#lovely tothe bone 🐬🦴🧡

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I concur to all this as long as my baby Katniss is the smallest besides her baby Prim and my other baby Peeta is above 5’9.

Also.... headcanon not one single soul asked for :

In the first book, Katniss is visited by Mr. Mellark before leaving on the train. I haven’t read it in a long time but it stuck in my memory that she mainly described him (other than quiet) as large. Like he was a very tall, very broad man.

So anyways, it’s my personal headcanon that Peeta takes after his father and is just a little bit of a later developer so by the time he’s twenty, his stocky frame becomes a very broad one and he’s tall too. Not like Gale tall, but like... 6’0 tall.

(Oh and you get small font by highlighting your text and clicking in the small letter option. It’s right by italics and bold. On the app. I haven’t touched a computer in years.)

Everyone’s entitled to their own headcanons but for the sake of my talking 🦋 Imma post my personal ideas for character heights in the books 🥰

In my mind :

Katniss — 5’1/5’2 (5’3 if we’re feeling generous)

Peeta — at least 5’9 but I like 5’10

Gale — 6’3/6’4

Haymitch — 6’2

Finnick — 5’11/6’0 (this one is so random idk why I came up with this)

Johanna — 5’5/5’6

Prim — at the start, 4’10 but at her death 5’1

Annie — 5’5 (this one is random too, I’m not sure where that came from)

Madge — 5’7/5’8 (mayor’s daughter is model tall)

Delly — 5’3

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Quit torturing me with Shiver & Gold tags and hand over the writing woman

Bahahahahaha, wellll uh..... it could be a bit before I actually start writing the fic from start to finish but here’s a lil preview of it 😏🤩🥰.  Context is, this takes place about a quarter way through. Everlark have crossed over into romantic but haven’t gotten around to saying I love you yet. Oh yeah and also... this is unedited and probs has typos so ya know 💁🏼‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️. Don’t expect much 😂😅😎.

“Peeta, I don’t belong here,” I whisper in a half-pleading voice as he runs his fingers through my hair. “Okay, I think this was a mistake to-“

“But you wanted to come yesterday?” He points out and I deflate back against my maroon velvet comforter. Or rather, Peeta’s maroon velvet comforter. After all, it’s his bed. He’s the one who gave me this room. He’s the one who let me even be a guest in his house, let alone a guest at his family’s annual ball.

And he’s also right. I was the one who wished to come, instead of following Gale’s lead and wisely opting when I had the chance.

Peeta kneels down in front of me, his hand coming to rest on my leg, right where my ivy green slip ends. “Talk to me,” he urges, his thumb rubbing a circle on the inside of my thigh, causing me to sit up as an involuntary shiver to runs down my spine. “What has you suddenly so afraid?”

At that, I let out a humorless laugh. “What do you think? Your family. Your friends. The people who are on their way right now.” Yesterday when I said I wanted to come, when I looked into the deep blue eyes of the boy who’d been so gentle and kind to both me and my ungrateful friend, who’d made me feel at home in a place I never imagined as anything but cold and creepy, who holds me in his warm embrace at night and didn’t shy away when I kissed him without warning, I didn’t truly consider what his family’s annual ball would entail.

Of course, how could I? It’s not like we have balls in Twelve. It’s not like I have any experience with royalty or mansions or the elite class of society.

But if Peeta could be born and bred of these people, then they couldn’t be all bad. Right? They couldn’t all be like his mother and Brann. There had to be other good ones here in this city.

“Katniss,” Peeta murmurs in a serious tone and tips my chin until I meet his gaze. “I promise you, I will not let anyone be cruel to you. You’re going to be by my side the entire night. My mother and her friends won’t even have a chance to glance at you without me there.”

I roll my eyes at his assertion. “Your mother is going to figure out a way to make me disappear one of these days.”

“No, she isn’t,” he sternly disputes before picking up my hand and bringing it to his lips. “My mother hasn’t had control of my life for a long time. And she knows it.”

His words bring me relief, however temporary but I still can’t stop myself from adding, “I’m a blemish on your family tree in her eyes.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a blemish on the family tree in her eyes. Alright, for the last time, don’t worry about my mother. The only person she likes around here is Brann.”

