so im not done with tbosas but ik how it goes, like i watched the movie and just kinda know what happens.
ik how Sejanus dies, and like does he get the bread crumbs from the district 2 thing. cause if he didnt
an afterlife fic where he dies and realizes he has no food for his journey, so he just kinda sits there for a few days in darkness (idk how im picturing the jouney is, dark, nothing but a strong gut feeling to guide where to go) waiting, hoping for food, but nothing comes. he eventually leaves and makes his way to where ever he is supposed to be going, and wherever he came from. when he gets there it took a lot and without food, he can barely stand. he looks up and there he is, district 2, back home (but like, afterlife).
there were so many people there, and once they saw who he was they made sure to stay clear of him, after a bit of confusion of him being there. but there was one person who stood out to him, the person stopped, a distance away, and didnt seem to know what to make of it, shocked and confused.
"Marcus?..." that seemed to snap them back to reality, and they just, walked away. Sejanus eventually found a tree to lean against, not knowing what else to do, no one wanted him there.
he seemed to stay there for awhile, maybe a couple days, before someone sat beside him, "why are you here?" Marcus, and some bread.
"Well, it seems I died."
"yeah, but how? You didnt seem to have food when you arrived. I mean even I did, I don't know how, but I did. I have a suspicion though." Marcus handed him the loaf as he asked the question.
"I wanted to help some people, and they killed me for it. No one either knew or cared enough to give me some bread."
The response seemingly answered his question. "Thank you, by the way, for the bread"
"ah, so you knew"
"as i said, i had my suspicions. Why here?"
" I'm here because this is my home"
"you gave that up a long time ago"
"i was 8. my father gave it up, i never wanted to move, wish i hadn't."
"I'm sorry things turned out this way for you"
"You're one to talk"
"Why'd you choose this tree?"
"What do you mean?"
"This tree, its not one here, its like it belonged somewhere else." he stood up and out reached him arm for Sejanus to grab so he could see the tree.
Almost as soon as he stood up he fell back to the ground, not because of the hunger, the bread was fine for now, but because he instantly knew this tree. The Hanging Tree.
Marcus treid to catch him as he fell, too late, but the effort was there. Sejanus answered before Marcus could ask more questions. "Its how I died. It's The Hanging Tree in district 12."
21 notes
·
View notes
You should draw that girl with missing teeth. You should draw that girl with a crooked nose. You should draw that girl with a double chin. You should draw that girl with fat on her body. You should draw that girl with a buzz cut. You should draw that girl with large eyebrows. You should draw that girl with a lazy eye. You should draw that girl with large nostrils. You should draw that girl smiling with gums. You should draw that girl with body hair. It's enrichment for her, treat her right
36K notes
·
View notes
having a child has taught me that every toddler is completely justified in their frustrations and tantrums because learning how to do something you have literally never encountered or heard of before is insane. and being expected to be completely calm in the face of this constant barrage of overwhelming information is doubly insane.
i got charlie a sticker activity book and it occurred to me i have to TEACH someone how to unpeel stickers. it's SKILL that requires DEXTERITY and FINE MOTOR ABILITY. i thought it was obvious that you have to curl the page a little bit to create a break in the cut so the sticker comes up.
obviously a fucking BABY wouldn't know that because they have no background experience to inform their thought process. OBVIOUSLY. and OBVIOUSLY the LITERAL BABY wouldn't get it right the first few times. it would OBVIOUSLY take practice. lots of it.
i hate this feeling. it's so obvious. why are children treated so badly when they're learning everything for the first fucking time. why do people treat children so horribly and expect so much. they're brand new. why didn't i get the same grace i give to my child? why did no one have patience for me? why, when it's this easy?
it's so easy. it's so fucking easy.
65K notes
·
View notes