One of my favorite moments of ONO: Harry getting the whole crowd to scream and shout “respect your mother!” back at him like the fabulous queer icon he is! So so joyful. Can’t wait for this part on tour.
Omg can tumblr get the fucking K-Pop Demon Hunters OFF MY FUCKING DASH!!!! I HATE THAT MOVIE AND I DONT WANNA SEE NO ART OF IT BELIEVE IT OR NOT!! I also dgaf about Taylor Swift tbh, I’m not a fan of majority of her music and I couldn’t care any less about her new album, like if a good amount of people I follow on here and YouTube didn’t talk about it and it wasn’t all over the radio every fucking time I get in the car then I would HAPPILY go the rest of my life only consuming T-Swizzle content when I listen to the few songs of hers I actually like. I’m not kidding when I say I only have 3 of her songs liked in my Spotify (one of which I only have because its in my Greek Mythology Playlist as a homage to Apollo and Artemis)
JayTim week progress report, where you can plainly see which fic I really hyperfixated on writing since Easter
Ironically despite being the lowest word count Green is the day I came up with first and Red is the day I plotted out second last, and you could argue last anyway because Yellow is based off a whole other week.
As a little treat, and to give myself some extra motivation, I've included a snipet from my free day under the cut which is going to be the opening point of the Hunger Games AU I inevitably write.
From his limited contact with Capitol citizens, it seemed to be a habit many of them had adopted, speaking for the sake of speaking, not so much to avoid an awkward silence but to remind others of their importance, emphasising their accent. It was nothing like engaging them in genuine conversation, and Lavinia was one of the worst at it.
The few times he’d listened in on her conversations with his mentors, her tone would shift, start to loosen and then she’d catch herself, and the affect would return. He’d stopped engaging in more than brief exchanges following the games, leaving her plenty of air to share her thoughts on his every action.
Jason knew he couldn’t pretend all of her advice had been useless; she’d been an escort for 30 years and this was her fifth Victory Tour. She knew the right things to say when he let his nerves show. She also knew the right buttons to push to get on his nerves.
Seemingly treating him as a thing rather than a person, his mentors hadn’t been much of an improvement since he’d ‘recovered’ from his injuries; he’d sworn he’d overheard Reed call him a mutt on their first night on the train. “Shouldn’t Sable be here?” Jason mumbled as he flipped through the cards, trying to ignore the way his stomach churned when he read Aggie’s name.
“She’s resting, enjoyed a few too many libations with Seven’s victors, luckily Janet Drake will happily guide you through today’s ceremonies.” Astrid said as she entered the carriage, the stylist holding out her selection for him to wear.
He’d heard of her before, always held up alongside Bruce Wayne as the consummate Victor, although he wasn’t sure it meant much any time he’d seen Bruce or heard him speak he’d thought the man had a stick up his ass. “What’s she like, because none of you prepared me for Dick.”
“Oh, she’s absolutely darling, although you might not be to her taste. You’re not much older than her son, charming boy, not everyone remembers, but he was born in the Capitol.” Jason tried to ignore the insult, of course, she favoured her first Victor, and if Janet was a favourite, it only confirmed what Astrid had alluded to.
That the original distaste for him had only grown in the six months since the games. If it meant they left him alone, he wouldn’t complain. “I remember the night he was born, my father had made a hefty bet on the date, the winnings paid for my schooling,” Astrid giggled, gesturing for him to stand.
Jason had always known there was gambling on the Games, that some went as far as sponsoring on those that they bet on, however betting on a Victor giving birth just seemed a step too far even for the Capitol. Although the way Astrid and Lavinia kept chatting it seemed to be perfectly normal in their eyes.
