Shipping Is Such A Multilayered Thing Too.

which was more culturally significant? the renaissance or jacaerys breaking down in rhaenyras arms after learning of lucerys death in house of the dragon?

Daphne, kicking down the door to Simon's study: bAbe you will not believe the tea I have for you—

daphne ‘picking up the vibes’ basset bonus:

i’m so normal about this

Let me just leave this here

IMAGINE THO:

Random person: what song are you listening to?

You: anxious monk

Who are naming these songs??? 😭😭

LMAOO I FORGOT I USE TO SHIP DIEGO AND DORA😩😩😩😩 SIS I–

Lemme tell u guys a story

In my freshman year, my great grandma passed away. She never threw out or sold anything worth keeping if she could help it, having grown up in the Depression, so when she passed, my grandma suddenly inherited a lifetime’s worth of treasured items. She distributed most of them to her kids and grandkids, saved some sentimental items, and donated most of the clothing and trinkets to charity. I got back the stuffed leopard I’d given great-grandma in the hospital; the fur was still as soft as it’d been when I bought it. One of the biggest things she had to sort through was jewelry. For a year after my great-grandma died, my grandma was setting out organized rows of costume jewelry on basement tables and chivvying her granddaughters to take what they wanted.

And then, after all the choosing, she snuck me into her room while my cousins picked through wristwatches. On her bed were two small jewelry boxes: an old wooden one, and a cushioned one in white pleather.

“I brought you in here because if I gave these to your cousins, they’d sell it. I don’t want these sold. Do you understand?”

I understood.

This is the story of the biggest lie my grandma ever told her mom.

Great-grandma’s birthstone was garnet, and she loved the look of the stones, but could never justify paying for some. Her husband worked constantly, and so did she, and new clothes for the kids was more important than jewelry at the time. When my grandma was 16, she saved her first paychecks to buy her mom a garnet ring for Mother’s Day; that’s what was in the wooden box. The original receipt, handwritten, was crammed into the lid. Great-grandpa saw that ring and teared up; he’d always wanted to get his wife something nice like that, but hadn’t ever had enough money for it. Determined, he vowed to change that. He set aside money for years, slowly, hiding it away in a box in the attic, vowing to buy his wife something she could always wear with her ring.

Time passed, and inflation happened, and he slowly squirreled money away in the hopes that jewelry might get cheaper again sometime. Time passed again, and age had little mercy on him. He got older, typed up a note, and placed in in the box, describing what the money was for; he knew his time was near. Under no circumstances was the money to be spent on anything other than giving his wife a nice gift. The letter read, “One day, my dear Ruth, you’ll have garnet earrings to match that ring.” It’s what great-grandma had always mourned missing; she had such a nice ring, and no good earrings to go with it.

Well, men don’t live forever, and when great-grandpa passed away, my grandma cleaned out her mom’s attic as she prepared to move somewhere smaller. Going through boxes of polaroids and paper clips, she stumbled on the box of earrings money, note and all. She stashed it with her coat, and after that day of cleaning, went to the jeweler before her mom could try and spend the money on something too sensible. She came back with the white pleather box; sure enough, still nestled inside that box were two clip-on garnet earrings.

”Mom never got her ears pierced, you know. That’s why it took so long to find a good pair.”

Once she’d gotten the earrings, grandma presented them to her mom, along with the note. The paper was obviously old and warped by moisture, but it was legible. My great grandma cried happy tears and treasured those earrings more than any other jewelry; the last gift her husband could give her. Decades after the fact, I’d seen her wear them to Christmas parties and worry over them, checking that they stayed on her earlobes.

There was never any note from great-grandpa. Never any box. Never any earring money. My great-grandpa had spent his saved money keeping himself and his wife confortable throughout retirement. To set aside hundreds of dollars, even a bit at a time, for garnet earrings, was never a thought that crossed his mind. My grandma had seen her mom, exhausted, wracked with grief, and lied through her teeth about where she’d gotten the money for those earrings. She faked the note and everything, making sure her mom wouldn’t wonder where the money came from, and never winced at the pinch in her own pockets. And she never told a soul, not even my mom, until great-grandma was safely and thoroughly buried herself.

Mr. Nam and Seo Mi Ri are Chayenzo's kids and no you can't tell me otherwise

Neighbor!Finnick Odair who walks to and from school with you, eats lunch with you, and hangs out at your house, because he knows he's the only friend you have.

Best Friend!Finnick Odair who isn't seen in public without being glued to your side; the two of you doing any and everything together. One without the other never being an option.

Your Crush!Finnick Odair who's heartbroken at the sight before him; Your tear stained face and iron grip on him as you openly sob into his arms, begging and pleading for him to try and win the games he was reaped for. Crying that it isn't fair and you don't know what you would do without him. Forcing him to promise you he'll try his best and come back to you in one piece.

