#resisteence

[notxena]

like. these r your andalite bandits, visser???

[redxwail]

@resisteence· / &· Jake · * ♡

❝ Today, — ❞ she said, calm and clear like this was any other day, ❝ — I went to the farmer’s market, smiled at a toddler, and bought a loaf of sourdough that I absolutely plan to eat like a functioning person. ❞

A pause. A breath. Barely perceptible tension behind her eyes.

❝ Then I lit a candle and did yoga. No weird, creepy, unexplainable things happened. Nothing flickered, nothing hummed, nothing tried to interface with my brain. And I absolutely did not watch a lizard turn into a boy. Nope. Totally normal Tuesday. ❞

She didn’t blink either. Her tone didn’t shift. Not even a twitch to suggest she was joking.

Farmer’s market. Candle. Yoga.

❝ If anybody asks, I didn’t see anything, I don’t know anything. ❞

And she’s absolutely planning to ask what the hell she just witnessed — eventually. Once her brain finishes buffering and her skin stops crawling. But for now? She’s nodding along with the boy like any of this makes sense.

[tridentide]

@resisteence sent in : ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ( catatonic! )

jake gets like this, sometimes. especially when they've been bought together. it should be no surprise to the two twenty year olds that eventually, this would happen -- and more often, too. what did mags and esra say ? leave him alone. let jake battle his demons. mags gives him food, sometimes, or at least leaves it there. but when finnick slowly enters jake's room in the tribute center, the meal mags had placed out hours ago was untouched.

finnick would take it upon himself, then, to see to him. he'd already ordered the avox to start a bath. something lukewarm, to not shock the system. now it was just about getting him there.

he approaches jake carefully, turning on the bedside table lamp as he goes, though he knows the other victor is not going to move anytime soon. he talks to him. jake would do the same, if the roles were reversed. " i had an avox start a bath for you. come on. it'll help. " at least, he hopes it will. finnick tugs jake up, who doesn't make much of a sound, and pulls him along to his private ensuite bathroom. and then, jake stands there while finnick gently undresses him. he's careful not to look, as best as he can.

it doesn't matter. they've seen each other in every state imaginable.

still, privacy is something he himself takes seriously, so why wouldn't jake ? he moves him to the water, settles him down underneath opaque suds and warm soap. " see ? better. " finnick isn't sure if jake wants him to stay, but he settles on the edge of the bathtub, just in case.

[drkroots]

@resisteence said: "I'd believe you, you know. If you told me." @ Sebastian

          ways to talk about it

               This whole friendship thing was new to Sebastian. To be around someone that wasn't meticulously hand-picked by his father. To be around someone that could actually care about him as an individual and not have some ulterior motive? Such a mind boggling concept for the sheltered boy who was totally oblivious to the wings he was able to spread.

Not really knowing where to put hands, he was quick to lean against his yellow truck and use his elbow to prop himself up, holding onto the sleeves of his slightly too big Air Force jacket to keep bruised arms hidden.

"It's fine. Totally whatever." Translation: This sort of thing had been happening long enough as it was, so why would he try and do anything about it now?

[notxena]

                     our  fearless  leader      [  …  ]      @resisteence

i wasn't annoyed at all. not one bit.     YEAH, THAT'S TYPICAL JAKE. modest and true and brave and bold. a modern clark kent if he got some hair dye and no glasses - those girls really can't see past that? she wonders if clark would be able to handle half of what they do on a daily basis. the ends of her mouth twitch, a flinch of a smile on her face gone faster than it was there to begin with. if rachel was a raging volcano, leaving nothing but ash and destruction in her wake, jake is the calming sea. the thing sailors look for in the midst of a storm, the lighthouse in the storm of their fighting. she's tired. their group .. they've been through a lot together. sometimes, she forgets to be a person and not a warrior. the lines blur together that she loses herself within it.  and it's sweet, sometimes, he much he seems to care about others – it's not that rachel doesn't. but ever one track - minded, and the collateral damage of others is not usually on the forefront of her mind most of the time. she kicks a rock as they walk, nails digging into the palms of her hands where they rest in her hoodie pocket.  they're two off - kilter patterns in the same room. “right,” she's scoffs at him, her head shaking, blonde strands falling into her line of vision. 

“you don't have to be – ” nice? that's the word she's looking for, but it sounds silly. rachel isn't a mean girl. not entirely unintentionally, sometimes, maybe, she thinks.  a thick swallow, the night air making her feel like she's going to choke on words. “like that. i'm not tobias or whoever.” it's not meant to be a dig — something to show jake that she can tell it to her straight, entirely laid out floor plans of that room to get the same end - result. he tells her to jump, she'll give him a quip and maybe even a few fighting words, but she'll do it anyway. she'll do it because it's jake. the boulders on his shoulders are heavier than hers. she can't imagine, the deep rooted aspects of a leader are better on him than her, but it doesn't make the guilt she feels go away. maybe he knows this - she's not the wordy type, not when her stomach feels weird and she wants to kind of crawl into bed. and she feels entirely annoyed, as if she's doing something wrong by reaching out. “like that. you can be annoyed, if you want to. not gonna fault you for that.” he's human, too. 

