#my asks!!

[imsogonesposts]

Do you still write for finnick? If so, could you do a scene with female reader and finnick in the quell. Say the plan went to shit and they were the only two left, how heartbreaking it is to realise they are going to have to fight each other but neither wants to do it because they love the other more than themselves ? (I know this is far from canon)

If you want that is, if not then thanks anyway ♥️

hiiii, tysm for requesting!! i do still write for finnick, so i hope you enjoy <333

The Last Two

|| ao3 || Finnick Odair Masterlist || an: my first ever request!! also, if the end of this reminds you of a scene from avengers endgame, no it doesnt || requests are open!! ||

summary: In a horrible twist of events, you and Finnick are the last two victors left in the 75th Hunger Games. (wc: 1395)

warnings: canon typical violence, canon divergence, one character sacrifices themself for the other

It was a series of unfortunate events. The result of a poorly planned, weakly thought-out plan. Or, the result of catastrophe after catastrophe being thrown at the Victor’s way after what you could only assume to be the result of President Snow finding out about the rebel plan. It was the only explanation for how you could lose so many of your friends to the horrors of the games, how the Mockingjay could somehow slip through your fingers, and get struck by lightning in the artificial arena. 

Part of you knew that her death had to be orchestrated. You knew the chances of getting struck by lightning were low, only making the idea that the game makers planned her death more plausible. If they could control when it was night and day during past games, who’s to say they couldn’t control where lightning would strike?

After Katniss’s death, it was as if the arena was unleashing everything it had to kill as many members of the rebellion as possible. Johanna was swept into the ocean and drowned before either you or Finnick could save her, Beetee was attacked by mutt-like wolves you recognized from last year's games, and Peeta was lured to the ocean by a siren-like creature from your own games before drowning. 

There were five victors left in the games now. Five tributes. You, Finnick, Brutus, Enobaria, and Gloss. A career-only ending, you noticed. 

“The Capitol must be loving this,” Finnick muttered, tossing rocks to the other side of the cave that you were both currently hiding in. 

“A Career finale, with two of them being lovers?” He asks rhetorically, more to himself than you, more to the viewers at home than anything else, “must be eating this up.” He tossed another rock to the opposite side of the cave as you slumped against the blonde boy. He only wrapped an arm around your shoulders with a small sigh. 

“I’ll get us out of here, alright? I’ll figure something out,” Finnick whispered into your hair as he pressed a kiss there. 

You could only hum in response, wishing you could believe his words as the sound of two canons went off. 

Two more deaths. Three tributes left- one tribute on their way looking for you and Finnick. 

You could feel Finnick tense beside you before he slowly got up, picking up his discarded trident before making his way toward the cave’s opening. Making his way back to the arena, and away from you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked as Finnick turned himself to face you. 

“Looking for whoever’s left,” he responded calmly, almost coldly as his eyes studied your face, as if it was the last time he’d ever see it. 

“Finnick,” you got up as he shook his head no. 

“No, no, you stay,” he replied, using his trident as a barrier between the two of you. The sharp, deadly end pointed towards himself rather than you. 

Instantly, you knew what he was doing. He was going to kill the other tribute, and then himself to ensure you won the games. 

“I’m not letting you go out there by yourself,” you responded. I’m not letting you die to keep me alive.

Finnick only frowned. “I wasn’t asking for permission, sweetheart.”

You bent down, picking up your few daggers that were previously lying dormant next to his trident before replying,“neither was I.”

As you walked closer to Finnick, he put a hand out to put some distance between the two of you as he lowered his trident. As you looked into his soft blue eyes, you could see nothing but love, adoration, and worry, all for you. 

“Honey,” he whispered softly, dropping his hand to hold onto your arm, almost as if he was scared to let go. To let you go.“This isn’t like last year,” he told you solemnly, “they’re not gonna let the both of us out, they’re not gonna make that same mistake again.”

