#wanna vomit

[aeirithgainsborough]

YELLOWJACKETS: 101. Pilot ➙ 208. It Chooses

[r0ttenc0r3]

lame post but like . still sad. this blog makes me sad. art is cool but it makes me sad.

[eruhamster]

not to be annoying but i do think a lot of people mischaracterize falin. shes got the most drastic canon v fanon thing going on. which i guess makes sense bc 1. we dont see much of her and 2. lot of the fan stuff are anime-onlies that have seen even less

but i think like a good 90% of the time i see falin-centric art or posts im like hrm hrm hrm thats all wrong no nope no-siree

she's just a cool chick that takes life as it comes, doesn't hold grudges even against a mother that apparently was trying to beat the magic outta her, finds her older brother the coolest person in the world, and has autism about observing life (and death, she loves the ghosts she has a connection to) and nature and taking care of things (including taking care of her brother, which is why she's even in the dungeons; she saw her scrawny mess of a brother and decided she had to fix that).

and i think my favorite part that people don't talk about is... she would have done the same for marcille or laios if it were one of them that was eaten. you could see it in her eyes:

it's what shuro misunderstands about her. it's easy to see her feminine, cute, good girl pieces and forget the rest of her. but she loves things to an ends-of-the-earth extent; the kind of caring that makes you a little insane. and that's how I think she and laios end up on the same page with their weirdness. they have different interests, but they are the same level of committed to those interests.

it's easy to love her, because she probably loves you just as much, if not more.

EDIT: for the love of god stop reblogging this only to add some comment or tag or reply saying 'op you forgot [BLATANTLY FANON INTERPRETATION]'. falin as we know her is not a pushover/people pleaser/infantilized, see this version of my post. also stuff like 'female shuro was in love with laios in the genderbent comic' and 'falin was going to marry shuro because she felt bad' are just things you made up in your head

[twogyuu]

[959]

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff(?), mutual pining, unestablished relationship, medical!au

warnings: mentions of blood/cutting self on accident, vague mentions of "going out"

a/n: yes, i think about doctor!wonwoo a lot actually -

. . . .

This is so embarrassing.

On your last full weekend off this month, you find yourself back at work - and worse! Not as a provider, but a patient!

So much for living your best life this weekend.

"And," Seungkwan drags out the single word as he fans the betadine to dry, "We're done."

He looks up at you and smiles sheepishly. There's a spark in his eye - one that you reminded you of yourself what seemed like many years ago. You peer down at your finger: three simple sutures neatly threaded through your wound and knotted just tight enough.

"How'd I do, Y/N?" Seungkwan asks excitedly, he's almost bouncing on the balls of his feet.

You shoot him a soft smile, flexing your finger at him.

"Oh!" a look of panic flashes over his eyes.

"Not bad, Boo, not bad at all," you compliment, "I'll be good as new by next week."

"Tsk," Seungkwan scolds briskly. He puts the sharp in the red bin and swipes the wrappers off the metal tray. "Take it easy - you know the rules: stitches come out in about a week. I'll put some bacitracin on it and bandage it up for the night, but open and dry while it heals."

"Yes, yes, Dr. Boo," you tease playfully.

"I'm not yet, Y/N!" he chuckles.

"You'll take them out, right?" you point at your finger, ignoring his protests.

"I won't be here next week," Seungkwan replies sadly, "New rotation."

"Ah," you nod.

"I'm sure Soonyoung will though," Seungkwan adds hopefully.

"Yeah, um, I don't know if I trust him."

"What?! Y/N, he's an EM resident."

"Yes, but-"

The glass door to your small room slides open, interrupting your banter. The both of you turn to look who it is and you feel your heart constrict the moment you notice the way the bright light reflects against his round, wire-framed glasses. Wonwoo closes the door behind him and leans on the door handle, looking back and forth between you and Seungkwan before he turns his attention all to you.

