"twice the number of tributes, twice the glory"
The Hunger Games: Sunrise on the Reaping (2026) Official Teaser
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Stranger Things

oozey mess
noise dept.
Misplaced Lens Cap

Love Begins
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Origami Around
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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"twice the number of tributes, twice the glory"
The Hunger Games: Sunrise on the Reaping (2026) Official Teaser
Percy + Being Annabeth's friend
Okay. Put me down, Big Guy. Percy Jackson and the Olympians
𓍼 ❝ Roommate headcanons ❞ ― Jason Grace .ᐟ.ᐟ
11.11.25
masterlist | Jason Grace masterlist
summary: What's it like living with Jason Grace as a roommate? warning: there's a NSFW! section, m! masturbation, f! oral receiving, slight dry humping, PinV word count: 1.4k request
PERCY jackson headcanons ! 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚
just some percy headcanons; dating edition! 𑣲
- he loves taylor swift; when youre with him he makes you listen to his favs.
- whenever you two swim he somehow ALWAYS gets pieces seaweed stuck on his back, so you have to flick them off.
- he low(high)key sneaks into your cabin every night, because he swears “it’s too lonely” in his cabin. your siblings normally find him in your bed in the morning.
- most of your siblings “hate” him SOLELY because hes really annoying when hes chilling in your cabin, “[sibling name], can i take the last fruit punch you saved?”
- hes really cold.. like all the time?
- he LOVES sleeping together, he really likes the intimacy and closeness he feels when you share a bed.
- his mom loves you, she’s always asking about you whenever he iris messages her. (she thinks your made for him)
- if youre not a fan of water— well that fear is crushed a month into dating, he pulls you into the water with him forcing you to swim.
- he brings you a bag of blue cookies every summer!
- if you stay year round at camp, he tries to visit as much as possible since camp isn’t too far from where he lives🙏
- BUT if you don’t, AND you live farther away from him.. he begs his move to move closer to you.. (she thought about it once..)
- hes a sucker for you, literally would probably explode if you two broke up.
- he doesn’t like to bring you on quests, because he just doesn’t want anything to happen to you.. but sometimes he’ll let you tag along just for fun.
- he finds comfort in your arms rather quickly, from shouldering the weight of being “hero” on his back he loves being able to just fall into your arm and those weights just being lifted.
- tyson thinks your ethereal; genuinely he’ll praise percy just because he bagged you.
- underwater kisses— theyre crazy.
- percy really likes holding your hands, anytime and anywhere he’ll hold your hand.
- hes not big on PDA, a kiss here and there, a arm around the shoulder or holding your waist.
- your birthday.. oh my gosh this man will go ALL out, flowers, expensive jewelry— clothes, fancy dinners. literally anything you want he’ll get it.
- you two collect seashells on the shore, it’s a little thing you two do at beaches. you’ll be there for hours just looking for shells, collecting them or just showing each other.
lmk if you guys want more! xxx
i like that the hunger games are filled with angry women. we should all be more angry abt what’s happening in the world rn.
All the Effie/Haymitch moments in the original script of The Hunger Games. Which was co-written by Suzanne Collins.
It’s complicated 🔱
The Cat Chronicles: Volume II
Theodore Nott x f! Ravenclaw! reader
Summary: One time you *purposefully* steal Theo from your cat
Volume I
word count: 1.8k
Warnings: NSFW 18+ bad cat-themed euphemisms, fingering, p in v, raw, plot if you squint
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Theo's grin is unmistakable as he saunters into your dormitory, Gladys immediately springing into action and throwing herself at the boy. It had been like this for months, you were used to it by now. Rolling your eyes, you watch as Theo scoops up his black, fluffy shadow with a laugh, cooing softly at her and stroking her velvety fur.
"Hello there principessa. Did you miss me? Hmm?"
Gladys purrs in response, her whole body trembling with adoration as she blinks up at him with her big, yellow eyes.
It felt like it had been forever since you had last gotten a moment alone with your boyfriend. There always seemed to be something, or someone that stopped you from being able to steal Theo away for even a minute. So you couldn't help the bit of resentment that bubbled up in your stomach as your cat easily stole the show.
"She's been screeching and clawing at the door for hours," you reply haughtily, crossing your arms and forcing yourself to remember that being jealous of your cat was utterly ridiculous.
The heir of Slytherin has a life partner to match: a beautiful witch with a snake hypostasis.
Tom Riddle and Nagini.
