#littleduckflower

[itsaboutsurviving]

“At least let me clean the wound!”

from this meme

“Look, kid—” Logan unbuttoned his flannel with trembling hands, letting out a pained groan as he shrugged it off. It was torn up and soaked in blood, as was the white tank top beneath, but when he peeled that bottom layer up and away from his torso, the deep gash that had been bleeding profusely (and terminally) minutes ago was already starting to seal up. — It was still a damn mess and it fucking hurt like a son of a bitch, but his healing factor was taking care of it.

“There ain’t gonna be a w-wound in a — jesus fuck — in a minute. Don’t be wasting your supplies on me.” 

[provisoris]

“Motherfucker!” (Can you imagine his reaction lol)

fuck sentence starters

Gale’s eyes widened, turning to face Primrose with a look on his face. He’d never heard her curse before, and he couldn’t believe the first time he heard it, it was that. 

“Where’d you learn to talk like that, Prim?”

[vxndiction-a-blog]

“ Don’t hurt me. ”

The beast took pleasure where he could find it and this was certainly it. Though originally harboring a softer spot for children, EMPATHY certainly had nothing to do with this as he stood in the dark, cascaded in shadow as the full moon highlights pale skin, moving elegantly while rubies as EYES lock on the little girl. “Why would I do such a thing?” he purrs, fangs glistening with a quick lip of them, KNEELING. Goddess, why are humans so short ? 

“What is your name?" 

— @littleduckflower / angsty sentence starters. ] accepting!

[demisio-a]

“The children have to save themselves these days because the parents have no clue.”

meme / not accepting

        ❛ nobody has a clue, ❜ says carl, not necessarily as a correction, but rather as an addition to the girl’s statement. life nowadays is a guessing game between right and wrong – one has to be right the ENTIRETY of the time, but if one is wrong just ONCE, it is their demise. ❛ everyone just pretends. ❜ he supposes that it’s fine, however, for life has ALWAYS been this way – not a single person has anything entirely right and organization is merely an illusion fabricated by those in power. one must accept that in order to stay ALIVE.

[provisoris]

@littleduckflower: cont. from x

It took long until Prim could react. Normally she was good at cheering others up but she didn’t think there was a way of peptalking him out of it this time. She’d never seen him this miserable before. It made her wonder how long he’d spent pondering already… Two small hands carefully took hold of his own in an attempt to catch Gale’s attention. “Maybe you need to let someone take care of you this time.” 

He’d been staring at at the treeline when he felt Prim’s small hands take his own. His attention did turn to her, grey eyes searching the other’s for answers he couldn’t find. Her words were hard to understand at first, like waking abruptly from a deep sleep, unsure of where one is. Maybe you need to let someone take care of you this time. The words repeated in his mind until he found himself nodding slowly. He was at a loss of what to do. He couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t taking care of someone else, so this was a completely new feeling--- one that he was unsure of.  “I don’t know how to let someone take care of me,” he admitted after moments of heavy silence, eyes falling to Prim’s hands, finding his thumbs brushing against her fingers. 

[provisoris]

@littleduckflower

         Gale spent the night after Katniss was reaped in the woods, camped out in their favorite spot, sick to his stomach. He didn’t sleep, his mind wouldn’t let him. He was making plan after plan to take care of Prim and Mrs. Everdeen, trying to make sure he had everything accounted for--- not to mention his own family. Prim, though... he needed her to learn how to hunt, how to fight for herself. He needed her to know all the things Katniss knew and now... well... Gale needed to make sure Prim knew. Just after dawn broke, Gale was at their door, letting himself in as he did sometimes and rousing Primrose from her sleep. “Good morning,” he smiled when she woke, “We’re going hunting today. Me and you.”

[imsensingatriptoikea]

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manhandling symbol starters 

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye

@littleduckflower

Locke gripped her jaw and made her look up at him. “What are you doing here?” He hissed. “I told you not to follow me.” 

[peacekeepingsniper]

“I can’t walk.”

“You sure, Miss Everdeen?” she asked kneeling down next to the girl. She was out of her depth if it was something medical over a sprained ankle, she was a sniper not a medic. “Did you twist your ankle in a gopher hole or anything?”

She glanced over the girls ankles while wondering why Primrose was out and on the surface of 13. Astonia had be on patrol that was the only reason she was up on the surface of the underground district.