haymitch carrying lou lou and hiding under a group of willow trees so the capitol can’t take her body right away, to years later, katniss singing the meadow song to a dying rue which starts with the line, “deep in the meadow, under the willow”
I fucking adore Jayce okay.
He's kind and caring. He doesn't use his size to intimidate folks even tho he's massive. He's quick to encourage, quick to seek and give comfort. He's so soft and sweet. Genuinely being loved by him would be a blessing.
He's also a big fucking nerd. He's terrified of letting those he loves down. He's earnest, sincere, and a bit naive. He has a bit of an ego and hero complex. He takes his responsibility seriously. He's smart, loyal, and hard working. Personally I find it hot as fuck he got those muscles from manual labor lol.
He's all those things, he's also fucking insane.
He's obsessive.
The reaction he had to Viktor coming out of the hexgoop was not in any way normal.
He was completely uncomfortablely chill with a fucking rock being embedded in his arm.
Pulled a 'babe this isn't you' with a literal god and it worked.
Insane
I fucking love him so much what a dork.
Jayce's Journal - A Hidden Entry
10/10 dad joke
i stg “are you sure you remember how to do that? because you used to force me to do it for you.” is how nat DEFINITELY wanted to finish that sentence to shauna when they were cutting up adam’s body
Nat's relationship with the Wilderness is so fascinating to me. She is clearly playing the role of the group's skeptic—she resists the rituals, challenges Lottie’s authority, and often positions herself as the rational voice amid rising hysteria. But underneath it all, she does believe in the Wilderness, perhaps even more deeply and purely than many of the others.
Nat's defiance and skepticism is a defense mechanism. No matter how much she denies it, even to herself, there is some part of Nat that knows the Wilderness is real. But unlike those who romanticize the idea of the Wilderness as a source of self-preservation, salvation, or hope, Natalie sees it for what it truly is: something wild, hungry, dangerous, and intimately tied to their worst impulses. Nat and Lottie possess a unique understanding of the Wilderness as something that lives inside of them all, rather than an external force. I think it's very possible Nat has felt it from the beginning, some darkness within all of them, and it terrifies her. Her resistance is a form of self-protection, a way to maintain some sense of autonomy in the face of something she instinctively knows could consume her. Rather than give herself over to it like the others, she fights it tooth and nail, perhaps knowing better than anyone what it is capable of.
Ending so devastating I had to draw a happy ending for her
This is how the scene went, right?
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
sorry if this is controversial but if you’re rude to cashiers i think you should. idk. Explode
they/them. free palestine. pfp is my ferret. not a bot, just lazy because i’m locked out of my old account :(
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