BRING YOUR HUNGER
On Pyrrha’s half-flipped moon, Gideon makes soup she can’t eat and calls it penance.
(a locked tomb post-canon, no-paul AU where the author tests how many references to catholic sainthood they can work into the narrative.)
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chapter 14 of the bodyguard with no context
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post-war hayffie
“Effie, you’re pretty much the only thing making me wanna get up in the morning. Before you came here? The night before you came here I spent three hours straight staring at a bottle of booze, fighting with myself not to get black-out drunk. I was on the verge of destroying myself entirely. I hoped for a sign. And you came. Please, I- I know it’s fucking hard. To be the one who lived. God fucking knows I’m an expert at that. But stay with me, sweetheart. Stay. Don’t go- Don’t go down that road because there’s no going back from some things.”
just made myself cry writing this
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5 minutes till 6 am, eggshells at the ready, I’m prepared to draw our as many watchersona(s) As possible
Idea: a flock of watchers is called an eyelash
AN EYELASH...... FUCKING LOSING IT THATS SO FUNNY
technically they are called a colony, but listen, eyelash is hysterical i will absolutely be using that for future bits
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“see this? there’s your name written on it.”
Super fast mini character ref for (final boss*) Mia.
I was researching historical clothes for a project when I had a sudden mental image of her dressed like a contadina veneta so I needed to bring this to light
(*) this most fitting description is borrowed from @greypetrel
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considering cannibalism and cunnilingus as holy communion, as one does when writing griddlehark fic,
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🪄 🪄 🪄 (uno reversed)
nyehe thank you!
Dangerous Animals - Arctic Monkeys
The way you keep me in pursuit // Sharpen the heel of your boot
// And you press it to my chest and you make me wheeze //Then to my knees you do promote me
Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil
Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours // And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord // 'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough // To God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause
Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu - The Maine
You flash like a setting sun // You come around, I come undone // Can't find the sound under my tongue // When I look at you
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I wish I could truly explain how I was back when the Hunger Games cast was announced. I'd been obsessed with the books, hoping they didn't fuck up the cast. Imagine my fucking shock, joy, stunned scream when Josh Hutcherson was Peeta.
I'd been crushing on this actor since I was a wee child. Since I'd seen fucking Zathura in theatres. I would watch movies specifically because he was in them. And now HE was PEETA!?!?!
I have never experienced that rush since and I don't think I ever will. I truly won life with that one
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