𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. Whispers of rebellion, of a lost district; No family was spared from the fallout of civil war. We'll never go back, they say, and everyone has their ways of coping with it. With life in the districts, short and painful and ultimately meaningless; With life in the Capitol, hedonistic and indulgent and tenuous, on the brink of collapse at any moment.

The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us now, the last vestige of a history long ignored. The energy is tangible this time of year, districts walking on eggshells and the Capitol gearing up for celebration. There can be no beauty without pain, after all. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑?

THEODDSHQ is a Discord/Tumblr Hybrid, 21+ literate, canon divergent roleplay set during the 74th Hunger Games. With appable OCs in the districts and the capitol, plus strict diversity rules, The Odds encourages storytelling, character development, and literacy. The Odds is a plot-heavy group, with regular events occurring on Discord.

... being dragged back to the depths of this account.....

"You're sending me away for the summer? What a cliché!"

cape cod, 2023. whether you're a ( summer bird ) or a ( townie ), the cape is teeming with things to do. the carnival's in town this month, and the fourth of july parade next month, and if you're lucky, you just might live to see august 31st. forecast says it's shaping up to be the hottest summer since '91. ( hot summer nights is a 21+ multimuse discord roleplay focused on character development, world building, and group plotting ) JOIN HERE: https://discord.gg/kwwQGXTF

"You're sending me away for the summer? What a cliché!"

cape cod, 2023. whether you're a ( summer bird ) or a ( townie ), the cape is teeming with things to do. the carnival's in town this month, and the fourth of july parade next month, and if you're lucky, you just might live to see august 31st. forecast says it's shaping up to be the hottest summer since '91. ( hot summer nights is a 21+ multimuse discord roleplay focused on character development, world building, and group plotting ) JOIN HERE: https://discord.gg/kwwQGXTF

UPDATED JOIN LINK: https://discord.gg/6kXjm4HSb

inspired by media such as hot summer nights (2017), outer banks, shameless (us), and succession. not required watches, but good references!

"You're sending me away for the summer? What a cliché!"

cape cod, 2023. whether you're a ( summer bird ) or a ( townie ), the cape is teeming with things to do. the carnival's in town this month, and the fourth of july parade next month, and if you're lucky, you just might live to see august 31st. forecast says it's shaping up to be the hottest summer since '91. ( hot summer nights is a 21+ multimuse discord roleplay focused on character development, world building, and group plotting ) JOIN HERE: https://discord.gg/kwwQGXTF

yellowjackets rpers r u out there?! should i revive my account for u....be honest. i am itching to write these gay bitches !!!!

christening the blog with shiv to come here and say... ye olde app box closes tonight at midnight EST!!!! get in your apps, oc or canon!! we're here if you have questions or concerns <33

everyone else- keep an eye on the main for acceptances!

SOOOOO after our poll our official opening date is . . . THIS SATURDAY APRIL 29 @ 12:00 EST!!! before we open though we would love to see our remaining open skeletons filled so we can have a full cast! additionally, we will be accepting apps for original characters until we open. we urge u to get creative and funky w ur reasons for them being in town!! we also ask u make ocs generally clueless about hawkins hawkins-ness. apps will be on a rolling basis moving forward but please remember we have three admins who need to review apps before they are accepted. can't wait to see the apps!

goodmorning tags and lurkers... admin nikki here! making my debut on the main to remind you that we are holding acceptances at 12 PM EST!!! that's two hours!!! get in your apps, your questions, and your bribes! we hope to see you soon!!!!! member girlypops, keep an eye on the main and your dms for a poll later today about when tf we should open!!!!

love you mean it!!

