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[allisluv]

i’m almost finished planning my book, right, and the absolute effort i’m going through to figure out how a fucking college timetable works is killing me off. like you have electives and mandatory requirements like college algebra and college writing and THEN you’ve got the actual course classes like why did i do this to myself? what in gods name possessed me to choose a fucking COLLEGE as the setting? 💔💔 (on a real note, i think i have the bones of it finished right now but i have more outlining to do and then i can finally actually start writing) (i just like complaining) (this is where i have been but trust i’m working on a finnick blurb too)

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NO

okay guys new fic tomorrow swear by it (if @allisluv doesn’t post another sad edit….)

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THATS BESIDES THE POINT

okay guys new fic tomorrow swear by it (if @allisluv doesn’t post another sad edit….)

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WHAT WHY I DIDNT POST ANYTHING SAD

okay guys new fic tomorrow swear by it (if @allisluv doesn’t post another sad edit….)

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sigh looks like i've been put on probation until tomorrow. thank me later guys, i'm taking one for the team here (/lh)

okay guys new fic tomorrow swear by it (if @allisluv doesn’t post another sad edit….)

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omg suki, feels like no one knows her

suki waterhouse is a goddess that deserves more hype (but not more than me, i'll still always be her no1 fan trust /lh)

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ah nooooo!! i hope everything goes well!! <33

welcome back!!! how are u? 🤍

hi addie, thank you so much! i'm good, just been kind of floating thru life lately but trying to get back into the swing of things! how are you? <3

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I never sent another response did I? It's the same anon who asked how to get started like 2 months ago? I'd say.

Great advice, I haven't written much but I do have a hell of a time with my few mutuals. Thank you!

i'm two months late responding to this so you're all good lovely haha! i'm glad you're having fun with mutuals! some of the best people i've ever spoken to are people i've met online honestly. keep at it with ur writing, i know we would love to have more writers out there if you'd ever feel comfy sharing! <3

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Was gonna ask how you NEVER seem to get burnt out with writing cause you write A LOT!! I get burnt out looking at your ask lists😂🫶🏼

girrrl i think you cursed me with this ask (/j) 😭 no but on a real note, i truly do get burnt out at times, which is why everyone's patience is such a blessing to me! usually i swap between projects (my novel i'm working on, tumblr asks, things just for myself, editing etc) because i nearly always need to have some creative outlet or i go insane lol. i try not to push myself to stay with one specific thing unless i get fed up of it, which is both a blessing and a curse haha! <3

[allisluv]

Here’s a scattered piece I wrote just now that I want to release from my mind and know that someone will receive it.

Fears get louder in the dark, I’ve heard. And tonight they’ve proved me right. I’ve felt this loneliness for weeks now, since the beginning of June. Some days I was okay to be alone, other days I had just enough company to keep the feeling at bay. Tonight it seems that I’ve finally caved. I find myself stuck in limbo. If I’m sad, why not sleep the tears away? Because it would only travel me faster to the day, where the feeling lasts much longer. I wish I was busy along with stressed that way I could hide from misery. When things happen to me, when I have thoughts, when I do new things, I realize that I don’t exactly have a special person to share with. So lately I’ve began telling myself, “It’ll be a secret. Secrets are fun, and special, and mysterious.” I almost feel like a kid with an imaginary friend, except I haven’t got one of those either. I’ve been in this unsteady, empty position before where your friend is not really your friend but you’re holding on until you find someone better, or they let go first. But that was years ago and I didn’t think to leave a list of instructions. Besides, I’m older and it’s summer break so this second round is gonna be harder, list or no list. I don’t know where I’m trying to take this. It is midnight and the number one rule I have for myself is to never trust what I have to say about my life when it’s after 9pm (but see I thought this was an exception). Maybe I’ll move on in a few hours now that I’ve grabbed the thoughts from my head and slapped them on down here. Maybe I’ll hang out with someone in the next few days and realize I was being dramatic

#waitingdrivesyoucrazy

i'm only now getting around to reading this, but nonnie thank you so much for sharing this with me. it truly means a lot that you shared it with me. your writing is beautiful to the point where i know exactly what feeling you are trying to describe. if you ever need someone to talk to, my inbox or dms are open! <3

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LG PLAYING WITH YOUR HAIR AFTER AN EXAM AND SINGING U TO SLEEP

huffing and puffing.