I chuckle at that, though even that sound is taunt with nerves. “You could never be a blemish on anything,” I murmur, my voice somewhat more flirty than before.

Peeta’s eyes suddenly light up at the change in my tone. “Maybe,” he halfway agrees, his voice becoming sly. “Except you didn’t know me three years ago.”

“Oh, really?” I laugh at his implication, though it’s more a curious sound than a real giggle. “Who were you three years ago?”

“Yeah, Peeta,” I hear an unwelcome voice chime right in, like they were invited into our conversation. “Tell her who you were three years ago? Or better yet, why don’t you tell her where you were two years ago at this time?”

In an instant, right on his brother’s words, the color drains from Peeta’s already fair skin.

And I don’t know why, I don’t know what possesses me to snap in his defense—a boy I’ve only known for a for months—when I can’t even find it in me to fight for myself inside these castle walls. But before I can even consider my actions, I’m barking, “Is it not enough that you make your wife miserable, Brann? Do you really have to make everyone want to crawl into a hole?”

The older, larger man looks like he’s about to snap back when a loud crash echos down the hall.

“Alina!” Brann scolds, abruptly turning and rushing down the hall. “I told you not to touch anything!”

Peeta’s eyes follow his brother’s, as if waiting for him to come back. Come back and berate him, come back and make him remember an experience so horrific, that he won’t share with me a single detail about it.

But I know him well enough now to recognize the cloudy look that crosses his deep blue eyes, every time someone alludes to it.

“Hey,” I soothe, reaching out and touching his cheek, bringing his gaze back onto me. I’m not longer self-conscious or nervous for the ball. My entire body goes into protective mode when someone I care for is hurting.

He leans his face into my palm exhaustively. “Hi,” he whispers back, shutting his lids as my hand holds the side of his face.

“Come here,” I invite, and tug him with me as I lay back onto the bed beneath me. I pull his body on top of me, wrapping both my arms and legs around him, running my fingers through his blonde curls.

And for some reason, I know the words he needs to hear. The same words that console him after a nightmare.

The only words that console him after a nightmare.

“You’re safe here with me.”

I feel his lips smile as they touch my neck softly, as his eyelids flutter open and shut again. “I don’t know how I ever got by without you.”

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Why is there a dolphin and bone and heart by name on your tag 😆

Your user name is the bone and.... I gave mutuals a random animal emoji 🤷🏼‍♀️😂🥰😏

Also dolphins are cute don’t lie

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*karate chops your ask box*

YOU HAVE BEEN INVADED

😂😂😂

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YEEEEEEEEES TEAM #EVERDEEN-MELLARK you are literally the only other person I've seen say that he hyphenates his name too! 🥰🥰🥰

Well he does, it’s totally canon. Peeta reverses that troupe where the girl writes her first name and her crush’s last in her notebook. Peeta used to write “Mr. Katniss Everdeen” and “Peeta Everdeen” when he was in school, in their third grade math class, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, catching her attention every so often and quickly looking away, blushing, and hoping Delly didn’t notice or else she’ll tease him too loud and too boisterously.

So anyways, long story short,

🥰Peeta Everdeen-Mellark 🥰

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Madge or Delly?

Delly. Peeta deserved her as his best friend in the earlier books too and the movie should have at least acknowledged her. I never attached myself to Madge in the least. I don’t know why. It’s almost inconvenient for me to have to find a way to include her in some of my (future) fics (that I’m writing now), because she was never in any of the actual plotty stuff too much in the books. Like at least Delly was in Thirteen. It’s not that I don’t like the character, I just genuinely forget she exists.

Also here’s my headcanons of what they’d probably look like :

Madge

or

Delly

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Katniss & Finnick or Peeta & Finnick

Katniss and Finnick 💯 percent, because I have a real soft spot for that friendship.

Though I do love Finnick and Peeta, especially with how Mockingjay Part 2 added in extra lil background moments with them.

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New theme *chefs kiss*

Thank youuuuu

(The icon is still being tweaked)

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"autocorrect is my number one enemy" me too chick, me too

Bahahahahahahahahaha and my typing and therefore autocorrect has gotten so much worse since I got acrylics again 😂😂😂😂