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she looks so fucking good in this skin 😭

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if she looked at me like this I’d die

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but i’m a cheerleader ! chapter i. don't be a dick

soccer player!ellie x cheerleader!reader

college smau. ellie williams hated your guts. at least, that’s what she told herself to keep from admitting she was completely in love with you.

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if i can’t have paloma sandoval and tucker pillsbury as besties she can okay

taglist !

@vahnilla @twopeoplee @elliecoochieeater @iheartclairo66 @smaugayra @thankynext @mascspleasegetmepregnant @machetegirl109

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sunrise on the reaping raises an incredibly important ethical question: how many generations does it take to erase history, to the point of blind, unquestioning acceptance?

i fear the answer is far fewer than any of us are comfortable with.

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Chinese artist Shou Xin creates the most wonderful cats with just a few pencil lines

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Effie is actually not fanservice because she is important to the theme of propaganda in SOTR

Effie is 100% brainwashed AND YET she still hasn't lost her humanity. She believes propaganda completely AND YET she doesn't use it as an excuse to abuse people. Throughout the book, the tributes are constantly dehumanised. But Effie doesn't treat Haymitch that way. She helps the team. She's there for him in the launch room- which Drusilla and so many Capitol citizens would never do.

So there really is no excuse for abusing people, not even "I was lied to" or "i thought i was in the right" or "I was fed propaganda"

You still choose how you interact with people around you and how you treat them.

Thanks for coming 2 my TED talk.

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Suzanne Collin’s just said fuck you to everyone who’s ever critiqued the Hunger Games as being a “teen girl saves the day” story. She said oh, Mockingjay didn’t make it clear enough? Here’s a book about how people have been rebelling for decades only to have their efforts suppressed and propagandized. Rebellion takes time and it takes failure and Katniss may have been the spark that ignited the wildfire but she did so standing atop the doused flames of everyone who came before her.

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what ellie’s like in a new relationship

synopsis: ellie is so sweet and so nervous I had sm fun writing this <3 a/n: don’t repost/republish anywhere.

her favourite pass time is drawing you, especially whenever you’re not looking.

when you’re riding on a bus sharing wired earbuds listening to a playlist you made.

while watching the passage outside she studies your facial features like it’s the most complex thing shes ever seen. because how is it even possible for a human to be this gorgeous?

she’ll look at the drawing, then your face, then back at the drawing again and frown. she finds it so hard to capture the way you look to her so she’ll often give up and just stare at you.

shy!gf ellie who loves physical touch but is unsure of how much you’re comfortable with so she’ll often settle for a gentle hand on your thigh or holding hands with you as she looks away so you don’t see her blush (she’s so cute).

shy!gf ellie who stills herself as much as physically possible whenever you fall asleep on her shoulder.

who’s in no rush for you to wake up even when her shoulder starts to hurt because she can smell your shampoo and you smell like strawberries.

she loves strawberries.

shy!gf ellie who loves to play games with you. who’s really competitive and prefers playing ranked matches but will tone it down for you. who often rages and cusses but ends up laughing and cheesing the whole time since you’re playing with her.

shy!gf ellie who often makes playlists for you. she puts a lot of thought into them so when she finds out you actually listen to them her heart swells.

shy!gf ellie who wants to take you out on a date but doesn’t really know what you like yet so she tries them all and sees how you react to each thing she does for you.

she picks you up from your place, gives you flowers, takes you to the movies then to a nice diner. afterwards she suggests going to an arcade but when you tell her you’re tired and would rather relax at her place she feels embarrassed that she wasn’t able to pick up on your exhaustion.

shy!gf ellie who manages to hug you from behind and wrap her arms around your waist. who buries her face into the crook of your neck even though her heart hammers against her chest. she prays to everything out there, that you don’t notice.

shy!gf ellie who learns to be comfortable and starts to kiss your neck while cuddling. who’ll trace her cool finger beneath your shirt.

shy!gf ellie who likes you so much she rants about you to her friends on and on. they roll their eyes because theres no way the person she’s dating is this amazing but she can’t tell you that herself. ellie protests in saying she tries but gets nervous and doesn’t want you to find her annoying.

shy!gf ellie who blushes like it’s nobodies business whenever you’re around.

shy!gf ellie who learns to cook after spending so much time with you. who’s started making your favourite meal for you every now and then whenever she goes to see you.

ellie who's even started spraying your perfume on her clothes so she can smell you whenever you’re not around because she’d rather that than ask to see you every second of the day and you find her clingy. ;(

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　　　୨୧　HOLD ME TIGHT.

