#( i’m not very good at making friends ; katniss everdeen )

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold sent: ❝ 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. ❞ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

Translucent clouds clung in sporadic groups, gathering in overcast and darkening the skies above, rivaling the now hushed silence that’d fallen over the group, tension so thick it could be cut through with a knife.

And majority would be happy to draw that weapon to do so.

At least, that’s how Katniss remembered the sky before they’d been driven underground like sewer rats, one last glance skyward before they were plunged into darkness. The only safe space away from the public eye hunting them down. Covers blown, their identities revealed, failure bled into the risked lives of loved ones. Plans formulated as just in case backups executed for their safety. The clock was ticking, the countdown to the final battle had begun. Katniss’ stomach never settled its knots since touching down on Capitol soil, coiled and taut like a drawn bow string with every step closer Coriolanus Snow in his ivory tower.

So close and yet so far.

Restless, Katniss had half a mind to go on ahead, take matters into her own hands and distract Snow while the others got out. Make it obvious she was coming for him and perhaps be granted a personal audience with the President himself. Unfortunately, no one was going to let that happen… because it was exactly what Snow wanted. Separate them, kill them off one by one, leave Katniss as the lone survivor and let her watch how one single action years ago had a continuous domino effect of consequences.

First, her choice for Prim, volunteering in her place for the games… and then, the current, for Peeta.

The latter a heavy topic of conversation muttered in accusatory whispers and blamed for their present situation, body count rising and blood staining their hands the longer they spent within the Capitol. Ideas tossed around were ones Katniss vehemently fought against: restrain him, take him out, give him back to Snow. Katniss knew the root of the problem associated with Peeta’s PTSD and brainwashing, despite everyone else’s insistence it wasn’t her fault all of this was happening in the first place. Katniss knew it was. She saw it through every example Snow showed her— the Quarter Quell, Gale, Peeta, Johanna, the destruction of District Twelve, Prim… she needed to rectify it all or Katniss felt like she’d crumble.

So while she explained to Peeta she wasn’t going to hurt him despite his previous attempts to which her lungs frequently felt like they were constantly recovering from Peeta glared— features twisted unnaturally from their usual easygoing nature, and called her out on the discussion that’d just been had when they all thought him to be unconscious. “Yes, you’re a threat, Peeta.” A tongue ran over dried lips, atmosphere of the tunnels damp and wet, claustrophobic compared to the open air of the forest after it rained. “They’re thinking of keeping the restraints on you, leaving you here and seeing if Snow will take you back or if he’ll kill on the spot.” Heartless, she sounded, tone hollow and trying not to be emotionally attached, clear mindset needed to keep herself going forward to the goal ahead.

Unfortunately, Katniss cared. Deeply and so ferociously she felt it claw inside of her wanting to be unleashed like a monster when it came to protecting her loved ones. All she could picture was sending an arrow straight between cerulean blues crowned by snow white locks and that anticipated rage was ignited. Wouldn’t change anything… Katniss knew that. Wouldn’t bring anyone back dead or alive, in Peeta’s case. Here but not here… her Peeta no longer.

“But…” Katniss’ gaze found his, heart sinking every time she met those eyes once so full of warmth cold and muddled, glassy almost like a lens were covering them. “I’m not going to let that happen. Whether or not you kill me in the end, it’ll be between just us. Like it’s always been since the beginning.” At that point, Katniss would be ready and willing to go. If it released Peeta from the nightmares in his head she’d created by simply existing… maybe then he’d be saved.

[musingmemories]

Candle Smoke

key words: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness. compatible with: coffee, freshly baked bread.

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

[sav-less]

disclaimer: this is the inside of my brain so if you think different then that’s great! this is just to be silly / i’m procrastinating life, so we’re chill 😎

hogwarts legacy modern au: music headcanons

characters included: shadow trio, poppy, imelda, garreth, natsai, anne, also blurb about leander (ily lee but i was tired of editing)

sebastian sallow

Sebastian is that one insufferable guy (love him). He’s moody as hell and he uses music as a form of processing (im self inserting rn). A lot of his top music is reflective of what he’s going through. For the most part he’s into indie rock and alt rock, but if there’s a song that he can even sort of relate to then he’s all over it. He thinks he’s brooding, he’s edgy, he’s angsty. We all know he made 2014 tumblr his BITCH. And he has NOOO IDEA how ABBA ended up in his top 5. He’ll say it was Ominis. He’ll say he was hacked. (his fav ABBA song is Lay All Your Love On Me)

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ominis gaunt

Ominis wears his headphones everywhere, listening to some of the most beautiful music but also the most devastating music. He likes a genre to his music that gives off a certain “guys i SWEAR im fine haha..” vibe to the function. he’s nostalgic, he’s yearnful, he’s emotionally very connected to music and is one of those people that will cry when a song is really good (me too) (he’ll swallow the lump down, just know he’s feelin it). aside from his top artists he also listens to a bunch of instrumentals when he’s studying. we all know he plays the piano. yes Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call by Bleachers is secretly about Sebastian (tea). yes She’s Always a Woman by Billy Joel is secretly ab my MC (TEAA!). yes ABBA is there on purpose! this man knows every lyric to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

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ella collins (OC/MC)

Ella really just wants to live in a cottage and be a fairy but she’s also just a girl. she has a song associated to every person she’s ever had a crush on and any person that’s ever done her wrong. she has a playlist for that one guy. she’s posting a screenshot of the song she’s listening to on her story for one person to watch. when she’s feeling petty she sends Sebastian songs DIRECTLY cause she’s mad at him. 4/5 of these songs are about him i fear. she loves music because she never has to get over anything. grudges are timeless. she’s crazy and this is a self insert.

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garreth weasley

#GiveGarreththeAux (Garreth wrote this). Garreth is a vibes guy and will defend those vibes with his whole chest. “How can you not like this song? Just say you hate me! High School Musical soundtrack is top tier. Kate Bush is a legend. Hozier is a wizard, have you seen his hair? I want his hair.” He’s fun as hell. Car rides with him are never boring, and as much as he loves his music he wants to hear your music cause he just wants to listen to everything. doesn’t care where the music came from. if he likes it he likes it. gotta party with this guy.

(Noah Kahan is his top artist bc even tho he’s a vibes guy, he has such a heart. peep My False Confidence. ily Garreth.)

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natsai onai

Natsai’s minutes listened is the lowest because she’s too busy dismantling the patriarchy and abolishing the system to listen most of the time. She grew up in the Katniss Everdeen generation. There’s not one man vocalist on her playlist because doesn’t really care what they have to say. She’s not super picky about the genre but listening to guitar riffs makes her feel like she’s ascending and so she loves that shit. She begged her mom to let her go to a Paramore concert when she was twelve and she has band posters covering her walls from corner to corner. She knows musical theory because duh. I love her.

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anne sallow

personally i HC as the coolest girl alive. she’s friends with literally everyone. if she smiles at you you think the world is spinning solely for her. she’s just effortlessly that girl. and even tho she seems sweet and a little quiet let it be known she is absolutely BLASTING hypercore or glitchpop or some stuff like that in her headphones. she just likes the way music sounds, she doesn’t GAF what they’re saying. she just wants her brain to go bzzzzzzz. my girl!!! (her and garreth are actually LETHAL at parties. like banger for banger, they’re besties. if they’re throwing a party you WANT to be there) (her and Natsai are fangirling about imogen heap bc she’s a musical genius)

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poppy sweeting

Poppy my love. I see you. I hear you. I love you and all your big emotions. she’s dissecting lyrics like it’s no one’s business. In another life somewhere she’s an English and Psychology double major. she’s telling me what a metaphor is and im listening because I’ll listen to anything she says. she’s telling me her attachment style is anxious and yk what hell yeah me too please don’t leave me. every song she listens to serves a purpose. her and garreth have gone to five different shows to see Noah Kahan and Lizzy McAlpine together. The Louvre is about Imelda. GODDD The Louvre is about Imelda. my heart.

