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Any thoughts for 30. The box is empty?

In Panem a/u. Rated S for silliness.

"Say what you might, that goat has it good," Peeta says as he leans against the rail of the backyard fence, watching Lady placidly eat her hay.

"I guess," Katniss says. Why her boyfriend is putting that much thought into her sister's goat is beyond her. The only thought she puts into animals is whether they're worth trapping for a meal or trade. He says the most outlandish things sometimes.

"I wouldn't mind spending a day in her shoes," Peeta says, scratching Lady behind the ears.

Katniss snorts. "Don't you mean her hooves, you weirdo?"

"You know what I mean. But seriously! Listen, she gets to hang out in the sun. Prim brings her food or takes her out to graze. Her whole day is just no thoughts, box empty."

"What are you talking about?"

"No thoughts, box empty?"

Prim materializes seemingly out of thin air (she was actually standing at the back window, watching her sister and Peeta, waiting for a good time to interrupt them until two seconds ago), coming to Katniss's rescue. Well, her confusion's rescue anyway. "That's not how the expression goes. It's no thoughts, head empty. She's eating and being cute, and that's it. The breeze is blowing inside one ear and out the other."

"What?" Katniss asks. She still doesn't get it. Peeta scratches his head.

Prim sighs. The two of them are both in sort of a no-thoughts, head-empty space right now. But she can't blame them—young love and all that. If their heads are boxes, then those boxes are both empty.

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #this is silly I know #but I liked it so there you go #katniss/peeta #prim has the functioning brain today

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thirsty tongue thursday 👅

#this is the horniest post I’ve seen on tumblr dot com in a long while

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#forty ain't the benchmark lol #44 and broke my whole life fr

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I love Katniss so much because I, too, am very stupid about obvious things sometimes.

I remember talking to my best friend (who I don't get to see nearly enough) when I was like 28 or 29 and telling her I thought I might want kids but wasn't sure because I hadn't babysat when I was younger or thought I was great with kids, and she says to me "you know you feel different about your own kids, right? you just figure out your own kids?" (she had three at this point) and it was like. Yes, you are right. Why didn't I assume that myself?

The point is that Katniss is the most relatable fictional character I've ever come across.

#personal story #everlark #I think we get along so well because she can tell me stuff like this and I'm not offended lol because I really need to hear it #and I amuse her with my whimsicalness

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sorry for finding it hot when people's hair goes grey. as if im wrong

#thank you #I like my whites and silvers #I think they're badass tbh

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About the AO3 "No Guest Comments for a while" warning

If you're not following any of AO3's social media accounts you might be in the dark as to what kind of "spam comments" have engendered this banner at the top of the site:

These spam comments have been posted about a great deal on the AO3 subreddit for the past couple of days. Initially they comprised a bunch of guest (logged out users) bot comments that insulted authors by suggesting they were using AI and not writing their own fics. Some examples, from the subreddit:

But it then escalated to outright graphic porn images and gifs being posted in comments, again by logged out 'Guest' accounts. Obviously, I'm not going to give examples of those, but between these two bot infestations, AO3 has clearly decided to act and has temporarily closed the ability to post comments for users who are not logged in with an AO3 account.

Unfortunately, this means that genuine readers who don't have an AO3 account won't be able to leave comments on fics that they enjoy.

If you are a genuine reader who doesn't yet have an AO3 account, I strongly suggest getting yourself on the waiting list for one. More and more AO3 authors are now locking their fics down to registered users only - either due to these bot comments or concerns about AI scraping their work - which means you're probably missing out on a lot of great stuff.

Hopefully guest commenting will be enabled again at some point soon, but I suggest not waiting until then. Get yourself on that list.

Wait times are going to be longer than usual at the moment, due to the current Wattpad purge [info on Fanlore | Wattpad subreddit thread], but if you're in line, then your invite will come through eventually.

Update: There's now a Megathread about this on the AO3 subreddit.

#most of us with ao3 accounts have invitations we can send you #if you're a real person with a real email :) #I have six invitations I can send just dm me #just need an email

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Super Muppet Bros.

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35 Situation Prompts

Things aren't as they seem

There's a bird on the windowsill

The bathtub is overflowing

A door slams somewhere

The picture frame is broken

Food is burning on the stove

There's someone at the door

There's a half drunk cup of coffee on the table

Your favorite song is playing

There's a cat scratching at the door

The window is broken

Someone threw a rock at the window

There's a person you're not expecting in the room

The water is too cold

There's a leaf in your hair

A dog is barking at you

The neighbor is being loud again

There's a shattered plate on the floor

The first aid kit is empty

The tv is playing but you didn't turn it on

Your favorite food is waiting on the table

Your shoes are soaking wet

The blanket is gone

Someone is yelling far too loud

The food tastes awful

Your hair is tangled

A letter is on the table waiting for you

There's a stain on your clothes

A baby is crying

The painting fell off the wall

The box is empty

Your nail polish is chipping

There's a sweatshirt on the couch that's not yours

Someone is yelling your name

Something is wrong but you don't know what

#maybe I'll try writing something nice if someone wants to send a prompt number :) <3

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Murderbot wrote this.

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Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?

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I love Matilda because it's a story about a child who sees injustice around her and gets mad about it and questions why things aren't fair, and instead of the ending being that she learns how the world works and that life isn't fair, she catapults one of the adults who abused her out of a building with her mind

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I challenge you to combine exorcism and tentacles

This is kind of gory, so read with caution. Canon-divergent take on the night the victors are rescued from the Capitol.

@mocalmangeal I hope this meets your approval ;)

It's five till midnight when Haymitch shows up in the Hummingbird room. “They’re back. We’re wanted in the hospital.” I don’t get a chance to ask Haymitch who made it out because he adds, “That’s all I know.”

