JoJoTheModern: Unspoken Rules of Tumblr #2:
So, I saw this today, and I thought it was an absolute crock of bull. If someone uses a gif from a show, then due credit should be given, that’s the whole point of tagging. I don’t care if this an “unspoken rule of Tumblr,” it’s damn near ridiculous get all hot and…
[[I know, more OOC crap, but I wanted to point out that I HATE when people have a gif and DON’T tag the character/actor/whatever it was from, because what if I want to see that movie/whatever now? This has happened a lot for me. I see a gif that makes me interested in whatever show it was from, so I try to find out what it is, but when people DON”T tag anything relating to the gif - I NEVER FIND OUT. It either never happens, or takes an immense amount of time and searching for it.
Plus, I may be LOOKING for David Tennant gifs. I don’t care what the post is about if I see a David gif I don’t have — all that matters is I found another gif!
So, please tag your gifs. ]]
Source: laurenhasmoved
[[OOC notice]]
Between NaNoWriMo, exams, and travels for the holiday, I am struggling to make a comeback. Just been brain dead recently. Now that PO is down and out (iwillnotrantaboutthis) I’m now reaching out to the rest of the previously-PO-RPers in an attempt to figure out what we do now? I have seen some others determinely keeping up their own RPs, which I’m happy about! I’m hoping I can get my attention back on Remmy and ya’ll and follow their lead.
But as for D5ers, specifically, who’s in for continuing? As I said, I will be trying to while juggling my responsibilities during the holidays and time without internet. Liz and I still have the Forum as a base we can all still work from.
I can’t tell you all when I will be more consistently active (I’m horrible with anything that has the word “consistent” in it) but who’s still kicking and willing, despite PO’s failure?
[[Finnick and Annie ALL OVER MY DASHBOARD! IT’S SO WONDERFUL! ]]
Starberry Cupcake: Hunger Games inspired eye make up #2
Remember this Hunger Games inspired eye make up I did? No? Well now you do!
I decided to give the Hunger Games make up another shot and created a Finnick/Annie inspired make up. I had to brighten up the pictures a bit because the light in my room isn’t helping at all.
Here’s how it looks
[[Excuse me while I cease studying to stare, mesmerized, at your eyelids. O_O
<3 ]]
(via jedishywalker)
Source: starberry-cupcake
[[OOC Update: I AM alive, and I DID get 50k (51k actually) for NaNoWriMo, but now my brain is preoccupied with exams. Hopefully be more active by next week!]]
[[ don’t mind my delay in posting more about the reapings, i’m desperately trying to catch up on my nanowrimo, and get my immune system working again. i’m working on it.]]
the eyeliner
BLESS YOU, GARY ROSS.
herp derp.
[[ :’D Though I think I’d rather him be clean-shaven. I think he’s look younger, and more Cinna-ish to me.
I’m also a teeny bit bugged by his voice, though there’s not much I can actually say since the clip was so short. But am I the only one who pictured (heard?) his voice more… light and airy? Almost Luna Lovegood-esque, but not quite to the same end. The voice of quiet strength and knowledge. A lighter voice because he doesn’t need his voice to show his opinions — only his designs.]]
(via senecacranesbeard4ever)
Source: peetasburntbread
Reaping Day
Mother Sparks woke me this morning with a tray of food. As I was eating, she told me that Alexia was bathing now, and it would be my turn next. I was still feeling pretty weak; so, she and Alexia helped me to the bathroom. My current weakness will be a definite liability if I get Reaped, I…
I tried not to think about the uselessness of people, my current lack of my father, the Reapings threatening my safety and my few friend’s safety, or how I would be screwed from the start of the Games were I to be picked. I couldn’t keep up with all the bitter emotions running through me, so I had to take a few moments to calm down and shove them all down. Mentally burying my emotions, I went back to business of cleaning my teeth and taking the next round of medication, though neither could rid the nasty taste from my mouth.
I rubbed at the space between my eyes, then smoothed my fingers back over my hair, as was my nervous tick. But my fingers only met skin and wraps. I yelped, feeling around the back of my head, finding the same. I glanced around, then picked up the fresh bowl to look at my reflection, finding my hair gone and replaced with a medical wrap. I turned to the other side of the bed, shuffling around for anything regarding my medical records or state. I scanned through the list of injuries they had me down for and treatment I recieved. I saw first and second degree burnsand anti-radiation treatment before my head protested enough for me to return the clip board. I must’ve been farther into the labs that I had thought. I tried not to think about what state my father must be in, if he was still alive. I stared down at my hands, thankful at least those had somehow gone mostly unhurt, if rather raw. My medical chemise white, but soft enough to not bother my skin too badly, though I realized they had left me without any other clothes, as the ones I wore during the accident must’ve been disposed off. Were they expecting me to show up to the Reapings like this?