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imelda reyes

Imelda is the manifesting queen. she is a confident queen. she’s cool as hell. she seems mean at first glance but that’s only because she is locked TF in. between her million high level classes, every sport she’s plays, and her social life— she has to be focused. she needs music that will put her in the headspace. her top 5 songs are naturally on her ‘pregame’ playlist that she plays before every game (with the exception of #4. she’s pregaming therapy with that one). shes gonna graduate top of her class and go pro at some sport and no one is gonna be surprised. you go girlfriend. my girlfriend.

honorable mention: Leander is THE rock man, specifically acid/psychedelic rock. He’s shaking his head and playing air guitar. he’s asking his parents to get him a drum set for Christmas still. He thinks he would’ve been asked to join The Beatles if they were still a band. big big fan.

to everyone that talked through this with me either messaging or on the og post, thank you 💚 @mrsgoofygracie your wonderful ABBA sebinis theory is now cemented in my silly post

[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Wordcount- 3.1k

Notes: Sorry this one was so late, it was just not chaptering but it's here now so enjoy!

Chapter 5

My heels clicked as I walked across the stone floor. My dress swirling around in the light breeze that flowed through the opening at the other end of the room. I felt eyes on me as I walked. So many eyes. All latching onto me and following my every movement. I locked my own gaze on the horses. Beautiful creatures, tall, strong and powerful. I stopped next to the chariot I would be riding in and stroked the horses pulling it. I found myself drawn towards the one on the left. His depthless black eyes pierced my skin. I felt as if he knew everything I was feeling, everything I thought, everything I had done. I stood directly in front of him. My own eyes locked on his as I lifted my hand to stroke his face. Dark fur like velvet under my touch. He nickered quietly, hooves pawing at the ground. 

“It's okay. It's okay.” I soothe him gently. “I'm a friend, I won't hurt you.” I hold his head and stroke along his nose to calm him down as I chatter mindlessly to him. “You're very beautiful, you know. I'd love to see you free, running in the wild. I'm sure it would be a sight to behold, you in the meadows. I think you'd like that, meadows are pretty. Especially if they have lots of flowers, my favourites are the blue and purple ones. Then again you might eat the flowers.“ I frown. “I don't know if flowers are good for horses so you maybe shouldn't eat them.” He snorted as if laughing at me and I smiled before turning around and taking a step forward. Immediately, eyes were on me again, assessing, questioning, some downright sadistic- as if they were already plotting how to kill me. I shuffled nervously on my feet, putting my hands behind my back and fiddling with my fingers as I peered around curiously myself, Cashmere and Gloss were stood chatting to Enobaria and Brutus, their sneering expressions as they glanced over me giving away exactly what they were talking about. Other tributes were milling around, chatting to each other quietly, trying to not draw attention to themselves. I decided to mingle a bit, I meandered through the room, not looking directly at anyone but nodding hello or raising a hand in greeting. Without realising it I somehow ended up by the district 12 tributes, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. The winners of last year's games, the star crossed lovers. I gave them both a quick nod and turned, in doing so I lost my balance and wobbled, almost falling over but Katniss grabbed my arm and righted me. 

“Thank you.” I muttered. She said nothing in response so I thanked her again awkwardly and made to walk away. 

“Wait,” I turned to see her holding a hand out to me. “You're Y/N right. The winner of the 68th.” I nodded.

“Yes, I am.” 

“I remember the year you won. I watched your entire games. You won by killing the three career tributes didn't you.“ I shivered at the reminder and replied softly. 

“Yes.” 

“Nobody thought you would be the one to win. I didn’t either. Thought it would be the district 2 boy.” I laughed lightly. 

“That makes two of us.” I stopped for a second before continuing. “I know you don't know me or anything but for what it’s worth I’m sorry you have to do this again. You and Peeta. You don't deserve it.”

“None of us should have to do this.” Peeta interrupted. “None of us.” I quirked an eyebrow as I studied him. His face set in a stony expression. 

“You shouldn't have won either but you did and here we all are again.” I turned away from him to face Katniss again. “And what you did for your sister last year was brave.”

“What you did for Annie this year was brave.” She countered. I hummed

“How do you know I didn't do it for glory?”

“Because none of us want to go back in there.” I studied her, a sad smile on my lips.

“That's not entirely true.” She looked confused for a second and I shook my head. “Some of us want to go back in, not for the reasons you're thinking, not for glory or bragging rights. Some of us just want to protect other people.” I shook my head slightly, my hair falling over my shoulders. “Like him,” I nodded to Peeta who was petting the horses,”He wants to protect you and he didn't want Haymitch to go back in because he would have probably died.“ She gazed at me for a second. 

“So you volunteered to protect someone as well.” I stared back at her. 

“I didn't mean to volunteer. It just happened.” She opened her mouth to respond but we heard a scream of my name from across the room. I turned and was immediately enveloped in a huge hug, my face filled with coiffed hair and I spluttered as it covered my mouth and nose.  

“Effie, hair. Face. Hair. Breathing.” I stuttered out, Effie pulled away from me and gasped. 

“Oh you look so beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous!.” She grasped the fabric of my dress and inspected it closely. “The stitching is impeccable and this colour is so lovely on you.” 

“Wait a minute, how do you three know each other?” Katniss interjected.

“We met when I was in the games, Effie loved me from the start because according to her I was ‘just so adorable’ and Haymitch warmed up to me after a while. But we’re only acquaintances, very rarely see each other.” She looked sceptical but nodded anyway.

“Effie’s right kid. You look pretty incredible. They'll all love you out there.” Haymitch said from behind, patting me on the back. “How’ve you been doing?” I shrugged. “Come on, something must have happened since we last saw you. It's been what, three, four years since you refused to see us again?” 

“Four years, eight months and twenty seven days.” I muttered, looking down at the floor and laughed awkwardly. “There have been some tough moments, nightmares that you can never get rid of, but other than those I've been fine. Same as I always was. Same as I always will be.” I squinted at him. “What about you?” 

“We’ve been very busy looking after these two and making sure they are adapting well to life as victors but other than that it's been much the same as usual.” Effie chimed in, sending a glare Haymitch's way and mouthing something I couldn't discern. Haymitch rolled his eyes at her and spoke to me as she fussed over Katniss.

“You volunteered. I thought you said nothing could ever make you come back.” I looked down.

“I lied.”

“I don't know why you did it kid and I know you won't tell me because you don't get close to people if you can help it, so just,” He  sighed, ”Just try and stay alive as long as you can alright.” He patted me on the back again and went to talk to Peeta as Effie 

“I have missed you like you wouldn't imagine darling. Although I did see you dancing a few times, it was so graceful and beautiful.” She covered her mouth. “You've grown up so much. Now where is that escort of yours, Lysander?” I shrugged again. 

“Don’t know. Probably hounding Finnick or something.” Effie let out a loud sigh. 

“He really is useless. Utterly useless. And I’ve told him that before you know. But apparently my advice is meaningless! Does he even know what his job is? It’s to help you win by getting you sponsors. And ignoring you completely is not the way to help.” 

“It’s okay. Finnick has got the better chance of survival anyway, it makes more sense to focus on him.” Haymitch sent me a look.

“Do not look at me like that. I'm going to try my best but let's be honest it's not going to be enough.” I scrunched my nose up and tipped my head to Katniss. “See you out there girl on fire. It's been a pleasure meeting you.” She shook my hand.

“See you out there.”

“And you Peeta.” I called out to him. “We’ll all bump into each other again at some point I'm sure.” With that I walked off, leaving them all staring at my back in surprise. I let out a shuddering breath as I leaned against a wall, my head tipping back and my eyes shutting in a moment of peace that was over as soon as it began when they called us all to our chariots. I pushed myself off the wall and made my way back over to the horses and chariot, stroking their noses quickly before being helped up into the chariot. Dark metal and deep blue flowers at the front to represent District 4. I picked a petal and smoothed it over with the pads of my fingers, smooth and velvety. I felt a tap on my shoulder and jumped, turning to face a smirking Finnick. 