turnedahero​:

he  probably  wasn’t  going  to  say  anything  else,  until  he  hears  her  mumbled  BACKTALK  &  that  IRKS  him  more  on  top  of  being  awake  at  this  shit  hour  of  the  morning.  maybe  he  wouldn’t  dread  it  and  despise  it  so  much  if  he  learned  to  go  to  sleep  at  a  reasonable  hour.  “waiting  on  you  to  stop  breathing  your  skunk  breath  all  in  the  fridge  is  like  waiting  on  freakin’  christmas.  so  MOVE,  maxine.”   licking  his  finger,   sticking  it  into  her  ear.  probably  a  better  alternative  than  sticking  his  armpit   in  her  face,  coated  and  saturated  in  deodorant  to  cover  up  last  night’s  sweat  from  lifting  weights.  too  tired  to  shower  then  and  still  too  tired  now,  not  that  there’s  even  time  to  because  some  fucking  idiot  thought  it  was  a  good  idea  to  make  people  wake  up  at  five,  six  in  the  morning  and  then  be  at  a  prison  by  eight  am  for  eight  hours  of  the  day  and  then  a  number  of  more  fucking  idiots  decided  to  agree  with  that  idiot  of  a  guy  so  hundreds  of  years  later  they  can  ALL  be  tortured  to  do  this  every  morning  for  five  days  of  the  week.  “there  isn’t  shit  to  eat.”  mustard,  ketchup  and  beer.  some  moldy  left  over  meatloaf.  how  enticing.  taking  out  the  same  carton  of  orange  juice  she  just  had,  he  throws  the  refrigerator  door  back  closed.  things  hitting  each  other,  clanking  together  and  knocking  down  on  the  inside.  manhandling  even  the  box  of  the  orange  juice  as  he  pulls  the  opening  back  open  and  squeezes  what’s  in  it  into  his  mouth.   wiping  off  his  chin  with  the  back  of  his  hand,  billy  shoves  it  back  into  the  fridge.  even  the  smell  of  toast  right  now  flips  his  stomach,  turning  to  look  at  her  with  irritation  for  deciding  to  smell  up  the  whole  place.  just  needing  another  reason  to  take  his  hatred  for  mornings  on.  “wow,  max.  didn’t  know  you  were  such  a  teacher’s  pet.  who  cares.”

“don’t call me that!” max’s grumble turned into a grunt as billy violated her ear and she tried to push him off, first with her hands, then with the door of the fridge. he did all of it for what? to get in their empty refrigerator? sometimes, max just wanted to smack the shit out of him. she was of the belief that neil and her mom getting married was probably the worst choice possible for all parties involved. max retreated to her toast, eyeing billy like a predator, ready to strike him with her elbows if he came close or tried some shit with her ears again. she only broke contact to look down at her toast and pick off the sections with mold. max was giving up on her cardboard breakfast, tossing it in the trash when billy began to complain. “i know that.” she rolled her eyes and moved to slip on her shoes and lace them up, “take up the lack of food with neil.” max shrugged. it wasn’t her mom’s fault-- well, it was, a little. but no way would she let billy put the blame on her. even if susan made max upset, she was firm in the conviction that most things were at the fault of one of two hargroves. her eyes were getting a work out this morning when max rolled them again, “i don’t need to explain myself to you.” she hissed, pulling on her shoelaces tighter. max hated school. she could never sit still, never focus, and was only good at math. but billy wouldn’t get that. she wouldn’t even try to explain to him that the only reason she wanted to get to school on time was because that meant getting away from him sooner. “and i’m not a teacher’s pet.” she stood up and began to carefully watch billy again when an idea hit her. without thinking of how plausible it might be, she started, “if you don’t wanna go to class, why don’t you just give me your keys and you can stay home?” max suggested. it wouldn’t be a half bad idea if billy wasn’t psycho and max wasn’t a terrible driver. then, she lied, “i just have shit i need to do for a/v club this morning, alright?” 

