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pan3m · 1 month
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need y'all to know that yesterday at work i jokingly called my coworker and myself "buttons and wires" and he went oh so like nuts and volts from the hunger games? and then i got to be normal about beetee for like five minutes.
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pan3m · 1 month
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Sue Tilley: Illuminate, auto-glass sculpture, from her Under the Glass Ceiling Exhibit (2012)
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pan3m · 1 month
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i love abandoning muses for like two months or something because i always come back stronger and with more thoughts.
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Andy Goldsworthy
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pan3m · 3 months
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no promo yet, but
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pan3m · 3 months
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sorry guys I started a bg3 run as jett and I'm having too much fun
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pan3m · 3 months
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@mcmorare, katrina: there's something wrong with you.
he laughs at that. a hearty, almost bellowing noise, like it's the best joke he's ever heard in his life. palm presses against the jewels and chain that encircle his neck like a hangman's noose as he catches his breath after a moment.
❝ oh kitty kat, you know just what to say when i'm feeling blue, ❞ he smiles at her, ❝ do you feel morally superior when you people say things like that? 'there's something wrong with you,' cry me a river, as if there's nothing wrong with you? as if there's nothing wrong with everyone in this fucking building? ❞ something mischievous sparkles in his eyes, empty glass in left hand swinging playfully between index and middle finger.
❝ there are plenty of things wrong with all of us, kitty kat, some of us just like to accept reality as it is and have fun while we still can, learn to loosen up — i've heard there may be dire consequences if you dont. ❞
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pan3m · 3 months
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crime and punishment, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky.
nothing could induce me to leave you now.
tomorrow all this nonsense will be over.
the drink makes me swear. don't mind it.
even running away is impossible now.
i'm not drunk. i'm never drunk.
do you trust me, or not?
you understand me because you are an angel.
you seem to have fallen from heaven.
i've sworn never to argue.
through error, you come to the truth.
you never reach any truth without making fourteen mistakes, very likely a hundred and fourteen.
we can't even make mistakes on our own account.
talk nonsense, but talk your own nonsense, and i'll kiss you for it.
to go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.
lock your door, and don't let anybody in.
what an ass you are sometimes.
i sometimes speak too much from the heart.
your complete recovery depends solely on yourself.
i never go to bed before two at home.
a normal man hardly exists.
why, are you afraid of me?
that's all in another world, and so long ago.
why are you laughing again?
why do you demand of me a heroism you do not have?
if i ruin anyone, it is only myself.
to act sensibly, intelligence is not enough.
people will write anything.
how did you find me, by the way?
if only you knew how you interest me.
pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
the really great man must, i think, have great sadness on earth.
be angry with me, if you like.
i knew you were pretending to be asleep.
reason is the slave of passion, you know.
there's something wrong with you.
i rarely lie.
in the past, have you ever seen ghosts before?
i know i'm not well, but i don't know what's wrong.
i don't believe in a future life.
there's something about you like me.
if only you knew what you're asking.
i knew you were lying.
forget me altogether. it's better.
if you love me, give me up.
i knew you would run after me.
aren't you sorry?
you're not saving anyone from anything.
what does god do for you?
don't ask. you don't deserve.
children can't remain children here.
you are like a child asking for matches.
don't play with me. don't dare.
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pan3m · 3 months
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the fuckin "ahhh i'm just a little guy i'm just a little birthday boy" post WAS a bit of a meme that hit me while at work BUT in truth that was part of jett's strategy in the lead up to/during his game. finnick (a 14 year old) had won the year before, youngest in history, and it deeply upset him! not only because a Child won, but because he knew that during his own year the kids from d1 and 2 would be on his ass. to prep for this he came off as almost comically confident during his interview, let the other kids 'set him straight' during training, accepted a follower role in the pack alongside sirena, and just let things happen a bit naturally in the arena, observing and gauging the strengths and weaknesses of the other careers. a week into the games titus' presence is Known and Feared by pretty much everyone else still alive, including the careers, who are starting to lose their cool after seeing the remains of his victims and everything else the arena has offered them so far. in the center of his arena was a raging, whitewater river that would challenge even the strongest swimmers. late into the night on day 8 of the games the careers are startled awake by something and scatter, splitting off into uneven groups/pairs. almost by luck jett had wound up running off with sable (d1 boy) further into the woods. in an attempt to reorient themselves, jett led the pair back towards the river with only the sound of rushing, merciless water to guide them. upon making it back to the river without encountering whatever nightmare stalked the woods, sable made a comment that maybe jett should take over as his right hand after they get back, jett said he had a better idea, and with a lunge sent them both careening into the dark rapids.
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pan3m · 4 months
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just remembered how in cf on the last day of training everyone made one big table to sit together at :(
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pan3m · 4 months
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THIS IS WILLEM VAN GENK'S WIKIPEDIA PAGE
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pan3m · 4 months
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❝ are you fucking deaf? ❞ the war is over, you lost, just give up the ghost now, ❝ i said, annie ― i guess you're just a weak person, because you are, and always have been, and are going to die scared and weak. ❞ he can feel several pairs of eyes on him now ― good, a proper audience for the great jett asturias in his final act, no longer on the capitol's behalf, but simply for his own satisfaction. stitches stretch as muscles tense with excitement. gem-like eyes show a flash of pain before freezing over again.
❝ but ― ! you have a very rare opportunity at revenge, and i think it would be foolish and weak not to take it. you know why? because the capitol has fucked your life up in so many ways that you should be furious about it, and do something about it. ❞ hand curls into a fist under the table, bruised muscles and tendons yell out in pain and remind him he's alive despite his life being over. he smiles. ❝ what's there to lose ― your sanity? your morals? the love of your life? ❞ something like a laugh begins to bubble up, healing lung straining. ❝ personally, i think you should have the honor of firing the starting cannon. ❞
ANNIE FREEZES, grip tightening upon the arms of the ornate chair she’s sitting in hard enough for it to creak. johanna’s BARBED COMMENT about finnick is echoing around in her brain, painful and sharp and icily clear, but she’s still present. is forcing herself to remain so. through the grief and exhaustion and utterly insane notion that people want even more violence and bloodshed. she can hear peeta loudly denouncing coin’s proposal beside her. and she can hear jett’s comment, casting a wearied, withering look in his direction. “ what did you say? ”
@pan3m ( jett ) said : 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗.
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pan3m · 4 months
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thinking about coin and jett in the same room.
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pan3m · 4 months
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@pan3m (jett) sent: bring your heroes, watch them all get crushed.
Jett fucking Asturias. 
Katrina isn’t surprised to see him in the Capitol propo - of course he took their side. He loves being their idol, their pretty dress up doll to swoon over and see what they want in. A true career victor. The kind of life that makes her sick. She wouldn’t voice it out loud in such terms, but there’s something about seeing him on the broadcast grinning like a predator that makes part of her want to slit his throat. He is on the opposite side, sure, but they already confiscated her knives and she’s not about to make a comment that’ll get her in meetings with some bullshit therapist. If it’s anything like what Johanna says, it would be a waste of time anyways. Talking isn’t going to take away what’s happened. Just like it’s not going to take away her current wish to put the boy on the screen right in her crosshairs.
She leans back slightly in her seat, occupying her hands with a little length of string. Perfect for choking. The war is ramping up. Maybe one of these days she’ll get her wish.
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pan3m · 4 months
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Danny Ramirez at the YSL Spring 2022 Menswear Collection after party in Marrakech — 📸: Saskia Lawaks
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pan3m · 4 months
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quinn is back from vacay which means i hope y'all like jett because there's about to be. so much more of him lmao
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