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first and foremost i am a brown eyes enthusiast.

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SEPH OMG I MISSED U IM HERE AND MY NEW BRAIN WORMS ARE TED NIVISON AND HARVEY FROM SDV !!!!!! anyways hi how're youuuu

IM OKAY HI!!! I MISSED U TOO, IVE BEEN MAINLY FOCUSING ON DAISY JONES & THE SIX AND FINNICK ODAIR ON MY BLOG AT THE MOMENT!!

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requests are wide open right now. I want to write, specifically about Finnick. Send something in!!

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I love Shelby so much.

Literally the definition of a sunlight coded human being.

Should I turn this into a Shelby page??

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love love love

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Well I think I'm gonna be sick

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I’m literally reading the book as we speak, I started it today and when I tell you I SQUEALED when Karen Sirko was first mentioned (she’s my wife)

OMG YOU'RE BACK HOW'RE YOU? XX

I’ve been better but my copy of Daisy Jones & the Six came today and I’m literally buzzing to read it so I’ll say I’m pretty okay 🤍

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OMG YOU'RE BACK HOW'RE YOU? XX

I’ve been better but my copy of Daisy Jones & the Six came today and I’m literally buzzing to read it so I’ll say I’m pretty okay 🤍

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“I’m them!”

“I’m him!”

I’m her.

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Fix him up - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

short and shit blurb but couldn’t stop thinking about our poor, sweet boy Finnick.

Finnick Odair should be used to this by now. He should no longer have to bite back a scowl as various women run their hands down his biceps greedily, and he can’t tell what’s more offensive; their talon-like nails on his skin or the nauseatingly flashy colours that adorn the womens’ attire. Snow would tell Finnick that it’s an easy job to clench his jaw, and his fist that holds his putrid-smelling glass of god knows what, and get on with it. To that Finnick would only have one reply; you do it then. It’s all he can do to fix his eyes to a blank spot in the wall and cloud his mind with images of his sweet girl. Of her teeth bared into a garish smile, of the way the soft skin around her eyes crinkles when he says something funny, of the feeling of her small hand caressing the side of his face. The contrast between the cold, predatory fingertips on his arms now and the warm, gentle touch of his love made him sick enough to place down that wretched drink and remove himself from the gaggle of women with a forced, yet polite enough, smile. It went this way every single time. Finnick would dread receiving those pearly white envelopes, somehow always sickly-smelling as if they’d been written in a garden of roses, that would invite him to yet another stupidly fancy Capitol party. He’d then be dressed up like a doll, tugged and shoved, only to thrown to the wolves that were the capitol citizens, probably married women already circling him like vultures.

Finnick couldn’t have been more glad to have been so close to home; so close to the safety of his sweet girl’s arms and her softly-spoken words as she doted on him. She always doted on him after he returned to the capitol; and god, was he grateful for it. He closes the front door behind him as quietly as he possibly could, his love might have been asleep considering the preposterous time his capitol-issued driver had him home by. His mind didn’t get to linger on this for too long as she was already padding over to greet him at the door. Her face was bare of any makeup, dressed in her simple night clothes and her hair messily thrown behind her shoulders but Finnick’s heart still swelled at the sight of his lovely girl all sleepy and sweet in front of him. “Hi, Finn,” The woman’s voice was quiet, with an unmistakable tone of sympathy. Finnick’s watercolour eyes welled up with tears as he stared at her. His kind, understanding, patient girl. Before he can turn away and hide the tears, she’s wrapping her arms around him, whispering a mantra of reassurance in his ears, weaving her hand into the bronzed hair at the back of his head soothingly as he sobs. “Oh Finn, you deserve the world and more, lovely boy” and just like that, Finnick feels his dulled and cracked heart begin to fix itself under her magic love, just like he felt countless times when she held his shuddering frame in the entryway, deep into the black hours of the morning. Finnick Odair knew his sweet girl would always fix him up.

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Show my love for you.

How do they show they love you?

Finnick Odair is a playful lover. You know he loves you through the way he splashes you in the ocean, the way he play fights with you on the beach and the way he picks you up over his shoulder. Despite this, he can be extraordinarily sweet and caring. He shows his love predominantly through the things he calls you. Whether it’s something silly and random like “my shark” (Finnick giggles at this one every time he says it) or something more intimate like “my sweet girl”, best believe you barely hear your real name escape his lips.

Katniss Everdeen is an awkward lover, but don’t you doubt that she loves you all the same. She’s bashful and clumsy with her love, stumbling over words and ruby red blush. Katniss shows her love through lingering touches where she can reach, whether it’s your hips or your face, best believe her hands are present.

