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jess | 27 | she/her | mostly everlark | i write sometimes notsocooljess on ao3

[notsocooljess]

double date, pt 4

“Look, I’m sorry I fled. I regretted it five minutes after it happened, and I still regret it now, and no matter how this conversation ends, I will regret it forever.”

the final chapter of double date is finally out now!

read it here :D

[peaonfire]

“When the war is over, if we’ve won, Peeta will be pardoned.” Dead silence. I feel Gale’s body tense. I guess I should have told him before, but I wasn’t sure how he’d respond. Not when it involved Peeta.

inspired by this

[mage-chocolate]

The thing about Peeta and Katniss’s dynamic shifting in the third book in a way that makes it a reversal of the first book is that, while Peeta always knew Katniss cared about him—and by Catching Fire, even knew she loved him—he finally took a walk in her shoes to the point where he really understands just how deeply someone has to love you to break through the belief that you’re trying to kill them and instead protect your life as fiercely as their own. How much Katniss loved him all along.

[little-lynx]

Katniss

Happy belated birthday to Katniss Everdeen — the girl who keeps reminding me not to lose hope (which is not an easy task).

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

[yousharknotpass]

ho'oponopono Available as a print here!

[peaonfire]

Everlark photo booth strip as a birthday gift to my friend @harrvxinmyvejns! Hope you ave the best day! <3

[notsocooljess]

new years is hitting a lot harder than i imagined because while a lot of great things happened this year (graduating, landing a job, great relationships with my partner and friends), 2025 will always be the worst year of my life because it’s the year i lost my dad, and my brain will never be able to reconcile with that

[notsocooljess]

having the flu means starting the office from the beginning for the first time in over a decade and wow did i forget how much i love this show

[notsocooljess]

i’m up to the booze cruise and omg this episode so so soul crushing but so good

[notsocooljess]

having the flu means starting the office from the beginning for the first time in over a decade and wow did i forget how much i love this show

[notsocooljess]

nothing like getting sick after the holiday which is the only time my union says i’ll have to prove my sick days

[thesunpersists]

Fan Read Friday

I've been tagged a whole bunch of times but didn't get around to doing it, because let's face it, I'm a lazy bum and bad at reading fics, even though it's my favorite in the world

Rules: link the fic(s) you’re currently reading, tag the author (if you know their blog), then share your favorite part!

Something of Our Own by @districtunrest

I've been saving this for a while because I knew I'd love it and I did!! Go read for yourself if you want to become Hayzelle-pilled too!

Katniss Everdeen Must Pie by @princesspufflesposts

Super dramatic Modern AU Thanksgiving goodness. Came for Hayzelle and Everlark, stayed for a secret third ship that may or may not have altered my brain chemistry.

Double Date by @notsocooljess

If Double Date has no fans, that means I'm dead!! It's also recently finished, so no cliffhangers for you!

No Shave November by @mollywog

Makes me so giddy! And something tells me there will be a sequel. 👀

Tagging: @mollywog @districtunrest @thesweetnessofspring @princesspufflesposts @justafewberries @unnamednarrator @notsocooljess

[sassquatch737]

Kat with cat

[mollywog]

perhaps No Shave November as a microfic prompt?

On ao3

She’s staring again, he can feel it.

He comes to a stop at the red light, the only one in town, still cycling through its usual routine despite it being 1am and there being no one else on the road. He takes the chance to look over at her, still staring. “You okay?”

Katniss’s eyebrows raise as she blinks languidly, “huh?” She’s drunk. With their friends from high school now legal and home for the holiday, they’d all gone out to The Hob for drinks the night before Thanksgiving.

“Is there something on my face? You’ve been looking at me weird all night.”

“No I haven't," his friend says peevishly.

He swipes at the side of his face, looking at his hand for signs of a stain or debris. Nothing. At least as far as he can see in the dim glow of the dash. The light changes and he narrows his eyes at her before turning back to the road.

“It’s just— I’ve never seen you with a beard before.”

“What?” Yes you have.”

‘“I think I’d remember,” she says, scowling.

“It’s no shave November. It’s a fundraising thing for cancer research. Lukka, Kotta, and I do it every year.” Well, every year since he could grow hair again after chemo. “You just weren’t paying attention,” he says teasingly, though there’s a kernel of hurt under the facade.

“No,” she punches his arm, a little harder than he thinks she intends. “You didn’t come back Freshman year, and I was out of town the past two. This is our first Thanksgiving home together since high school. Now who wasn’t paying attention?”

He throws a hand up in supplication, “okay, okay. You’re right, you’ve never seen me with a beard. So, what’s the verdict?”

“I like it.”

A small thrill sparks in his chest that is immediately dampened. He was fishing: what else was she supposed to say?

