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soldwrecked · 3 months
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@cannotfly liked for a starter!
CONNOR HAS BEEN HERE FOR ABOUT A MONTH NOW. HE HATES IT. HE’S CERTAIN THAT FOGGS IS SOME SORT of hellscape, dreamt up by someone that gets off on watching people suffer. The worst part are the nurses. They poke and prod and don’t listen if you tell them it hurts. Not that he ever does. He won’t give them the satisfaction. He’s barely said two words to anyone since he arrived.
Which is why he’s so confused when someone comes over to him. He doesn’t know this lady. He doesn’t want to know this lady. “Who the fuck are you?”
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soldwreckedmoved · 8 months
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@loudnclearspot said sender kisses receiver to comfort them. reverse. (to jack)
JACK ABSOLUTELY HATES SEEING SPOT UPSET. MAYBE BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T GET UPSET OFTEN OR maybe because he just wants to see her happy. Whatever it is, he’s never liked seeing her upset. And today is no exception. He doesn’t know why she’s upset but he knows better than to ask. It’s not his business. He wants to do something, though, so he glances around to ensure they’re alone and leans down to kiss her.
“You okay?” he asks when they separate. He hopes she is.
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hgduo · 6 months
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I've already made peace with the fact that I am not making it home in time for the event today...
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jtownraindancer · 4 months
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"That your handiwork is it? How- How is that funny?"
Burn Gorman as PC Renwick in Cemetery Junction, 2010.
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hoardingsoap · 4 months
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how in the WORLD did you get your blog to post once every ten minutes that's incredible
:0 the petrichorvoices aka radiomogai in the flesh!? sending an ask on my hoarding blog!? /pos
anyways, it's because of the queue 2.0 which you can enable in tumblr labs. then you can control the queue a bit more. this is what mine looks like! :D
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you can't do it on the app though, so you'd have to do this on desktop, or in the browser of your phone.
also, happy new years, Radio! :3
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dogtiber · 7 months
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Tiber has a girlfriend at school 😘
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springcatalyst · 6 months
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WAIT I havent done a poll b4 but I'm curious so my writer homies... . .
as in u write that much and you're like wow! that was pretty successful. in one sitting
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yeetlegay · 2 years
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My theory is that we get the footsie scene and then the Tawan talk with Pete because then Porsche's tie is loose button undone and there's a hickey so hopefully there will be a makeout scene in between
ANON U ARE READING MY MIND
Like are we just not gonna talk about how Porsche literally looks SEXED UP in that preview?? Obviously he has what looks like VISIBLE HICKEYS but also his tie? Looks like someone YANKED it. And his collar? UNBUTTONED. Vest? OPEN. Hair? HMMMMMM.
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tardis--dreams · 11 months
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"No queuing is allowed in front of the entrance nor in the streets around the venue"- trinity college's concert rules are my new villain origin story
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mythvoiced · 4 months
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Aeri can’t decide what she hates more - the way the bejeweled pin in the victor from District 8’s hair is lopsided, or the girl herself. Oh, what Aeri wouldn’t give to wear such an accessory again, or even wear the finery the victor has been gifted to wear to the viewing. That was her once, wasn’t it?
But now? She’s stuck here, watching this spectacle. The brat, who has no idea what privilege she’s been presented with, keeps on creasing the delicate threads of her gown and her stylists also clearly have no idea on how to do the brat’s makeup. And then there’s that damn pin- Aeri’s pin once upon a time- only in place because it’s tangled in there-
And Aeri can’t hold back. When the brat’s stylists are gone, she reaches into the girl’s hair and extracts the pin. Her fingers, callused from years of hard labor that still feels foreign to Aeri, are quick to untangle most of the obvious knots in the brat’s hair before shetwists the locks into a ponytail and then a bun. The pin goes back in.
Aeri glares at the girl through the mirror. Don’t you dare mess up my work.
( congrats lenlen!! you get....aeri, being really resentful, i hope marìa doesn't mind too much ^^' )
@stillresolved | !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET HER BE RESENTFUL
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There's a harshness to being dolled up when you are in no way receptive to it.
María isn't foreign to the roughness of life - she's a fucking Victor, after all, isn't she - she's started working in factories just about around the age even the most moral of District 8 people might turn their back in fear on seeing her walk in, pretending not seeing her would free them of the responsibility of working with a child.
Her hands and nose and palate and lungs had long gotten used and keep getting used to the aftermath of working with chemicals, of being so very intimate with garments and colours, with fumes and heat, with the hard work of surviving, with the hard work of fighting to be allowed a minimal chance at said survival, at figuring that there's little more for people from District 8 to fight for.
Still... it's not the same.
Being pushed around, dressed in things she would have never chosen for herself to serve a people, a man, because she's not stupid enough to not be able to tell what is Capitol and what is Snow and how Capitol is Snow, it's a kind of biting and harsh and rough that doesn't leave behind the usual kind of scars and memories and bruises.
