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update: i’ve deactivated theseunfinishedlives and moved katniss to a single muse blog which you can find @mockingjaybroken . i also have a sideblog connected to it that’s a hunger games au blog with the character of dean stanton from the green mile which can be found @notapieceintheirgame in case anyone tries to find me but couldn’t because the old redirect link is no longer any good.

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this blog is now officially archived. i will update this post with the link to my new indie when it is ready.

edit: it’s late, i’m tired, i’ll edit more later today. probably. but here it is

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this blog is now officially archived. i will update this post with the link to my new indie when it is ready.

edit: it’s late, i’m tired, i’ll edit more later today. probably. but here it is

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this blog is now officially archived. i will update this post with the link to my new indie when it is ready.

edit: it’s late, i’m tired, i’ll edit more later today. probably. but here it is

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this blog is now officially archived. i will update this post with the link to my new indie when it is ready.

edit: it’s late, i’m tired, i’ll edit more later today. probably. but here it is

[kitmarlowe]

Fanny Button? How dare you? I mean, I’ve had my dalliances, hasn’t everyone? But even I draw the line somewhere.

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One hundred and eighty-four years of helping humankind and she still found it difficult when she couldn’t directly communicate with any of them. No one could know what she was doing for them. But this one. This one seemed so disheartened about something. Wasn’t it her duty to help in whatever way she could? That was the most important thing, right? Hovering nearby as she gazed upon the person’s profile, she moved her hand as if she were resting it on the person’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. Even though she had never been heard by anyone before, she still formed the words as if they could be heard. “I wish I could share the burden you’re carrying.”

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A deep breath in and out was the only movement from Lucy as she stood at the cliff edge. She was not in much of any hurry to leave the spot after arriving there quite early in the morning. Her restless night had only given way to a growing dread and the walls of the castle seemed to become strangely unwelcome to her. For the life of her, she couldn’t put her finger on what had happened. In her fifteen years in Narnia, she had not once encountered such a feeling. Though, it wasn’t completely foreign to her. She just couldn’t recall what it was that brought on such sadness before. Was it something she should bring to Aslan’s attention or was she merely being worried over nothing? Perhaps she should have awakened one of her siblings and talked it over with them. Or even Tumnus, if she could find him. He was likely in the woods as had become his custom once more after the snow had gone for good. It was her slight groan of frustration that got her to begin pacing away from the edge. “What do I do? Can anything even be done? I despise feeling like this and not knowing why.”

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prompt ⇢ “Keep your hands over your ears, do you understand me? Even when the noises stop. Don’t listen.”

Was it real or was it another hallucination? Katniss tried to focus on what she knew she experienced when she had trouble controlling the symptoms of her PTSD. Not feeling the ground under her feet when she walked. Hearing the voice of her father who was no where to be found. Hearing herself sing to Rue even though her mouth wasn’t moving. None of those things were present, she realized and yet she still wasn’t sure.

A steady thrum started up, too far away at first for Katniss to notice due to the damage caused to her hearing so many years ago. She needed to find Prim. That’s why she was here. Wasn’t it? The sound continued drawing closer until it was impossible for Katniss to think at all. The tension in her expression gave way to fear as she finally heard what was heading directly for her. Directly for them. The presence of another person startled her but she knew she didn’t have time to try and remember if they were on the same side or not. 

“Whatever you do, don’t listen to the Jabberjays. They’re designed to try and get inside our heads. Keep your ears covered and run. Go!”

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Kisses! Kisses! Kisses!

Starters that are all about kisses and those nice little intimate moments!

Feel free to edit however you see fit!

“Kiss me.”

“Your lips are so soft.”

“Do it again.”

“Just one more kiss… please.”

“I’ll kiss it all better.”

“This was my first kiss, you know…”

“May I kiss you?”

“We’re alone now. Come here.”

“Ouch! I didn’t mean for us to bump heads… I was trying to kiss you..”

“I love you, but for the love of god don’t interrupt me with a kiss!”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time.”

