#markedbygrief

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its soo strange to have 1,001 followers......

i dont deserve this!!

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grishildr said: waiting for someone to make a tom bombadil

yes

markedbygrief said: i still want to make a faramir if im being honest here wh oop s

god ye s

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           "Whoa-I don't think I've ever seen a spell that can do that before." 

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              "Katniss Everdeen. You're a real                 favourite    now,    aren't   you?"

[ofembers-blog]

( His body felt unbelievably heavy as he let his weight fall onto the dusty and quietly creaking motel mattress covered in some outdated floral sheets that looked as though they'd seen better days. His bones were groaning, left underloved after suffering another day of abuse. He was beaten and battered, and this was after a good day. He'd stitched up his shoulder, which had been left with a somewhat deep cut, and was ready to sleep,  though he found that there wasn't always relief in dreaming.          All too often, he woke in cold sweat, watching his          father take his last breath as a man with black         holes where his eyes should be cut his throat to         drain his blood into a dish. He was helpless, he         was a child.  Soft footsteps gave away the presence of another, as his head turned up to look at his companion. Her drive matched his own,  a hunt for the demon that had laid waste to both their fathers. To send him to the same fate that he had decided for them. It had taken years for Gale to learn enough about what had  happened that night for it to make sense. Even longer to get into the life. Then he met Katniss, saw her taking out the wendigo he'd been hunting on her own.  He admired her from that moment, she had impeccable form,  as though she was born to fire a gun. They'd struck up a conversation in the most unlikely of settings, and had dinner that night at a local diner. They talked about how they got  into hunting, and ended up sticking together from that point forward. It didn't make a lot of sense, but they fit together perfectly.  As his eyes met hers, he couldn't stop from grinning through the searing pain in his shoulder. )                 ❛  Come to cuddle with me, Catnip?                                  You know you can't resist. ❜

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( markedbygrief ) There had been endless celebrations and mindless chatter             and everything had been p e r f e c t for keeping his mind             occupied until he realized that they were celebrating the              baker boy's victory, the sweet and innocent baker boy             but the trouble was -- he didn't know how to b e him             anymore.

There were weeks of darkness.  Not that he'd ever let anyone see.  Not that he would act any differently.  Peeta took up post in the bakery, frosting cakes and icing cookies but he stayed away from red every time -- red reminded him of blood. So there was a shortage of red baked goods in District Twelve, but no one noticed. 

But Peeta noticed.  He noticed Katniss.  He noticed the way she'd disappear into the woods when she thought no one was watching. He  noticed her pacing outside of her big lonely house in the Village, kicking up the snow out of painful boredom.              ( And he wondered if she had the nightmares, too. )

So one night, when the snow had finally obscured the ground underfoot and Katniss' younger sister's cat made an appearance on his windowsill, Peeta seized his chance.  He hadn't talked to her since the end of the  Games and he just needed to see her -- to breathe her same air and to make sure she wasn't swimming alone in that same darkness that overtook him every night.               He grabbed the angry cat and made way across the             street.  He knocked once at her door.  

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     "Why do you keep staring, Kat? Is there something on my face?"

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     && there's something in vick's head that makes him think  being      on the outside of the fence is a BAD idea,  but  he  isn't  going  to      regret it. the freedom of the woods, and the freedom of his family      not being around him. it's nice. it's R E F R E S H I N G,  and  he        understands why gale does it so much, but in no way --  was  he      expecting to see the cause of so many of their problems out here.      not yet at least.

                                         ' --- er, don't tell gale. '