Even surviving the Games had come with a desperately accepted sense of relief, one covered in blood and the humiliation of all she'd done and all she'd thought she'd get to accomplish, only for reality to crash in on her in a victory she hadn't wanted to partake in, hadn't wanted to make possible, when she'd wanted her Games to be victor-less in lieu of ending the Games themselves.
This... this is humiliation in the long run. This has hardly any hope attached to it, waiting for her on the other end of the line. Sometimes, on the worst days, it feels like the true brunt of the battle, walking with blood-stained soles and palms and sparkling as she does, wearing all that might make even the softest source of light appear like flames reflecting off her frame, covering her in fire that had not eaten her alive - much to a few people's disdain.
Picking at things, not holding still, grimacing, shifting her muscles, arms, face to make her stylists' life as difficult as possible, it was all she had to fight back.
The Arena came with death and violence, and living back at home had been physical labour upon physical labour, straining her young body until she could no longer tell if she was broken beyond repair or fitter than children her age should be - had they grown up privileged within the Capitol's safety.
Here she has only threads to tear apart and reflections to glare at.
And a new challenge behind every door.
She feels yanked back, an intensity of motion caused less by the avox suddenly in her hair and more her own stiffness that hadn't prepared her for submission to someone suddenly rearranging her.
After her stylists had left, she'd succumbed to the tension of not wanting to be there, without the added hard work of making sure everybody else does. Lost in her thought, somebody's hands suddenly returning on her had fortified, molten it into a newly forged blade, stiff and ready to strike, tensing everything within her and making a few fingers in her hair turn into a grappling hook tied to a moving mountain.
María is startled enough she can't remember how to glare.
A frown does accompany her widened eyes anyway, making her look... appalled, almost, an addition to her expression so unsuited to typically frightened features, youth tainted by the face of someone used to having to fight to stay alive.
It almost happens in a flash then. The reflection moves and adjusts and fixes and what had started as something that had María's lips split into something acid and trembling, turns into something unpleasant and acrid, but silent, as María sits and lets herself be mandhandled one more time.
That's when she glares. After the avox finishes up, after their eyes meet in the mirror and María sees none of the downturned gazes they're trying to make her accustomed to.
Seeing avoxes pisses her off.
Why take it out on them.
She understands what they are, what they're supposed to represent.
To her, an avox is a statement. No longer a person but rather someone rid of their innate right to be considered one. Even with the determination and life in this avox' eyes, María has come to understand them as tools Snow uses to assert his dominance, people from all circles of life, punished with the robbing of their words... and their detached tongue metaphorically forced to lick away at the tip of the shoes of people like María.
All a scheme.
Infighting.
Use the prey on the prey, make them take each other out.
It'd be easier to feel pity if María could sleep, if the avox hadn't adjusted her appearance, and if the avox wasn't staring her down as if she had any right to do so.
She's oddly beautiful.
She's oddly familiar.
"Why are you helping them?" she hisses, low, whispered, because she might never admit it, but she's... she's a little scared, isn't she? Lately? Devora's face swims before her inner eye, so stern, so wrong.
"I'm on your side more than they are," she adds, pulling a strand of her hair out of the freshly adjusted bun.
#stillresolved#the seeker;maria#the seeker;joan of arc;hunger games verse#CONGRATS INDEED I FEEL LIKE I WON A MAJOR AWARD HERE??? EXCUSE ME???????????????????? MX LISTEN-#EVEN IF MARIA WERE TO MIND I CAN'T FIND IT IN ME TO MIND THAT SHE'D MIND BECAUSE THIS IS MAJORLY EXCITING#NOBODY MOVE NOBODY MOVE NOBODY FRICKING MOVE I NEED TO FOCUS#not gonna lie Aeri's point of view here is so fking good it's so FRESH IT'S SO---#NOT TO BE HYPER-FOCUSED ON MY DESIRES FOR MARIA'S ARC AND HOW IT DEVELOPS BUT#THIS IS VERY GOOD SGKLSDLFJGHGLKHGFKL sorry I just...#if somebody were to force me to figure out ONE thing to like most about this depresso verse#if i was being held at gunpoint about it basically and forced to pick One Thing#it's gotta be how brilliantly different perspectives come together#Aeri Patrick Devora Taiyang Maria Hyuk LISTEN???? LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#getting an ask from Ferre from their new blog~ i'm holding my cheekies and blushing HEHEHEHEHE~#also how do you still always win at urls care u lots MWAH ♥ i need to get this into the queue ASAP#gosh it being Aeri's PIN GOSH CAN YOU TELL I'M ALL OVER THE PLACE ABOUT THIS IN ENTHUSIASM#gosh María will simply truly... do the most to assign everyone sides hm? MARIA WHAT ABOUT THE NUANCES--#i'm not quite sure what you and wonderful Lynnie have established but... if Aeri was well known as Deva's lover#do you think María might have seen her? in pr thingies? that would explain why she's familiar that's why i added that line~#IF NOT then she's familiar because the look in her eyes would remind her of Deva IT'LL STILL WORK >:3 i went witty >:3333#;queue
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soldwrecked · 3 months
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@cannotfly
THE PHONE IS COLD IN HIS HAND. THE FACT THAT HE’D MANAGED TO FIND CHANGE FOR IT IS NOTHING SHORT of a miracle. He’s grateful for the small bit of warmth the stand brings him. It’s windy today and his jacket had needed to be washed. He’s in his sweatshirt, his free hand tucked into the pocket of his pants as he shivers in the wind. He taps his fingers against the receiver, listening to it ring and ring. He doesn’t know if he wants it to go through.