“Sugarcube?” He asked, holding them out to me. I took one hesitantly and bit into it, the sweetness spread across my tongue, coating my entire mouth. 

“Thank you.” I mumbled, sucking the rest into my cheek. Unfortunately, I finally clocked what he was wearing, or lack thereof, and almost choked on the sugar as I inhaled sharply and swallowed at the same time. I had been prepared for this to happen. But clearly not as prepared as I had thought I would be. Because there stood Finnick Odair, still smirking, biting a sugarcube with his back teeth, dressed in nothing more than a golden net tied in a knot to secure it around his waist. He was perhaps the closest thing to naked I’d ever seen a person be before, I thought to myself idly and swallowed again, the grains of sugar scratching my throat. I averted my gaze quickly as I felt heat rising in my cheeks and resolutely stared anywhere but at him. He laughed next to me.

“I didn't expect that.” I admitted quietly. “I thought you'd at least be wearing actual clothes.” I peeked at him for a second, the man was built like a greek god. All muscle and tan skin and just unfairly perfect. 

“My stylist is of the belief that the more they see of me the better.” He held out a hand towards me. “I don't think we've been properly formally introduced. I'm Finnick Odair.” My heart broke in my chest at his words but I shook his hand and whispered my own name back as the chariots began to move forwards. I smoothed out the creases in the delicate fabric of my dress and plastered a pleasant expression on my face just as the noise of the Capitol hit my ears. And we were out. Parading down the Avenue of Tributes with people cheering for us yet again, but this time multiplied by a million. It was the one event of the week that every single person in the Capitol came to see and they all blurred together in a mass of whirling colours. I smiled faintly and tapped a small raised gem sewn into the sleeve of my dress. Immediately, water began to trickle down from my tiara. It seemed to have a life of its own and left cold trails on my skin. It touched the fabric of my dress and a brilliant blue bloomed from the patch. As it trickled further down, the rest of my dress turned similar shades until the water stopped flowing and collected in a pool at the hem of my dress, dripping slightly and leaving a damp patch on the surface of the chariot. I gazed up at myself on the projections as the people went wild and threw flowers at us, hollering for our attention. The top of the dress had become a dark blue the colour of the deepest parts of the ocean and it faded into a powdery blue the colour of the flowers that had lined my mothers porch years ago. I looked like a queen of the sea. My dress was a representation of the ocean and of District 4, of my home. Megara had outdone herself and I would wear it with pride. So I waved and blew kisses to people, a smile as bright as the sun on my face. I could hear the commentary vaguely in the background. Exclamations of how they had never quite seen something like that before, how beautiful the dress was, how perfect it was for me, for their angel. Others had attempted to copy the artificial flames but compared to the original they seemed like cheap knockoffs. Hardly impressive. I could understand why Megara would use water then, to make a different statement. Fire had already been seen, it was old, except for on district 12. But water, the opposite of fire. They had never seen that before and it really helped that she was styling for our district. And yet when Katniss and Peeta emerged, dressed in a blazing inferno, I was forgotten. As expected the attention all shifted to the star crossed lovers of district 12. Not that I could blame them, they were a sight to behold, even more dramatic than last year. The chariots circled and everyone waved up to President Snow. I simply nodded my head towards him, my gaze cold. Eventually we came to a stop in a semi circle and President Snow stepped up to the podium overhead.

“Welcome all to the 75th Hunger Games. We thank our tributes for their great sacrifice. We shall be sad to see them go.” With that he sends us on our way, we roll out and back where we came from. I leapt out as soon as we passed the entry way, my dress dragging along the floor, dust sticking to the damp fabric. I saw Mags waiting and brushed past her without a glance. I walked around for a bit, the architecture of the building was so new, it was clear they had it built especially for us. It was like a fortress, cameras everywhere, the thickest glass they could have found for windows, doors that couldn't be opened unless the guard stood next to them opened them for you and white walls all around. It wasn't just a training centre. It was a cage, our cage for the next week. 

I laughed. They really didn't want us going anywhere at all. And they weren't taking any chances if they could help it. They could mask it with pretences of hospitality and wishing for us to enjoy our stay but even a blind man could see that this was a prison, and one made specifically to keep us in. I pressed a button on the wall and stepped into the elevator. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch all greeted me with nods and Johanna grinned widely at me as we started moving upwards. 

“Well well well. If it isn't the little princess. Tell me, how's life been treating you in the Capitol?” She asked, venom dripping from each word. I regarded her silently, assessing as she stripped off her dress. She had never liked me. She thought I was just some pretty little doll that the Capitol kept and never touched. They all thought that though, each and every victor knew I danced and sang and that was it. They had never been so wrong in their lives. But who was I to tell them that? It's not as if they would listen to anything I had to say. 

“Life has been,” I paused, “It's been wonderful.” I watched her eyes darken with anger as she pulled off the last of her dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. She quickly turned to Katniss and Peeta, flashed a cat-like grin.

“Thanks. This has been fun, we should do it again sometime.” With that she flounced out of the open doors. Haymitch whistled.

“Thank you.” Katniss sent him a disgusted look and I disguised a laugh with a cough. As much as I disliked her I could admire her. She was everything the Capitol didn't want her to be and the looks on Katniss and Peetas faces were something. She was confused, he was almost impressed and Haymitch was just like me, trying to not laugh out loud at their reactions

“Johanna Mason, district 7. Won the 71st games by pretending to be weak and then killing the remaining tributes with her axe. Delightful girl.” I rolled my eyes.

“Except for if she hates your guts. So try and get her to like you.” Peeta glanced at me.

“What do you mean?”

“If I know one thing about Johanna Mason, and I think I do. It's that she doesn't care about anyone or anything. And I'm pretty sure she has a hitlist and I'm number 1 on it.” 

Before they could answer, the doors opened again and they all got out without a word, leaving me alone to go down again. I leant against the glass, looking out to see peacekeepers crawling about like insects, escorts rushing around for no reason whatsoever, tributes and mentors staying well away from the two former as if they were the plague. The doors pinged open and I made my way down the corridor. I pushed through the double doors and was met with expectant looks from everyone. Mags, Lysander and Finnick all sat at the table. 

“I'm not hungry.” I said quickly before they could even ask me to sit. 

I practically ran to my room and threw myself on the bed, silk sheets scrunching up under my weight. The door clicked open and I looked up to see Megara standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“They want me to convince you to come out. But I've got better plans for tonight.” She pulled out two tubs of ice cream and a plate of intricately decorated cakes and biscuits. She set them down on the table and waved me over. 

“First of all, get changed. There's clothes in the drawers. Second, by my logic if they really wanted you to sit and eat dinner with them they would do it themselves. Third, I brought food,” She picked up a spoon and dug into a tub of ice cream, “And I'm not waiting for you to start. Plus,” She grinned, teeth coated in chocolate,”I want to know everything.”

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[redwoodapothecary]

The Hunger Games Agere Headcanons Part II

Characters: Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, and Finnick Odair!

A/N: I’m still trying to get better at writing so I hope you guys like these!

Katniss Everdeen

A little, but a big kid regressor, I think! Like 7 or 8! She needs to be taken care of but also can help take care of other littles a little bit. Really good at entertaining and keeping other littles preoccupied, surprisingly.

She gets a lot less shy when she’s regressed, so she sings more. Mainly just humming, though. But it’s still something!

She loves walks through nature, especially the meadow. She’ll point to a bunch of different plants and tell you all about them while you hold her hand and walk with her.

She has a small, fake bow and arrow that she uses whenever she’s little. Just to play with and keep herself preoccupied. She got sad when you told her she can’t shoot while she’s little, so you had to make her a toy version.