"give me that." ian grumbled, snatching the bottle from mickey and pressing it to his forehead for him. in his head ian counted 3...2...1...to see how long this would last. or alternatively, how long until mickey got too stubborn or too thirsty to let him hold the bottle there. "that's not what i meant." he sighed, lips pursed as he glanced at mickey, then back up at the bump. ian knew better than to fuss out loud but he was minorly worried mickey might have a concussion. he ducked down a little to try and get a glimpse of mick's pupils, but no such luck. he'd probably fully need to shine light into them and ian had a hunch mickey wouldn't wanna play doctor. "he is a dick. you both are." ian agreed. as much as he loved either one of them, there was no denying that. "but you can't just fucking--" he vaguely gestured, "headbutt him because you two are in the middle of one of your-- your--- masculinity contests." he pinched the bridge of his nose, with his free hand, then removed the beer from mickey's forehead, giving it to him to drink so he could examine the skin. when ian locked eyes with mick again, he forced his true concern, "it's not worth it, what if you gave yourself a concussion? huh?"

@soemotional   sent         :            ＂         that   was   irrational   of   you…   not   to   mention   unsportsmanlike.         ＂

＂         THEN   I   GUESS   IT’S   A   GOOD   THING   I’M   NOT   A   FUCKIN’   SPORTSMAN.            ―            and   fuck   being   rational.         ＂               hand   snatches   a   cold   beer   from   the   fridge,      knocking   the   top   of   with   a   petulant   huff.         a   large   swig   is   taken   before   he   presses   the   glass   bottle   against   his   forehead,      cool   condensation   soothing   the   dull   throb   that’s   left   behind   from   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   lip.         fine,      so   mickey   is   irrational,      but   is   that   really   news?         it’s   not   exactly   something   he’s   kept   HIDDEN   over   the   years   and   while   he   might’ve   𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝   overtime         (      a   development   brought   on   by   ian’s   influence      ),         he’s   still   always   gonna   be   a   little   on   the   loose   canon   side.         it   ran   𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙   in   the   milkovich   bloodstream.               ＂         your   brother   is   a   dick.         i’ve   owed   him   that      &      worse   for   years.         besides,      it   ain’t   like   i   started   that   shit!         ＂

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.               (      still   accepting!      )

as fiona rolled her eyes carl merely watched, expression blank as he waited for his sister to give him room to pitch. it wasn't unusual to scheme for survival in the gallagher household, and honestly? carl was feeling pretty proud of himself for coming up with a ploy before shit hit the fan, it didn't even occur to him that fiona might not be crazy about it. "i just need shit for like...baking..." he started mild. "and some help?" he was good with making things like eggs, cereal, toast, or cracking open beers, but that was simple shit, and no way was he asking debbie to help him. carl leaned across the counter as he began to explain to fiona, "i'm gonna have a bake sale, if you know what i mean." he grinned, satisfied with himself. it wouldn't be a problem getting the bud he needed, but before fiona could tell him no, carl continued with the absolute genius of his plan, "but half of them are regular, we just don't tell anyone. turn a profit, 50/50 chance if they get what they're coming for, we get the money all the same, and you can cut a third off the top for yourself." now came the nerve wracking part. but if carl was confident he could do one thing correctly, it was hustle. even his own family. "so? what do you think?"

@soemotional      (   carl   gallagher   )   sent        :           ＂         i   will   very   much   make   it   worth   your   while.         ＂

＂         JESUS         .   .   .         COULD   YOU   SOUND   ANYMORE   GALLAGHER?         ＂               eyes   roll,      though   the   smile   that   graces   fiona’s   features   is   nothing   but   𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍.         her   siblings   have   always   been   𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥   𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬,      right   from   birth,      though   the   older   they   get,      the   more   their   personalities   grow      &      sister   can’t   help   feel   like   a   proud   guardian   whenever   that   shines   through.         being   a   gallagher   doesn’t   feel   like   it’s   about   frank   or   monica   anymore.         it’s   about   being   𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺;         the   family   that   stuck   together,      through   thick   and   fucking   thin.               ＂         i   know   i’m   probably   going   to   REGRET   humouring   this,      but   fine.            ―            what   are   you   after,      and   what   do   i   get   in   return   if   i   make   it   happen?         ＂               might   as   well   hear   his   pitch.         he   might   𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎   her.         carl   usually   did   after   all.

