if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

I wonder how many times Clark and the batkids + Alfred revived Bruce with the Lazarus Pit and just never told him abt it

still insanely funny to me that ortus nigenad has canonically written 18 volumes of epic poetry about a bodyguard who was, in fact, Just Some Guy, and regularly quotes himself out loud in conversations on the regular. man had to die at the start of gtn because he was too fucking powerful to live

hello i am once again thinking about the fact that nancy's gun collection consists of 1) her bf's dad's revolver that she practiced with when she was 16 and apparently never gave back, 2) an illegal sawed-off shotgun that she bought specifically for heading an attack in an alternate dimension and 3) a military-issued pistol that she stole off a dead soldier

Catching Fire AU where everything is the same except the moment Katniss' name is read, someone shouts, 'I volunteer as Tribute!' A figure in a worn hooded cloak walks through the crowd, features covered. They come on the stage, everyone's eyes on them from District 12 to the whole of Panem. The mysterious stranger brings their aged hands up to the clasp of their cloak and after a beat, they take it off with the trained flourish of an entertainer. There stands Lucy Gray Baird; she's old but she still looks like someone who knows how to have fun. She's wearing a ragged, faded, colourful dress made of rainbow ruffles. Lucy does a showman's bow, smirking with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "I volunteer as Tribute! My friends call me Lucy Gray — I hope you will, too!" In his home, the shock of seeing Lucy alive is too much for Snow's heart to take, and so the tyrant dies of a heart-attack while choking on his own blood from the sores.

harrianthe + sewing (variations on a theme)

Vaggie: So.

*casually takes the jacket off Charlie and wraps it around her own waist*

Vaggie: Can you dance?

Charlie: Oh I dance pretty girl- pr-pretty gay. Pretty good! Good! Dance good, pretty good girl- I DANCE PRETTY GOOD!!!

you won and she chose you and she loved you and she's gone

cap and kitty's little improv scene... the way they gossip about 90s bands together... the fairy godmother.... that winning smile of yours, now where is it... now our song about clouds is doooooone... the wizard of oz.... when he turns the attention on himself so she doesn't have to talk about eleanor... she pictures her father as him in the flashbacks... agh ants! no, no, they can't hurt you... why would you want to kill time it's meant to be enjoyed.. ah what's the rush, we've got forever... kitty thinks her baby kicked and calls cap over to feel... father christmas is not reallllll-ly in the habit.... no one wants to listen to this old walrus... hang on you made me do something horrible. yes but they're staying... maybe they'll decide to stay. they won't, kitty.

we're probably gonna get a dog later this year and it just occurred to me that I could name a dog "Blorbo"

The Green family dynamics are so interesting because like, Viserys is the father but due to his decay he seems more like the grandfather, whereas Otto is the Grandsire but seems to fill out the role of a father more, not only to his daughter but also her children, so he and his daughter are a mother/father unit but in some situations Alicent is treated like a sibling to her children (by Otto) and then you have the obvious Helaena/Aegon happening (siblings who are also husband/wife and mother/father to their children), but at the same time it seems like Aemond is the one trying to be the family's protector and attempting to step up as patriarch, with some of the scenes between him and Alicent giving off the vibes of equals rather than Mother and Son (like when they discuss Aemond finding Aegon) and his relationship with Aegon seeming like he's the big brother and not the other way around, in this essay I will-

Romance between the unreliable narrator and the one character who can break the 4th wall

Your stepcest posts are making my brain rot I couldn't stop thinking about the childe one, he's definitely a big gross pervert with a breeding kink I really need to read more of what you think about it

Have a nice week <3

YES. BIG BROTHER CHILDE WITH HIS BREEDING KINK......... oh, he is the worst. </3 sex with him is always done with the intention of knocking you up. It feels more like a competition than copulation: pure, mindless fucking that seems to never end. Even when you both take occasional breaks between rounds, he's still finding some way to tease and rile you up. T_T and he drives in so deeply every time, mumbling in your ear about how you can take it, you can do another one, can't you? You won't spill a single drop, right? Aaaaa he's so obsessed with you.

When he returns home to visit, he always brings lots of gifts for his family. But the gifts he purchases for you are far less innocent than the plushies or neat wood carvings or kites he picks up for his siblings. He buys you all manner of lingerie and (more recently) the cutest of maternity wear he found in Fontaine. Lots of frills and lace, the expensive, well-made kind that'll feel so soft and comfy when you wear it. It's big now, but you'll grow into it. :) uuwaaa he dotes on you so much. Truly a family man. Only you're privy to these sides of Childe. While everyone else sees a battle-hardened Harbinger who lusts after every dangerous fight he can throw himself into, you get to see sweet, soft, loving Ajax who ruts into you with reckless abandon.

You're far past the point of no return, nowhere near platonic affections like normal step-siblings. But it doesn't really matter anymore. Pulcinella looks after you when Childe can't, often visiting to deliver things to help make pregnancy smoother for you. Everyone asks you who the father is when you go out, but you don't dare tell them. What would they think? You surmise Childe doesn't really mind if anyone knows, but then you want to preserve a sliver of your dignity if possible. >_<

immy, i love you, but your "storm" is a migraine

no one told me that the simone-karl plot from why women kill would rip my heart out and stomp it into little itty bitty pieces

I just want to fold them up in paper and keep them in my breast pocket