She likes nicknames a lot, but she acts like she doesn’t. Please call her “Kat” or “Kitty”. She’ll act like she hates it but she likes it, it makes her feel smaller.

She’s normally very adverse to physical touch and affection, but when she’s little she needs it, especially because she mainly regresses due to trauma. After she wakes up from haunting nightmares about the games, she desperately needs you to hold her.

Will call you whatever you like, but more parental terms like “Mama” or “Dada” tend to slip out because her mom was very emotionally absent and her dad passed at a young age.

If you aren’t around or you’re busy, Haymitch babysits. He acts grouchy about it, but he’s actually quite pleased to. He won’t tell you that, though. Not in a million years.

Peeta Mellark

Flip, huge little lean. Like he’ll take care of another little if he needs to or if they want him too, and he loves it. But he regresses a lot.

He’s a very young regressor, too. Like I’m talking around 2-3 years old. He is a TODDLER. He waddles and babbles and stuff too and it’s so cute. 🙁🙁🙁

Very sensitive and emotional. Easily triggered, especially after the hijacking. He needs constant 24/7 care and comfort.

He loves coloring!! He’ll color you soooo many pictures and show them off to you!! He’s so proud even if it’s messy and he colored outside the lines. And you better be nice to him and tell him he did an amazing job. Or else. >:(

Him and Katniss are playmates!! Although Katniss plays too rough sometimes and makes him cry. She immediately feels bad, though, and tries to comfort him.

Like she accidentally shot him in the face with her fake bow and arrow once and they both ended up crying. 😭

He likes helping you bake whenever he’s little!! He usually does the baking all by himself but he can’t when he’s little so he asks if you can make cookies or something simple and if he can help. Or, if you’re better at baking and like doing it regularly like him, he’ll ask to help you paint decorations on cakes or whatever you’re making. :)

He loves nicknames so much. Whatever you choose to call him will make him giggle and smile no matter what it is.

He also likes calling you more parental names but whatever works best for you will work for him! He doesn’t mind!

On the very rare occasion he is taking care of somebody else, though, he’s very soft and gentle. He mainly takes you outside to play and does fun activities like finger painting and coloring with you. He’ll make sure you’re well fed and well rested but he doesn’t really have any rules or anything like that. He’s not really someone that’s a permanent caregiver, more like a babysitter!

Loves physical touch. Will cling to you and his friends. Mainly you, though, since you’re his caregiver. He’ll always be at least holding your hand.

His regression is also mostly involuntary. The hijacking made it worse too. He regresses almost every other day now and needs constant assistance. You have to reassure him a lot that he isn’t bothering or inconveniencing you, though. He gets so insecure about it and he feels so bad. 🙁

If you aren’t around or if you’re busy, he goes to Finnick. Finnick is Annie’s caregiver, so he knows how to treat littles of his age. And he’s incredibly patient as well, so you always feel comfortable leaving Peeta in Finnick’s care for a bit.

Finnick Odair

Caregiver. Does well with littles of all ages, but baby/toddler regressors tend to gravitate towards him for some reason. He doesn’t know why and he’s a little confused!

He’s a very fun loving caregiver but he’s also very strict. That man has been through way too much and is incredibly protective over you. He’s so carefree and fun loving but he knows how to talk to you sternly so you know he’s serious.

Sometimes when he gets all stern and serious like that, you’ll make fun of him by coping his facial expressions.

Like he’ll be like

“Y/N, listen to me. You need to hold my hand while we’re out here, okay? I don’t need you wandering off and getting lost. Do not let go of my hand again, understand?” with a super serious face

And you’ll just be like “yes, sir, I understand, >:(“ in a mocking stern voice with a mocking stern face.

And he’ll just sigh and be like “I’m serious!” and you’ll be like “I’m serious too!! >>:((((“ and it’s really funny to everybody except him 😭

Takes you out swimming. A lot. Loves the beach. He’ll set up a little date where you two can eat lunch and then go swimming all day. You have to stay right by him, though, especially in the water. The waves can be dangerous!

Will call you ocean related nicknames as well as normal pet names. Like “Seashell”, “Darling”, “Fishy”, “Sweetheart”, etc.

Likes being called “Dada”, “Daddy”, and “Finny”. He thinks those are all so, so cute coming from you. He loves those names so much. 😭😭😭

Is a very clingy caregiver. He has to hold your hand at all times and likes to put you in his lap. He’s just so protective. He needs to know you’re okay at all times or else he gets scared and anxious. He just loves you so much.

He gives you little pacifier kisses if you use pacis. Like he just kisses the front of your pacifier before kissing all over your little face. 🙁🙁🙁

He takes care of Annie and Peeta as well, both of which are baby/toddler regressors.

He’s strict, like I said. Sets bedtimes, mealtimes, you have to hold his hand whenever you’re in public or outside, you aren’t allowed to go into the ocean without him right there beside you, only a set amount of people are allowed to be around you alone while you’re regressed because he’s concerned for your safety.

Overall, he’s literally just a dad. Like this man would be not only a perfect caregiver but also a great father. I love him so much. 🙁🙁🙁

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@fablesuntold

Haymitch: so do you have any skills?

Peeta: oh I don't have any, but Katniss hunts with a Bow and Arrows

Katniss: yeah guess I'm ok

Peeta: no she's amazing, she expertly places her arrow where it doesn't affect the meat and she can take down a dear

Katniss: oh this is how were gonna play? Well he can lift hundred pounds like it nothing and he can wrestle

Peeta: well that's no-

*they keep fighting*

Haymitch: are they fighting by hyping each other up?

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Good Enough-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “Nine years alone in our little attic home. How could something not happen?” Peeta and Katniss grow together under strange circumstances. Based very slightly off V.C. Andrews’, “Flowers in the Attic”. Day Two prompt for Tumblr's Prompts in Panem 'Farewell Tour' Hitting The Target-LemonLuvGirl, TheSparklingWay (ao3) Summary: “When you shoot, you’ve got to keep both eyes on what you want to hit.” Katniss tells him seriously. “Do you bring this kind of tenacious focus with you to all aspects of your life?” Peeta asks, hoping his wildly mounting attraction for her isn’t as obvious to her as it feels to him. “When the situation calls for it. I’m good at going after what I want. And I find my mark almost every time.” She tells him with such a straight face he would have believed they were still talking about archery if her smoldering grey eyes weren’t glued to his mouth. When hot shot college archery rookie Katniss Everdeen makes it to the USA Archery Collegiate National Championships her first year on the team, the university’s newly appointed college sports reporter Peeta Mellark is sent on assignment to cover her and the archery team’s meteoric rise to fame. What he never intended was to get so invested in the subject of his article, or to get so infatuated with the girl herself. Hpnotiq-Lbug84, MockingJayFlyingFree (ao3) Summary: If you've read Glühwein, you might remember when Katniss mentioned that years ago, Peeta had told her about his secret sexual fantasy. And that she still hadn't quite recovered from it. What was his fantasy? Well, you're about to find out. Human Nature-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: Katniss is nothing if not a good friend, Peeta is the not-so-innocent bystander...and Gale needs a birthday present. In The Control Room: Outtakes From The Mating Games-ktface3 (songbird3724) (ao3) Summary: The camera can only focus on one perspective at a time, but what about all that unseen footage? Here you'll find out what Katniss was thinking during the Games, get the backstories of all your favorite characters in the TMG context, and yes, there will probably be some smut. A lot of smut. Probably smut in every chapter. Read TMG first so you understand what the heck this AU is all about; more tags to come as chapters are added! Katniss Everdeen- Measured in 5 Decades-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: Snapshots of Katniss' life every ten years until she reaches 50. Lemonade-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: During a heatwave in District 12, Katniss and Peeta find a sweet way to cool off. Post-Mockingjay. From Peeta's POV. Lily's Lament-LilyMaid (ao3) Summary: A series of outtakes in The Shape of Us universe, from the former Mrs. Everdeens perspective. Many Things-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: A mother must be many things in life and reality has a way of putting romance on the back burner. Nights on the Train-loungemermaid (ao3) Summary: “Yeah, a lot of things should count for something that don’t seem to, Katniss. I’ve got some memories I can’t make sense of, and I don’t think the Capitol touched them. A lot of nights on the train, for instance,” he says.” What if they got up to more than just sleeping and chaste kisses? Something that would make Peeta question some things?

