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no thoughts head empty only permets-tu?

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Everlark One Shot

I wrote a little blurb about Katniss and Peeta making their memory book and wanted to share bc they are just so precious to me. Hope y’all like it! 

He writes about me, describing things I didn’t even notice about myself: how my eyebrows furrow, how I sing to myself, how I look around when I’m afraid or tense. I make him come to life on the pages, describing how he smiles sideways, the dimples on his chin and cheek, the way he fiddles with things when he’s talking. 

Some may call it narcissistic to dedicate pages to ourselves, but when we’re gone, we want to be immortalized in the manner everyone else in this book is: by someone we loved. Not by the history books, where we will be victors and rebels and revolutionaries, not by the gossip, where we are lovers who happened to be fighters, but as us, Katniss and Peeta. Lovers of sunsets and songs, holders of stories, two people who lived and loved and persevered. 

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ok but yes i need this

I'd actually enjoy if the show let Alina kill him, guided by a false belief that she's defeating the greatest evil - only to see that her own people have lost the only protection they had, the only person actually fighting for Grisha, that they're still persecuted, and that she has become the heretic. And then, instead of losing powers and fucking off to a Meadow of Insignificance, let her revive him so that they could make their people safe.

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here is where we lived and here is how we loved and here are the floorboards that wore thin with our dancing

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Attended a powerpoint party last night and I thought I’d share my Hot Takes with you all

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i think the most relatable thing in schmigadoon is mel absolutely losing her mind over aaron tveit. me effing too, girl.

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aaron tveit nation how are we feeling today???

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The room had cleared out, leaving Jason and Reyna alone. Him bent over her, her forehead covered with a sheen of sweat brow furrowed with pain, bandages abandoned on the bedside table.

“Gods Jason, I’m just so tired.” Reyna said into his shoulder. She took a shaky breath and pulled away from him.

“I know Rey, I know.” He responded.

“And it fucking hurts. It just won’t stop hurting.” She took another breath, each one a struggle.

“Take a break.” He said.

“I can’t.” Jason opened his mouth to reply, but registered her voice, the don’t push me Jason, I don’t have the energy to push back voice and closed his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I’m sorry, I’m trying.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay we’ll figure it out. We’ll just-“ He sighed. “We’ll just bandage it again, and get some ambrosia in you, and you’ll be okay. Okay?”

“Okay.” She whispered. He grabbed her face in his hands and pressed his forehead to hers. She grabbed his wrists and held him there for a second, following his eyes as they went from the bruises on her neck to the burn and scrapes on her shoulder to the gash on her bicep. It was deeper than she cared to admit.

“Looks like I’ll just have to be left handed for the day.” She said with a wry chuckle as she pulled away from him.

“Looks like it.” He echoed bitterly.

She laid a hand on his arm. “Cover for me out there?” She asked as if there was a chance in hell that he’d say no.

“Always.” He replied

“My saving grace.”

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shut up i’m manifesting aaron tveits barrington stage concert being recorded as a live album

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aaron tveits rent must be due or something because he is staying booked and busy.

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We didn’t say it for a long time. The words never found the right shape in our mouths, but we knew. Perhaps I was afraid that if I said it, I wouldn’t be able to take it back. The games were over, there was no more façade to hide behind. No more false firsts and second chances. Still, it followed us everywhere. It hung on our clothes, was heard in the silences in between, lingered on the walls of every room we entered. Real or not real?

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lets destigmatize being the toxic one in a situationship!!!

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i unironically have the biggest crush on danny gonzalez. he is so effing gorgeous.

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normalize not criticizing things!!!

people are putting that they’re critical of their interests in their byfs now? jesus fuck. well i am not critical of my interests if ive ever said anything positive about a piece of media ever it’s because i condone everything that happened in the book and i personally agree with the author and also i REALLY love sexism

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my personal brand is performing an oscar worthy performance of “this is the hour” from miss saigon every single time i am in the car. 

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brb heading to go shake my ass for half of washington heights so anthony ramos will yell at me and call me a slut. 

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society has moved past the need to feel ashamed of being obsessed with broadway musicals.