Deep down in your gut, you knew this to be true. You had both suspected the only reason past victors were reaped into the games this year was to get rid of the star-crossed lovers of District 12, to get rid of all the damage they had created after winning their games. You knew they wouldn’t let both you and Finnick out, even if you promised to not cause the Capitol any trouble. 

“I’ll take my chances,” you quietly replied, pushing past him and making your way out of the cave, headed east. You could hear Finnick’s sigh as he reluctantly followed you out of the cave, and into the imminent danger. 

***

You swore you were experiencing deja vu. Everything was far too reminiscent of the events of last year’s games. Twotributes from the same district fighting the other remaining tribute. You and Finnick fighting Enobaria. With mutts trying their hardest to get to the three of you. Except unlike last last year, the games wouldn’t end with two victors. Now, only one person would be able to escape the games, and you had been doing everything in your power to make sure it was Finnick who escaped. Who won. 

You were dangerously close to the edge of the rocky cliff, Enobaria atop you as she strangled you, until you heard a gurgling sound as her body suddenly went limp. Finnick quickly pulled her off you as he brought you up, pulling you into his arms for a hug as the sound of a canon went off. There were only two victors left now, you and Finnick. 

“I love you,” Finnick whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before letting you go and running towards the edge of the cliff, to where the mutts were waiting. It quickly clicked into place what he was doing. He was sacrificing himself so you could escape. So you could live. 

“What, no,” you exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing his hand, pulling him towards you, away from his death. “No, no, Finnick, stop,” you pleaded as he let you pull him along. 

When you were both far enough away from the edge, you pulled him into a hug. One he easily reciprocated as he placed a hand to your chin, gently tilting it up to meet your gaze. 

You could see the tears threatening to spill out of his eyes as he looked at you. He said your name quietly, softly, “they’renot going to let the both of us out, and I need you to live. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”

“And you think I could live with myself if something happened to you?” You questioned as Finnick let out a small sigh. 

“They’re not going to let the both of us out,” he repeated as you pulled him down for another kiss, a final kiss. The Capitol has taken many things from the both of you. Your friends, your family, your home, yourselves, but you wouldn’tlet them take this. You wouldn’t let them take the man you loved, nor the love you had for each other. 

“I love you,” you told him as you ran to the edge of the cliff. 

Except, Finnick was faster than you, he always was, and as he passed you, he gave you the slightest shove backward, causing you to stumble to your feet as he fell ten feet to the ground. In different, better, circumstances, it would look as if he were only diving off the cliff and into the crystal clear District 4 water, as you both had done countless times before. Except, you knew better. You knew he was diving to his death, that he sacrificed himself for you. The sound of the mutts tearing at his body was loud enough to stifle the sound of his body hitting the ground, and you couldn’t decide if that was better or worse. 

It felt like hours until the mutts left his body and the sound of the final cannon went off. You couldn’t bring yourself to peer over the edge and see what remained of the man who had once brought so much love and joy into your life, scared of what you might see.

He was gone. Finnick Odair, the man you loved more than life itself, was gone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the 75th annual Hunger Games!”

[the-muppet-odyssey]

Hi, I'm a huge fan of this idea and I just want to share my thoughts on casting. First i think the Gonzo and Camila siren scene is hilarious. I feel that beaker would make a good Achilles, you could make him comically buff and just have the normal Beaker head and stuf. With Beaker as Achilles I'm thinking Patroclus should be Bunsen Honeydew. They have the required homoeroticism and I think the dynamics would play well. And kermit as odysseus might be good as kermit is the straight man for the rest of the cast to play off in the show and a simular dynamics might be funny here too. But having a human in the roll could serve the same purpose so idk on that one.

I hadn't pictured Beaker buff, but you've put the image in my head of Beaker with a He-Man-style body, and that is amazing, so thank you very much. Of course, if Beaker was Achilles, Bunsen is undeniably Patroclus. They are a set; do not separate.

and yeah absolutely, Kermit would be a great Odysseus. My Dad suggested that as well, and I am vibing less and less with having human characters because I've got no idea who I would cast. And then id have to draw them which fill me with dread

I'm currently working on Kermit as Hermes, but nothing is set in stone just yet. I think the issue I'm having with casting Odysseus is that he's such a terrible person.