　　𝑟𝑒́𝓈𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟 𖫲 ❛ holding her and kissing her beneath you ❜

사랑과 애정　──　 ellie williams ♡ 𝑓. reader ⟡ 3OO suggestive ﹗ kissing skinship ⋮ ૮◞ ◟𑁬 [ 𝑐𝗅𝑖𝑐𝗄 ]

your fingertips gently glided across ellie’s smooth, sensitive skin, a touch so soft yet filled with so much need. her quick, whiny breaths drew you in as you pinned her beneath your frame. you couldn’t help yourself as you pressed lingering kisses against her chest, feeling her heart quicken against your mouth.

a quiet moan escaped her, her eyes fluttering shut as your kisses slowly drifted up her throat, savouring the warmth of her skin. your grip on her wrists tightened, your teeth gently nipping at her neck. “fuck,” she let out in a breathy sigh.

a smile tugged on your lips, but you pulled back, the sudden withdrawal leaving ellie with a slight, disappointed huff as your body retreated almost entirely. her gaze returned to you, a view so truly beautiful, lust-drunk with the taste of her skin on your tongue. she sat up slightly, using her forearms to support her body with a smile on her lips as she tilted her head.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ hot,” you muttered before your mouth captured her’s, hands placed on her shoulders, pushing her back down. her lips were so soft against yours, the taste like nectar, sweet and addictive. you slid your hands from her shoulders to cradle her face as you pushed closer to her, angling yourself to deepen the kiss.

as your hot mouths pressed in unison, soft gasps escaping between each kiss, you felt the cold trace of ellie’s hands creeping up your shirt. she gently caressed the curves of your waist and hips, feeling the fabric of your shirt against her hands as her fingers dug into you.

you melded into her touch, body aching for her sweet caress as you roughly kissed her plush lips. you craved her more the longer you tasted her as your breath eluded you in the heat of the moment.

🧺　────　send an ask to be added to the taglist. i spent so long on this for no reason…

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Whatever keeps the fandom alive

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Bimbo reader x loser Abby or Ellie?

gyus why is this kinda .....

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Abby

-she'd defo be protective over you, especially because you're not all entirely there 24/7

-can get a little impatient, but for the most part takes the time to break stuff down so you understand it

-gets surprisingly flustered when you sit on her lap in those miniskirts you love oh so much

-loves to just carry you places; sometimes she won't even ask before picking you up and slinging you over her shoulder (making sure to cover your ass with her free hand ofc)

-gets all pouty when you take super long to get ready

-has a folder in her camera roll of just fit checks you send her

-learned latte art and does it in your morning coffee so you can post it on your insta story

-saves every link to online stores you send her in her notes app just in case she runs out of her own ideas for gifts

-gets all giddy when you squeeze on her muscles and tell her how strong she is

-has you sit on her back to do pushups in your living room, biting back a smile at your giggling

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Ellie

-literally will buy you whatever. look at it and it’s yours

-loves how your silk pjs feel, she’ll literally rub your back just to feel the material

-does your hair for you and helps you out if you’re taking too long to get ready

-gets on one knee in public to re-fasten or re-tie your shoes for you, patting her thigh so you can put your foot up

-loves watching you get your nails done, she’ll sit in on your appointments just to look over the process

-draws you everywhere and anywhere she can (including on her wall)

-pretends to hate it but lives for when you kiss her and get lipstick marks on her

-went on a picnic with you and spent the entire time staring at you like you personally planted every flower in the feild while you gossiped to her

-loves hearing your drama but will deny it sosososo hard

-has a pink and purple dino plushie she named after you that she sleeps with

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hey gysu so that fever actually kicked my ass and my writing was gibberish .... im back now tho !!!!!

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the way haymitch must have seen it as all his ghosts coming back to haunt him at once when katniss walked onto the train with the face of burdock and asterid, the pin of maysilee, the voice of lenore dove, and a background so devastatingly similar to his own. of course sweetheart slipped out. and of course he did everything he could to keep her alive

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songbird, mockingjay and dove

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sunrise on the reaping is just this onion headline over and over again:

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coffee shop fluff with ellie williams rahhh

pitter patter. the slosh of each step onto the sidewalk, the missteps into murky puddles during the drizzle, threatened to seep through your fuzzy socks and erase the last barrier between you and the storm above.  

the forecast had promised sunshine—what a load of shit that was. a pleasant excursion into town with your best friend ellie had turned into a zig-zagging mad dash between stops, making the chill vibes more fickle as you tried to have fun while evading a sniveling cold. the day still managed to be something close to perfect. because, at the end of it all, you were with ellie.

seeking some reprieve from the onslaught of trickling rain, you both slipped into an equally busy coffee shop. despite all the action, you sighed in relief as the inside brought a coziness the foggy, slate-grey spring weather had not granted. it was a steady crowd—everyone else must have had the same idea, trying to escape the lousy weather.  