I bit my lip, but kept my emotions back as there was a knock at my door. I glanced at it, waiting for whoever it was to enter, expecting another medic. But the door didn’t move, and I suddenly remembered what Phil had said before I went under.
“Liz?” My voice was still hoarse, and it pained a bit to talk, but it wasn’t enough to keep me completely silent. “Is that you? Come in!”
“Wait here,” I whispered to Phil as I edged the door open slightly.
I slipped through the opening, and I shut the door behind me. Remmy was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a white hospital gown. She was pale, and there were bandages wrapped around her head. She looked as weak as I felt. I walked across the room and sat down carefully next to her on the bed. I reached over and took her hand.
“Are you ok, Remmy?”
Though Liz moved with the careful motions of a tired girl still healing, she looked as beautiful as ever, clad in an emerald dress with her hair done up. I could see the pain in her eyes as she sat down next to me and grasped my hand. “Are you ok, Remmy?” I bit back tears, never fully prepared for such a question.
“Could always be worse,” I croaked. “How are you? Where you hit badly by the blast?” At this closer proximity, I could make out the details of her intricately braided hair and smiled at the care put into it. “You look beautiful.” My smile faltered into a grimace as I ran a hand over my bandages again. It finally fell into a frown as I whispered, “Dressed our best for slaughter. The Capitol always knows what they’re doing.”
Tears prick my eyes at the pain in Remmy’s voice, but I fight them back. Tears won’t do either of us any good right now.
“I’ve been better,” I respond. ”Right now, everything hurts. Even breathing.”
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I reply, blushing again. Her smile falters, and her voice drops to a whisper.
“Dressed our best for slaughter. The Capitol always knows what they’re doing,” she says with a grimace as she runs her hand over the bandages on her head.
“I know,” I whisper back, my expression echoing her own.
“The nurse said you were being released to attend the Reaping. I figured that no one would have thought to bring you any clothes; so, I brought you a dress and a matching scarf,” and I hand her the bag containing the clothes. I stand up, careful not to jostle her since I’m still not sure how badly she is hurt.
“I’ll wait outside while you change. Just call my name if you need help with anything. When you’re ready, we’ll go together,” I say, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.
Phil is leaning against the wall outside the door. I walk to his side, and slip my hand into his. I need the comfort of his touch right now. I am used to thinking of Remmy as strong, and it hurts to see her so wounded right now. Phil squeezes my hand gently, but he says nothing as we wait.
“I’ve been better. Right now, everything hurts. Even breathing.” Liz commented, and I laughed, though stopped short from the pain. “I understand that completely.” I replied softly.
Realizing my comment hadn’t been the best one at the expression on her face, I squeezed her hand, trying to smooth things over. “It’ll be okay though. We know what we’re doing too.”
I took the bag of clothes, staring down at it in surprise. I knew Liz was openly kind, and a wonderful friend at that, but I couldn’t help but be amazed at the simple act. It took specific thought on my behalf to even consider lending me clothes, and that Liz had took the time to do so left me speechless. I was simply not used to people being considerate anymore. I looked back up at Liz as she stood up carefully, and was immensely grateful for not having to go alone.
“Thanks,” I said hoarsely as she left.
It took me a moment to get my body to cooperate with me, my hands shaking in held in emotion. I thought about Tally, how I’d have to tell her our father was missing, though I bitterly thought it wouldn’t matter as much to her all the way in District 4. I don’t think she even remembered much of dad. But District 4’s Reapings would be happening as well, and I silently prayed for her safety. Miles a part or not, she may just be the only family I had left. Though I had a feeling that if one of us had to be picked for the Games, Tally would be the one who could really win.
I slipped shakily out of the bed and into the dress, grateful for the soft material and loose fit which was easy on my skin. As I changed, I saw the bruises and burn wraps on various parts scattered across my body. I ached, but the pain I knew I should be feeling was mercifully subdued. I wound the scarf around my head to hide the head wrappings.
Dressed, I took a composing breath, grabbed the things the medic had left me, and moved to the door. I was careful to stand up straight with my chin high, in as good posture as my body would allow. Liz and Phil were waiting outside, hand in hand, and I gave them a smile, but cast Liz a slightly bigger, knowing grin.
“I just need to sign out. Then we have a national event to get to.”
Remmy’s eyes flash to our linked hands, and then she gives me a knowing grin. I blush as I return her smile, and I know I’ll have some explaining to do later. Now, however, is not the time. We follow her to the desk, and wait as she signs out of the Medical Centre.
Together we walk out of the facility, and we begin making our way towards the Hub. I don’t know if its my injuries, or merely dread of what is coming, but I find my strength failing. I clutch at Phil for support, and I intercept a worried glance from Remmy.