“Come closer.”

“It’s all for show. Let’s get it over with.”

“Oh shit, why did I enjoy that?”

“I don’t feel anything anymore when you kiss me..”

“This is just some silly dare. It won’t mean anything after.”

“That spark is still there.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“Kiss me you idiot!”

“Your kisses are the best!”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Ugh.. why do we always get interrupted?”

“I think this calls for a little us time.”

“Come on, let’s go some place private.”

“Wait, one more kiss before you go.”

“I hope this won’t be our last.”

“That was nice..”

“We should go somewhere more private.”

“Who cares if someone sees us?”

[sersi]

Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers in the Captain Carter Timeline and the Main Timeline

[billdecker]

Well, this one’s actually a true story, actually. It’s about my friend, Susan. Susan and I used to walk home together from school. She didn’t have a dad and her mum used to work late sometimes, so she used to have to let herself in. She had this little game she played with her doggy, you know, to let him know that it was her when she got home. She’d stick her hand in t’letterbox and he’d give it a lick, you know… Well… one day…

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STEVE R.

The burden of losing so many people wore heavily upon them both. Katniss plagued with her own loss, while Steve was plagued with his own as well. But, it wasn’t the only thing they had in common. They were both so much more than the traumas they had faced and been dealt. He took note of the look of surprise on her face as he mentioned the details about his parents, lips twitching slightly in response. While he had never gone fully into detail about the loss, he knew that she could tell. They both wore it clear on their faces, the looks of pure exhaustion. Though, he tried his best to make it something so openly known. “I wish I could really show you how small I used to be. I think you’d have find it pretty amusing. I wonder…” He seems to trail off, lost in his own thoughts.·“Back in New York, there’s a museum with an exhibit that shows off me and a bunch of the other guys I worked with during the war. Maybe there’s something like that somewhere around here…” Brows furrow slightly, but he changes the subject again.·“What about your parents? What were they like?”

Katniss smiled at Steve’s comment, though she knew she wouldn’t react the way he said. She understood what it was like to have the outward appearance match how dire things were. Winning the Games helped her fill out though it took a really long time, and even now she still suffered because of the stunted growth and lack of food as a child. “Who knows? Something like that might show up here someday the way the milk bottles did.” It wouldn’t make much sense to her if that actually happened but didn’t that fit with the idea of the entire town? Very little made sense here. Hence why she stuck so close to Steve after they met. He didn’t confuse her.

“My dad was from the Seam. My mom was from the slightly better part of where we lived, closer to the legitimate businesses. Her parents were the town healers. Similar to nurses mostly, though they did some things that doctors these days would because our entire District was really poor. None of the trained doctors wanted to work in a place where they couldn’t be paid. She heard my dad singing once and that was it for her. She loved him so much. When he was killed in the mine collapse, a pretty big part of her died with him. I grew resentful because she was our mom. She was supposed to take care of us, not the other way around. It wasn’t until the second Arena, when Peeta hit the force field and his heart stopped, that I finally understood what she went through all those years. The difference was I got Peeta back. She never got anymore time with my dad.’

‘I stopped shutting her out after that. She tried to do better herself. Even after Prim was- was killed, I could see how much she was hurting but she never let herself return to that state of going through life without any awareness of it. And now I’m here, I’m alive and well and I can’t let her know I’m okay. That she doesn’t have to worry about what happened to me. She’s completely alone now and I’m so afraid she won’t make it through this. She’s lost her entire family. All of her friends from our District were killed when the Capitol bombed it. Who does she have left?”

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Marvelously Majestic Man Crush Monday

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i shall return after i remember which play account i bought the crimson field on

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working out whether or not to add to my secondary list the prince from den lille havfrue but mixed with the d.sney version because the angst of having eric think everything’s okay only to find out the woman he loves had a completely different life than he remembers would be *chef’s kiss*

i have three two one options for casting. if i go with early 20s, bruce herbelin-earle. if i go with late 20s, tommy bastow. if i go with early 30s, richard rankin.