“whatcha want?”  you asked ellie, who was raking a hand through her auburn hair, now darkened to a deep chestnut from the rain.

“anything but coffee.”  

“got it.”  

you took ellie’s entirely too vague order and stepped ahead to the counter, purchasing yourself a latte and ordering the barista’s special recommendation of tea for ellie.  

as you waited, elbow leaned against the corner of the countertop, your eyes wandered, quickly spotting ellie on the far side of the café. she’s holding what appears to be a comic, plucked from shelves that sat riddled with trinkets, purchasable knickknacks, and dime-a-dozen books.  you quietly head her way.

“did you find the one comic in this café?” you asked, leering over her shoulder, eyeing the yellowed pages ellie was flipping through.  

she snorted, barely sparing you a glance. “obviously.” she traded in the zine for her tea, taking it from you and blowing on the top to cool it down.   

you and ellie made your way to a small circular table near the windowsill, watching the droplets trickle down the glass. it was peaceful, even if you were both wet as stray dogs at this point of the day.  

“you know,” you started, initiating a random topic to keep the momentum going. “i don’t mind the city.”  

ellie shrugged. the city didn’t seem to bring the same twinkle to her eye as it did to you. she leaned back in her chair, tapping her fingers idly against the side of her cup.  

“eh. it’s a lot sometimes,” she admitted, “but… not bad if you know where to look.”  

you nodded. “exactly.”  

then you paused, sensing a layer underneath ellie’s words. your eyes narrowed mischievously as you leaned in slightly, like you were coaxing a secret out of her.  

“wait. do you have some mystery spots you haven’t told me about?”  

ellie shrugged again, her false coyness meant to taunt you, rile you up—her favorite pastime, it seemed. “dunno.”  

you groaned, blowing on your drink to soothe yourself, taking a small sip before really grilling her.  

“what are you talking about?”  

ellie hummed noncommittally, slowly swirling her cup in her hand, acting as though the conversation wasn’t all that interesting.  “wouldn’t you like to know.”  

“ellie, you fucking suck.”  

ellie merely smirked, clearly enjoying your weak attempt at prying an answer from her. she took a slow sip of her tea, looking entirely unbothered—maybe even a little smug—as you steeped in your frustration.  

“if we were dating, i’d take you to all the best places…” she mused, her inflection practically begging you to cling to and make a deal of her teasing words.  so you did. “what’s stopping you?” you fired back, playing along.  

in your pride, you caught the way ellie visibly stiffened, her lips pressed to the rim of her cup, frozen mid-sip as if she might choke on your reply.  

“…excuse me,” she muttered, a bit gruff, her eyes flicking toward you as if unsure whether to scoff or take you seriously.  

“you heard me.” you mirrored her energy, wiggling your brows, acting as if the rising tension wasn’t threading through your every last nerve. there had been plenty of cheeky flirts and lingering touches before this titular moment with ellie—she was your pretty best friend. you’d be ‘down’ if she asked. but the possibility had never been quite so direct as this.  

“mmmh, i’ll keep that in mind,” she replied, trying to sound stoic before finally taking that sip she wanted. you caught the quiver in her voice and the rose-petal blush on her cheeks, however, shining through the sheen of rain still clinging to her face and hair.  

“nice.” you grinned, pleased with her words. “when can we start?”  

“start what?”  “dating. so you can show me those so-called best places..duh.” ellie finally, actually choked on her tea.

