#the applause

[clubxcspas]

Omg hi Molly

[rooolt]

Missing drawfee stream soundboard era, it was so funny

[ashmarie1687]

*insert applause here*

[lightgamble]

Gotham | 4.19

We made you. Both of you.

[moltobenebananas]

EXCELLENT INTRO to the BAFTAs 2024! (too meta? Mmhh) A kilt you say? Nahh, that's not what I was looking out for. Is it? Mmmhh. Script 60/40, not bad so far :) Brilliant delivery David <3 Feel free to drop your comments here!

[decalexas]

THAT DRAG

[caroleyre]

Task eleven | the applause

”You have ten minutes to present your chosen skill.” The words sounded plastic as he entered the room, first out of twenty-four. Lucius was the one to open that year’s meeting with the gamemakers of the tributes. Counting in his mind to keep it organized and not turn red of nervousness - something he rarely ever experienced - he stepped in on the marble floor, looking up to meet their gaze. He was opening their year. Regardless of what was coming after him, there would be no other tribute they’ll pay as much attention as they were paying to him. It was an honor, and at the same time, his right hand felt heavy of emotion. Of course, it was slightly numb also because of the dagger Amphora accidentally threw into his hand as he was, for once in his life, trying to be nice to another person, and of course, they didn’t need more than an hour to fix everything but the hand’s stability. The District One male felt unsure, in spite of the thought rolling again and again on his mind: the uncertainty was only in his head. The hand was in perfect state. 

With a pale grin, after what it seemed like forever, but was only a couple of seconds, the blond spoke, clearly and without opinion, in his usual indifferent voice. “Lucius Shellac. District One.” He wondered what to do in ten minutes. It did sound like an awfully long time, but the thought vanished from his head as soon as he touched a push dagger - the first weapon he learned to wield as well as the first weapon he saw in that moment. And it was enough. There were at least fifty of them in there, placed carefully as if for him. Lucius took two, with the initial intention of striking the middle twice - once to show that he can, the second time to show that it wasn’t a coincidence. He didn’t need to be arrogant about it or show off. Two clean, beautiful, perfect hits were all he needed.

The small, curved handle of the first dagger sank into his skin comfortably, and he suddenly felt like home. Before he knew it, the weapon was in the air and there was no stopping it even as it was still in air, and he just then realized that his hand shook just before he let go of it. It missed the center and got stuck somewhere in the third smallest ring. Disappointed gasps - almost spiteful in a way - filled the room, but he wasn’t going to let himself have poor results in the only thing he could do well. Clearing his throat, he picked a handful of daggers and threw them, one by one, with a precision that ignored the shadow of a wound in his palm. He wasn’t going to make a fool out of himself and his trainer - the only person who he was ashamed to let down by dying in the arena. Three minutes later, the target was spelling an X in a circle made of dagger ends, methodically made so the center of the letter would also be the center of the board and his last throw. It wasn’t ideal, but he managed to do it well, in perfect straight lines, and respectively a round circle, and it was all that mattered. It was what he trained all his life to prove. 

Filled with adrenaline, he didn’t even look at them to see a reaction and only bowed, sticking the last dagger in his hand in the floor as a period. He was finally done. This way, Lucius left the room five minutes and a half after entering.

[gammareader]

That moment you realize one of your posts actually made it to 500+ notes

Oh sweet Jesus... I'm famous