Since our broadcast ended, Finnick and I have been in this room, waiting for word on the rescue mission. I tied knots while Finnick mostly crouched in on himself, both of us trying not to lose our minds. I’m not sure his sanity made it out in one piece. I'm not sure mine did either, but at least I can still follow directions. Finnick isn't responding to Haymitch, so I take his hand.

Leaving the hummingbird room behind, we follow Haymitch through Special Defense to the elevator and through many corridors until we reach the hospital.

The scene there is chaotic and we're sideswiped by a gurney whose occupant is an emaciated young woman. I only recognize her once she's in another room. Johanna Mason.

Oh god, what did Snow do to them?

Through a doorway, I catch sight of Gale in an exam room. He's sitting on a table, stripped to the waist, perspiration running off him while a doctor removes something from below his shoulder blade with a long pair of tweezers. I call his name and start toward him, but a nurse shuts the door in my face. At least I know Gale's alive.

But what about Peeta? A voice that doesn't sound like mine whispers inside my head. It echoes my thoughts, but I still shudder. Maybe my sanity did crack if I heard voices.

Above us, the lights flicker, then go out altogether, leaving only the dull glow of the backup lights illuminating the hospital corridor. I turn to Haymitch. "Are we under attack again?"

He shrugs. He doesn't know either.

We soon lose Finnick to a lovely, bedraggled young woman with dark, tangled hair and sea-green eyes—Annie. She’s wrapped in a sheet, but that doesn’t stop her from colliding, tangling, and enfolding with him before they crash into a wall, where they remain clinging together as one. I’m jealous—not of Finnick because after he revealed everything Snow forced him to do he deserves to be happy. It's because Finnick and Annie's love is so obvious.

The overhead lights flicker again, then switch back on, coming to life one after the other all the way down the corridor until they're shining their ugly greenish hue, the same as they always are. It's as if nothing happened.

But then Boggs approaches, and I forget everything else when he tells us what we've been waiting to hear. Peeta's here, he's alive. “He's at the end of the hall. The effects of the gas are wearing off. We’d like you to be there when he wakes up," Boggs explains.

"Well, come on. What are we waiting for?" Haymitch asks, grinning. We should have waited instead of rushing down the hall to Peeta's room like fools. Who could have known what was waiting for us? That's what I tell myself when I can't keep it together.

Haymitch and I reach the doorway to Peeta's room, only to see hospital workers trying to hold him in place while others are grappling with braces to lock his arms and legs to the table. Peeta was always strong, but he's so thin, like Johanna, but his strength is superhuman. His skin is a greyish-blue hue, with blood vessels popping up to the surface, making themselves visible over his skin. I'm still trying to process what is going on (what are they doing to Peeta? What could make him look like that?) when his head snaps toward us. He fixes a cold gaze on Haymitch and me. His eyes are red, not bloodshot, but the pupils themselves are red like the eyes of the snow-white rabbits the Capitol uses in their laboratories.

"Whore," Peeta screams, jerking so hard against the restraints holding him to the table beneath him it twists with the motions of his body. The overhead lights flash on and off, on and off, so rapidly it's as though a power surge Thirteen isn't equipped to handle is throttling through its power lines. It seems tied to Peeta's rage. "Mutt! Bitch! You faithless whore!"

"Boy, what are you doin'?" Haymitch asks, stepping between myself and Peeta's piercing gaze. "This ain't-"

"Shut up, you drunk motherfucker. I'll kill you too. Gut you like a fish!" The words coming out of Peeta's mouth aren't in Peeta's voice. It's like needles digging under your fingers, an irritation so intense I want to vomit. "I bet you're fucking him too," the guttural voice of whatever is inside of Peeta continues.

"That ain't the boy," Haymitch says. "It's something else."

The thing inside Peeta laughs. "No shit. You failed him, both of you and now baby boy is all mine now. Should've fucked him while you had the chance, bitch." He says to me, pistoning his hips up from the table in a grotesque motion, staring me in the eye. It smiles coldly. "Now he's mine, and I'm gonna jerk off thinking about your blood spewing from your belly after I slit it from end to end. You two left him to die. He would have been better off dead. And after I've killed you all, I'm gonna kill him too. Nice and slow. Let that sear into your whore brain."

Outside Peeta's room, piercing screams reach our ears, melding together with wet, bubbling, choking sounds like a dying animal who has its throat torn out. Something worse than the mutt inside of Peeta is down there. With Finnick, Johanna, Gale, and Annie. Dozens of others.

The voice inside Peeta screams with laughter. "You should have gassed us all. You failed them, and now the sea queen has torn her mate's head off and eaten it."

Haymitch dashes to the door and stares down the hall uncomprehendingly. I avert my eyes from the thing inside Peeta, who is grinning at me.

Haymitch's blood drains from his face. He turns his back to the chaos down the hall. Slumping against the doorway he raises a shaking hand to his eyes. "Annie. She has. Shit, she's a monster, got tentacles. And the blood... Finnick's."

There's more laughter from the thing in Peeta when sirens blare through the hospital.

When I move to the door to look for myself, Haymitch puts a hand on my shoulder, preventing me from seeing the extent of the gore. "Best not to look girl. For god's sake, I could use a bottle right now."

#no interest? oh okay cool man cool #lol

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There appears to have been a misunderstanding I actually ordered the mental chillness

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Gale: He just wants to get in you pants!

Katniss, flattered: you really think so?

(Meanwhile Peeta’s just minding his business. He DOES want in her pants, but he was literally just saying hi, there was no secret machination)