[tennessoui]

Hey Kit!! This past year when the Acolyte came out, my heart broke and I decided to step away from Star Wars. It’s fine that others liked it but personally I didn’t; actually to be frank, I REALLY didn’t like it. Star Wars and Anakin got me through a lot, so watching Disney take an actual shit on his origin and then his redemption ark by half-assing the lore, felt like a punch to the gut, and I had to step away. (This is my personal opinion, if you or others liked it that’s great! I just didn’t). However, when I saw that u published the body politics au, I decided to sit down and catch up on all your fics (btw I love the Hanahaki one!), and it got me back into the fandom. I’m glad one shitty (imo) show didn’t push me away permanently and I have you to thank for that. I’ve met so many great people thru Star Wars and made a lot friends so it had really been kind of hard to turn away from it. I just really wanted to say thank you. your writing is, as always, too beautiful and inspiring to ignore. Star Wars means so much, and I’m so thankful that your work was able to help me look past all the stuff that made me unhappy with it. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

this is very kind to send to me and a very nice morning read! i admit, i actually have not watched the acolyte, though not for any particular reason. i've definitely heard mixed reviews about the show and its take on the jedi order and the sith, which have been sorta sad to read cause i do like the jedi (though i guess i never label myself as pro-jedi cause like? they're the good guys? you're not like. pro-percy jackson or something right? pro-katniss everdeen? you just sorta read the book and you're like oh yeah these are the good guys. might find aspects of a character annoying but i'm definitely not supposed to be rooting for the Capitol or smething right)

but i've also heard from other people that as a pew-pew show, it delivers on that front! lightsaber fights are cool and everyone has a funky haircut that they pull off somehow which does feel quintessentially star wars

my general view of the disney plus star wars shows is that i'll watch the ones that strike my fancy, and if one of them doesn't then i won't. the star wars disney execs produce a lot of content (and i truly mean content, i.e. material to be consumed - not necessarily art) and a lot of it i'm probably never going to watch. it wasn't made for me, and i definitely get the lurch and disappointment you may feel if you look forward to something for ages and then it's not what you wanted in a thousand small ways or a handful of big ways. i think that's especially hard to guard against nowadays when trailers for tv shows rely more on aesthetic and punchy one-liners and brief second cameos than they do explaining the actual story of the show

but you can be a fan without loving the direction some shows go in or the choices directors make!! if that looks like only watching shows that have been peer-reviewed, or if that looks like ignoring everything but a small corner/subset of a massive fandom, or if that looks like turning from the media itself and diving further into fanart and fanfiction and interacting with people online then that's what it looks like! especially now that the world of canon star wars media isn't just 6-9 movies + 2(?) non trilogy movies, you should absolutely go about watching star wars content with a you-first mindset 100%

you know how many people were disappointed in the obi-wan kenobi series?? soooo many because he was a sad little pathetic and broken man with greasy hair. but that's exactly how i like my obi-wan kenobis, so i was thrilled every episode lol but i'm sure other people hated it and boycotted and whatever. but i found my corner of the fandom who also enjoyed that and it's been wonderful <3

so anyway thankyou so much for your very kind words i hope none of that sounded too preachy i was mostly trying to agree with you that it's really great that one (shitty) show did not keep you away from the fandom forever and that you're back!!

welcome back :)

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold

She was almost impressed. The sounds of the artificially manipulated forest lulled Katniss into a sense of false security, easily able to imagine she was in a cave back in Twelve waiting for the animals to forget her earlier presence so she could hunt. Only difference was the present company. Where Gale’s rumbling whispers would’ve gone over their next moves and plans of attack, Peeta’s whimpers were the cold reality Katniss needed to maintain her focus — the two of them the animals the game makers watched, other tributes on the hunt.

Their reunion wasn’t exactly what she’d pictured, tearing through the forest in search of Peeta after fighting off the delirium brought on by tracker jacker venom, realizing too late Peeta hadn’t betrayed her but saved her life. Yelled at her to go while holding off Cato and the others as she escaped. Protected her… and gotten hurt. Hadn’t he? Or was it a hallucination? There’d been only one way to find out…

Confused about the muddled footsteps and how they’d circled the river’s edge, Katniss had been distracted thinking Peeta had fallen into the current and was startled by his sudden grab to her ankle. Camouflaged head to toe, he’d flawlessly blended with the river’s bank, making Katniss completely miss him herself, trained tracker she was. Had circumstances been different, Katniss might’ve laughed at the sight she’d found Peeta in, impressed by his abilities proven when he’d needed them most. Hiding in plain sight… Rue would’ve loved it. Unfortunately as fate would have it, Katniss found Peeta fatally wounded.

Because of her.

So how could she not do the same thing he’d done for her and return the favor? Risk her life for his. There’d been no questioning it despite promising to stay, watching Peeta suffer in agony while knowing there was a way to save him. No question. She was going… and didn’t feel any shred of guilt under Peeta’s scolding upon returning, sporting a battle wound the dead giveaway and causing him to question her thought process. Gentle, calloused hands cupped her face, Katniss too distracted by how much paler he’d gotten in the time she was gone. He might not have long. “Well, it’s too late. I went. And all I was thinking was getting you the medicine.” The blunt response fell softly beneath Peeta’s questioning, still as water with logical sense, hyper focused on getting the small tin can open and applying it to his wound.

That’d been the only obsessive, one track thought in Katniss’ mind: get Peeta’s medicine. Reckless, yes, as called out. “That pretty much sums me up from what I’ve heard.” Her attempt to lighten the mood before diving right in with applying the salve was stopped by Peeta’s words. ‘You first.’ “What…?” From the look in his eyes, Katniss could tell he was serious, and rather than push him further into a never ending argument with her… she almost relaxed her grip on the ointment can. A perfect diversion. “If there’s enough left after you’ve been taken care of, then you can.” Without another word, Katniss took an amount of ointment and slathered it into and over Peeta’s wound, making sure to cover every knock and cranny in the raw, opened grooves, teeth gritting with each pained gasp and grunt that fell from Peeta’s lips. She hated the sound… how her heart ached as though it were being tortured too. “It’s almost all covered...” Katniss’ free hand found his, a connection Peeta could use if needed, to share the pain together. “There.” Relief found the edges of her confirmation, watching the wound expectantly as though it’d heal right then and there before her gaze traveled his body to find his again. “How’s that feel…?”

@musingmemories sent: "I've had worse injuries..."— From Katniss Everdeen to Peeta Mellark ✨

‘Attention all tributes. Commencing at sunrise, there will be a feast tomorrow at The Cornucopia.’ A feast open to all remaining tributes who were welcome to gamble their lives away.. a feast that would end in more bloodshed for those who got too desperately needy. Feasts were pretty illusions— something the game makers used to lure the more brazen tributes together to fight it out for items crucial to their survival. Food, water, matches.. medicine. The latter in which Peeta was in dire need of if he was in with a chance of saving his leg before it got any worse. But wasn’t it already too late? The pain had dulled down to nothing, limb completely numb to the touch and oozing gangrene until the skin around the deep gash had turned greenish-black— sepsis bringing on a mean fever that had Peeta on the brink of unconsciousness. He wouldn’t last much longer in this state. He knew that. Katniss knew it too, if the way she’d jumped up with the intention of risking her life to retrieve that medicine for him was anything to go by.

But Peeta wasn't about to let her throw her life away for his, a plea ready on his lips and a hand reaching out to pull her back to him in her attempted escape. ‘Please, stay. Promise me you won’t go.’

