I am only pathetic when I want to be.

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what is a love story if not falling to your knees and pressing your shaking hands to his wound, as if the desperation of your heart could stem the blood pumping out of his; and what is a love story if not holding out a sticky-sweet handful of death to the greedy cameras; and what is a love story if not your one wish being to send her home, with all the reasons why hanging golden around your neck like a willingly-worn noose; and what is a love story if not hitching yourself to the puppet strings of politicians in a last ditch attempt to save each other across the miles; and what is a love story if not the ever- unspoken mantra “take my life: take it, take it, take it” — and what is a love story if not the burned and blistered realization that offering up your life is not enough, not quite, but that offering your lover’s life back to them might just be? so you plant her primroses in the ash, and you mend his mind with the thread of new memories, and it isn’t pretty, but it is a love story — because what else could it be?

and what is romance if not feeling your heart, bird-like, stop to listen to her song; and what is romance if not writing his name next to the image of a springtime blossom in the scrapbook of your secret sentiments; and what is romance if not seeking her out in the dark briar-tangle of her thoughts, if not holding her until she sleeps again; and what is romance if not catching a glimpse of the blue world sunk fathoms deep in his eyes and wanting to swim in it; and what is romance if not slipping a sea jewel from your fingers to hers, a tiny star she’ll keep in her pocket for as long as she is bereft of you; and what is romance if not remembering her favorite color; and what is romance if not remembering how he takes his tea; and what is romance if not the simple trust that when he says it will be okay, it will be; and what is romance if not five, ten, fifteen years of cradling a dream in the sanctuary of your hopes until both of you decide the world is safe enough for you to cradle that dream in your arms?

OH MY GOD the horror peeta mustve felt when his name was called out for the reaping and none of his brothers volunteered for him when just mere moments before he watched as katniss volunteered for her sister. none of his brothers chose to keep him alive DESPITE THE FACT THAT 1.) peeta’s older brother - the second mellark son - was old enough to volunteer at the games and 2.) he was stronger than peeta. according to katniss, he won first place in a school wrestling match. peeta came in second. MEANING THIS MELLARK BROTHER HAD HIGHER CHANCES OF WINNING THAN PEETA since physical strength is v important but no. he chose to let his brother go

AND THEN we find out that haymitch chose to keep katniss alive in the 74th hunger games and not peeta. even tho haymitch liked peeta more than katniss. smth similar happens in catching fire where they rescue katniss - AND SEVERAL OTHER TRIBUTES - which results in peeta getting captured by the capitol.

time and time again people have chosen to let peeta go. either because hes not as capable as the others or hes just. Not a priority.

then comes the end of mockingjay where katniss chooses peeta over gale. its an obvious choice of course, considering that gale accidentally got prim killed. BUT that doesnt change the fact that someone finally chose peeta. not as some backup option but as a permanent choice. katniss chose peeta and was determined to NOT let him go.

real ones know that true brothers don’t take your chance to go into a death arena with your crush away

god ur so right actually

Gale: She’ll choose who she chooses, right?

Peeta, fresh off being tortured, hijacked, and forced into his third consecutive Hunger Games:

a six year old idea that i’m still apparently into: au where it was the water tribe who attacked, katara and sokka still found aang in the iceberg 100 years later, but then, kind of tried to kill him. luckily aang escaped in time to team up with a pair of plucky young fire nation siblings who ought to have inherited the throne, you know, if the water tribe hadn’t laid waste to their country. mostly, i just like drawing katara in military gear, and enjoy thinking about the political intrigue of two ruling branches of the water tribe. 

Sorry if I frightened you mate, rock on! by Tomislav Jagnjic via ImaginaryBehemoths

one time this nondescript guy came into my dunkin donuts and ordered a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot, and for some reason that peculiar order stuck with me so much that when, seven months later, i saw him in the parking lot walking towards the door, i quickly made a small black coffee with blueberry flavor shot. he ordered it and i was already holding it. 

i would describe his demeanor that second time as “incredulous”

What the fuck who drinks that

it’s such a perfectly bonkers order because like, most unusual orders are maximalist and sugary but this one just combines the most basic drink with the most incongruous little add-on. it’s the order of a simple, regular man who has something wrong with him

That wonderful home cooking! #vintage #cottagecore #supertaster #aesthetic #momcore

What did I do to deserve a fate such as this.

girl it was already blazed....naught but embers

if the satanic panic was happening now a lot of you guys would be like “DNI if you don’t believe survivors of satanic ritual abuse at daycare”

have already been accused of being a fascist for making this post

I dare you to explain what "satanic panic" is supposed to symbolize here. Did you refrain from saying "red scare" or especially "war of drugs" cause you knew if you said that people would stop for a minute and consider before rebloging this nonsense post mindlessly? Or is this about survivor of violence or rape? Or just what tf is this about?

have you considered googling “satanic panic.” sometimes if you look up words you don’t know you can find out what they mean

Getting into DC/marvel is a fucking nightmare bc you look into a random character to check what they're about and it's like "they were horrifically tortured as a child. They hated their life so much they sold their soul to the devil. In one iteration they get cannibalized but it's fine that's not canon anymore. They're engaged"

And it's all about some fucker named Murder Piñata.

getting good at fighting games is like repeatedly hitting yourself in the penis with a wooden mallet until you can understand the speed and weight of the mallet. then you start hitting other people in the penis with the wooden mallet

i was talking to my friend last night and she was just luxuriating in her room wearing this plush leopard print robe but then her boyfriend came in to bring her orange slices and he was wearing an IDENTICAL leopard print robe i lost my fucking mind

Playing BOTW: I am in a vast wilderness! I am exploring nature! I am collecting apples! I am finding treasure!

Playing TOTK: I am in a vast wilderness! I am exploring nature! I am collecting - oh my god the trees are alive and trying to kill me! Who thought it was a good idea to give the floormaster steroids?! THE BASEMENT IS FUCKING HAUNTED!!!!!!