Deserved Better - Tumblr Posts
Day 2 - Supernatural/Throwback
I chose throwback for my badass Lily art.
Thank You! đ„°Â @lilyspencerappreciationweek and @lizzybeth1986
I sometimes make sketches in my notebook just to get an idea of ââthe pose and did you know that without photoshop it would take me days to do it đ
INFINITY WAR SPOILER!!!
When youâre just chillin but then you remember Wanda lost her brother, the love of her life, then herself all in a short amount of time.
Avengers Endgame
*Beware Of Spoilers*
words cannot even explaining how hyped i was for this movie, this supposed best freaking superhero movie, the end, the end of an era. well some enjoyed it, and some didnât.
i was one of the people who were disappointed by many of the things in the movie.
first of all, i love peggy and i love steve and they were cute together. past tense. i get she was the love of his life, but i was really on board with him staying in the present with natasha, bucky, and sam. but like always nothing goes the way i want it too and the writers were like fuck you and made him go back in time.
another thing iâm beyond pissed about was natashaâs death. she went down heroically, and i loved her so much for doing this for her family. but why did they do her so dirty like that? why make her die a heroic death thatâs just as important as tony starks (which broke me) and not even give her a proper memorial like tonyâs. black widow aka natasha romanoff has been our first lady in marvel (besides pepper but you know what i mean) and you give her a death without honor, sheâs been working her ass of for your damn movies and you donât even give her any type of burial or send off? like kiss my ass.
also the actual fact that steve rogers didnât even try to get natasha back pisses me off, like this woman went through hell and back to save your ass. she went to peggyâs funeral for you, she betrayed her friend for you, she would follow you to the ends of the world if you asked her to. and what did you do? you didnât even try to find a way back for her, you just chose peggy as if peggyâs had much life experience with you before you traveled for like 1 second. if steve was sacrificed nat would go crazy to get him back, sheâd probably give her damn life for him and he wouldnât do the same for her.
now youâre probably like âoh natasha got what she wanted,, oh she cleared her red ledger.â well you know what i know that, but she deserves a happier ending. she deserved to be acknowledged not just forgotten about after a once again HEROIC SACRIFICE.
the pacing also pissed me off, it felt too rushed in my opinion too many time jumps, the beginning with thanos like it was hilarious but what the fuck.
tonyâs death was probably the only good thing about the movie. i am happy that tony can finally rest in peace. he has found the peace he needed and i am beyond happy. his send off was beautiful. he started it, he ended it.
also that bruce and thor moment made me hella soft, yâall heard the man thor helped him, t-h-o-r !!!
hell its not like theyâd just rewrite endgame because of a couple of angry shippers or bitter fans, so what i am going to do is enjoy peopleâs fan fiction that has great ass writing that iâll enjoy.
i have no hate for peggy, i admire her. i ship steggy. i love steve, but they really just didjwjw his character like they made him selfish which is not a steve rogers thing, i donât hate tony i love him so much and i cried when he died, and i will forever be bitter that natasha did not get to join the all girlâs battle with thanosâ bitches.
Remnants of Ashes
masterlist
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 1097
Summary: Gale Hawthorne, now a Peacekeeper in District 2, struggles to adapt to its ambitious, unfamiliar atmosphere while haunted by memories of Katniss Everdeen from District 12.
***
District 2 was a world apart from District 12, place of stone and metal rather than ash and coal. Gale Hawthorne tried to make this new district feel like home, but the familiarity of District 12's ruins haunted him. The bustling activity of District 2 felt foreign, the people here driven by ambitions and ideals so different from the grim survival that had characterized his old life.
Each morning, Gale woke with the sun. He dressed quickly, leaving his small apartment and heading out into the city before the streets filled with people. His role as a Peacekeeper was a pragmatic choice, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He told himself it was for the greater good, to help rebuild Panemâbut deep down, he knew he was running from ghosts.
He was running from Katniss.
Katniss Everdeen. The girl on fire. The Mockingjay.
To him, she had been so much more than just a symbol.
She had been his partner in crime, his confidante, his closest friend. But the war had changed everything. They had changed, and now, she was a phantom pain, an echo of what once was.
***
It was a Sunday when Gale decided to visit the training fields. It was a place of order and discipline, filled with recruits who were eager to shape the new world. He watched them sparring, their movements precise and calculated, so different from the desperate skirmishes he had known.
"You're here early," a voice said, breaking his reverie.
Gale turned to see Lyda, one of the senior Peacekeepers, approaching him. She was a tall woman with a sharp gaze, her uniform crisp and spotless.
"Couldn't sleep," Gale admitted, shrugging. "Thought I'd come see how the new recruits are doing."
Lyda nodded, her expression softening slightly. "You still think about her, don't you?"
Gale's jaw tightened.
"Every day."
That night, Gale couldn't sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence.
The nights in the woods with Katniss, the warmth of the fire, the shared stories, the unspoken bond between them. Those nights were gone, buried under the rubble of war and time...