Silence. Exchanged glances that lingered in the darkness of their cave, and then.. ‘..I promise.’

Oh what a fool he’d been to believe her, allowing himself to fall for her trick the second she curled up against him as if she’d completely forgotten about the idea. But Peeta should’ve known better than to take her word for it, because the second his eyelids closed and he eventually gave in to the exhaustion blurring his vision? Katniss was gone. Requesting her not to do something was the equivalent of double daring her to do it. Katniss was as stubborn as a mule. Once an idea was in her head, there was no stopping her. Something Peeta would soon come to learn the hard way when the faint rustling of materials sounded from the cave’s entrance, causing the blonde to stir awake in a cold sweat.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of weight against his chest where Katniss had been resting prior to him falling asleep. She wasn’t there. Dread quickly setting in, Peeta’s eyelids flew open in concern, delirium doing little to settle his nerves. “Katniss?” Scrambling his way up onto his elbows to get a better look at his surroundings, the pit of his stomach may as well have knotted with the sight he was met with. Katniss stumbling her way back beside him.. forehead bruised and bloody with a nasty laceration stretching from her hairline down to her eyebrow. “..Katniss.” Mouth falling agape and eyes wide with confusion, Peeta was quick to cup her face the second she was close enough to touch.

‘I’ve had worse injuries..’ was she serious? And even if that were so, that was beside the point.

“You told me you weren’t gonna go. You could’ve been killed out there. What were you thinking?” Lightly scolding, Peeta’s eyebrows furrowed together as he studied the wound closer. It was deep.. probably needed stitches, which unfortunately wasn’t an option right now with their limited resources. “That was reckless, Katniss. Really reckless.” Tone lighter this time, Peeta’s gaze dropped down to the small tin in her hand— no doubt housing the ointment she’d gone through all of that trouble to retrieve for him. Why..? They weren’t the star-crossed lovers everybody thought them to be.. not even close. In fact, Peeta wasn’t entirely sure Katniss even tolerated him. She didn’t own him anything either. If anything, Peeta was a burden to her with his injury and she’d do better leaving him behind to die.

Yet.. here she was. Still protecting him. Keeping him alive. Shaking his head to himself, Peeta averted his gaze back up to her face and offered out his hand expectantly. “You need some of that too.” If she thought she was using it all on him, she was mistaken. “You first. I don’t want that getting infected.” There was still a fighting chance for her. The quicker they got her cleaned up, the less chance of germs entering the bloodstream. If one of them deserved to make it back home to their family.. if one of them deserved to be a Victor and live the rest of their lives in peace without the worry of the games nagging away at them.. then it should be Katniss Everdeen. There was simply no changing his mind on that.

[everlarking-always]

“I’m not very good at making friends,” says Katniss Everdeen as she picks up yet another ride-or-die.

[musingmemories]

@fablesuntold sent: « 🍪: for our muses to bake holiday cookies together. » Peeta x Katniss (their little domestic life after all the chaos)

A cozy warmth seeped through the air, scent of gingerbread and fire roaring in both hearth and oven warming Katniss’ chilled bones. But even without the flames her present companion had that effect too. Always had since the beginning. Through the taste of soggy, intentionally burned bread, to his comforting reassurance channeled through words, look, touch… and later, she’d been too stubborn to admit, kissing.

Then it was gone. Ripped away leaving Katniss empty and raw. Peeta’s absence lingered like a scar that wouldn’t heal, a void like the one behind his eyes when they rescued him from the Capitol’s clutches. Here but not here. Him but not him. The road to recovery had been long and difficult for the both of them, often resulting in brawling because Katniss said the wrong thing (which wasn’t outside her norm) unintentionally triggering, Peeta’s feral fight mode.

A thing of the past.

Peeta had come a long way since then, Katniss’ bruises had faded, and they’d started to heal together. Sleepless nights were gradually granted respite in the familiar security of each other’s embrace, nightmares chased away by soothing hushes and promises to keep them at bay. Violent grabs and throttles ebbed back into hesitant caresses that lingered before returning to certainty and confidence. Light dawned over the horizon after being eclipsed by Snow’s reign, not only to the home they shared but all of Panem.

When it did in Peeta’s eyes so too did it with Katniss’ hope. Hope for the future, their future, together like they’d planned when she’d offered him those berries. Now changed to shoddy chopped up bits of sweet chocolate — once scarce, easier to obtain with the Capitol opening their gates to their stock and wares — she poured into the palm of his hand. “Still rusty with a knife, it seems. If I’m not throwing it. Might, if you win.” A grin spread across her lips, eyeing Peeta’s station… neatly prepped, tidy, and a step or two ahead while hers was helter skelter in comparison.

Their first round of cookies were baking, gingerbread men (and women) rising with a few more minutes to go before they’d be taken out. Holiday spiced chocolate chip cookies and then sugar ones next, Katniss didn’t know how Peeta did it all with the preparing, timing, and not letting anything burn. She wouldn’t admit it, however — not with their current bet she could bake cookies better than him. A silly competition with the excuse for her to be able to have Peeta’s best work. Stealing an oversized chocolate bit from his side, Katniss studied him with a soft smile. It was moments like these she knew she loved him… but it was heart aching wondering if she was being deceived by sweet dreams while still in the arena. “What’s next — adding them to the dough?” Asked innocently while reaching into the flour bag and flicking some at him playfully, decorating both face and apron with white, eliciting a chuckle out of Katniss not realizing just how much she’d grabbed. “You should clean yourself up. I’ll try not to leave you too far behind in the meantime.” With the intention to swapping her cookie dough with Peeta’s when he wasn’t looking, hers not forming the way his did at all.

[lemonluvgirl]

Ok, so this idea just would not leave me alone. I told my husband about this idea for a three-chapter Everlark modern high school AU and he really liked it and told me I should write it. So, here is the first part.

August

Junior year

Panem HS

Another year, another seat in the back of the class next to the window. Another bland teacher introduction followed by the passing out of the class syllabus. Then come the dreaded icebreakers. 

Never mind that we live in a town of less than 3,000, or that our graduating class will have less than 200 members if every one of us manages to make it through the next two years of high school. And forget the fact that we’ve all been in the same grade together since kindergarten. Every single year our teachers insist on forcing us to ‘get to know each other’. 

If I don’t already know the favorite season and holiday of the person sitting next to me by now I probably never will. (It’s Delly Cartwright, and hers are summer and Christmas respectively) 

But everything about this class, about this day, hell, probably about this entire year will be completely predictable. The brains, like BT Latier will work their asses off to get top grades, and the sportos like Cato Anderson will try to copy their homework and cheat off them during tests. Girls like Galinda ‘Glimmer’ Franklin and Clove Moretti will ignore the no cell phones rule and regularly update their Twitter and Instagram during the lecture and will only get called out about 40% of the time. 

The rest of us will just muddle through, hopefully paying enough attention to pass the exams and avoid remedial tutoring in the library with Ms. Trinket who, contrary to first impressions, is not a vapid airhead who wears too much makeup and hairspray but in reality, is a total hard ass and does everything in her power to make sure the kids she tutors pass their classes. My life is all about reducing stress and hassle, so I’ll be avoiding her at all costs this year. Besides it’s much easier to just pass the first time around than have to deal with the fallout from failing. 

So I inwardly roll my eyes at the whole charade of introductions and do my best to try and look only mildly bored. 

When it gets to my turn I don’t bother standing up. 

“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I’m 17. I’m stubborn and good with a bow and that’s pretty much it.” I say dryly, and it gets a few chuckles. 

After that, the spotlight of my peer’s attention moves on and no one spares me a second glance. Which is exactly how I prefer it. Everyone here already knows I’m not very interesting. I hate the whole school spirit scene, and I’m not in any clubs or on any committees. The last time I was voluntarily a part of something, was five years ago. I quit track in middle school so I could spend more time hunting in the woods to supplement the money from my father’s income that we lost after his death. I’ve gotten so good at it that Mr. Abernathy, the owner of the local sporting goods store, took me on as a seasonal hire last summer. I parlayed that summer gig into a year-round job that helps keep food on my family’s table, and shoes on my little sister’s feet. 

