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malinaa · 10 months
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you#think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's#everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me.#real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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i’m obsessed with the idea of cult leader!geto pining for a reader who just fucking hates him. i don’t know why just. maybe it’s someone from his past that he left behind when he defected, maybe they’re bitter and spiteful and all they do is hiss and bite but he’s so smitten. you can do no wrong in his eyes. he deserves the curses and anger, he knows, and he receives them with a smile and eyes full of hearts. he gets giddy when you scowl at him. he just thinks you’re love personified. he’s so gentle and patient that it’s infuriating because nothing you do or say will get him to bite back. it’s like you’re a kitten gnawing at his fist but he does nothing but coo at you even when you draw blood
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unganseylike · 1 year
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thought of the day: the way that everyone forgets noah and yet will be forever influenced by his presence in their lives is kinda appropriate for TRC as a coming of age story. do any of us truly, consciously know each person, event, or place that shaped us into the people we are today? though our consciousness forgets, their memory is inseparable from the way we go about life.
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ink-the-artist · 2 years
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“Social media has made this generation so narcissistic and self centered everyone’s always posting selfies and posting about everything they do during the day” shut up. The human desire to show you exist and you were here is innate and we’ve been doing it since the days we were leaving hand prints on cave walls
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roominthecastle · 9 months
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Siegfried Farnon is based on eccentric vet Donald Sinclair, who Peter Wright worked closely with in his early career.
"You know, Donald died unexpectedly. And that morning, I remember the phone going, Jim Wight rang me to say Donald's died. Jim said, 'It's going to be a duller world without Donald Sinclair.' By gosh, it was. It has been."
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dramoor · 2 months
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suddencolds · 2 months
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#not a vent just a journal entry (feel free to scroll past; there is no snz here and this is also not that interesting)#realizing now that i never thought of myself as#someone whose absence would register to others in any other way than just neutral/detached recognition?#phrasing this really badly and i am truly going to delete this later bc it is embarrassing LOL#i think when i was young and posting all this fic into questionable places (the f*rum) i was like#(@ an unfinished work of mine) no way anyone could be bothered by these cliffhangers 👍 they can just imagine the ending#even though i would frequently be bothered by other people's cliffhangers. that exact same principle just wouldn't apply to me in my head#and when i did not respond to people i was like.. i'm sure i wasn't really an important part of their lives so they won't mind it#if i stepped away?#i never really entertained the concept of people missing me or looking forward to my responses 😭 i never thought of myself as someone worth#missing... so when i disappeared it was always with little to no sense of guilt. i think even now i struggle with#seeing myself as someone that inhabits like a tangible enough space in other people's lives that my absence would be felt#(and i don't mean that in a morbid way. and i do recognize that it's quite hypocritical)#on the flipside of things i frequently miss people and look forward to their responses. and sometimes i wonder like#do they all know? do they all know that i miss them because they somehow understand this aspect of human nature better than i do?#or are they in the dark like i am? are these things assumed or are they only known when they are said... 😭#i am a little bit of a coward so i am not saying anything (also because can you even say this kind of thing to someone??#i would probably die of embarrassment) but#how strange it is to have someone suddenly inhabit a space in your life that is substantial enough that#when they're gone you feel that space open up and you miss them#the few times in my life people have conveyed that sentiment to me i remember feeling puzzled that my presence could have that kind of#weight to them. i think my problem is that i purposefully do not read between the lines if the conclusion is something favorable towards me#because i don't want to bank on something good that might or might not be true 😭 anyways this is way too long already. if you read this#then good morning or goodnight
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duusheen · 10 months
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Nothing like the fresh country air and his hat 🎶
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anon, you're a genious.
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dylanlila · 1 month
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got 2 points to make. the first one being: THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE LAST SHOT...... showing this right after lila's dissolving boundaries breakdown says EVERYTHING... it has her and elena within the boundaries of the door, as if they were their own little country... second point being (this is for people who care about jo, the blogger posting this): me circa june 2024
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elizabethalsagacomics · 2 months
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Finished this drawing of @codydbuni-blog's Grumpsona, Cody Tunawich!
Alt versions and DA link under the cut:
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Enjoy, dude!