“I’m ok,” I try to reassure them both. And, I know we have to keep going. Attendance is mandatory, and the consequences for not attending don’t even bear thinking about. I force my feet to keep moving forward.
Soon we encounter other groups of people all head for the same destination. The same solemn expression is on every face. Today, two of us will be chosen. The rest will go home in relief, but somewhere in District 5 tonight, two families will be grieving. I look at Remmy again, and I hope she is not chosen. This is her last year. If she makes it, she’ll be free from the Reaping. I think of Alexia, and I wish for her not be chosen either. I can’t bear the thought of losing my sister.
We reach the outskirts of the Hub, and I pause. Phil is beyond the eligible age. He can’t cross into the Candidate Area with Remmy and I.
“Phil, will you promise me something?” I whisper.
“Anything!” he whispers back.
“If…” I nearly choke on the words I am trying to say. “If I am chosen, promise me you’ll take care of my sisters? Don’t let them get taken to the Community Home, please?” I beg.
“I promise!” he says as he wraps his arms around me. I hang on to him for a moment before pulling away.
I grab for Remmy’s hand, and we make our way into the Candidates Area.
The walk to the Hub from the Medical Center isn’t a long one usually. But with both me and Liz still wounded and walking to our possible deaths, it took much longer. Several times I thought my legs would just give up and a few times I thought about curling up on the side of the road and letting a Peacekeeper come, yell at me, and drag me to square himself, if only to cause a little bit of trouble for the Capitol. At least trouble that wouldn’t end with my tongue getting cut out.
Liz appeared the same way, and had to clutch Phil to keep moving. I glanced at her, worried if she would be able to make it and stand up for the time it took for the “celebrations” to start. She claimed she was okay and kept moving, but a quick glance to Phil confirmed none of us truly were. We were simply gritting our teeth and forcing ourselves to continue.
The Hub was bustling, but not with the same amount of life as usual. Most of the citizens were sober and serious, and there was very little conversation for a crowd so big. I couldn’t afford to think about how the people around me were suffering in their own ways, so I diverted the thought process, and instead hoped that Tally was doing okay. District 4 citizens were more likely to volunteer for someone, but I knew that were Tally chosen, she’d be too stubborn to pass up the chance to prove herself or stick it to the Capitol, because the Games meant death anyway. I glanced at Liz, realizing her next oldest sister was eligible this year too, and desperately hoped she wouldn’t be picked. It would destroy Liz, more so than her own name being called. At this point, I wondered what could really destroy me anymore, and couldn’t decide if the lack of things was a good or horrible thing.
I was a few steps ahead when I realized Liz and Phil had paused before the Candidates Area. I realized Phil was beyond the eligible age, and thought at least that was something good for Liz. I kept my gaze on the raised, multi colored stage that people were huddling around, to give the two some privacy.
She grabs for my hand after their hushed conversation, and I return the hold, giving her a tight smile. We moved into the Candidates Area, being herded together by the Peacekeepers and separated from the rest of the crowd by ropes. I keep my eyes on the podium, cameras, giant screen, and bowl of names on the stage. At 18, this is my last year. But that also means I’m at higher risk of being picked, especially with the tesserae I took. My chest tightens as I remember dad’s explosion of protests when he found out I took another out this year.
I remain composed, ignoring the odd looks at my scarf and few hushed conversations. I wonder who, if anyone, notices the wrapped burns along my legs.
This year was my last eligible one, but the thought gave me very little comfort, as at that very moment, I still was eligible and it only took once.
I squeeze Liz’s hand to make sure she’s still with me, though I could find no words to fill our thick silence.
Source: po-lizrose
Reaping Day
Mother Sparks woke me this morning with a tray of food. As I was eating, she told me that Alexia was bathing now, and it would be my turn next. I was still feeling pretty weak; so, she and Alexia helped me to the bathroom. My current weakness will be a definite liability if I get Reaped, I…
I tried not to think about the uselessness of people, my current lack of my father, the Reapings threatening my safety and my few friend’s safety, or how I would be screwed from the start of the Games were I to be picked. I couldn’t keep up with all the bitter emotions running through me, so I had to take a few moments to calm down and shove them all down. Mentally burying my emotions, I went back to business of cleaning my teeth and taking the next round of medication, though neither could rid the nasty taste from my mouth.
I rubbed at the space between my eyes, then smoothed my fingers back over my hair, as was my nervous tick. But my fingers only met skin and wraps. I yelped, feeling around the back of my head, finding the same. I glanced around, then picked up the fresh bowl to look at my reflection, finding my hair gone and replaced with a medical wrap. I turned to the other side of the bed, shuffling around for anything regarding my medical records or state. I scanned through the list of injuries they had me down for and treatment I recieved. I saw first and second degree burnsand anti-radiation treatment before my head protested enough for me to return the clip board. I must’ve been farther into the labs that I had thought. I tried not to think about what state my father must be in, if he was still alive. I stared down at my hands, thankful at least those had somehow gone mostly unhurt, if rather raw. My medical chemise white, but soft enough to not bother my skin too badly, though I realized they had left me without any other clothes, as the ones I wore during the accident must’ve been disposed off. Were they expecting me to show up to the Reapings like this?