[teveharrington]

a closed starter for @resisteence.

steve  didn't  take  NOTES.  he  passed  them  to  cute  girls  who  stole  glances  at  him  from  behind  their  hair.  he  stared  blankly  at  the  board  until  holographic  shapes  started  dancing  in  front  of  his  eyesight.  at  most,  he  doodled!  so  when  harrington  opened  his  textbook  to  the  corresponding  page,  cracked  the  spin  of  his  binder  and  smoothed  his  hand  over  the  fresh  sheet  of  paper  and  took  notes  that  day,  he  got  more  than  a  few  looks.  not  his  usual  admiring  or  jealous  kind  either.  something  must've  been  WRONG  with  harrington  if  he  was  actually  paying  attention  in  class.  it  wasn't  like  it  was  a  damaging  blow  to  his  reputation  or  anything.  someone  started  whispering  that  he  must've  been  trying  to  impress  some  girl  with  his  aptitude  for  learning.  it  didn't  take  that  long  for  everyone  to  turn  their  heads  away  and  carry  on  as  usual. 

steve  wasn't  stupid,  though.  he  didn't  push  his  luck  by  raising  his  hand  if  he  didn't  quite  understand  a  section,  or  if  he  was  behind  a  couple  of  sentences  while  trying  to  keep  up  with  the  teacher.  that  would  be  social  suicide.  craning  his  neck,  he  peaked  onto  the  pages  of  the  other  class  nerds  and  related  through  morse  code  by  tapping  his  page  what  parts  he  missed.  they'd  hesitate  but  ultimately  raise  their  binders  for  him  to  get  a  quick  look.  it  wasn't  like  this  was  a  test  or  anything,  so  what  was  the  harm  in  letting  him  copy?  steve  had  to  admit,  it  made  the  class  go  by  a  lot  faster  than  goofing  around  all  period.  when  the  bell  rang,  he  filed  into  the  hall  with  the  masses  and  ran  SMACK  into  jake's  chest.  ❝  hey,  man!  i  was  about  to  send  out  the  search  party.  got  your  notes  from  class,  ❞  he  pressed  the  notebook  towards  the  other  guy.  ❝  can't  having  you  miss  out  before  the  BIG  TEST  on  friday.  it  should  be  outlawed  to  examine  us  right  before  the  weekend,  but  whatever,  right?  i  don't  make  the  rules.  ❞

while  he  rambled,  his  brown  eyes  delivered  a  once  over.  rumors  were  an  epidemic  in  a  small  town.  high  school  was  a  million  times  worse.  most  of  their  classmates  and  some  of  the  teachers  had  given  up  on  jake  pulling  through.  talk  of  him  disappearing  all  the  time,  hanging  out  with  the  wrong  element…  kid  was  hopeless.  usually,  steve  didn't  pay  attention  to  all  that  garbage  until  he  knew  the  facts.  he  saw  everyday  just  how  harmful  word  of  mouth  could  be  on  a  person.  it  would've  been  lame  to  corner  jake  and  demand  to  know  the  TRUTH,  so  he  figured  he'd  help  him  out  by  keeping  up  with  classwork.  it  was  the  least  he  could  do,  and  he  wasn't  using  that  time  for  himself,  anyway.  academically  speaking.  steve  could  flirt  with  his  desk  neighbors  some  other  time. 

[militeence]

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

FROM THE MEME TAG [always accepting]

Humans were squishy emotional messes. His time on Earth had shown him that humans would basically pack bond with anything-- an indication of their social nature. But the bond wasn't simply like family-- no no it went far beyond that. It was a tether deeper than anything he'd ever experienced back on Andalar.

Yes-- he loved his brother, but he also saw little of him outside of his visits back home. His parents were rooted in tradition and wanted nothing to do with him unless he restored the family's honor by getting revenge on his brother's killer. Bloodshed begetting more bloodshed.

But his human friends-- they had shown him a level of compassion, patience, and understanding he'd never imagined. Ax had even found he enjoyed being around humans as a human. Unbeknownst to him, his own brother had also fallen in love with the planet, hence why he had given his life to protect it.

Ax had long believed the Andalite Empire was worth dying for-- nowadays that honor belonged to his friends--- his comrades.

So when he was injured in a fight-- they cared. Cassie had already seen to his wounds to be best of her ability. She had an unusual knack for the medical field. Had she been an andalite, she would've made an excellent doctor.

Everyone had taken turns checking in on him through the weekend as he recovered-- Tobias had only left his side to hunt. At the moment the hawk was flying above, making certain Jake hadn't been followed.

<It is my fault, Prince Jake. I allowed myself to become distracted in battle.> Ax was harsh on himself, as always. He was his own biggest critic. <Please do not lose sleep over my injuries. I will be alright.>

His stalk eyes looked away while his main eyes remained on Jake-- he was settled in a "corner" of his circular scoop-- comfortable pillows and bedding had been meticulously adjusted by his last visitor. He was supported and hydrated-- simply dealing with the pain of the cuts on his flank, and his own bruised ego.

<I will be thankful when I can morph again. Is everyone alright? Have there been any movements I should be concerned about?>