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you tear your gaze away, cheeks and tips of your ears burning. You feel yourself suddenly growing self-conscious in Wonwoo's presence: your eyeliner a little too dark, your lashes coated in too dark of mascara, foundation caked on a little too heavily to hide your dark circles from sleepless nights, your shoulders suddenly feeling the hidden breeze in the ED, and your skirt seems too short.

"Did I interrupt something?" Wonwoo finally asks, his words calm and slow.

Seungkwan's breath hitches in your stead and he shakes his head furiously. You can feel Wonwoo's eyes burning holes through your scalp, but you refuse to look at him in this state.

"I should, um," Seungkwan scratches the back of his head. He grumbles awkwardly, "I'm going to go get the ointment and the bandage."

Wonwoo nods and moves to let him leave, though this causes him to step closer towards you. You scoot on your cot as if it would create a substantial space between you enough to breathe.

The silence only ensues, you quietly willing him away, not ready to face him. Wonwoo seems to get the message, deciding to intervene instead.

"Soonyoung told me what happened," Wonwoo explains. There's a stuffy tone in his voice - like he felt awkward being there. "I . . . just thought I'd come down to check," he inhales sharply, "You know, because . . . I, um, care about you and stuff."

You still don't answer, but, oh, were you cursing Kwon Soonyoung right now.

You can't help but notice, though, out of the corner of your eye, you notice how he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose, proceeding to brush his bangs out of his eyes. He's been growing out his hair, and though you're typically not a big fan of long hair, he didn't look half bad.

Heck, he didn't look half bad - he looks good.

Wonwoo huffs, the black fringes fluffing up in the process. "Are you going to just ignore me like that? I have all night - I'm on call."

Yeah, right, you want to shoot back, like he isn't busy as a cardiology fellow on-call.

You reach for the sheets on the cot and wrapping them around your shoulder, squeezing your eyes and sighing heavily. Instead you tell him, "You didn't need to come down."

"I wanted to," Wonwoo replies sharply.

"I didn't . . . I don't want you to see me like this," you grumble.

You hear him shifting from foot to foot behind you. "Like what?"

You shrug. "Like this."

"And what would that be?" he presses. The clack of his leather shoes on the white tile nears you. You can make out his figure in the spotless reflection.

Oh did he know how to press your buttons and make you squeamish.

Unable to bear it much longer, you threw off your sheets and spin around to face him. You dare to look up at him, pressing your tinted lips into a tight line. Unlike what you were expecting, his eyes only remain trained on yours. He doesn't scan your body up and down, his usual knitted brows and scowl in judgement.

"I'm embarrassed," you whisper, frowning.

This makes him chortle and you let out a small whine.

"Why?" he finally asks when his laughter settles a little.

"I dunno," you fumble with your words like you were a middle schooler in trouble and unsure of your feelings. "I-I . . . we just haven't . . . you haven't seen me like this."

"Like I don't know outside being a resident, you're also a normal young adult who likes to go out?" he states more than he asks.

"Something like that," you mutter. Hopeful to change the topic, you add, "So much for some apple slices before then."

Thankfully, whether you like it or not, Wonwoo knows you a little too well. This is one of the moments he decides not to push you further. He only hums, reaching for your injured finger. Gently, he weaves his own fingers in, lifting them at the knuckles to look at the repaired wound. It sets your body aflame again and you silently slap yourself.

You weren't even holding hands! Why were you so flustered?

"Seungkwan did a nice job," Wonwoo notes.

"He did," you squeak.

"Much better than I could," Wonwoo adds.

"He's still a medical student eager to learn and Soonyoung's grading him - not burnt out farts like us," you joke.

"I meant it as," Wonwoo chuckles, "I specialize the heart - not wounds."

You're not sure why you aren't careful with your words tonight. Maybe you are too comfortable with him too soon, maybe it's the betadine seeping into your wound and into your veins.

But you let it slip accidently.

"Yet, you're blind as a bat when it comes to matters of the heart."

Wonwoo's eyes widen, flickering up to look at you.