He got up and walked to the window, looking out at the city. District 2 was thriving, rebuilding itself with a ferocity that mirrored his own determination. Yet, it felt hollow.
No amount of anything could fill the void left by Katniss.
Gale sighed and turned away from the window. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small, battered notebook. It was filled with sketches and notes, plans for traps and strategies. But between the lines of his meticulous handwriting were glimpses of another storyâ drawings of mockingjays, notes about hunting trips, fragments of poetry that he would never admit to writing.
He flipped to a blank page and stared at it. Slowly, he began to write.
***
Weeks turned into months, and Gale threw himself into his work. He trained recruits, devised new strategies, and worked tirelessly to ensure the safety of the district. He became known as a strict but fair leader, respected by his peers and subordinates. But despite his accomplishments, the emptiness lingered.
***
One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Gale found himself wandering the outskirts of District 2. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the dusty heat of the city. He walked until he found a secluded spot, a small hill overlooking a valley. He sat down and let the silence envelop him.
"Hey, Catnip," he whispered to the wind. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I need to talk to you."
He paused, taking a deep breath. "I miss you. I miss us. The way things used to be before... everything. I know things can never go back to the way they were, and I don't even know if you'd want them to. But I can't help thinking about what we lost."
Gale closed his eyes, feeling a tear slide down his cheek. "I wish I could tell you this in person. I wish I could see you, hear your voice. But I can't. So I'll just keep talking to the wind and hope that somehow, you'll hear me."
***
As the seasons changed, so did Gale. He found solace in small thingsâa recruit's success, a well-executed plan, the beauty of a sunrise over the mountains. He began to accept that Katniss was a part of his past, a cherished memory that he would carry with him always.
One day, while sorting through his belongings, Gale found the notebook again. He flipped through the pages, smiling at the memories. When he reached the end, he saw the words he had written that first night in District 2.
"Katniss, if you ever read this, I want you to know that I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me too. We did what we had to do, and we survived. That's all that matters."
He closed the notebook and placed it back in the drawer. It was time to move forward.
***
Katniss's POV:
Katniss stood by the rusted fence, the setting sun casting a golden hue over District 12. Memories of Gale flooded her mind. Unbidden. Unrelenting.
Gale.
The name alone caused a pang in her stomach.
His grey eyes, always intense, haunted her thoughts. The woods had been their sanctuary, a place to escape the harsh realities of their lives... their laughter, shared meals, and whispered dreams of a future free from the Capitol's grip.
Now, those dreams felt like distant echoes.
The fence, once a boundary she and Gale had often crossed together, now felt like a wall separating her from her past. Katniss ran her fingers along the cold metal, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. Each ridge and rusted spot a reminder of times gone by.
A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and earth. She closed her eyes, breathing it in deeply, trying to anchor herself in the present. But it was no use. Her thoughts drifted back to the days when she and Gale would venture beyond the fence, into the wild, untamed woods where they could be free, if only for a while.
She could almost hear his voice, low and comforting, as he spoke of rebellion and hope. "Someday, Katniss," he had said, his voice filled with conviction, "someday things will be different. We won't have to live in fear."
But someday had come and gone. The rebellion had happened. The world had changed.
everyday i read a little au fic where cas is the youngest of four and his older brothers are michael lucifer and gabriel. where is raphael. đđ
Hey @netflix,
The earliest tweet about Dead Boy Detectives is from November 11th, 2023. The same goes for the first Instagram post.
The most recent tweet about Dead Boy Detectives is from May 21st, 2024. The most recent Instagram post is from May 11th, 2024.
Today is September 3rd, 2024.
I also counted the tweets/posts from that time span. There are 33 tweets and 28 Instagram posts.
The âmarketingâ for Dead Boy Detectives is a fucking joke.
I literally didnât have the time to count all of your posts/tweets for Stranger Things, Avatar, Wednesday, and your other cash cows. Because there are that fucking many. Even during these stretches of time between seasons of some of those shows, youâve posted more about those than the show you just released.
You also happened to release this show in the end of fucking April, which is the end of the Spring semester for basically all of American schools, and for tons of international schools too. You released a new show during exam time.
So, you released a new show during exam time and barely posted anything about it, and youâre shocked that it didnât break your records?
You sabotaged this showâs release in every way you could while maintaining the front that you were actually supporting the show. Fourteen days is not enough time to make a judgement call about a fucking TV show, especially one you released during exam time.
Do not cancel Dead Boy Detectives. This show deserves better.
GMW AU where Maya is the foster kid of the Matthews and Shawn and Angela are still together/visit them and as the show goes on their bond strengthens but in s2 the finale can be a two parter and Maya has to leave the Matthews and obviously she doesnât want to leave Riley and attend the same high school as her friends so Shawn and Angela decide to adopt her because of the genuine connection they made and maybe a little twist can be thrown in like âoh maya already has a new family ready to take care of herâ unaware that the new family are Shawn and Angela until they reveal it themselves. Thank you and goodnight <3
A cute little art to kick off my blog
I love this boy and decided he needed to be a Sonic Carhop.