Peeta Mellark is a poetic lover. He leaves you decently lengthy letters and notes (essays, really) anywhere that he’s confident you’ll find. He shows his love through carefully picked, yet mindlessly flowing words spoken in the dead of night, whether it’s when you two are curled up in bed or twirling around the kitchen, eager from the smell of fresh bread.

Lucy Gray Baird is a thoughtful lover. You know she loves you from the messages sung in her honey-thick voice, from the lingering looks and smiles she flashes you from the stage. I think she’s quite a secretive person, so she unknowingly shows she loves you by letting you in on vague meanings of her lyrics, or taking you to the lake, introducing you to the covey: her dear family who she holds so close to her heart.

Johanna Mason is a protective lover. She shows her love through an arm wrapped around your waist when someone acts too eager with you, or through a blunt “who do I have to kill?” when you look even the slightest bit bothered. She may have a harder heart than most, but god does it soften for you. Not that she would ever tell you that, of course.

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WHATS HAPPENED FILL ME IN PLS

Hi Connor it’s Seph 💝 I’ve been trying to get back on my tumblr grind lately and wanted to pop in and say I hope you’ve been well and I’ve missed you

SEPHHH OMG I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HIIIIIII!!!! you've missed like three whole ass shit shows just this weekend please save me

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you should totally write finnick angst!!!! Idk if this makes sense but maybe you can write about how the reader was taken to the capitol along with peeta and johanna and when she comes back she’s terrified of finnick because she was shown and told that he was dead

Reader has trouble distinguishing what’s real and what’s not since she was told everyone in 13 was dead

But Finnick does everything he can to help her and eventually gets her back

I HOPE IT MAKES SENSE ITS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR A WHILEEE

Also you are amazing 🫶🫶

Love you better - Finnick Odair x fem!reader

summary: reader is rescued from the Capitol and brought to district 13, where Finnick lies in waiting to welcome his love back in his arms, only her mind is warped and washed and Finnick must fight to keep her.

Finnick Odair who is down in the weapons defence unit, assisting Beetee with designing a new trident when he catches word of a rescue party returning from the Capitol. Of course his brain scrambles to his love. His poor, sweet love who he let out of his sight in what he, at the time, had no idea would be the last hour of the 75th Hunger Games. When he had woken up in the hovercraft, aching all over from the electric volts, he had a bittersweet feeling nesting in his chest. Everything had gone to plan, right? But no… something was wrong. He remembered his eyes darting around the hovercraft, searching desperately for her. But his sweet girl was not here, and sitting down with Haymitch and Plutarch only confirmed his worst suspicions. The Capitol had her, she was not safe, and even worse he felt an inescapable guilt. This was his fault. Snow had taken her to use as leverage against him, he knew it. He had lost track of the days since he had lost her, lost track of the tears and the amount of times he thought of his lovely girl. His mind had drowned in a haze of the colour of her eyes and the little knots he made in pieces of rope; he made sure there was no room for anything else.

He blinked back into reality when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder; spinning around, he’s greeted once again with Haymitch. The uncharacteristically sober man is sporting a half-smile, something that clears Finnick’s mind slightly. Surely if Haymitch is glad, it can’t be bad news? “She’s safe, she’s alive,” Haymitch’s tone is decisive as if he’s picking his words carefully, stepping on eggshells to avoid Finnick’s newfound distress. “I thought you’d want to see her.” The bronze-haired man finds himself nodding frantically before Haymitch’s gruff voice even finishes his suggestion. Within seconds, he’s panting outside of District Thirteen’s medical unit. He stood straight for a while, chest rising and falling rapidly as he prepares himself for the moments to come. Would she run into his arms? Cower away from him? He hoped not. He thought his heart would break at the sight. He pushes through the doors before he can double think it, doctors recognising him and leading him to one of the private, solitary rooms. This was it. His sweet girl was in here, either eager to see him or broken and disheartened by the Capitol. Finnick took a deep breath and pushed the door open, stepping inside as quietly as he could, and closing the heavy door. She looked terrible. His gorgeous girl with her radiant skin, bright eyes and vibrant laugh barely looked like herself anymore. Her face was almost gaunt, and her skin draped along her, now, prominent cheekbones. She looked up at him, those eyes he loved so very much miserable but with a certain curiosity that made him hope that what they had between them could still be salvaged. The Capitol hadn’t ruined them yet.