Tribute!Finnick Odair who's head echos day and night of your pained sobs; the thought of you crying and isolating in your room alone until the games are over because he knows you don't want to accept his fate. Mind foggy and all focus being driven on one goal. Coming back to you.

Victor!Finnick Odair who is the first person to knock on your bedroom door in the weeks he's been gone. Despite your groans and protests to be left alone, comes in. The mess of you and your room more than concerning to him. But all the concern leaves the second his eyes meet yours. Tears of joy pouring from both your eyes as you sprint into his arms, crying into his chest and asking how he did it. He says nothing, just holds you as close as he can. The horrors of the arena replaying in his head while he remembers his only motive was this. To have you in his reach again.

Boyfriend!Finnick Odair who firmly believes you are his sole salvation. Despite his frequent summons to the capitol, mentoring, capitol parties, he still makes time and effort for you. The only source of comfort being found in you. Your warm embrace when he runs a mile from victors village to your quiet cottage to try and rid himself of his nightmares. The smile that thins your lips every time you see him without fail. Constant hushes and whispers, telling him that he's safe now; he won't have to go to the arena ever again.

Mentor!Finnick Odair who is in pure shock and horror as your name is reaped for the hunger games; disbelief written on yours since it was your last year to even be reaped. The second you step foot into the justice building, he finds you and scoops you into his arms as you stand emotionless in them. He tells himself then and there that he will do anything he can to protect you. Whether that means making your district partner look bad, placing extra bets on you, even going so far as to get himself more...patrons just to sugarcoat and praise you in hopes of getting sponsors. Finnick tells you that you will be the victor of these games; promising you a life beyond this.

Sponsor!Finnick Odair who knows it's wrong, but bribes and places illegal bets on you to try and help you out in the arena. The risk of him getting caught increasing when sees an arrow shot at you, it landing in the side of your shoulder.

Fiancé!Finnick Odair who can't wait to propose to you. The moment you're out of the arena, healed by the medics, and allowed visitors, he rushes into your room and proposes. Of course there's no way to say no to him. Happily kissing him, you thank him for everything he's done for you; him smiling back and reminding you he always keeps his promises.

'Ex Fiancé'!Finnick Odair who defines the capitol by refusing to let you be a pawn in Snow's games like he was. The presidents' response being a demand of calling off the marriage; if he didn't you'd be killed.

Heartbroken!Finnick Odair who refuses to tell you everything that happened, only out of fear of what might happen to you. His entire world falling apart as he sees you go stoic and emotionless; knowing this is your way of shutting down. All the plans you had for the future were gone within a matter of seconds, you not even bothering to say a word to him before walking out his houses' door. Sinking into the couch, openly crying for the first time in years, Finnick Odair feeling as if he was back where everything started.

District Partner!Finnick Odair who hasn't seen you in 6 years. It being 6 years since he called off the engagement and you went to the capitol to train tributes before their games. The only reason you're face to face with him, shaking hands with him, on stage with him, is because you've both been reaped for the 3rd Quarter Quell.

Enemy!Finnick Odair (but its' really just one sided) who tries to talk and converse with you, but you refuse to even look in his direction unless it is of the upmost importance. He eventually retreats and watches from afar, reminiscing on what could have been if maybe he hadn't proposed then. The thoughts of how different things would be if he had been more patient and held off till you got back to district 4. Guilt and regret flooding his entire body as he firmly believes it was all his fault.

Training Partner!Finnick Odair who is beyond thrilled when you finally meet his gaze and speak a few words to him; even if it was just about your plan to stay alive in the arena. He notices the small smile on your lips as you walk away (maybe in embarrassment) after he compliments your ambition and technique in sparring.

Ally!Finnick Odair who's first move is to make sure you're safe and he knows where you are in the body of water placed in the center of the cornucopia. He sees you pillars over and the second the timers go off, he's swimming his way towards you.

Protective!Finnick Odair who kills 3 people in the midst of the bloodbath all because he thought they were on their way to kill you near the shore. When he reaches you, his body immediately holding yours and checking for wounds despite the protests you shout because he doesn't know if he'll be able to save you this year.

Reprieval!Finnick Odair who doesn't care about the hunger games or the blood on his hands. All he cares about is right now. That you're fast asleep on his shoulder, knocked out from exhaustion. It reminds him of when he did the same thing after his games; refusing to sleep unless it was right beside you. Katniss and him sharing a look as they eye both you and Peeta.

Belated!Finnick Odair who shouts in protest as you shove him away from Katniss the moment her arrow collides with the arena, electricity racking your body and sending you flying back. His own pain doesn't come to mind as he limps over to you, picking you up and holding you. He cries out in agony as he feels you lying unresponsive in his grasp; his body shaking as he violently sobs despite the crashing of the arena around him.

Finnick Odair who realizes that he could never feel death, but a world without you left him dying alive.

Do you guys know that feeling when you're reading an angsty fic? That like feeling that starts in the chest, sorta tingly and like spreads throughout your chest? That shit's the good stuff😌