"W-what?"

"Um-"

"Okay," the glass door slides open and Seungkwan waddles in, with his arms full of supplies. Soonyoung is not too far behind him - he needs to check the laceration repair before the student patches it up. "We didn't have any two-by-two's so I got some four-by-fours to cut up and . . ."

Seungkwan's voice trails off as he feels Soonyoung's hand on his shoulder, holding him back from proceeding further as the older man sees it before he does.

Seungkwan holds the supplies close to his chest and points at himself, innocently, "Did I interrupt something this time?"

[spaciebabie]

what did phantom chica expect ta happen? well. not this.

follow up ta this post

which was a follow up ta this post lol

[stiffyck]

Why is it so hard to understand that some people are picky eaters. And why is it so hard to understand that no, picky eaters DONT want to be picky eaters.

[averageludwig]

Idk how this got on my computer tbh I dont remember ever drawing such thing. might have gotten hacked me thinks

[desertangels70s]

[stealingyourbones]

The first time Booster sees The Kid was in the middle of evacuating civilians. Booster knows that face. He knows that kid. That’s the Ruler of the Infinite Realms.

Booster freaks the fuck out because “holy shit that was the ghost king.”

The Justice league are very confused that Booster is panicking over this random child but decide to leave him be because he’s Booster Gold.

Booster decides to not say anything to the League or anyone at all because of his fear of accidentally making this kid turn evil. He knew that this kid fought an evil version of himself that wiped out worlds so he really doesn’t wanna fuck this up. He knows this kid needs a support system or else he’ll burn out in a few years but doesn’t know what to do.

So Booster goes back to the watchtower and talks to Blue Beetle about it. And he’s panicking because “Kord what should I do?! This kid can just wipe out Superman and I can’t just not tell the rest of the league. This kid has a really tragic life and I can’t not just help him. I don’t want to accidentally do something wrong and mess everything up.”

Blue beetle goes “You don’t have to tell the League. You can talk with the kid. Keep him on the right path. Become the support system for the kid.”

Booster, not realizing that he could be the one to help just goes “oh shit. That’s a good idea actually.”

And so Booster tracks down Danny in his civies and chats with Danny and offers to always be there to help.

Danny is really apprehensive but everyone knows that Booster is from the future and if the man from the future thinks that this is a good idea, yeah he should probably just go along with it. He’s had good experiences with individuals who know a great deal about future events and time and hopefully that track record won’t end here.

Booster just helps Danny with really basic shit like homework and also helping give him blueprints (with the assistance of his AI robot pal Skeets :)) to make better ghost equipment that won’t harm him and is years beyond its time compared to the rest of their current ghost technology.

So yeah. Blue beetle visits the ghost kid Booster keeps talking about and realizes that this teenager is super skilled and gifted in the engineering field. Kord tests him with an issue that has stumped the current engineers at his company and this kid solves it in under thirty minutes. The second Danny figures out the issue, Ted offers Danny an internship at Kord Industries. Danny accepts and he now basically has two Dads that support and accept him with his powers.

Once there’s a big ghost attack that the JLA has to fight and Booster arrives and pulls out this futuristic and extravagant yet cobbled together lookin machine that just captures and contains the ghost. The rest of the League are just like “what the fuck” because they were getting destroyed by this thing and Booster just had the tech that was specifically needed to capture this thing. Kord explains that his kid made it and the league is confused because “what? Kord has a kid?” And then they introduce Danny to the league. Batman instantly demands to meet this kid so he can collaborate and make more tech so situations like this won’t happen again.

They agree and later in the week Danny goes to the watchtower and does a whole “holy fuck you’re Batman” and is enamored by the vigilante. Batman on the other hand is Alert and Concerned, thinkin “why is this kid very much so not human. Too long limbs. Teeth funky. What the fuck.” And just accepts that he’s prolly a meta.