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

content warnings: pre-established relationship, reader's exam didn't go great so she's slightly upset but nothing too angsty dw, lucy gray rambles like her life depends on it, kisses, teasing, fluff, not edited!

word count: 1.0k

a/n: hello!! this is my first time writing anything in three months, so please be gentle as i try to reacquaint myself with characters and my writing style in general this was a good one to get me back into it honestly so i hope you like it! i wasn't sure how to end it but you know what, i'm proud of myself for even writing at all so that's a win in my books lol <3 --- please reblog to support your writers!!

Your tote bag hits the hallway carpet with an unceremonious thump that makes Lucy Gray glance up from where she's criss-cross apple-sauce on the sofa, tongue stuck out in concentration as she tries to wrestle her guitar back into tune.

She's about to call out to you when she hears the stomping of boots through the cottage, and that in itself tells her that your exam more than likely didn't go as well as you had anticipated.

As if on cue, the door separating the living room from the hall swings open hard enough to crack the plaster when it bangs off the wall. She doesn't bat a lid when you throw yourself onto the sofa beside her, or when you spread out like a starfish, limbs stretched far and wide in a way that can hardly be comfortable.

Propping her guitar up against the coffee table, she carefully reaches out and smooths a hand through your hair, fingers threading gently in case touch is something you can't handle right now.

When you don't move to pull away, and instead nuzzle into her touch with a soft, sleepy sigh, she takes it as a good sign. "Not go too well, huh?" She murmurs, conscious of keeping her voice low.

You let out a grumbled huff in response and she bites her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

Well, that's a definite no if she's ever heard one.

"You know, you sound like a grumpy cat when you do that," She says, partially because it's true and partially because it will coax an answer out of you (even if it is a stubborn one).

As expected, you shift on the sofa, just enough to prop your chin up in your palm, elbow tilted at an odd angle as you support yourself. "I do not."

She lifts one shoulder half-heartedly, as if your reply is simply proving her point. "Could'a fooled me, darlin'. We used to have a cat a couple'a years back, one Tam Amber brought back after a day at the Meadow. We didn't even know he had it until we got back to the cottage and by the time we figured it out, it was his."

You arch a brow, wriggling on the sofa so you can sit up properly and then wrapping an arm loosely around your knee. "How on god's green earth did he get it back to the cottage without no one noticing?" You frown, already absorbed in the story, which is a good thing because it means it's out of your head. "That must've been, what, ten miles?"

"And the rest," Lucy Gray chuckles, hand draping over the back of the sofa to trace shapes on the skin of your shoulder where your shirt has slipped. "He'd smuggled it into the picnic basket."

"Was it not meowing?"

"Course it was. He just happened to have a very convenient cough an' sneeze that day, 'specially every time we heard anythin'." Her lips turn upwards into a smile. "Anyway, we had to keep it-- Tam Amber nearly collapsed when we suggested otherwise. He called it Fluffy. Couldn't tell ya why, the thing had no bleedin' fur and was covered in fleas and mites."

You roll your eyes fondly, but you're grinning, and she takes pride in knowing that she's alleviating some of your stress. "I don't get how I'm like this cat," You point out. "You didn't smuggle me home in a picnic basket and I don't have fleas or mites."

"You sure about that?"

"Oi!"

"I'm kiddin', sugar," She cackles, dodging the pillow you playfully slap her with. She waits until she's out of the firing line before continuing. "I wasn't sayin' that. Just meant that all that huffin' and puffin' there reminded me of Fluffy when you tried to move him away from the fire to add some more blocks."

You blow out a sigh with another roll of your eyes. "Seriously? That was the moral of your story?"

"Uh-huh."

"Great." You deadpan before offering her a glare that holds no real heat behind it. "And, for the record, I do not huff or puff, thank you very much."