Don't get me wrong. I love him dearly, and he's one of my favourite trash characters, but I think where I'm at at the moment is that I'm too close to the story of the Odyssey. I've studied it way too much, especially the angle of Odysseus being a coloniser, etc. Of course, Odysseus is a hero for his time period, but a lot of his actions are hard to justify to a modern audience.

and then I have to remind myself that this is a muppet movie. it is supposed to be funny. I need to stop thinking about making Odysseus as accurate to the story as I would like because that man is a colonising enslaver.

but you're totally right. Kermit is typically the straight man to everyone else, and Odysseus is absolutely the straight man amongst his crew. and I really like the idea of Scooter as Elpenor, which would work well with a Kermit-Odysseus

I still really like the Kermit-Hermes idea I was given though. maybe ill put it into a poll or something later, I'm still very much in the initial planning phase

[daftpatience]

slow down for your disabled friends. thats like a bare minimum kindness that we shouldnt have to ask for. i love that youre so quirky and walking fast is a cool personality trait to you and all that but i bet you can count your physically disabled friends on less than one hand

[pookapufferfish]

[beholdthemem]

My fellow bitches under 5'5. Whatever the money, do not take a job working at a middle school. A fellow adult tried to put me in detention last month and would NOT give up until I showed her my badge proving Yes, The School Hired Me To Work Here. It's not meant for people our height.

[koobiie]

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

[noodles-and-tea]

Don’t worry, bud, Bruce will get it eventually…

[aediondraws]

drawing happy viktor is hard because there's like no references... at all 😭

[juunipupu]

Knight and the enemy within

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[tunakitchen]

40K QBAGINA‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥💯💯💥 MINECRAFT YURI 🔛🔝

clip from @pixiecaps

[starspilli]

arcane pokémon au scribbles… so messy had to get it out of my brain

[everythingwasnormalhere]

Ok so, I just remembered how people in the comments of a tiktok video were being assholes, and I want to rant now :3

The video showed two wheelchair users at a train(?), who had just arrived to their stop to find nobody was there with a ramp so they could leave the train. One of them blocked the door so it wouldn't close, and this lasted for 15 minutes. The train was stopped for said 15 minutes. There was a button by the door, that said that it'd contact the driver when pressed. It didn't. People offered to go find the driver, and they came back with the news that there were no people in the platform to put the ramp. In the end, passengers had to go out, and place the ramp themselves, before the train could carry on. The wheelchair users had warned they were coming, and asked to have the ramp put there so they could get down. The platform turned out to have workers, they all just ran away because they'd never encountered the situation in which they needed to do this simple task.

Because of the workers' negligence, the train was forced to stop for 15 minutes.

Everyone's comments?

"Why did they block the doors and stop the train? So selfish" Selfish were workers who refused to do their job.

"What if someone had needed to get to their stop urgently? They shouldn't have stopped the train" It wasn't the disabled people's fault, it was the workers who were negligent.

"Why didn't they just wheel themselves down those steps?" They shouldn't have to risk their (expensive) chairs just because people didn't do what they were paid to do.

"If I had been in that train I would've been pissed, how dare you stop it" And you probably wouldn't have even thought about fixing the problem yourself, would you?

"Entitled assholes" Ok I'll leave you stranded in a train with everyone who could help you get down outright refusing to. Let's see who's an entitled asshole now.

If someone fights for accessibility, as much as it might be a bother for you, you do not have the right to be mad at them. If someone fights for accessibility, it is exclusively the fault of a world catered exclusively for able-bodied people.

So next time you think, "hey the consequences of these disabled people fighting for their rights bother me", instead of blaming them for this, help them solve the issue. This way, next time they will not have to fight at all.

Able bodied people, go out and fight for a fucking accessible world if you're not an asshole.

[ Able-bodied people are encouraged to reblog this post, but try not to derail ]

[noka-exe]

doomed family

[mamatater]

The spouse is getting curious about tumblr