Before he can hang up, it connects. Arthur waits a moment before he speaks. “Hey, Jo.” He never knows what to say. He doesn’t really think there’s anything to say. The calls are pretty much the same. They’ll do the small talk stuff and then Johanna will ask him if he’s gambled at all. He won’t answer (which is answer enough) and that’ll be it. He supposes he should be grateful about the routine of it, if nothing else. “How are you?”
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soldwreckedmoved · 8 months
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@whatsbehindthefacade said sender kisses receiver to shut them up. (for Jack from Ennis)
JACK TALKS A LOT. HE KNOWS HE TALKS A LOT. EVERYONE KNOWS HE TALKS A LOT. APPARENTLY Ennis doesn’t like it. Jack had thought he did. He’d certainly seemed to appreciated Jack’s chatter when they were up on Brokeback. It had been the only way to pass the time—aside from other things that they typically saved for when it was dark out—and so Jack had talked a lot that summer.
And he’d started talking again now, rambling on about some horse that he’d seen and was deciding whether or not to buy for Bobby when Ennis had come over and kissed him square on the mouth. Jack grins against his lips. “Well howdy,” he murmurs as they separate. “You got any particular reason for kissin’ me, cowboy, or are ya just bored?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, grinning at Ennis cheekily.
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hyaciiintho · 10 months
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Let's do the OG ship: Darlink. <3
send me a character or a pairing and i’ll list aesthetics, objects and moods i associate with them. | ✿
🌸。*゚+. Rubies & Sapphires cut and shaped by the sharpest of blades, molded into dazzling gems and inlayed in intricately woven golden bands; The sun & moon, ever dancing in their cycle, arms interlocked in a forever embrace across the sky; Shaded forests where the sun's rays struggle to pierce through dense canopy of leaves above, the dancing lights of fireflies and fairies alike, lighting up the forest floor; Morning rays piercing the smallest crack in the curtains through a bedroom window, painting a single golden line atop slumbering bodies.
The sound of music woven in the air on a lazy morning, where the burden of responsibility is absent, and nothing but the gardens await; Soil covered fingers and a basket of ripe red apples; Fresh baked pies and home cooked meals; Gentle smiles that radiate incredible warmth, unyielding devotion, and unconditional adoration; “And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.”
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liltaz-asatreat · 1 year
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Welp, I didn’t finish that one scene I wanted to write for both Julia Burnsides vs Canon Lore and the taz November celebration thing last night
But I did finally finish chapter 2 alskghdslgkhdglkhg
Next up, either that scene or chapter 3 lol
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a9saga · 8 months
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the brilliant green - stand by me // the day I run out of tbg videos to post will be the day I stop posting weekly song recs on this blog
#it may be 7am but i know if i don't post this now i probably won't post anything today#and i don't like to have the same pinned post for 3 weeks straight#i wasn't feeling like posting anything too consistently these last couple weeks#i gotta *feel* a song rec man if im gonna queue something i gotta know ill still be playing it by the time it goes up#i listened to the swingin sixties a couple days ago when i was having a lot of anxiety#i think that version of this song may actually be a bit better but you know it's just a good comforting song#bro idek who's getting evicted tonight this is the first week ive honestly been unsure#and i don't even know if i care who goes home!#all i wanna see is how we voted for the superpower competition#i wish either jared or izzy were being backdoored this week tbh over the two actually up for eviction#im done with the way izzy talks to or about people and also jared is saying some gross shit about women on the live feed#that doesn't make the actual cut for the episode#i have two (2) important things i have to do today#one of which is an important virtual meeting at 9 am that my alarm hasn't gone off for yet#yet here i am watching youtube videos and posting songs#i hate being responsible i wish my mummy and daddy had the money to pay for my college in full#and additionally i wish i hadn't been chronically ill for over half my life but here we are doing a damn zoom meeting 🙄#aight yes im pretty stressed as you can tell#the brilliant green#j rock#tommy#90s j rock#tomoko kawase#shunsaku okuda#ryo matsui#song rec#tbt#shut up kaily#also i hope this band does anything ever again i miss them so much i cant even tell you#Youtube
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ofgentleresolve-a · 2 years
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notable players ( 4/??? ): the king ( ft. lee hyuk )
THE KING. while it can move in any direction, the king may only move one square at a time and may not move into a space where another piece is being attacked. during the endgame, it has the potential to become a powerful offense force, but one must be careful; should it be captured with no means of escape, the game will be lost. the most important piece on the board and therefore, the most vulnerable.
( black knight. pawn. rook. king. )
photos do not belong to me, i only edited them; credit for the interpretation of lee hyuk goes to alex @jeoseungsaja!
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