Danny never tries to show his ghost form to anyone. He uses his powers very casually and everyone simply assume that he’s a meta. Danny is super sociable and makes everyone in the league adore him almost instantly. Hired by both Batman and Kord Industries, Danny makes machines and gadgets to help the Justice League and eventually gets promoted to the Leagues head engineer.

[thevirtualvalentine]

000. ONE PIECE, RED HAIR SHANKS.

content warnings: nsfw, back shots, afab!reader, author is obsessed with shanks using cringe petnames, cunnilings, idk probably more.

plot: somehow it always ends up like this with him. he’s blowing your back out praising you as you take all of him, you’re his sweet girl after all.

Shanks and his silver tongue get you in trouble, pleasurable trouble. Whether he’s chatted you up over a few drinks or slithered his way into your heart, a part of him always belongs to you and vice versa.

“Why don’t we get outta here?” You recognize that glint in his eye, full of mischief and promises of long nights spent together tangled in his sheets. He’ll kiss your bare shoulders as he whispers sweet nothings about his never ending affections for you.

“And what’ll it be tonight, captain Shanks?” you pout your lips as you drawl out his name, tossing your head to the side in your palm as you eye him up and down. His hand lingers comfortably on your thigh as if it belongs there, snug perfectly beneath his finger tips.

“Whatever a beauty like you wants,” he says while leaning in to kiss your cheek. Soft gestures like this from him always leave you flustered, relishing in the warmth that slowly creeps up your face and down your core. “But if you’re in need of suggestions, I have a few ideas.” When his teeth nibble at the sensitive shell of your ear you shiver from his forwardness and blatant disregard to the other patrons at the establishment.

A man like him is intoxicating, inviting, and deviously too attractive for his own good.

And yet again you’ve found yourself nude in his white sheets as the unforgiving waves rock against the Red Force. He kisses you like he’ll never get his fill of you again, deep and sensual as his tongue snakes it’s way down your throat. “You taste so good here sweetheart, wonder if down here is any sweeter.”

You play along, knowing he knows your pussy like the back of his hand. He’s propped you against his pillows as he spreads you like his favorite dessert, eyeing your cunt with hunger he only chooses to divulge himself in with you. “Stop staring Shanks, it’s embarrassing,” you say trying to close your legs from the intensity of his gaze, starting to feel a little self conscious when silence grips the room.

His hand bolts your leg to the bed with a disapproving look on his face. “Why’d you wanna hide this? Such a pretty pussy n’ all for me.” He licks a long stripe from your slit up to your clit, collecting whatever wetness that accumulated throughout the night. He grins as you gasp and buck up towards his mouth, hand holding you firmly in place. “Ah ah ah, very eager tonight are we?”

Shanks and that damn silver tongue, words and phrases that leave his mouth so smoothly as if it’s second nature to him, almost too easily. You sigh in annoyance letting your head fall back against the plush pillows, not interested in playing whatever little game he had in store for you.

You mewl feeling his mouth back on you, suckling sloppily on your clit as he hollows his cheeks but only briefly. “Hey now, eyes on me sweet girl. Don’t go hurting my feelings.” You’re met with that same disapproving look he shot at you earlier.

“Please Shanks, I want you so bad. Haven’t felt your mouth on me in forever.” Granted, it had only been a few weeks. But the things he does to you, you can never forget. It’s addicting. Your own fingers and hands just can’t seem to do what he can. You try inching your hips down towards him, hoping he’ll show you mercy, however it’s to no avail.

He thinks for a moment, contemplating all the dirty thoughts and garish dreams he’s had of you night after night that don’t seem to leave his mind. Echos of eating you out like a man starved before he plows your cunt stupid cloud his mind. He feels thankful dim moonlight enters the room through his window or else you’d notice the pink twinge that lights up his cheeks.

The suspense is killing you, you can practically feel yourself dripping down his sheets in anticipation. He says nothing, opting to kiss the insides of your thighs before biting down on the supple skin. You’re sure it’ll leave marks in the shape of his teeth by tomorrow, too lost in the feel of him loving on you to care all to much about it right now. “Missed you s’much Shanks,” you begin to slur, sex with him leaves you breathless and probably saying things you shouldn’t.

