) Because I'm suffering from brainrot, consider this not only Modern AU, but also a drabble for Be In My Eyes.

C'mere, let me patch you up

Keyleth jumped at the noise of the front door slamming, loud enough to travel through the entire apartment, her closed bedroom door, and the loud music coming from her headphones. Even Trinket, who was sleeping on Vex’s bed, jumped with the noise, running toward the bedroom door barking.

“What’s wrong, Trinket?” Keyleth patted the massive dog’s head. She walked out of the bedroom to check what the commotion was all about and saw that the boys’ bathroom door was open. She could hear grunts of pain and water running, which only concerned her even more.

“Vax?” Keyleth’s eyes went wide at the scene. Vax’ildan’s shirt was laying on the floor, ripped and in bunches, one hand covering what seemed to be a bleeding injury, while he searched the medicine cabinet with his free hand. Vax cursed at seeing her in the doorway and tried to hide the injury even further, rather unsuccessfully. 

“Vax, what happened?” Keyleth asked, immediately stepping in and grabbing supplies from the cabinet. 

“Nothing.” He grunted. Keyleth gave him a fierce look and shook her head.

“Let me see.”

“No, it’s fine. I can do it.”

“Vax’ildan, I will not ask again. Let me see.” Vax winced at her words, scared of the fire in her eyes, and took his hand away, letting it fall to the side of his body.

Keyleth stifled a laugh. Vax had scratch marks on his abdomen, going from his waistband line almost to his ribs. They looked fresh and were still bleeding, but it wasn’t as concerning as she thought it would be.

“I was trying to help someone get a cat from a tree,” he explained bashfully, “but the cat wasn’t very happy about returning to its owners.

“Mhm.” Keyleth bit her lips, looking at him with tears forming in her eyes from trying not to laugh. “C’mere, let me patch you up.” She led him closer to the tub and set the first aid kit on the toilet lid as she sat down on the edge of the tub. 

“This is what I get for trying to be a hero.” Vax winced as Keyleth gently started to clean the scratches. As he looked down, he could see redness spread up her neck and onto her cheeks as she stared deeply ahead of her.

“You’ll survive.” Keyleth was trying so hard to focus on the scratches, but all she could think about was how close she was to him, how warm and soft his skin felt on her fingers, how his muscles tensed with her touch. “Here. All done.” She finished by applying a dressing. “This will at least keep it from touching your clothes.”

“Thank you, Kiki.” Vax hooked a finger under her jaw and brought it up to face him. Much to his amusement, the redness in her cheeks deepened as he bent down to press a soft kiss to her cheek.

[literatureisair]

I'm forever blowing bubbles...

[kennethbrangh]

RICHARD SCHIFF in Lucky Numbers (2000)

[embystarr-blog]

"When nature unmakes the boundary,

The pillar of myth still stands,

The swan upon Leda,

Occupier upon an ancient land.

The gateway to the world

Still outside the reach of him,

Would never belong to angels;

Had never belonged to man."

This was Hozier's inspiration, I-

"Egyptian journalist and author Mona Eltahawy once referred to the global systems that control and endanger women as the world’s “oldest form of occupation.” Ever since hearing her speak in Dublin, I wanted to explore that thought in a piece."

[shinyrockalaska]

THE OWL HOUSE IS BACK?? SO SOON???

Help how to breath I forgot how to breathhhh

At least it comes out in the holidays for me so yay!

[marivenah]

well. tumblr has once again deleted all of my saved tags 😐 that just happened like last month i'm so pissed rn

[musicobsessedrandomperson]

I try to keep this pain inside

But I will never be alright

[major-aizen-simp]

sarah: why don’t you ever come into this room?

eric: because it’s the living room

sarah: ...

albrecht: ...

eric: :D