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patterned palmistry ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x witch!reader headcanons/scenarios ༻ ☽𖤐☾

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

an: being the witchy little gremlin i am i just had to throw some hcs together for myself but ofc i'd share them here🙄ive been practicing witchcraft since i was 15 so it felt fitting to incorporate it whenever i brace my delusions at the bootycrack of midnight that r all abt ellie 💀 regardless this def isnt gonna be my only witchy hcs post i just didnt wanna spoil all my ideas right away <3 tags: MDNI, slight nsfw (no detailed smut), boob jokes, witchcraft (obv), tarot, palm reading, mostly convos, flirting, not mentioned in the writing but u 2 r alrdy dating, playful bickering, more natural casual writing with some bigger words, no specific religion tied to the practice, generally a fluff piece, lowk cute moments. °________________________⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆__________________________°

I. ☆ ellie definitely had a peak in curiosity the first time you mentioned you immerse yourself in the world of the craft, her ears perked figuratively and were tuned in to learn what that entails. she may not forfeit a nip of skepticism right away but she's more than happy to engross herself in the idea of it. you'd stay up till first light rambling on about the 'rituals', 'divination', the history tied to it and why you practice it. you'd be lying in bed adjacent to her, heavenward to the ceiling, but interwoven in a warm and loving cuddle with her palm residing on your lap whilst you chatted.

"mmmmh-" ellie's hum churns 'round your bedroom, "so that's why you collect rocks."

"crystals."

"same thing," she drones an inwardly giggle, "which crystal will give me superpowers?" a witty remark springs from her tongue.

"babe.." you pout, acting offended yet none is taken.

"didn't mean it like that, y'know I believe you, it's all just new to me." ellie tapes an assuring kiss to your temple, "tell me about your favorite crystals, hmm?" 

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II. ☆ now because of this, anytime you're out on patrol and delight the opportunity of scavenging, she always keeps in mind to find you flowers, rocks, unused candles and other oddities of nature.

"hey babe! I found a black candle for'ya." ellie bolstered a long glass cylinder filled with an opaque charcoal wax, wick still intact, "and- ..some wild lavender." her other arm swings from behind her back, twines of dusty purple lavender upheld in a pinch.

"fuck yeah, needed this stuff.." you graciously tweak the lavender from her, whiffing up its poignant scent.

"always on the lookout.." her voice resembles her proud countenance outwards, essentially, a dorky smirk.

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III. ☆ obviously, the second you mentioned the art of tarot to her, she begged for a reading. whenever a card flew from your shuffling motions, she'd patiently wait for you to place it before her and then she'd swipe it up and admire the art piece detailing the cardstock.

"whew! look at the boobs on this one!" 

"oh- my god, of course you'd point that out." you snatch the card from her, shamelessly ogling the nude depiction that had her attention.

"you're looking at them too!"

"cuz' you said something 'bout it!" you flick the card towards her face, noting, "those are some nice boobs though." 

"why thank you~" 

"wasn't talking about you, idiot!" 

"eh, but.. urs' are the best." her hoarse tone binds a nonchalant flirtiness in its rumble.

"oh really? should we compare the.. four?"

that really stole her attention.

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IV. ☆ the first time you entertained her with a palm reading, it had her all dappy and touched to the essence at the paltry contact you made with her hand. your fingerprints drafting her calloused palms with such a gentle focus on every river lining her hand. she just wanted to smother you with kisses.

"and… this is your heart line." your finger hovers the crevice of her palm-pads stretching from index to pinkie, "ah.. it's a broken one.."

"is that.. bad?" her juniper eyes study your expression meticulously.

"it just means u're closed off, stubborn, have some emotional trauma.. stuff like that." you mindlessly fiddle with her fingers, "lines can change though, so.."

she nods, taking in the insight. she licks her slightly chapped lips clean, "am I stubborn?" her voice rises partially an octave, bending playfulness in her question.

"mm.. no."

"why'd you hesitate?"

"well- the only times ur' stubborn is refusing to let go whenever you hug me- ur' a life-size sloth!" 

"I like huggin' you though." a puppy pout frowns on her lips, "you're like a pillow!"

and oh, how your heart capers a beat, "is that all I am, williams?"

her swift speech conjuncts, "whaddid' I say about that name?!"

"I don't know, I think you like it." 

"nuh-uh I don't!"

you pepper a haste kiss to her knuckles still forcepped in your clasp, totally deterring the crime you've just committed when a half impish half taken aback smile creaks her lips.

"c'mere." vaults from her tongue before she lunges her body forward and tackles you in a saucy position riddled with love bites. guess you'll be reading her palms in a different way tonight.

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in general; she's a curious dork n will ask you oh so many questions, i mean, she loves space and a futuristic sci-fi comic for crying out loud, she's alrdy so imaginative so ofc she'd be open to a realistic amount. she'd also be so respectful and helpful n defend ur practice with so much love. maybe she'd pick up some little traditions and customs like folding letters a specific amount of times, drawing little pentacles, mixing liquid in specific directions, just the simple things that grow on her.