A soft and meek voice spoke up, dull eyes analysing him carefully. “…Finnick,” His lips curl up at the sound of his name. God, how he had missed hearing his boring old name pouring like honey from those lovely lips. He took another deep breath, desperate to not scare her into retreat. “hi, honey.” Finnick spoke carefully, his tone gentle as he stood still, the doctors who had consulted him earlier had advised him to make minimum movement as to not distress her further. She stared at him silently for a second, hesitating as her pretty eyebrows furrowed. “I thought you were dead,” it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. Hadn’t anyone thought to let her know that he was alive and well? He grimaced at her sadly, he had no idea what to say to her. Finnick had planned out their reunion thousands of times in his head over the past couple of months, and yet here she was, sat right in front of him, and he was at a loss for words. He took a few moments to pick out his words, trying to get his point across as simply as he could without confusing her pretty little head further. The man felt his heart swell with all the yearning he had endured for her recently as she reached out for him, wanting nothing but the comfort of his touch. Finnick stepped forward carefully, taking her outstretched hand in his as he stood near the side of the uncomfortable bed. She mumbled to herself, unknowingly breaking his heart as she did. “S’confused, Finnick. Had no idea whether you were alive, all I wanted was to see you.” He squeezed her hand at her confession, wanting nothing more than to soothe her lost mind. All these months he had been so angry at the Capitol for taking his sweet girl from him. Finnick was not angry now, he knew anger had no use. He had to be tender with his love, patient especially when she could not decipher the truth.

He sat down beside her gently, still holding onto her cold hand. She brought her knees up to her chest, gazing at him as if he was the only one who could rehang the stars for her. Finnick rubbed a comforting thumb across her knuckles murmuring sweet phrases of reassurance. “You’re alright now, sweet girl, I’m gonna get you well again” he meant it. He was willing to do anything to make sure that his lovely girl would go back to the sunshine she had once been. Finnick would stand with her through what was the truth and what was the capitol’s truth, sorting through her tampered memories tirelessly. She surged forward, embracing him tightly, saying a million things and yet nothing at the same time. The embrace meant trust, meant vulnerability but at the same time he knew that it would take time to work through this, time that he was willing to put in. He snaked his arms tightly around her waist, supporting her in a fragile moment that Finnick would not let the Capitol take from them. “We’ll get you better, sweetheart. No matter what it takes” yes, he was going to fix this for her. He was going to make sure his sweet girl could bare her teeth in every smile yet again, that she could squeal and splash him, giggling all the while, as he dunked her under the sea’s surface back home in their beloved District 4. He was going to get her back.

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Sepheray’s The Hunger Games masterlist!

Finnick Odair

Finnick Odair who…

{general headcanons about how sweet boy Finnick shows loves you}

Love you better

reader is rescued by the Capitol and brought to district 13, where Finnick lies in waiting to welcome his love back in his arms… only her mind is warped and washed and Finnick must fight to keep her.

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Finnick Odair who, no matter how long it will take him, will find you the prettiest seashell to bring home to you from the beach.

Finnick Odair whose dream date is either a midnight swim or a sailboat ride at sunset

Finnick Odair who wakes up earlier than most, pressing kisses to the side of your face as you sleep, giving you a quietly sweet goodbye before he goes for his morning swim

Finnick Odair who kisses you softly; gently; tenderly. He shows you the delicate love he was never shown.

Finnick Odair who would kill to be a girl dad. He wants to teach her to swim. He wants to plait her hair that is the familiar golden caramel shade of his own.

Finnick Odair who tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day simply because he doesn’t want you to forget.

Finnick Odair who either creates or has specially made a ring made out of freshwater pearls and sea crystals to propose to you with.

Finnick Odair who is constantly reminding you to do the simple things that you forget to do. Like take your jewellery off before showering or going to bed, or making sure to put sun cream on when you’re sat on your beloved beach.

Finnick Odair who loves you the same way he loves the ocean, and the same way he loves sharks, and sea shells, and starfish and golden sand and the sun.

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Do you ever see someone that’s just so BEAUTIFUL AND FUCKING PERFECT?!?!

ITS SO BAD MY EYES ARE LITERALLY TEARING UP HELP AGH I JUST NEED HIM

i am biting at the bars of my enclosure, Spider-Man climbing around the top of it. Swinging like sias chandlier. Actually forget the enclosure I threw it it’s gone I threw it with my bare hands.

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Poet!Seph is back at it again

The injury of your love,

And the injury of living without it.

You are poison,

No matter how like me you are,

You are poison.

But I don’t think you mean to be,

You are just a girl,

A messed up, sad sad girl,

Like me.

And maybe that’s why I fell for it;

The illusion of a twin flame,

The reflection of my soul in yours.

Maybe that is why I blame you,

Because I have yet to find someone like you again,

Not just like you,

Like me.

But I cannot blame you entirely,

Not while I know the pain that you know,

I see the bitter cold in your eyes like mine.

But unlike you, I know better.

I know to be good, to be kind and to be compassionate.

I have had my share of pain and I have gotten to know it until it and I have become friends.

But you still fight against yours,

While it turns you using and cruel.

Oh, how we are the same but nothing alike.