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okay, so... i’m archiving this blog and starting over, mainly because my brain does not allow me to be satisfied with anything when it comes to my writing. i want a completely fresh start, so i’m incredibly sorry but i’d rather not continue to anything from here. however, i would really love to start something new over at my new blog, hawthxrns! please follow me there ♥
i think i need to step away from my blog for a few days, so i’ma do that. i’ll be back sometime next week with everything i owe done, and you can still catch me on skype and kik.
This has to be my suckiest manip so far in my manip history, but I didn’t want to just congratulate you. Happy birthday meg! You’re my sweetheart and I love you and asjkdlajksdkljasdjka I hope you have had an awesome day
this is hella badass and you are hella amazing. i’m all smiley now and i’m gonna keep this forever. thank you so much!
Happy birthday! :)
thanks! i appreciate it!
“Several times I close my eyes and count to ten,thinking that when I open them,he will have materialized without a sound as he so often did.” - Katniss
HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY YOU BUNDLE OF JOY I ADORE YOU LIKE YOU ARE SO SWEET AND HONESTLY I DO EVERTHORNE NOW BECAUSE OF YOU. -squeezes- much happiness and love today. ♡♡♡♡♡
oh my goshhhh THANK YOU! you are so incredibly nice and i love writing with you. i’m so happy that you’re liking everthorne because of me because i could/will write a million fics about them :P i’ve honestly had a great day and thank you for making it better!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! i hope your day continues to be good!!
thanks so much!! you’re so sweet! it’s almost time for cake and then i’m gonna watch netflix until i fall asleep.
it’s my birthday and i just ate so much mac and cheese. i’m having such a good day rn!
→ starter call
it’s been a while since i’ve done one of these, and i still low key want to rp with all of you. like for a starter, or message me to plot. i’ma work on these later.
sunsetorangemockingjay:
Gale’s body always feels like touching a kettle on a stove, hot and strong and unbreakable. Even in his half sleep state and his dizzy mind, he snaps out of it and smirks, always steady and smooth like the liquor at the hob. Katniss can’t help the way she grins, dropping her gaze to shake her head.
“You’re impossible,” she whispers after a small laugh, impossibly bitter that they’re stuck in here and not in the woods, where the world seemed to fall away leaving them to enjoy the little things. But soon her family and his would be inside the house for dinner during the commission of the games, and tomorrow maybe they can sneak behind that fence. The woods wasn’t a job or something to do, no. It was where friendships were glossed over. The slight twitch of his fingers in her hand bring her back, removing her hand and putting it to work to cover up her instability and thought process.
“How’re you feeling?”
“I think it might be fatal,” he had to joke. They both knew he’d be fine, of course, simply because he never wasn’t. There were too many people counting on him, on both of them, for anything about the way they were making due to change. Illegal hunting, and trading their extra game on the black market, had been working for them for years, and it would continue to work for the foreseeable future. It was just a cold, one that would go away within the next few days. And just like always, he’d be fine.
It was quiet for a beat after that, and a short knock came at the door before it swung open and his mother and siblings walked in. The two families had gotten to the point where knocking was only done as a cursory matter of politeness. Posy wrapped herself around one of his legs possessively, a worn ragdoll tucked under her arm, as Hazelle offered Katniss a greeting and the boys took up residence on the couch.
about me.
name: meaghan. nickname: meg. gender: female. pronouns: she/her. zodiac: taurus. birthday: may 20th. sexuality: hetero. country: united states. religion: technically, catholic. hogwarts house: hufflepuff. mbti: infj.
I volunteer as Tribute || Gale & Buttercup
“Or I could commit suicide” he muttered, mostly for him, because he didn’t want Gale shouting at him more. At this point he just felt like a little child who was being scolded for thinking what was supposed to be labeled as ‘wrong’.
The apology caused Baran’s eyes to divert from his drilled point in the wall to look at the laying frame in the bed. Swallowing dry, he moves and warily lays next to him, putting as much space as possible between them to give him space. “You don’t have to” he says after a while, and the aching in his chest becomes so overwhelming that he can no longer control the sobs and the tears. “I hate this so much” he says in a string of voice. He failed at staying strong. He failed so hard.
Gale was adamant about not letting himself get emotional at any point during this ordeal, but he still felt like it would be somewhat hypocritical of him to fault Baran for doing so when he knew exactly what the other was going through. They were both in the same boat and this wasn’t easy, any of it.
This was rough. Hearing the low rumble and feeling the steady swaying of the train was only making it worse, too. It was a constant reminder of how they were getting closer and closer to their all but guaranteed deaths by the second. If he didn’t win, which, he had to accept, he probably wouldn’t... how would he die? Would his mother and his younger siblings be watching? Would they see him be murdered?
Yeah. They would. The Games were required viewing. Gale was well aware how much this sucked, and he hated it, too. But what could he say to Baran?
“I know,” he finally settled for. He placed a hand in what he hoped was a reassuring fashion on his friend’s shoulder.
When the government fears the people, there is liberty.
Sympathy For The Devil || multistoty
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They knew how risky this expedition was, but that hadn’t stopped Gale from volunteering. If they missed this chance, there was a good probability they wouldn’t get a better one any time soon. The Victors had already been in the Capitol for long enough, and seeing the state Peeta was in during his televised interviews with Caesar Flickerman was proof enough that Snow hadn’t exactly welcomed them with open arms. So when they higher-ups in Thirteen told them what they were planning, and asked for soldiers willing to go on the rescue mission... Gale didn’t hesitate to raise his hand, knowing how imporant this was.
Not more than an hour later, the assembled team was in the underground prison the Victors were being kept in, navigating the hallways and stepping over the bodies of the Peacekeepers, knocked out by the gas distributed through the ventilation system. So far, so good.
'We're supposed to take care of each other.'
teen wolf sentence meme
“I know. We will. Always.”
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“Good- I’m glad. It’ll take a lot of the pressure off.”
She finished the wrapping, going into her drawers to get out what she would need to wrap up the hand. All those on the counter, she unlocked a drawer that she kept medicine in. She got out a few pain relievers, and a cup of water. Then she brought it all back over to him.
“Take these, then I’ll wrap up those fingers.”
Gale thanked her before taking the medicine, swallowing the pills and then downing them with a sip of the water. He might’ve protested if they’d been the heavy stuff; he wasn’t hurt enough to warrant putting up with how out of it they made him feel. He could only remember taking anything heavier than a sleep syrup a handful of times before, the whipping the most recent of them.
He set the glass down and then stretched out his hand again, so Emma could finish the job.
Person B holding an unconscious Person A and panicking. In their franticness, they make promises, and confess their genuine feelings for Person A, in fear that they’re dying. After a few deep, profound promises, they choke up unable to coherently continue. Person A pops one eye open just to tell them to keep going.
