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this is a reminder to myself to make an edit for annie and finnick using 'when the day met the night' because this here:

that's them, your honor

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i swear, i about had a heart attack thinking i locked myself out of this account since i couldn't remember the email. i struggled for a solid 20 minutes😔

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NATEWYN in 2x05: SIMON SAYS HO HO HO!

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I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

“how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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hey beebs! i just want to put out an fyi to some newer folks who have started following me that this blog has low activity for a reason. i work a full time job and on top of that, i’m a very busy in my personal life and often have very little energy at the end of the day. that means i could go days or even weeks without posting things. and i’m not gonna be pressured into being here when i’m not feeling up to it

if this is going to be an issue for anyone, then i implore you to unfollow me now. i just don’t want there to be any hurt feelings if it takes me forever to write

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unbeaten by the rain, unbeaten by the wind, bested by neither snow nor summer heat; strong of body, free of desire- never angry, always smiling quietly- shedding tears in time of drought, wandering at a loss during the cold summer, called useless by all, neither praised nor a bother: such is the person i- / #ohkraken

ind. & sel. multifandom multimuse ft. uno. rescued by sena

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not to get sappy on main, but being on this blog again and having my friends around is bringing back so many memories. my time in the rpc has been an absolute shitshow. seriously, there's been a lot of ups and downs. but you know what? i've met so many amazing people i'm honored to call a friend and i wouldn't trade that for anything else in the world 🥺

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Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire

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You know, Mary Ann’s been cooking for me a lot. Every night she makes me dinner, almost every night. She’s very talented. And she’s got a really good way with words. 

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i'm looking at finnick odair, i'm cupping his cheeks and smooching him on the forehead because god damn, did he go through a lot of shit

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❝ i want to age like sea glass; smoothed by tides, but not broken. i want my hard edges to soften. i want to ride the waves & go with the flow. i want to catch a wave & let it carry me to where i belong ❞

independent & canon divergent annie cresta from the hunger games series. low activity and private, written by lumiya ( 25, she / they )!

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i'm still trying to put together a carrd for annie, but here's some things about her childhood / background while it's a wip:

she's the eldest daughter of two, and a year and a half older than her sister, lilah. the two girls grew up in a loving, yet stern household. their dad, louis, was very protective of them and made sure they would always be able to stand tall and protect themselves -- even if the ways he went about that have annie at odds as an adult

while her dad was a fisherman who taught her to fish and sail, her mom, claudia foster, was a seamstress who annie got her creative hobbies from. claudia was very eccentric and in fact, even after 15 years together and a very successful partnership, turned down every marriage proposal louis ever attempted. ' why do we need a ring and papers to show that we love each other? ' was a phrase annie and lilah heard very often

even though district four's a lot better off than the outer districts, annie and her family still grew up very poor and lived paycheck to paycheck for all of annie's childhood. both of her parents worked hard to keep food on the table and the lights on in their little home near the beach

opposite from her quiet nature as an adult, annie was once a spitfire of a girl: the perfect blend of her father's stubbornness and bluntness, and her mother's free spirited nature. she never knew fear, always jumping headstrong towards people and the unknown -- even if they could get her hurt ( a lesson she learned the hard way at 13 when she decided to go cliff jumping with friends without checking the waters below first )

when she was old enough to start going to school, she was enrolled in career training and eventually transferred to district four's career academy. even though it's common in the other career districts for tributes to be hand picked by mentors in the academy, district four is unique in where it swings from year to year due to enrollment in the academy. some years, there's a lot of volunteers. other years, there's none at all, which is why four still relies on the lottery system

the year of the 70th games, there were 2 girls and 3 boys ready to volunteer. annie volunteered for a 13 year old girl whose look of fear pulled on her heartstrings, even though the other girl she trained with at the academy was supposed to volunteer. she ended up joining her long time friend, ronan kiersey, for the games. and well... the rest is history

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the national, trouble will find me | lyric starters feel free to change pronouns as preferred. warning for mentions of drugs, alcohol, and death.

you should know me better than that.

you’re not that much like me.

i should know you better than that.

i get this sudden sinking feeling.

never kept me up before, now I’ve been awake for days.

i’m going through an awkward phase.

i am secretly in love with everyone that i grew up with.

can i stay here? i can sleep on the floor.

i don’t see what’s strange about this.

everything i love is on the table.

i’m tired, i’m freezing, i’m dumb.

when it gets so late i forget everyone.

i need somewhere to stay.

don’t think anybody i know is awake.

you keep a lot of secrets.

nothing breaks your heart.

what am i supposed to say?

if i stay here, trouble will find me.

if i stay here, i’ll never leave.

i’ll always think of you.

but they say love is a virtue, don’t they?

tell me how to reach you.

i could walk out, but i won’t.

if you lose me, i’m gonna die.

i wish everybody knew what’s so great about you.

i said i wouldn’t get sucked in.

oh, don’t tell anyone i’m here.

i got tylenol and beer.

i was thinking that you’d call somebody closer to you.

you’re the only thing i want.

and i said i wouldn’t cry about it.

baby, you gave me bad ideas.

baby, you left me sad and high.

is it weird to be back in the south?

i won’t need any help to be lonely when you leave me.

i can’t blame you for losing your mind for a little while.

i didn’t understand then, i don’t understand now.

i didn’t ask for this pain it just came over me.

i just turn around and there you are.

i was just getting used to living life without you around.

if i tried you’d probably be hard to find.

there’s a lot i’ve not forgotten, i let go of other things.

i’m not holding out for you.

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i love miss annie cresta and the way she defiantly lives her life to the fullest ( even if it’s rough along the way ). her mental illness can be debilitating at times, but it can’t snuff out her fire. her warmth is contagious to anyone she comes in contact with. she’s not afraid to live, to love, to make memories knowing that she’s doing so in spite of a government that wishes to break her and use her. and by the end of the series, she finds joy in knowing that she and finnick are living the life that snow and the capital actively tried to keep them from: married, children of their own, a peaceful life back home, hope for the future

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head empty, except for thoughts about miss annie cresta and how she's so kind and resilient and unafraid to be herself, regardless of how people perceive her.

she's not the same person she was before her games. that spitfire of a girl is never going to return home. the arena breaks everyone that dares survive it... but that hasn't stopped her from learning who she is now. it hasn't been easy and there's still a long road ahead, but she's started learning to live with her grief and mental illness ( in spite of the people that wish to use it against her ). they're a piece of her and she sees no reason to be ashamed of that.

it's one of the reasons why she's such a warm presence and why she seems to pull people toward her without even trying. she can't fix others, but what she can do is support them while they grow and learn to heal their wounds themselves.

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NEW AMSTERDAM | The Crossover (4.12)