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sincerely-sofie · 9 months
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Celebi watching her friends' inability to communicate romantic intent and trying desperately not to scream and/or break out into laughter (depending on who and what it's in reference to at any given time)
At least Twig probably won't get a direct confession, say "neat," and immediately resume what they were doing to never think about it again for years like I did to someone once.
oops.
You underestimate her power, suspiciously Grovyle-coded anon.
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binah-beloved · 7 months
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So I know you HC that Binah won't let you anywhere near the Well (yes I've read the whole blog basically in one sitting because... I need more Binah in my system.) But consider this
She avoids you assisting her with extractions as much as she can. Maybe she sends you off with "urgent" reports to other sefirot (the higher the floor, the better), whenever she has to draw from the Well. But she can't keep this up forever. You DO want to be at her side when she has to go through THIS nightmarish task. Anyhow you do end up assisting her. How does that make her feel? Maybe your presence anchors her to reality and keeps her sane more than she'd care to admit? Maybe she instinctively covers your eyes at some point without even realizing it?
we all need more Binah in our systems
when the day finally comes that you're by her side, the only thing Binah feels is fear. it's not something she usually experiences, as even degraded Arbiters are stronger than anyone needs to be, but she knows the sharp pain in her chest is fear, cold and unyielding. you're so fragile- even the best weapons and gear she gives you won't be able to defend you from the Well- but you're also so stubborn, insisting that you accompany her
"No one should have to do this alone". that's what you told her, and what you stand by. so reluctantly she brings you to the Well, watching its waters illuminate your features in an emerald glow and telling you to stay close
the task hurts as always, eating away at her thoughts and tearing bits of her identity away. but this time, you're there, standing beside her and holding her hand; every time you squeeze her fingers, the pain relents just slightly, and Binah feels like she can breathe again. when you take a step closer to her for comfort she carefully pulls you into her arms, tucking her cloak around your shoulders- you can stay in there for the entire time, if you'd like. she doesn't mind. you make sure to give her a soft hug when you feel her stiffen, the only indication that she's in distress, and after a moment her muscles unclench and her hand comes down to caress your own, wrapped around her waist
finally everything ends once more, a sigh of relief slipping from your lips as you leave the room. your head feels blurred and heavy until a hand rests on top of it, a glint of emotion in Binah's eyes as she quietly thanks you for what you've done today, and before she leaves she gives your hand a small, tender squeeze
you don't notice the single tear that drips from her eye when she turns away
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b-for-my-name · 1 month
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view on tiktok
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bumblingbabooshka · 11 months
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Picturing Tuvok spending every second of the Seven years it takes to get back home going "Melding with T'Pel again will fix me" whenever he notices he's doing or thinking something (he perceives as) out of character, strange, ignominious - and then when he finally gets back and melds with her he realizes that nothing's been fixed per say and is like ":/ Fuck."
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svampira · 10 months
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ELIAS IN 🔞 and ❌ PLEASE. 🥹🥹🥹
ELIAS TAKING OVER YOUR WHOLE DASH👹👹 (sorry formatting issues)
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🔞 something sexy > he goes to work (camarilla hitman) dressed like that. The flipflops are because i forgored to draw him shoes and then i thought it was funny
❌️ something he'd never wear > i can see him in anything but NEVER in formal wear. Free him...
ask game
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druidposting · 4 months
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Are there any fans out there with actual experience in music theory who can write on how wonderfully crafted and perfectly implimented the Midst soundtrack is?
Cause all i know to say with my bare-bones knowledge is mmmm chacter themes. I love when i hear Phineas' leitmotif during conversations that mention him. I love how his character theme feels trepedatious at the start, and then swells into this grand, epic thing when he makes a leap into the unknown. I love the way that his full theme always plays when he makes a decision for himself, because the crux of his character arc is indecision and lacking a sense of self. I love the caution of the begining of his theme and the way it builds into this final, crystal clear crescendo and how it reflects the way he always feels most certain when in mortal peril. I love that when you strip away all of that epic instrumentation, that cautious, uncertain throughline, that Phineas core remains beneith it all. I love that its that core that's used as Phineas' leitmotif.
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