My life is a series of responsibilities and expectations that my classmates could never relate to. And their lives are a carefree existence of parties, dances, and soap-opera drama that I have no interest in. 

They live in their little bubbles and I live in the real world and we will go on co-existing in this way until graduation breaks the cycle. 

I zone out of the rest of the class. We won’t do much work today if at all, so I allow myself the small indulgence of looking out the window and planning for this year’s hunting season which is set to open up for archery on the first of October. 

That leaves me only a few weeks to finish getting the permits and stock up on the needed supplies. 

This year will be harder than the years before since I’ll be hunting alone. My best friend and hunting partner, Gale Hawthorne, graduated and left for Maryland this past summer. He’ll be in Annapolis, training to become an officer and a marine while I’ll be up to my elbows in wild turkey and white-tail deer. 

Even though I’m happy for him, I can’t help but feel saddened by his absence. Now there will be no one to watch my back in the woods. No one to help me carry a hundred or more pound buck back if I manage to bring one down like I did two years ago. 

The only thing I can think of is maybe asking my boss, Haymitch if I can borrow his truck and if I can rig up a travois then—

The bell rings and I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the shuffle of feet and the whoops of excitement and laughter that my classmates let out at the sound of the last period ending. 

I pick up my old hunter-green JanSport, that’s due for another patch of duck tape soon, sling it over one shoulder and make my way to the door. 

My exit is delayed by the clump of jocks jostling each other playfully around the doorframe. I breathe out an annoyed huff as I wait for them to pass. 

One of them, one of the kinder ones, turns around and shoots me an apologetic look, bright, clear blue eyes shine back at me for a moment before his friends call his attention and pull him roughly behind them. A piece of folded-up paper falls out of the side pocket of his backpack in the midst of this and lands at my feet. 

I swoop down to pick it up and my mouth opens to call out his name but the words died on my lips before they can slip off my tongue. 

I catch sight of something completely unexpected when I automatically glance down at the paper in my hand. It's the letters K.E. inscribed neatly on the corner that spark my curiosity and prompt my hand to open up the folded paper to see what’s inside. 

I lose my ability to speak, to even think for a moment because it’s me. 

I’m staring down at a picture of my own face, straight dark hair pulled back into an unseen braid that hangs down my back, while a few stray pieces fall around my eyes, framing an oval-shaped face, dark brows perch surreptitiously over slanted grey eyes and a straight nose above a generous mouth that’s for once not tilted down into a frown, but is instead caught in a relaxed position, not quite smiling but something like the ghost of it, is settled on my lips. And my head is tilted to the side, curiously. 

I have no idea when he caught me making this expression. Maybe when I was looking out the window? When did he draw this? Why did he draw this? Is this some sort of practice for art class? I think he takes Ms. Portia’s intermediate art class at the same time I take shop. I’ve seen him going into that wing of the school because it’s right across from the shop building. Maybe he’s just practicing his life study skills. Maybe he’s taking turns drawing everyone in our history class. 

I move forward and stick my head out the door, calling out, “Peeta,” but the hallway is empty. 

I look back down at the drawing in my hand and fold it back up carefully, before slipping it into the most secure pocket of my backpack, thinking I’ll give it back to him tomorrow.

[purpleblueberries]

My favourite hunger games ships and their rating- a very unnecessary yet necessary post

Peeta ♥️ katniss

10/10- do I even need to say anything?

Rye ♥️ delly

11/10- I love the fandom for making this a thing. Rye being all flirtatious and teasing and sarcastic and delly being delly and the whole best friends brother trope it so perfect. Also I just like the idea of delly being part of the mellark family. I also really like the idea of how given ryes personality everyone just assumes he’ll be playing around but then he falls in love with the sweetest girl out there and that just leaves everyone shocked so yeah

Bannock (the eldest mellark, don’t fight me on this his name is bannock argue with the wall) ♥️ Johanna

9/10-I don’t think I’ve read a lot of fanfics on this but I love love love the ones that I have. I picture bannock as someone super mature and calm and collected and then there’s Johanna and how different they are and like her going crazy and him just standing there silently behind her showing 100% support is *chefs kiss*

Gale 🩷 madge

6/10- I know a lot of people love this ship but I just really don’t like gale so I spend as little time thinking about him as possible but madges amazing tho 🫶

Prim ♥️ Rory

7/10- cute ship, high school trope, quite couple that no one really knows about. Not very exciting but works for me

Mr mellark ♥️mrs mellark

8/10- this is definitely a little weird given how mrs mellark is described in the books but @little-lynx ‘s work just made it impossible not to love them or at least love the potential they had

Mr Everdeen ♥️ mrs Everdeen

7/10- I’m disappointed in myself for this but for some reason their story just didn’t do much for me. I know it was very sweet and then heartbreaking but it just felt too basic still (oops)

Annie ♥️ Finnick

9/10- don’t hate me for this but I feel like finnick dying just added sooooo much more depth to their story. I’m sure that they had a very moving story but we didn’t really get it and I haven’t read any major fanfics at least not canon complement that made me go like dang they good. But after finnick died my heart really broke for Annie and her son

Feel free to disagree with me, give me a reason to yap ✨🫶

[mxllitiam]

Peeta can see it - that breath of relief. It’s something he recognizes well, from him and his brothers. The times growing up where something was too loud, too messy, freezing in fear and watching the door. The obvious relief spread over them when they realized Ma wasn’t coming. It happens still, even now. Hadn’t he just experienced that only months before with Cael?

But this is about Gale’s mother. Peeta understands it, if only from the peripheral. He’s only really experienced the Games from the inside or the outside, never in that in-between state. It’s similar, now, if only because he’s tasked with bringing someone home, but Hazelle is not his family. She’s not his mother. He’s never just had to wait to see if someone would die, he’s only ever had to wait for his only death, conflicted about the fact it never came.

There’s no thank you, not really. Gale is pissed it hasn’t happened sooner and Peeta understands, but also knows that the other man will never get the complexities of these decisions. He will never understand what it’s like to weigh the pros and cons of an outcome in the arena. “It was my choice,” he says, honesty coming more easier if only to protect Katniss from the wrath of her best friend.

She’s hurting because of Gale, Peeta knows she is. “They wanted to do this right away - Katniss wanted to. I said no. ‘Cause it’s more complicated than it looks. Everythin’ in the Games is a decision - everythin. From who to trust to when to sleep to how to eat. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry for waitin’. She’s gonna have to do some of it on her own. The worst thing we could do for her is to waste all our resources in the beginning and then find out she needs us down the line 'cause she got hurt and now we’ve got nothin’ left to give.”

continued from @subsiist here

Knowing that it was Peeta's choice was interesting. Gale's eyebrows shoot up, his eyes a slow blink as he takes that in. Rage would undoubtedly grow and fester at an alarming speed in his chest, if it weren't for the pillowing effect of confusion at remembering that Katniss is the one that kept this piece of information from him. It's a wonder that Peeta Mellark, kid's merchant who owns a bakery and never had to worry about starving to death, thinks he can fucking control whether or not Gale's mother gets some help in the Games.

But it's more of a wonder that he's heard. That Katniss chose to take that ridiculous idea of his and make it a reality, because she is a part of the mentors too, they're a team. You would think she'd be the louder voice in the room -- not only because of that annoying performative gentleness of Peeta, but also because she's the one connected to the woman inside the arena. If no one else, she should call the shots.

