HUNGER GAMES

STAR WARS

angst : 🌩

fluff : 🌸

requests : 📩

This is a SFW blog, so no smut (because I'm not quite there yet) Kylo Ren: > Resistant 🌩 (synopsis: After finding a Resistance spy on his ship, there is nothing more he'd want than to break her.)

Obi Wan Kenobi:

> Live and Let Die 🌩️ + comfort (synopsis: Finding solace in him through suffering.)

> The Life I Never Led 🌸+ comfort (synopsis: Obi-Wan begins to notice the quiet weight his Padawan carries, and in his own way, makes sure she doesn’t carry it alone.)

Bullet Train?

ANYONE WATCHED BULLET TRAIN YET? LIKE HOLY SHIT IT IS MY HYPERFIXATION RIGHT NOW AND I KID YOU NOT, THE CHOKEHOLD TANGERINE HAS ON ME IS ABSOLUTELY FATAL 😭 Is there like a community or anything for bullet train because it seems quite scarce 🥲

Hello dear!

Sorry for bothering you, but it's important to remind you to turn off your asks for a few days! Bad things are going to happen on Tumblr soon...

Don t know anything about this but BETTER BE SAFE EVERYBODY!!!!!!

Is it weird I want to request a scene that involves Janson? I've been seeing a lot of posts about him and ngl he's kinda hot...is this just me...???

GO FOR IT. I wholeheartedly agree. I don’t know what it is but well… let’s just say I wouldn’t protest because he could slam a clipboard on the table and I’d fold like a lawn chair 😫

PLEASE PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS 🙏🙏

Melody

George Weasley x Gryffindor!Reader

Comfort, fluff

Summary: George helps you play piano

AN: I was playing a piece and this came to mind ITS SO CUTE 😭

story under the cut

The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as the amber light spilled across the piano’s polished surface. You sat on the bench, determined to make the music sound right this time.

Your fingers danced across the keys—well, stumbled, really. You played the same section again, but no matter how you adjusted your hands, the notes sounded jumbled and wrong. Frustration tightened in your chest, your shoulders tensing as you pressed harder.

“Easy, love,” a voice drawled behind you, smooth and teasing.

You startled, your hands slamming against the keys in an ugly, discordant crash. Whipping around, you found George Weasley standing there, his grin crooked and far too smug.

“George!” you snapped, pressing a hand to your racing heart. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Admiring the show,” he quipped, strolling closer. “Though it sounds like the piano’s losing this duel.”

You narrowed your eyes, heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m trying to practice.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” he said, his voice light as he rounded the bench. Without asking, he slid in beside you, his knee bumping yours. “Here, let me see.”

You froze as he leaned in, his arm brushing yours as he placed his hands on the keys. His chest nearly touched your back, his warmth and the faint scent of pine overwhelming your senses.

“This part,” he said, his tone lower now, softer, as if the quiet demanded it. “You’re hitting this note.” He struck it, his finger lingering before moving to the correct one. “But it’s this one. Feel it?”

You swallowed hard, your breath hitching as his voice rumbled near your ear. “Yeah,” you managed, barely above a whisper.

“Go on, then,” he said, leaning back just enough to let you play.

You placed your hands on the keys, but your fingers trembled slightly, and the notes wavered.

“Relax,” George murmured, leaning over again. This time, his hands slid to either side of yours, his fingers brushing yours as he guided them. His arms caged you in, but his touch was gentle. “Don’t think so hard. Just… feel it. Like this.”

He played the melody slowly, his fingers gliding over the keys with an effortless grace that left you mesmerized.

“Your turn,” he said, tilting his head so his breath fanned against your cheek.

You nodded, focusing on the keys despite how close he was. You played the first few notes, and when you faltered, his hand moved over yours, correcting your fingers without a word. The warmth of his palm sent a shiver up your spine.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice a low hum. “See? You’ve got it.”

You tried again, and this time, the melody came together perfectly, the music flowing like water under your fingers. A smile broke across your face, and you turned to him without thinking.

“Perfect,” George said, his grin softer now, his eyes warm as they met yours. “Told you you could do it.”

You blinked at him, realizing just how close he was. The firelight cast soft shadows over his freckled face, and there was a quiet sincerity in his expression that made your heart race.

“Thanks,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“Anytime,” he said, leaning back slightly but still close enough that you felt the space between you keenly. “I’d hate to see a piano reduced to tears.”

You laughed, the tension easing as you rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously helpful,” he corrected, his grin returning to its usual mischievous tilt. “And speaking of helpful, what are you doing here alone? Shouldn’t you be off saving the world or something?”