I bit my lip, but kept my emotions back as there was a knock at my door. I glanced at it, waiting for whoever it was to enter, expecting another medic. But the door didn’t move, and I suddenly remembered what Phil had said before I went under.
“Liz?” My voice was still hoarse, and it pained a bit to talk, but it wasn’t enough to keep me completely silent. “Is that you? Come in!”
“Wait here,” I whispered to Phil as I edged the door open slightly.
I slipped through the opening, and I shut the door behind me. Remmy was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a white hospital gown. She was pale, and there were bandages wrapped around her head. She looked as weak as I felt. I walked across the room and sat down carefully next to her on the bed. I reached over and took her hand.
“Are you ok, Remmy?”
Though Liz moved with the careful motions of a tired girl still healing, she looked as beautiful as ever, clad in an emerald dress with her hair done up. I could see the pain in her eyes as she sat down next to me and grasped my hand. “Are you ok, Remmy?” I bit back tears, never fully prepared for such a question.
“Could always be worse,” I croaked. “How are you? Where you hit badly by the blast?” At this closer proximity, I could make out the details of her intricately braided hair and smiled at the care put into it. “You look beautiful.” My smile faltered into a grimace as I ran a hand over my bandages again. It finally fell into a frown as I whispered, “Dressed our best for slaughter. The Capitol always knows what they’re doing.”
Tears prick my eyes at the pain in Remmy’s voice, but I fight them back. Tears won’t do either of us any good right now.
“I’ve been better,” I respond. ”Right now, everything hurts. Even breathing.”
“You look beautiful.”
“Thanks,” I reply, blushing again. Her smile falters, and her voice drops to a whisper.
“Dressed our best for slaughter. The Capitol always knows what they’re doing,” she says with a grimace as she runs her hand over the bandages on her head.
“I know,” I whisper back, my expression echoing her own.
“The nurse said you were being released to attend the Reaping. I figured that no one would have thought to bring you any clothes; so, I brought you a dress and a matching scarf,” and I hand her the bag containing the clothes. I stand up, careful not to jostle her since I’m still not sure how badly she is hurt.
“I’ll wait outside while you change. Just call my name if you need help with anything. When you’re ready, we’ll go together,” I say, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before slipping out the door.
Phil is leaning against the wall outside the door. I walk to his side, and slip my hand into his. I need the comfort of his touch right now. I am used to thinking of Remmy as strong, and it hurts to see her so wounded right now. Phil squeezes my hand gently, but he says nothing as we wait.
“I’ve been better. Right now, everything hurts. Even breathing.” Liz commented, and I laughed, though stopped short from the pain. “I understand that completely.” I replied softly.
Realizing my comment hadn’t been the best one at the expression on her face, I squeezed her hand, trying to smooth things over. “It’ll be okay though. We know what we’re doing too.”
I took the bag of clothes, staring down at it in surprise. I knew Liz was openly kind, and a wonderful friend at that, but I couldn’t help but be amazed at the simple act. It took specific thought on my behalf to even consider lending me clothes, and that Liz had took the time to do so left me speechless. I was simply not used to people being considerate anymore. I looked back up at Liz as she stood up carefully, and was immensely grateful for not having to go alone.
“Thanks,” I said hoarsely as she left.
It took me a moment to get my body to cooperate with me, my hands shaking in held in emotion. I thought about Tally, how I’d have to tell her our father was missing, though I bitterly thought it wouldn’t matter as much to her all the way in District 4. I don’t think she even remembered much of dad. But District 4’s Reapings would be happening as well, and I silently prayed for her safety. Miles a part or not, she may just be the only family I had left. Though I had a feeling that if one of us had to be picked for the Games, Tally would be the one who could really win.
I slipped shakily out of the bed and into the dress, grateful for the soft material and loose fit which was easy on my skin. As I changed, I saw the bruises and burn wraps on various parts scattered across my body. I ached, but the pain I knew I should be feeling was mercifully subdued. I wound the scarf around my head to hide the head wrappings.
Dressed, I took a composing breath, grabbed the things the medic had left me, and moved to the door. I was careful to stand up straight with my chin high, in as good posture as my body would allow. Liz and Phil were waiting outside, hand in hand, and I gave them a smile, but cast Liz a slightly bigger, knowing grin.
“I just need to sign out. Then we have a national event to get to.”
Source: po-lizrose