He spews the exact same speech Katniss had regurgitated to him a few days before, with alarming precision. Gale laughs bitterly about halfway through it, when he realizes this. A hand comes up to rub at his eyes, scratching an itch he can't get rid of because it is born out of the annoyance of having to deal with this fucking idiot. "Yeah, good fuckin' job, ass wipe," he mutters, letting his hand drop so he can glare back at Peeta again. How wonderful, to know that this is the man who's made a puppet out of his best friend. Katniss Everdeen, new Capitol doll and married to the Capitol's very boyfriend. Gale was mean to her then, had regretted it over the last couple of days, but now the anger grows again, rots and spreads decay in some far away part of his heart as he thinks of Katniss and Peeta, sitting in a lounge together rehearsing what bullshit they're going to tell him, to continue sitting on a pile of sponsor money.

"You here to tell me that, then? That my mother needs to do it by her own fucking self," his voice grows higher pitched at the words in mockery, but his eyes are burning a warning into Peeta's. "Yeah, your wife was here earlier this week and said the same shit. Y'shoulda coordinated with her better. Did you get your scripts mixed up, bread boy?"

[incaensio]

name: katniss everdeen (mellark). nickname(s): catnip (by gale), the girl on fire (by cinna, the capitol), the mockingjay (by the revolution, unbeknownst to her). gender and pronouns: cis woman; she/her. age: twenty - two. date of birth: 8th of may, year 53 after the treaty of treason. home: the seam victor’s village, district 12. occupation: 74th hunger games victor, mentor for the 12th district, huntress. weapon of choice: bow and arrow, survival skills, relationship with peeta.

this will be kept short-ish because katniss is so developed in canon and i’m following pre-quarter quell timeline of the books with very few tweaks!

katniss has no memory of anything but the life at the seam. it is happy at first, with the four of them: father, mother, prim and her. they do not have much, but they have love. her father, heath, also teaches her how to survive in the wilderness, the meadow by the forest on the edge of district 12, how to hunt, how to swim, how to scavange, how to sing. when her father dies, so does happiness at the everdeen home.

they come back alive by the kindness of a stranger, the baker’s boy. katniss would only have a chance to repay the favor several years later, when they are side by side in the hunger games — he, reaped, she, volunteered for her baby sister, whom she’d never let any harm come to. after a month in the capitol, playing their awful games, emerging as an unlikely winner, with peeta, katniss never wants to go back. she wants to resume normalcy in 12th, if that can ever be a thing when they’re moving to the wealthiest neighborhood of the district, with more money they will ever need, with her barely being able to look at her best friend’s face, or peeta’s — her boyfriend, lover, whatever. 

to make matters worse, what she did to survive during the games haunts her. not only in her nightmares, but in her waking hours, with the president telling she’s given room to a rebellion that should not occur if she wants to live, if she wants her family to live. and she does, so she does what she has to, what she is told, even if she hates it, even if she must erase all of herself for it, even if she has to marry a boy she barely knows, but is so deeply ingrained with, whom she can not leave, even if she truly wanted to (which she does not, no matter what she does not say to him). 

her marriage, televised for all of panem as the wedding of the decade and the most priviliged event of the capitol, somehow seems to calm things down. for a while, at least, or so she is told. but even as peeta moves in it is not over. the quarter quell had been announced alongside voting for every aspect of their wedding, and a month after the prestigious event, katniss goes to town square to watch the special reaping, that includes not children, but grown adults, possibly people she’s known all her life. as the only female winner of her district, as the girl on fire, as the blissfully newlywed star crossed lover, she can not not go, so katniss will try to make it worth. it is unlikely that district 12 will ever see another winner in her lifetime, but she decides that, if she has to be there to witness the bloodshed, she can not just mindlessly give up. she can not let any of her own go without even trying.

while her anger and distaste about almost everything in her life is barely veiled, much to most people’s disappointment, katniss is somewhat unaware of the brewing rebellion, much less that she’s the face of it. sure, she knows of some of the riots, of unhappiness towards the capitol, of hatred even (she sure has that herself), but she also has turned on the “oblivion is bliss” facade (something she is rather good at), for most part, as she needs to focus on survival before anything else. 

the thought of willingly, consciously doing something against the capitol, against snow right now is something that would make her jittery, because there’s just so much hanging on the line and, for all purposes, she’s done enough to convince everyone she’s just a silly, hopelessly in love girl, who bites her tongue until she draws blood and smiles until her cheeks ache. 

she’s not a heroine, and she doesn’t want to be one. the thing with katniss, however, is that she cares. even when she doesn’t want to, when she claims she doesn’t, she does. she must chastisize herself whenever her thoughts linger on a world without the shackles of spectacle, of the hunger games, of snow — her family comes first, their safety, assured by her compliance. but what if?

[1-800-c3dr1c]

The Hunger Games Incorrect Quotes

Y/N L/N: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Gale Hawthorne’*

Katniss Everdeen: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

Katniss Everdeen, after having a nosebleed: Welp. Time to wash the blood off my hands.

Finnick Odair: Guys where did Katniss Everdeen go?

Peeta Mellark: She got arrested.

Finnick Odair: How the hell-

Katniss Everdeen: *Bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Finnick Odair: Well, first of all, I'd like to thank Peeta Mellark, my best friend, for telling me Y/N L/N was going to win so don't bother to prepare a speech.

Johanna Mason, upon learning how Peeta Mellark did a magic trick: So you’re not magic?

Peeta Mellark: Well, not really.

Johanna Mason: You’re just a liar.

Peeta Mellark: Wait, I think Katniss Everdeen is sleep talking.

Katniss Everdeen, quietly: Go on, you can jump.

Katniss Everdeen: It’s only thirty stories.

Johanna Mason: *Falls of their bed*

Y/N L/N: I know you love them.

Peeta Mellark: I am not in love with Katniss Everdeen!

Y/N L/N, staring at Peeta Mellark: I never said who...

Peeta Mellark: *Realizes*

Peeta Mellark: Shit. Well, anyways-

Johanna Mason: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Johanna Mason: I’m sad.

Y/N L/N: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Y/N L/N: And das not good.

Finnick Odair: Sometimes I'll start a sentence and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way.

Y/N L/N: I warned you.

Y/N L/N: I'm perfect.

Finnick Odair: I made you a friendship bracelet!

Katniss Everdeen: Thanks, but you know I’m not the jewelry type.

Finnick Odair: Well, you don’t have to wear it-

Katniss Everdeen: No I’m wearing it forever. Back off.

Y/N L/N: Finnick Odair gave me a 'get better soon' card.

Katniss Everdeen: Aw, that's nice.

Y/N L/N: I wasn't sick, they just thought that I could do better.

Gale Hawthorne: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Finnick Odair: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Johanna Mason, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Gale Hawthorne: You are a solid 11/10.

Johanna Mason: Aw, thank-

Gale Hawthorne: Which is 1.1 because you look like shit.

Y/N L/N, excitedly: Heeyy!!

Katniss Everdeen: Hey, someone’s all excited about something.

Finnick Odair, deadpan: Yeah, and it’s making me sick.

Peeta Mellark: Yum, thanks!

Kidnapper: *Puts more tape over their mouth* I said stop eating it.

Johanna Mason: I don't follow the rules. I follow dogs on social media.

Gale Hawthorne: Are we really going to let Finnick Odair keep Katniss Everdeen?

Y/N L/N: We kept Johanna Mason.

Gale Hawthorne: Good point.

Johanna Mason: HEY!

Finnick Odair: Between Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Y/N L/N, and Gale Hawthorne -- if you had to -- who would you punch?

Johanna Mason: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.

Finnick Odair: Y/N L/N?

Johanna Mason: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Johanna Mason: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.

Gale Hawthorne: Johanna Mason taught me to think before I act.

Gale Hawthorne: ...So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Gale Hawthorne: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.

Gale Hawthorne: My facebook photo is a landscape.

Katniss Everdeen: I am sick of dealing with you guys being all lovey-dovey.

Peeta Mellark:

Gale Hawthorne:

Johanna Mason:

Finnick Odair: All I did was kiss Y/N L/N ONCE.