#everlark moodboard

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it’s giving : everlark in the epilogue <3

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Toast Babies

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The Bet

When a sorority bet gets out of hand and becomes a campus wide sensation, Katniss and Peeta are both forced to deal with the aftermath.

For @awhiskeyriver’s fic. This is the story that got me back into Everlark, and everyone should read it.

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Wool | Moodboard Collection

I created a moodboard for each chapter of Wool (link goes to the story on AO3), posted here in order:

Green, Red, Yellow, Blue, and Orange, but soft, like the sunset

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I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

When Peeta holds out his arms, I walk straight into them. It's the first time since they announced the Quarter Quell that he's offered me any sort of affection. He's been more like a very demanding trainer, always pushing, always insisting Haymitch and I run faster, eat more, know our enemy better. Lover? Forget about that. He abandoned any pretense of even being my friend. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck before he can order me to do push-ups or something. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go.

I cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me...no one could do that.

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I've waited a hundred years But I'd wait a million more for you

Nothing prepared me for What the privilege of being yours would do

If I had only felt the warmth within your touch If I had only seen how you smile when you blush Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough I would have known what I was living for all along

What I've been living for

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I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna loose you.

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Are they jealous of its beauty? The power it might have to manipulate the crowd?