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.         (      still   accepting!      )

@turnedahero​ said!:  “ don’t get in my way. ”

max whipped around from the fridge, orange juice carton in hand, "it's the fridge, wait your turn." she mumbled, rolling her eyes. it wasn’t like she was in the way deliberately. max glared for a long moment before putting the juice back and closing the door. billy was the only person she knew who woke up first thing in the morning with guns blazing. it made her crazy.  she’d spent the first thirty minutes of her morning cleaning up beer cans and cigarette butts her mom, and probably neil had left scattered around the house while she was out spraypainting hawkins pd. hadn’t ended well but, whatever. while it was nice to not have billy around while she cleaned up, it was almost worse that he was around while she fixed her breakfast. talk about a loss of appetite. max moved away from the refrigerator to grab her stale toast that had popped out of the toaster. she took a bite and with a mouthful, pointedly asked, “we gonna be late to school again today?” 

itsburkhart​:

Although America’s Dairyland and The Hoosier State seemed to be two-world’s apart, one of the most eerie things about America was how culty and alike all of the small towns were. They all one school for elementary, middle, and high school each, the losers, a town drunk, the teenage hangout spot, and pretty girls like Jackie Burkhart sprinkled in there like fine spice. Point Place, Wisconsin, was no different, and this Tuesday mirrored all of the ones before it. Here miss popularity was, sipping on a Strawberry milkshake, gossiping with her friends about whatever cheerleader drama was going on that day. ❝  And I looked at her and told her– are you even listening to me?❞  Jackie pauses her story, frustration clearly showing in her expression as she offendedly goes to gently hit her friend’s hand to get her attention, but she stops herself with confusion as she looks at her friends who were much more distracted by whatever was behind her, the guy’s voice cutting through the air with an endearing charm.

Turning to look over her shoulder, Jackie is met with an unfamiliar face, but… He managed to snag a small percentage of her attention. ❝On your own accord?❞  She interrupts, as if questioning how any sane or good looking person would choose to get stuck in a place like this. It wasn’t easy to impress Jackie though, and while her friends were seemingly mesmerized… Well, Jackie was being Queen Jackie, showing off her shameless personality. ❝  It’s one of the places, unless you wanna get stuck at the water-tower with the losers, or the movies. There’s not much to do around here…❞

accord...accord...was that like, a choice? steve’s confused expression battled out any sense of charming allure he’d entered the conversation with. “my dad got a job.” he said vaguely, scratching the back of his neck, then looking around. “is there anything to do anywhere?” steve asked, part genuine, part joking. this was now the second town he’d been to that had very little worth his while. tapping his foot against the linoleum floor as he listened to the girl explain the lay of the land, “uh huh...” he commented, bored as he stared off in the distance. steve looked back at the girl then asked, “but what do the cool kids do?” even he was a little skeptical this was all there was to the town.  

JOYCE BYERS HAS DIED and it feels like part of you has too. over the years joyce became a sort of hearth of hawkins, and without her, there's a hopelessness blanketing the town unlike ever before.

life has been more or less peaceful for the last 25 years. everyone has scattered in their separate directions and licked their wounds following the funeral of will byers and el hopper in september 1986. now, they're faced with an eerily similar predicament after receiving a funeral invitation from jonathan in the mail.

the currents of life have swept everyone in their own directions, but whether they've sunk, coasted along, or swam is a case by case basis. regardless, it's time to come home. for reunion.

so hold hands while you can, heroes! who's to say what has-- or hasn't changed in hawkins over the last two and a half decades.

vecnasrevenge is an 21+ au/d&d style stranger things rp, set twenty-five years after the end of stranger things 4 when el sacrificed herself (and will) to defeat vecna and close the upside down for good. the gang might not remember what some of their friend's faces look like, but what happened in hawkins when they were growing up hasn't been forgotten. at vecna's revenge, we encourage literacy, diversity, character development, and immersive storytelling.

* waving a clock in front of your face * OOOOO you wanna join us in our That 70s Show server and write someone from the show SOOOO bad…

my delusions of grandeur rly have me unironically saying things like “i can save hollywood”