"Mhm. You sure about that?"

She arches a brow and you wither under that stare. Its the same stare she uses when patrons at the Hob refuse to pay the full amount (and then end up paying double just from that look alone).

"Okay, maybe I do a little bit of huffing and puffing, but so what?" You groan, throwing your head back against the cushions.

Lucy Gray snorts indignantly and leans over to kiss your cheek. "You are such a drama queen." She murmurs against your warm skin.

That would've been an insult coming from anyone else, but from her, it's the highest compliment, which is why you don't fight her on that one.

Well, that, and you can't really argue the truth.

She pulls away and reaches for her guitar again, making sure to keep her tone light when she asks, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

You swivel your head to one side so you can see her face, watching as she balances a guitar pick in-between her straight teeth. "The exam?" She hums around the pick. "Not really. It just-- like, nothing I studied came up."

"That sucks." She offers sympathetically, and you feel comforted that she doesn't try to fix it right off the bat. She's just listening, and that's more than enough for now. "But you tried your best, and you can't do much more than that. No use beatin' yourself up over it now. You ain't gotta time machine, sugar. If I did, I'd've went back and checked that damn picnic basket."

A laugh bubbles out of you as you lay your head in her colourful skirt. She cradles her guitar away from you so that you can lay comfortably and strums a tune that has no real direction behind it.

The two of you stay like that until your eyes start to grow heavy with exhaustion, lids sticking and unsticking as they open and close. "Can you sing me something?" You mumble around a yawn.

"Mhm. Any preferences?" She teases gently.

"Anything. Just wanna hear your voice."

Her heart skips a beat in her chest, and she brings your knuckles to her lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin there. "Yeah. Alright."

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HI GRACE

HI ISABELA! HOW ARE YOU LOVELY? <3

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IM SO HAPPY UR HERE AGAIN U ARE MY FAVE TUMBLR ACCOUNT EVER

thank you so much! it feels good to be back! thank you all for sticking with me! :)))

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I also missed u alot like so much 🩷🩷🩷 like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG

i missed our yaps!!! <3

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YOURE BACK!!! (Dos a lil tapdance)

hi hi hi!! i missed you all! 💃💃

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Given Katniss's desire to kill Snow and avoidance of Peeta after their cafeteria interaction, would she find comfort and validation if Peeta agreed his past self was gone?

ugh anon this physically pained me to think about, but let's break it down:

katniss' way of thinking is very complex-- in some instances, its black and white, very "there is a right answer and a wrong answer here" and in other instances, she can find a middle ground when it just can't be explained or justified or fit into a tidy box with a bow.

in my opinion this would fall into a murky grey area. it'd be a relief in some regard for peeta to acknowledge that he wont ever be the same person he was before the hijacking. it lets her feel justified for having a certain level of contempt towards him and it eases the guilt she has for feeling that way because even though she knows it is not his fault, she still is angry with him (and i think this would have more to do with needing something outside of herself to be angry with, because that way, she can take it out on something, subconsciously or otherwise, and she doesn't have to sit and stew with it). but on the other hand, it hurts that peeta's acknowledging it. if he buried his head in the sand, she would be able to delude herself into believing that her peeta was still in there, that he could get better and everything could go back to normal -- or their normal, at least.

all in all, she would feel comforted that he's being honest. it means they can find a way forward, or at least try to. but it also makes her chest ache, 'cause that's the moment when she realises that nothing is ever going to be the same again, whether she kills snow and ends the games or not. it's when she realises that the peeta who entered the arena with her did not come back out and the chances of finding him again are slim to none :(((

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Do you write Lenore dove stuff? 🤭

hi spark! i fear i have a confession... i still haven't finished sunrise on the reaping and YES i know im behind and YES i know everyone else has and YES i have a lot of it spoiled but i got busy okay 💔 so it is for that reason that i'm going to say no as of right not but only because i dont want to do her character injustice! i'm going to lock in and finish it by the start of september hopefully so i'll let you know when i am -- and i will be because what i've seen from her so far is so good!