He loves this, melting down your tough exterior till he’s met with your blatant and unadulterated honesty as he gives you satisfaction like no other. The subtle rise and fall of your chest as he inches closer to what he wants most, what he’s been waiting for all week. He guides one of your legs to rest against his shoulder as he places a kiss on your clit, “Gonna make this cute cunt cum all over my face.”

You clench around nothing at the lewdness of his words, complaint on your tongue ready to chastise him for such profanities. It dies in the back of your throat as he dives in, licking through your folds as he curves the tip of his tongue up. “Fuck yes, more more more.” He finds your clit again, giving it kitten licks as the pressure from his tongue increases as it presses down. He’s desperate to hear you fall apart on his mouth, keep praising him like this and he’s unsure how long he can go without sticking his cock in you and demolishing you right there.

His grip on your hip loosens as he lays his tongue flat against your clit, urging you to grind against it as his eyes meet yours. You tread your fingers through his bright red hair as you rock your needy pussy back and forth against his face, soft moans leaving you as he groans from feeling your nails at his scalp. “Yeah baby jus like that,” but it comes out muffled as he’s being used for your pleasure alone.

Shanks’s heavy lidded eyes never leave your face, too enraptured by the erotic look gracing your features. Your mouth hanging open as your abdomen twitches in bliss while you rut against his tongue. You’re beautiful like this, forever ingrained in his mind as you start to come undone. Heavy panting as you cry out for more of him.

His arm unravels itself from being hooked under your leg to tease your entrance with his middle finger. Easing it slowly through that first ring of tight muscle only to pull out again as you try to squeeze him in and not let go. He figures he’s spoiled you too much, removing his mouth from your bud as he keeps his hand positioned at your entrance. “Needy little thing, want my fingers that bad? Desperation is such a good look on you.”

You swear you’re seeing red from his provocations but that’s exactly the reaction he wanted from you, watching your brows furrow as you send glares of animosity his way. He smiles that same big dorky smile before he leans down again to kiss your pussy with an open mouth, filling you up with two thick fingers before you can give any sort of retort.

Your back arches off the bed as the pads of his fingers repeatedly hit that spot in your cunt that makes you gush around his fingers. “Gonna cum already?” He taunts as he ignores the rock hard problem in his own pants, wanting all the focus to be on you right now. “Cmon sweet thing, let go for me.” He watches you hang on the precipice of pleasure as his fingers move faster against your g-spot, letting his tongue make quick work of your aching clit that was desperate for his attention.

A whine sparks at the back of your throat as the band finally snaps in your gut, legs clamping around his head as his tongue and fingers refuse to let up, nudging his head side to side as your thighs lock him in place. “Gods you’re so good Shanks, fuck fuck fuck,” you’re nearly screaming as white clouds your vision from the intensity of your orgasm.

As you start to twitch from the overstimulation he eases up, gently rocking his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. “Damn, that was hot. Lemme fuck you, I can make you cum like that again, promise.” As the world around you clears up you agree to round two with the all but infamous pirate. Shanks stands up to remove the rest of his clothing but you’re scrambling to the end of the bed to remove it for him. “I can do it myself you know.” You pull the sash around his waist to bring him closer as he stumbles a bit.

“I know, just wanna do it for you.” When you smile at him as you untie the piece of fabric he swears his heart flutters a bit. You pull down his pants and boxers in one fluid movement as your lip tugs between your teeth at the sight of his perfect cock. The tufts of red hair that line his stomach down to his shaft makes your mouth water.

“Like whatcha see?” So full of himself, you roll your eyes as you crawl back up the bed, letting your ass sway as a punishment for being so annoying. “Woah, bring that ass back here sweetheart. I’m not done with you just yet.” His change in tone made heat flair up again in your core, when he tells you what to do you know he’s serious.

