At the peak of my 13-year-oldness, I wrote a Hunger Games fic in which a former tribute (who won, obviously) had to watch her two kids being reaped the same year, and for extra drama, the organizer made her their mentor. The fic alternated between flashbacks to her own Games with the allies she made and saw die, and the fact that eventually she would have to choose which of her kids to save (or just straight up abandon both to the arena).
So far so good right?
Except the year was 2012. It was a songfic.
And the song I chose? The chorus toNicky Minaj’s STARSHIPS.
“Starships” being the name her group of allies was given by the viewers. “Let’s do this one more time” was unironically the saddest line in the fic.
please hurry up and overthrow capitalism so that i don’t have to fill out any more job applications where i have to retype the contents of my resume into an application form after i already attached my resume
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
what is it about a retail uniform that makes boomers lose all empathy or critical thinking
i was grabbing something to eat at whole foods and one woman started shouting “excuse me?! excuse me?!” and I ignored her cause I don’t know her. She then came up to me and grabbed my arm and went “I was calling you! Can you help me find something?” and I was like….I don’t work here? And she rolled her eyes and went “Well can you find me someone who DOES?” and when I said “No, sorry” she got all huffy. like…..bitch I don’t work here and I’m not on the clock. I need to eat.
