Submitted by anon.
I just realized I spelled confessions wrong. Oh well.
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Submitted by anon.
I just realized I spelled confessions wrong. Oh well.
Submitted by spirited-astray
Many classic horror icons and other disturbing creatures share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.
Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, predators could be hiding in the dark, heights could make poor footing lethal, and a spider or snake bite could mean certain death.
The question you have to ask yourself is this:
What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
… Just be careful out there.
Honestly, this reminds me of the rats.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I asked, a little concerned by the boy standing before me in his prison-issue underpants.
“Well, you know when I said I loved you…”Furnace sketchy fanart. HOW NOT TO SHIP IT?!?! I’m also all for Alex/everyone (including Zee, Gary, Warden Cross…) but Donovan holds a special place with that line. Even if the Skulls thought Zee was totally Alex’ bitch. *flails*
Because DonavanXAlex trumps PeetaXKatniss
WE’RE ALL WATCHING!
Anonymous asked: Could you please make this confession for me? The only reason I got the first two books in the series was because I stole them from a book fair. After reading the first few pages, I was instantly filled with guilt. My dreams for weeks was me in Furnace, dying but always resurrecting, cursed to continue the cycle in that deeper level of Hell. I've made amends with the person who ran the book fair, but the guilt still lingers.
Yes, yes I will, dearest anon.