But, where’s the fun in being completely compliant. “Oh yeah?” You look over your shoulder as you spread your legs for him to get a better view of you. “Then fuck me like you mean it Shanks,” you tease while letting your head droop down to the bed as your back arches, putting your ass on full display for him.

Perhaps giving him a taste of his own medicine would do him some good, you think. It does not. His big hand comes down with a loud reverberating slap that bounces off the walls, accompanied with a cry that you attempt to muffle between the sheets. He loves watching the fat of your ass jiggle from the recoil, “so naughty, for such a sweet thing you have the mouth of a sailor.”

He’s amused by your antics and definitely aroused, he fists his cock a few times to spread his own dripping pre-cum from his tip before he’s lining himself up with your slit. “Swear all it takes is some dick to shut you up.” He lets the head of his thick cock glide through your entrance, your familiar warmth already threatening to drag him in. He hisses as he bottoms out inside you, pelvis pressed firmly against your ass. “Feelin’ full baby?” His hand rubs the globe of your ass as you choke from his girth alone.

“Mhm hm,” is all you can muster as your breaths come out shallowly. “Feels so good Shanks fuck.” You’re left deflated on his mattress as drool threatens to spill out of your mouth. You can feel yourself clamping around him like a vice, walls fluttering from his intrusion.

“You gonna let me cum inside this pussy, right doll?” His hand traces your back delicately while his fingers linger along your spine, making you focus on him and his words rather than his cock that was pulsing within your tight walls. “Always so good for me, n’ with such a perfect ass.” He lands another slap on your bottom, switching the cheek he slapped as you moan and wail out beneath him.

“Shhh, you’ll get your reward soon enough sweetness.” Shanks smooths the area with his palm as he rocks his hips into you at a begrudgingly slow pace. As he feels your walls relax around him more of his cock slips out before plunging back into your soaking warmth. The sound of skin on skin and your sex coupled with the sound of his balls slapping against your folds make you both heated, craving more of each others touch. No matter how close you are or how deep his cock is nestled in your cervix, you can’t get enough of him. Never satiated.

“Harder Captain Shanks please, need it s’bad.” His pace falters hearing you use the title he likes so much, cock twitching against your sensitive walls. You can feel him pulsing with need inside you as he takes you. Asking him to fuck you harder is a dangerous game, he doesn’t want to break you so he usually holds back some as he rails you into the sheets. What fun is it to break your favorite toy?

“So fucking greedy, and you still want more? See if you can take it brat.” One of his legs props itself into the bedding as he finds his balance. Hand gripping your hip with bruising strength as he somehow fills up even more of you. You’re crying into the sheets from sexual ecstasy as he fucks you deeper. He’s moaning lightly watching your ass clap back against him with each thrust of his strong hips.

He’s pistoning into you with no mercy, hearing you whimper just makes him fuck you harder. Your hand tries to press at his stomach to get him to slow down as your high comes too soon, “thought you wanted this pretty girl, t’much for you now?” He grabs both your wrists in his big hand as he restrains you, pulling you back against his thick cock with each thrust. “All of it, you can take it love.” The praise makes you melt and cream around him at the same time. Your voice is hoarse and you can’t even hear yourself bawl as you completely come undone beneath him, waves of white hot pleasure circulating your system as you cum for the second time tonight.

“Atta girl, doin s’well for me. Love fucking this tight cunt.” He’s stunned at how you’re gripping him even after coming down a second time, still he leans down resting his chest against your back to feel closer to you as his own peak nears. With him at your back like this you can hear every moan, every hitch in his breath, and even those things that he’d rather not let you hear as his hips come down on you like a hammer, knocking the wind out of you with each thrust. He wraps his arm around your chest to stabilize himself while his fingers pinch at your nipples.

With him, you have to tell him how much you want his load, beg for it nice and pretty. “Where?” A simple question but you know what he means, he’s too sadistic to just cum where he wants. You have to tell him exactly where and why he should.