💚 Art by: MOONAX
[ This is a commission art that I ordered from an artist ]
𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ☆*:・゚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; angst
Your daughter folds into you as if her body knows you are the only thing left standing between her and the world. Her fingers knot painfully into your shirt, clutching as though if she lets go, even for a second, you might disappear too. Her sobs are small and broken, pressed into your chest, damp and trembling.“Why hasn’t he woken up?” The question is soft. Confused. Trusting. And it splits you open. You stare at her face—at the shape of her mouth that mirrors his, at the eyes that will never stop looking for him—and something inside you caves. You swallow hard, because if you don’t speak, she’ll keep hoping. And if you do speak, everything ends.
“He’s not going to, sweetheart,” you say. Your voice barely survives the sentence. Each word trembles, fragile, as though it might shatter before it reaches her ears. Saying it aloud feels like betrayal. Like choosing a world where he is truly gone. The name carved into the stone isn’t his. It can’t be. That was the name he used when you ran away here. Theo lived. Theo laughed. Theo held your hand in the mornings and kissed your daughter’s hair and promised—promised—you were safe now. Your Theo didn’t die. He couldn’t have. He promised you a new beginning. You escaped the war. You crossed an ocean. You built something gentle with your bare hands. This was supposed to be the life that lasted.
You need him.
God, you need him.
You need him to take her when she cries at night, to murmur soft reassurances you don’t have the strength to say. You need him to stand between her and this pain, the way he always did. Her sobs fade into a dull ringing in your ears as your eyes lock onto the grave before you. The earth looks wrong—too new, too real. Then her voice shatters the silence. “I miss Daddy!” Your chest tightens painfully. You pull her closer, pressing your face into her hair, breathing her in like it might keep you standing. Tears slip free, hot and unstoppable. “I know, baby,” you whisper, broken. “I miss him too.”
She pushes against you, frantic. “Down! Down!” You hesitate, because once you let her go, you don’t know if you’ll survive watching what comes next. But you lower her anyway, your hands shaking as her feet touch the ground. “Daddy!” she cries, running toward the headstone. She throws herself against it, small arms wrapping around cold stone that gives her nothing back. Her fingers scrape over the engraved letters, desperate, searching. “Baby…” Your voice cracks. You take a step forward, tears spilling freely now. “Wake Daddy up!” she demands, her voice raw. The words steal the air from your lungs. You want to scream. You want to lie. You want to tear the ground apart with your hands and give her back the world she deserves. “I wish I could,” you whisper, so quietly it feels like a prayer meant for no one.
She drops to her knees, digging at the dirt with her bare hands, her sobs shaking her tiny body. “Daddy,” she begs, over and over, her tears soaking into the soil like apologies you’ll never be able to make. You collapse beside her, grabbing her hands. “Sofia—” your breath stutters, your vision blurring. “Please, stop.” “Daddy’s not waking up,” you say again, the words tasting like ash. “No!” she screams, shaking her head violently. “He’s just tired! He’s waking up!”
“I’m sorry,” you sob. The sound tears itself out of you. She fights you then—small fists hitting your chest, your face, pulling at your hair as if pain might fix this. You gather her into your arms, holding her even as your own body trembles, even as something inside you finally gives way. “I’m sorry,” you repeat, again and again, because it’s the only thing left in you. You carry her away as she reaches back, her hands clawing at the air, her cries ripping through the quiet. “Daddy! Wake up!”
And with every step, you leave a piece of yourself behind—because part of you is buried there too, under a name that isn’t his, in a future that will never come.
That night, that was the last time we were ever together like that. What if I hadn't fucked it up four years ago? What if I hadn't pushed her away like I always do? How many times would we have eaten dinner together just like this?
BELLY & CONRAD + kisses
"He was finally crying. I watched him silently. I felt like I was intruding on a private moment, one he'd never let me see if he weren't grieving. The old Conrad liked to be in control. The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current--first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go. I wondered if it was possible to take someone's pain away with a kiss. Because that was what I wanted to do, take all of his sadness and pour it out of him, comfort him, make the boy I knew come back. I reached out and touched the back of his neck. He jerked forward, the slightest motion, but I didn't take my hand away. I let it rest there, stroking the back of his hair, and then I cupped the back of his head, moved it toward me, and kissed him. Tentatively at first, and then he started kissing me back, and we were kissing each other. His lips were warm and needy. He needed me. My mind went pure, blinding white, and the only thought I had was, I'm kissing Conrad Fisher, and he's kissing me back. Susannah was dying, and I was kissing Conrad."
The Summer I Turned Pretty - Chapter 43
Belly, I have to tell you something. What?
THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY — 3.07 "Last Hurrah"