He can hear her readjust in her seat to look more fully at him. “I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you.”

Heat prickles up his neck. Just how drunk is she? He huffs a laugh, studiously keeping his eyes on the road. “You’ve never kissed someone with a beard before?”

“Nooooo, but I’ve never kissed you with a beard before.”

A fascinating distinction.

He tries not to let his mind linger on the other bearded and unbearded men she’s kissed that aren’t him. He throws a glance to the back seat where her college roommate who came home with her this year loudly saws logs. He likes Johanna well enough, but she’s a bit of a wildcard and he won’t discount her effect over his friend.

“You’ve never kissed me without a beard before either.”

“Oh, I’m aware,” she grumbles under her breath.

He hazards a quick glance to her then back to the road. This argument would be much more compelling if she weren’t hammered right now, he decides.

“I’m not that drunk.” She huffs as if reading his mind, finally slumping into her seat facing forward. They drive in silence for the rest of the ride before she speaks again.

“Can I at least touch it?”

“My beard?” He says. She’s lucky he’s just put the car into park in front of her house or who knows what he might have done. He turns to fully look at her and to his surprise, she doesn’t shy away from him.

Her hand extends and delicate fingers trail down his bearded cheek. His breath catches as her thumb caresses his bottom lip. She’s staring at him with a level of intense concentration— something akin to hunger in her eyes.

She nods to herself. “Thank you,” she says, before hopping out of the car and waking her friend in the back, leaving Peeta to wonder what the hell just happened.

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Trapped in the talkative cycle

[dandelionsunset1210]

He has captured, in painstaking realism, that moment when we arrived at the lake on my birthday. I recognize it by the way I’m looking over my shoulder, arm outstretched, holding his hand just outside of the frame.

So beautiful, Peeta had whispered. I can see now that he didn’t mean the lake. In fact, the lake and surrounding forest are nothing but a blur in the background. It’s like I’m seeing it exactly through Peeta’s eyes, and clearly all Peeta saw was me.

Where the surroundings are blurred, his rendering of me is so lifelike it could be a photograph. And he’s taken great care to capture every detail. The dandelion still tucked behind my ear, with my braid thrown effortlessly over my shoulder. The red plaid of his shirt I borrowed tied around my waist, just peeking up from the bottom of the painting. Even the scars up the back of my arm have been painted with such care and precision it almost makes me want to cry.

— — —

From the moment I wrote this scene I wanted so badly for Peeta’s painting to be real and I can’t believe it’s on my little screen now 🥹 @charlunday put so much care into the details of this one and I’m truly blown away. Thank you Charlie for embodying Peeta for this piece and bringing it to life

[notsocooljess]

WIP Wednesday

a few days late, but who's checking?

thanks for your tag @thelettersfromnoone :D

rules: please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

here's a snippet from a forced meet-cutes fic i started probably 18 months ago that i'm finally working on again :P

“Katniss, don’t you think you deserve something happy in your life?” She looks down again. “I am happy with my life, Madge. I have my family and you and Gale, and that’s all I want. Just leave it alone.” Katniss and I don’t argue let alone fight, and I get the feeling that if I push this any further, we could have one of those fights that could ruin a friendship for a lifetime. “Okay,” I respond with, simply. “I’ll stop it now.”

anyone feel free to join along!!

[thelettersfromnoone]

WIP Wednesday

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!) I was tagged by @lord-aldhelm and @oddsnendsfanfics thank you❤️❤️ From the sequel to Zip it lock it put it in your pocket/ The THG Vamp Verse

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’. This number is not available right now. When you hear the tone, please leave a message.

She tries the number again.

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’. This number is not available right now. When you hear the tone-

 And again and again. 

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’. This number is not available right now-

Her hands are shaking. The scent of the fire is wafting out, the flashing lights in alternating tones of red and blue wash over them all, shadows heavy when they aren’t stretched out with invasive light. 

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’. This number is not available right-

She knows some of the codes the officers are using. The reason for that black bag, the lingering scent of burnt flesh in the air.

You have reached the voicemail box-

Woof shifts awkwardly beside her. “Jo…”

She tries the number again. 

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’-

“Jo, we don’t even know if-“

“Shut up,” she snaps, phone to her ear.

You have reached the voicemail box of ‘Annie Cresta’. This number is not available right now. When you hear the tone, please leave a message.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She slips under the yellow 'caution' tape, Woof chastising her the whole while.

"Miss," an officer scolds, blocking her path as she tries to approach the investigators; "area's closed off-"

"My sister came out back, I'm sure she came out back here, I just-"

"This is a goddamn crime scene, you need to back off-"

"I need to know if that's her!"

A hand is on her upper arm, tugging her back in spite of her struggling and shouting in protest.

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