#flotsam; queue

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦.ᐟ list (‎5) songs you associate with your muse.

Blue October - Into the Ocean (where i got Flotsam from<3)

I keep looking each direction, for a spotlight give me something. I need something for protection. Maybe flotsam junk will do just fine. The jetsam sunk, I'm left behind. I'm treading for my life, believe me. How can I keep up this breathing?

Tame Impala - Yes I'm Changing

Yes, I'm changing, can't stop it now. And even if I wanted I wouldn't know how. Another verison of myself I think I've found at last. And I can't always hide away, curse indulgence and despise the fame. There is a world out there and it's calling my name.

Addison Rae - Fame is a Gun

Fame is a gun, and I point it blind. Crash and burn, girl, baby, swallow it dry. You've got a front row seat, and I got the taste of the glarmorous life.

Mac Miller - Thoughts from a Balcony (i picture him being a big Mac Miller fan)

Said I'll make it big when everybody know me. Well, I made it big and everybody phony. So could you pour me? I need a cup. No, none of that liqour stuff, mixin' purple stuff. I could talk my pain, but it would hurt too much. Go 'head just me, hate cost money but this love free.

Noah Kahan - Porch Light

Would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we're too slow moving. We trust everyone we meet. Two bodies riddled with scars from our preteens. Intertwine in a car's dirty back seat.

tagging @lycancursed @mischieflawed @spitecarved @jessiebites

stolen from myself @bloodpsalm

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Why did you change finnick’s fc?

Mainly the lack of content from the original FC that meshed with the vibes and aesthetic I wanted to give Finnick.

Nothing against the actor that plays him but I also pictured Finnick more... like sufer boy vibes when reading the book.

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❛ He got secrets. He don't give good answers to questions, sits on the truth like it's his chair or somethin'. ❜

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE) accepting

Finnick looked over his shoulder as she talked, his eyes landing on Haymitch who seemed to be half in his own world and half at the bottom of a bottle. There was no mystery in the way the man carried himself now. Haymitch looked like yet another Victor that had won the Games but was still paying in other ways for them.

He turned back to Effie, his brow pulling tight as he exhaled through his nose. “My parents told me about his Games,” he started with a lack of empathy in his tone. “I know what he during the Games, how he won. And like everyone before and after him, we all have secrets.” Finnick shrug, trying to pull of being casually indifferent but every sight of Haymitch was a reminder of what he could be if he let himself fall down that path too.

"He isn't anything more than a drunk old man with a death wish, speaking in riddles becaues all the drinking has fried his brain." There was a soft scoff out of him as he rolled his eyes to catch another peak at the District 12 Victor. "It's pathetic," Finnick's voice was softer with that, but his face remained indifferent."

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❛ We’re a team. Aren’t we? ❜

CATCHING FIRE (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS accepting

Finnick’s tongue pressed into the inside of his cheek as his eyes flicked over Bob’s face like he was trying to read past the words, past the intent, down to the part that would matter when things inevitably went wrong. Because they always did. And Victors didn’t win by trusting each other. Every Victor started out with some kind of alliance and eventually turned against it to save their own skin... What makes this any different?"

His jaw tightened and eyes shut befily as his mind started to spiral, a hand ran through his hair, fingers catching and tugging on it before he released a sigh that was between frustration and reluctant acceptance.

“Yeah,” he said through gritted teeth agreed, “We’re a team.”

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Reveal the Greek God Within Your Psyche

Zeus ⚡️

You are Zeus. ⛈️ King is not a title you wear — it is the force you emanate. Your presence arrives before your body does. Atmosphere bends. Attention gathers. Order forms. You decide, and the world reorganizes around that decision. Doubt does not root easily in you. Once your will moves, it does not retreat. Others look to you in moments of uncertainty because you carry something rare: the instinct to command direction when none exists. You are not merely influential — you are structuring. You impose shape onto chaos. Your voice does not ask. It declares. Even when flawed, your conviction is powerful enough to be followed. At your highest expression, you are a living axis — law, order, and destiny converging through a single will. •Shadow: the storm can become absolute. Authority can harden into domination when control replaces vision. •Power: you do not seek permission to lead. You embody inevitability.

tagging @lycancursed @mischieflawed @herelifeisbeautiful @qverdia

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❛ Why is your heart beatin' so fast? ❜

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS accepting

"Why are you listening so closely?" The question was returned as Finnick did his best to sound nonchalant about it.

But the truth was that he didn’t have an answer. Not one he wanted to give, anyway. His heart was indeed racing faster than a black marlin swimming through open water, because there was something about Lucien that set every atom in him on edge.

Fight or flight, teeth or throat, run or smile.

Finnick, however, has gotten really good at making panic look like charm, so he let the corner of his mouth turn up as if he were amused by it.

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❛ There are stories out there that need to be told. ❜

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS accepting

New victors were always so hopeful. Always so sure they could change the world by doing something good, by 'sharing stories that needed to be told'. The Capitol never has cared about the truth unless they could dress it up to make themselves look better, sell it to their citizens, and turn it into another kind of late night TV show. Each new victor from the... less fortunate districts... always came out of the arena with blood still drying under their fingernails and a new mission for their lives.

Finnick openly soffed at her, his head shaking with clear disapproval and annoyance. “What is it with you and District Twelve always thinking like that?” he asked, looking at her, trying to figure out whether she was brave, naive, or just stupid enough not to know the difference. “No one is going to care. No one is going to listen. All you’re doing is putting a bigger target on your back.”

His mouth twisted slightly, the conditioned mindset spilling out of him before he could stop it. “Hell, I’m surprised your father didn’t get District Twelve blown to pieces after the things he pulled in his Games."