“In me, please baby, need to be full of you.” You’re a breathless sweaty mess underneath him, even his scruff scratching at your shoulder adds to your stimulation. You watch him bust at the seams from the corner of your eye. He’s terribly handsome with hair that shades his face, his eyes closed shut as he revels in the feel of you wrapped around him just right.

“So good, you know I love it when you use your words,” you don’t call him terms of endearment often and he’s truly flustered by your soft phrase yet obscene request. Shanks moves his hand to wrap lightly around the base of your throat, “careful what you wish for.” His pace is all forgotten as his orgasm washes over him in heavy waves, hips slamming against you with no mercy as he tries to bury himself impossibly deeper within you. You whine and writhe in his hold because his grip only tightens as he cums. He groans feeling the tension from his balls release as his hot load fills you with each twitch of his softening cock.

He knows he has to pull out but he doesn’t want to, watching all his seed go to waste never sits right with him. Reluctantly he eventually comes to as your form wobbles when he pries himself off you. He hmphs watching it slowly spill and drip down the back of your legs, pushing whatever he can back inside your defiled cunt with two thick fingers. “Cant be wasteful, better for you to keep it.” Always the charmer.

You laugh tiredly at his nonsense as you move your sore body to sit upright. “Stay here I’ll run us a bath,” and of course he’ll always take care of you. You put up with his bullshit and honestly he feels strangely indebted to you for all your patience and love that you show him. He’ll be vulnerable with you as he scrubs your body of any filth or sweat, kissing marks that he himself left on you while apologizing for being so rough. You sit in his lap and talk about miscellaneous adventures for hours while the water prunes you both.

You’re his sweet girl after all, you only deserve the best and nothing short of that.

[flying-ham]

I know we’ve all discussed Lucy Gray as a foil for katniss, peeta, snow, ect BUT I think she’s all of them??? Lucy Gray is the blueprint for modern hunger games, and so she has elements of all the victors who came after her

Her theatricality and beauty captured the capitol from the moment she was reaped with nothing but a snake, a song, and a rainbow dress, the same way katniss captured them volunteering for prim. But even more so, she could use her songs the same way peeta used words. She knew how to use her talent in her favor, and ultimately won the hunger games because of it.

She may not have been a career, but she was still offered up as a (forced) sacrifice to protect the other girls of the district. She showed the capitol that the children in the districts were almost human, setting the stage for the luxurious quarters and food tributes came to expect. She’s the whole REASON mags’ 11th games had a victory tour! Parading her around like a spectacle to be dehumanized, instead of a traumatized teenage girl forced to fight for her life and forgotten back in the districts.

Hell, her and tigris’ implied prostitution is likely the origin of snow selling desirable tributes like finnick and cashmere

tldr: Lucy gray is a bad bitch who can’t be compared to just one character from the original series, because she’s an amalgamation of many different victors who came after her, and was largely the inspiration for all future hunger games

[k1ara-rains]

Favorite Color

Bro just keeps on yapping😭

Did a follow up of the last post :3 Took me forever but I'm out of hibernation ! Might do a Christmas post (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

(gon flop, fandom is dead dude༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

[whohasthecards]

Top Gun AU Idea -- Jake is Mav's son and grew up in foster care.

Jake only has a beat up picture of his dad and that his name was "Pete". He didn't know his mother at all, not even his birth certificate. He was abandoned and whoever abandoned him made sure that his lineage would never be traced.

He figured out who his father was during his first time in Top Gun.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

He also found out that his father was married to the COMPACFLT.

He didn't need a father anymore, right? And he wouldn't want to break up a family in his desperate attempt to maybe gain one. His father probably didn't know he existed. Hell, his father could even be the one that abandoned him (although why he would leave the picture makes that theory unlikely).

However, he did want to meet the one of the Navy's top pilots. It's all professional curiousity.

(He was in the same profession as his father, aviation is in his blood.)

He will become the best.