“It’s a free period,” you said, shaking your head. “I just wanted some quiet.”

“Well,” he said, standing and stretching lazily, “I’d say you’ve got the right idea. Though if you ever need another pair of hands…” He wiggled his fingers dramatically.

“Thanks, George,” you said, smiling despite yourself.

He lingered for a moment, his gaze soft as he looked at you. “You’re better than you think, you know.”

The sincerity in his voice made your breath catch, and before you could respond, he flashed you a wink and started for the door.

“Don’t forget to keep playing,” he called over his shoulder. “You’re a natural—once you stop overthinking everything.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, you stared at the piano, your cheeks still warm. His words echoed in your mind, wrapping around you like the notes of a melody you couldn’t quite name—yet.

FANTASTIC BEASTS

angst : 🌩

fluff : 🌸

requests : 📩

This is a SFW blog, so no smut (because I'm not quite there yet) NEWT SCAMANDER: Oneshots: > Heart of the Forest 🌸 (synopsis: When a magical creature escapes into the Forbidden Forest, Newt Scamander unexpectedly finds himself with an unlikely companion on a wild chase that tests his patience, courage, and perhaps, a bit of his heart.)

> Frost 📩 🌩️ (synopsis: When Teddy gets hurt, she turns cold, leaving Newt to earn back her trust while she spoils their injured Niffler rotten.)

Hello 👋,

I hope this message finds you well. My name is Aziz, and I’m reaching out with a heartfelt plea to help my family find safety and reunite with our mother. 😞

The ongoing war in Gaza has torn my family apart. My mother and newborn sister are stranded in Egypt, while I, along with the rest of my sex family members, am trapped in the midst of the genocide in Gaza. We have not only been separated but have also lost our home and are enduring unimaginable hardships. 💔

Your support can make a difference. Whether by reading our story, donating, or sharing our campaign with others, you can help us reunite, find safety, and start anew. 🙏🕊

Thank you, from the depths of my heart, for your kindness, compassion, and solidarity during this difficult time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/58268669 🔗

Yall know the drill— anyone on this app can share and spread awareness. If you can, donate and spread hope. Anyone can be a bystander and relax in their own homes, but if this happened to any of us, we’d depend on upstanders. Be an upstander. Time waits for no one, so neither should you.

And frankly, to hell with who supports who. People are dying. People are getting relocated— losing their loved ones. It’s not about who you support, its about the fact that lives are being lost. If you can do something about it, do it.

-TisAyeMate

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

Lose and Let Go

Finnick Odair x Troubled!Reader

Angst and comfort

summary: Finnick helps the reader find themselves again after having lost so much.

AN: I really need some comfort fics. Can’t find them so I’m creating them myself

Inspired by:

Story under the cut

The moonlight cast pale silver onto the beach, the gentle roll of the waves the only sound filling the air. You sat at the water's edge, knees pulled to your chest, tears streaking your face. It was the kind of ache that made it hard to breathe—the kind that gnawed at your heart long after the loss.

The one person you thought you’d never lose was gone. It wasn’t death, but it may as well have been. You had to let them go. But the worst part was that you didn’t know how to keep going, how to love yourself after losing so much.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Finnick’s voice broke through the quiet, soft and understanding. He settled beside you, his presence warm against the cool night air.

You shook your head, though you knew he saw the turmoil in your eyes. "I feel... empty. It’s like I gave everything away and now I don’t know what’s left."

Finnick was silent for a moment, the kind of silence that wasn't uncomfortable but allowed the weight of the words to settle. "I know that feeling," he said, his voice laced with a kind of sadness that only someone who’s seen too much could carry. "Giving away parts of yourself, until you’re not sure what’s left. It’s hard. But sometimes... losing someone forces you to find the parts of yourself you buried for them."

You stared out at the waves, his words sinking in. "It’s like I lost everything, though. What if there’s nothing left to find?"

Finnick’s hand rested lightly on yours, a grounding touch. "There’s always something left. You just have to give yourself time to see it. It’s painful now, but that emptiness? It’s the space where you’ll start to heal."

You didn’t respond, but the tears fell silently, rolling down your cheeks like the tide. It wasn’t comforting in the way you wanted—Finnick wasn’t telling you things would magically be okay. But his truth, painful and real, felt more grounding than any comforting lie could.

"I’m not going to tell you it’ll stop hurting," Finnick continued, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But I will tell you this—learning to let go doesn’t mean you lost yourself in the process. It just means you have a chance to find yourself again."

His hand stayed on yours, a quiet reminder that you weren’t alone. And as you sat there in the moonlit silence, the waves lapping at your feet, the rawness of it all began to feel... bearable.