#heartwrought

[foresk1n]

          ❛ donna, i . . . ❜   it’s his chance. at long last. his stomach churns at the prospect of unloading his heavy tongue, dropping the bomb; it’s uncharacteristically quiet in the forman basement this evening . . . no fez, no kelso, no jackie  ( thank god ), no hyde even, who had become something of a bacterial growth on the basement couch for the last couple of years. no one stirring, not even a mouse . . . and it’s his chance. chance to say what he’s been building up to say nearly his entire childhood. like climbing all the way to the peak of a mountain and getting to the very edge, preparing to take that leap . . . but a piece of cliff crumbles off the side, and he realizes it’s actually really high. like really high . . . good god, would it be enough to kill him?

          ❛ i, uh . . . ❜   say something, idiot!  gaping at her like a freshwater guppy, eyes moon into @phantomewise‘s as though searching for his next line in the blue flexes of her irises.   ❛ i just . . . wanted to know if . . .  you like . . . biscotti. ch - chocolate? biscotti . . . my mom keeps buyin’ ‘em, and i just keep on eatin’ ‘em, so . . . ❜   eric loves chocolate pinciotti biscotti.

[saviorass-arc]

          if it isn’t the splashiest entrance known to man, did negan even show up? and show up, he certainly does----- along with men by the truckload, storming the beach of panem ruthlessly, hootin’, hollerin’, and destroying anything in their warpath. and after terrorizing the crowd in his usual fashion, everyone now on their knees, negan emerges to scan the terrified faces of his audience with the end of his bloodied bat.

          ❛ now . . . which one of you sorry. ass. motherfuckers is . . . katniss? she is the winner of the shit sweepstakes! ❜    and a hush fell over the crowd . . . boy does he like the sound of that, picklined straight to his god damn ego. so silent you could hear a pin drop right there in the middle of the outdoors—- even nature bends to his will!    ❛ c’monnnnn---- don’t be shy now, darlin’! step right up and claim your fuckin’ prize! ❜   the big, bad wolf punctuates his sentence with a twirl of his trusty lucille. come out, come out---- wherever you are, @heartwrought​.

[wildkissed-a]

starter   call   /   katniss   &   peeta   .  

ever   since   the   games,   trying   to   sleep   means   being   haunted   by   the   images   of   the   horrible   things   she’d   done   in   order   to   survive.   restless   nights   full   of   nightmares   have   become   common,   screams   caught   on   her   throat   every   time   she   wakes   up   in   the   middle   of   the   night,   consumed   by   darkness   and   alone.   the   victory   tour   is   making   it   worse   :   having   to   watch   the   tribute’s   families   in   the   eyes   while   giving   a   meaningless   speech,   reliving   some   of   the   worst   moments   of   her   life,   being   reminded   every   single   second   of   what   she   had   done,   how   much   it   costs   for   both   of   them   to   be   there.   at   least   she   has   him.   peeta,   who   seems   to   be   the   only   person   that   can   understand   exactly   what   she’s   been   through,   the   only   person   she   can   feel   truly   comfortable   during   vulnerable   moments   in   the   stage.   peeta’s   presence   makes   it   easier,   but   it   doesn’t   mean   it   stops   being   a   living   hell.   you   just   need   to   get   through   this,   she   tries   to   remind   herself.   only   a   few   more   districts   and   the   tour   is   done.   

they’ve   fallen   into   the   habit   of   climbing   into   each   other’s   bed   whenever   one   of   them   has   a   nightmare.   katniss   tries   not   to   think   too   much   about   it,   because   it   feels   safe.   having   peeta’s   arms   around   her   is   the   safest   she’s   felt   ever   since   the   games,   and   she   doesn’t   want   to   explore   what   that   might   mean.   eyes   are   watching   the   rise   and   fall   of   his   chest,   the   sounds   of   his   breathing   almost   lulling   her   to   sleep,   but   not   yet.   it   might   be   another   restless   night.   ‘   district   four   tomorrow,   ’   words   are   spoken   softly,   trying   to   come   up   with   something   to   fill   the   silence   that   consumes   them.   katniss   thinks   it   might   be   easier,   she   never   really   knew   the   tributes   from   that   district.   then   again,   the   tour   has   proven   that   it   doesn't   get   any   easier.   ‘   do   you   think   we'll   get   to   see   the   ocean   ?   ’   (   @heartwrought​.   )

[tritonborn]

👄 Kisses for Bitches

              SHE  RADIANT  ;  HAIR  STILL  DRIPPING  WET  ,  BARELY  EVEN  TOWELED  DOWN  .  HER  SKIN  LUMINESCENT  WITH  BEADS  OF  WATER  .  the  maiden’s  brow  arches  ,  she  shoves  a  book  towards  duke  ,  cheeks  flushed  with  youth  .  perhaps  something  else  ?   ❛      i  thought  you’d  like  it  .  so  i  got  it  from  the  library   .     do  you     ?     ❜   she  is  eager  to  please  .  the  crush  written  across  her  face  as  clearly  as  if  it  had  been  written  on  a  sheet  of  PAPER   .  she  leans  forward  ,  mouth  almost  grazing  his .  a    breath     ,      a      moment      .   *& then , she pulls back , embarrassed . she doesn’t have the courage .