Maybe he'd meet Maverick once he's on top.

During his first air combat kill, Iceman was the one to shake his hand. The admiral gave him a clap on his shoulder and congratulated him.

The mission occured.

As a person, Maverick was not who he expected him to be.

As a pilot, Maverick was the best.

He was numb when Maverick and Rooster were shot down.

He never felt more alive and scared when he pushed his jet to save them.

He turned and walked away when he saw Rooster and Maverick hug it out, confirming his suspicions during training.

Rooster was Maverick's son, in every way that matters.

Blood doesn't matter, heck there isn't even a blood test that proves that Jake was his son. Only a battered photo with scripted handwriting.

Jake should let go.

After the mission, Dagger squad becomes a permanent squadron with Maverick as team leader.

Maverick got along with every single Dagger just fine, but there was an awkwardness between Hangman and himself that neither knew how to bridge. Mav never did know how to act around people who was just like himself.

Maverick acts paternal and caring to everybody, especially Bradley, and Jake had to swallow the growing jealousy (I don't need him, I don't need him, I don't need--). Why did everyone get a family and a Mav that would look their way for more than 10 seconds?

Why did Rooster get everything he ever wanted?

What did he do or not do that made him deserve this crippling feeling of jealousy and loneliness?

[biscuitboba]

Enies lobby (again??)

IDK but thinking about how after luffy managed to defeat rob lucci, zoro responded with "got me scared for a moment" my god, zoro was scared of losing his captain, im not okay? I get that he'd die for luffy, but i still can't handle this?!

I can't help but to think of alabasta, when sanji explicitly stated that zoro was feeling scared for luffy (that luffy might lose), and then zoro got genuinely offended "ME...? SCARED...!? SAY THAT AGAIN...."

But then look at him in enies lobby? He openly admitted to himself about how for a moment he felt scared FOR his captain, and im just?!@#$% character development indeed

OK SO, enies lobby. After zoro expressed his relief, unfortunately not long after that it turned out that luffy was unable to move his entire body (at that particular moment), AND poor zoro... he was literally panicking and losing his marbles, even at that time robin was more composed compared to zoro (the same zoro who didn't cry for merry btw, even robin shedded a tear)

Zoro is a very calm person but when it comes to luffy facing real danger, he will most definitely lose his mind???

Legitimately can't stop thinking about how often zoro loses his shit over luffy (and probably from the very start.. orange town most likely)

Zoro. One of the most emotionally composed, level-headed person out of all the strawhats. But when it comes to luffy? Suddenly he is losing all composure. He is Roronoa 'im all beaten up but gotta save luffy from drowning in arlong park', 'i cant stop worrying about the luffy vs crocodile fight', 'how dare you hurt my captain?! I will CUT you', 'LUFFY CANT MOVE HIS BODY AT ALL, AND IM GENUINELY FREAKING OUT', 'nothing happened in thriller bark', 'im still pretty much battered, but luffy you cant do that you idiot, let me do it for you' Zoro

AND those things above are just a few examples from the top of my head? and all of them are only from pre-TS era??

His captain is both his strength and weakness (and the rest of the crew too, no doubt! but like most importantly, his captain.) And ughh, i need to chill a little bit

[diadotcom]

if you ship rooster with maverick i need you to get the fuck away from me what is wrong with you

[mynamesnotdahlia]

there’s something important to me about how both ice king and simon have the narratives around them shaped by other people. people only started being nice to ice king and accepting him after people learned who he used to be and defined him by someone that he wasn’t anymore to the point of not calling him his own name sometimes. fast forward to now where simon is constantly being defined by the ice king and how people feel about him (through a cloud of nostalgia) and can’t escape the assumption that they’re the same just like ice king couldn’t. ice king’s narrative was defined by people like betty (and to a lesser extent finn) who knew simon and knew how different ice king was to him and still wanted him around on the merit that there’s this connection to simon. it’s like an endless cycle that no one who inhabits this body will get to be fully autonomous in their own story