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yellowjackets big 3, argue with the wall (the pilot)

Yk, I briefly shipped Wally and Charley. …still kinda do ngl

YOU HAVE TO HEAR ME OUT BRO 😔

THEY MADE JOEL SO DAD CODED IN THE NEW EPISODE IM GONNA CRY

LOOK AT HIM

SPARE HIM, ABBY

On Peeta's more difficult days, he lies in bed buried underneath the bedsheets for hours, muttering symphonies of real and not reals. Katniss likes to run warm baths for him. She especially collects lavender flowers from the woods to craft her own oil and use it for Peeta's baths.

Katniss softly whispers the shaking boy awake and convinces him to take a warm bath to feel better. She guides him to the bathroom and places him at the edge of the tub, slowly removing his prosthetic, shorts, and shirt. She still blushes looking at his figure even though they have been married for 10 years. Katniss gently guides him inside the silky water, struggling to get him into the tub as he's way heavier than her. Katniss runs his soft blonde hair through the water and places a dollop of shampoo in his hair, gently washing it. Peeta moans softly as her hands massage his aching scalp, whispers of 'thank yous' and 'you don't have to do this' echo through the room. Katniss shushes him and continues to work all over his body. She then helps him out of the tub and makes him sit on a stool as she dries his body with a towel. Peeta just smiles at her foolishly as he watches her work the salve over his stump. Katniss bends to kiss his eyes tenderly and pulls a shirt over his head. The boy protests against her actions, saying 'she's done more than enough' and ' he can do the rest himself' , she smiles and brings down her lips to his and says, "Baby, you just let me take care of you."

Katniss takes him back to bed and holds his head against her chest while softly brushing the soft curls off his forehead. He asks her to sing, and so she sings, lulling the scared boy to sleep.

Can we talk about Jayce Talis and how this man got 10x hotter after his life fell apart?

Like, look at bro

Arcane Jesus

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I hate how the Pouges just didn’t notice JJ wasn’t okay. Like that boy was downing bottle after bottle and no one—NOT EVEN HIS GF said anything to him. They were just mad at him, like that kid did not wanna be here anymore.

But I mean, if I found out my apparent step-dad that abused me my entire life wasn’t my real dad, my bio dad killed my mother, my grandfather, and was a bad person, my step-dad screwed me over and made me lose the house I paid so much for, and the court is doing nothing about it AND I got falsely accused for a murder my bio dad committed, on top of being homeless, I’D WANNA FUCKING DIE TOO.

Since TikTok wants to be an asshole (flag my post), enjoy.

Prayers (Sinner)

It’s funny.

Well, not really.

Theres nothing humorous about disgrace.

A fall from grace if you may.

A sinner.

I’m supposed to pray—

be thankful,

feel content with what the Lord has given me.

(I’m not.

I don’t pray.

I’m not a prayer.

I’m a sinner.)

Instead, I’m hateful and resent the curses—the wrong I’ve been ridden with,

The curses that have burrowed and brew in my skin.

The wrong that I can’t get rid of.

(I can’t cut them out.

I can’t cure them,

Because it’s apart of me.)

Embedded in my veins,

My skin,

My intestines,

And I just can’t seem to throw them up.

Intertwined so deeply into my soul they cannot be removed.

(I was born a “queer”

A “black sheep”

A “cross-dresser.”

My curses.

I’m a sinner.)

On my knees—

I beg and wail for forgiveness,

Trying to think of what I’ve did to deserve the body I’ve been shoved into.

What I’ve done to be cast as a “burden”

A “mistake”

A “Defect”

“Useless.”

(I’m a sinner.)

I’m forever hoping-

praying he’ll put me in a better body.

(Now I pray

I pray to undo

my mistakes,

To become a saint.

But none the less

I’m a sinner.)

One that does not sin

One that isn’t weak, no

One that’ll get me my place in front of the pearly gates

because in this body,

I’ll never be worthy.

Maybe God was not who crafted me, no

Twas’ Satan who did.

(I’m a sinner.)

I’m no child of God

Not by choice, no

I’m child of Satan,

“Broken, an enemy of God.”

He could never accept such disdain.

(I’m a sinner.)

“Thoughts and prayers.”

Condolences to a lost soul.

(A soul of which is mine.)

“God bless you.”

Isn’t enough to fix a bastard.

(I’m a child of sin,

Of sinners.

I’m a sinner.)

He says, “If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death.”

(I ought be to maimed

disowned—

dropped into the eternal flame

as though;

I am a sinner.)