#so that’s cool :)

[mumblesplash]

The Dungeon is ready for its favorite next victim

[de4d-sug4r]

@patricia-taxxon I was inspired by ur post

[friendship-ditch]

hii! how r u? 💗

i would KILL for katniss headcanons about her and the reader living in district 13 (at the beginning of mockingjay pt1). just katniss and the reader trying to heal from the games with each other’s love. 😼

skip if you don’t want to obv

Temporary Home

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: After being rescued from the Quarter Quell, you and Katniss try to adapt to life in District 13.

Warnings/Notes: Slight mentions of suicide and mental illness but that’s it—Also, thank you for the request! I’m sorry this one is so short, I have another, longer D13 story in the works and didn’t want to use all my ideas

Word Count: 1416

“Y/n?”

You sat up in your bed, jolting awake from the voice. You looked around at the unfamiliar setting, the IV in your arm, the dim yellow lights in the walls and the flashing screens…

Katniss was standing at the end of your bed. She was in the same cloth gown as you, her dark hair messy and wild, and her eyes blank. She’d heard you crying in your sleep and had been clearly doing the same.

“Hey…” You rasped, wiping your face. You brushed the sheets aside as she took a seat beside you. “Are you okay?”

“Are you?” Katniss met your gaze with knowing eyes. When you shook your head, she shuddered a little. “Nobody’s okay down here…”

“No.” You agreed quietly, trying to keep your voice down so as to not alert the guards patrolling the halls.

After landing in District 13, the two of you were shipped off to the mental facility pretty far down. You hadn’t seen each other in a day or two, and you certainly weren't supposed to be with each other at the moment but Katniss was always a master at sneaking out.

Her shaky arms snaked around yours and she planted her chin on your shoulder, seeking affection and warmth like a lost child. Her District had been blown to bits and she’d found out only days ago, adding onto the pile of worry and grief in her mind.

As for you, well, you couldn’t return to your District now, not with everything going on. If you so much as stepped foot back there you’d either be shot by a Peacekeeper for the Capitol, or murdered by a Rebel of District 13, of whose base you were currently in now. You’d spoken to the President only once and she’d assured you that down here, you were an ally to the rebels and loyal to their cause, so you were safe, but you just couldn’t be sure.

“They keep telling me I need sleep.” Katniss whispered softly in your ear, her uneven breath tickling your neck, your arm coated in the cold sweat from her hands. “They don’t want me to walk… they don’t want me to do anything. I feel like a prisoner.”

“I think that’s how they work down here.” You whispered back. “At least for now… They don’t trust us enough to be alone, they think we’ll break and kill ourselves.”

“I thought about it.” Katniss’s mumble was quiet as if this was no big deal. “But… I’m with you now. I need you, please, y/n, I can’t be down here by myself.” Her voice was edged with panic as her heart began to race, mind flashing with images of losing you, the one thing keeping her sane, once more. “Y/n, please, please don’t let them take me.”

You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her flush against you. She melted into your hug with a broken whimper cut off as she buried her face into your neck.

“I won’t let them.” You murmured. “I promise.”

“Y/n…”

“I promise.” You repeated with a kiss to the top of her head.

Katniss slowly nodded, her breath calming down as she clung to you like a koala. You laid with her in your arms and the two of you slept peacefully through the night.

When the doctors believed you were both stable enough to be let out of the mental hospital, they urged you two share a living quarters and stuck you in there without much else instruction.

Primrose came and gave you two the most basic tour and made sure she was in the same lunch hour. She kept you guys company and helped you get used to the strict rules of this new militaristic life.

Katniss was a little less willing to adapt. She didn’t have to take up a job or wake up as early as everyone else as she had agreed to be the Mockingjay, and was deemed too mentally unstable. So when the two of you were apart, she wandered the long empty halls uneasily when she wasn’t busy.

It was somewhat of a nice break from the horrifying world that had become the surface above. District 13 would never be home, and you would never feel completely comfortable down there, but it was safe, somewhat.

It wasn’t safe from the nightmares, though.

Nothing could stop those.

Especially for Katniss.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.”

The words tumbled out of your mouth, effortless like a waterfall, but frantic nonetheless. You were sitting on the edge of her bed, eyes still adjusting to the dim yellow light of your living quarters. It wasn’t a pleasant glow but it was enough to see what and who had caused all of the ruckus.

Katniss was practically curled up around your arm. She was soaked in a cold sweat, her nails digging into your skin with a rarely shown strength and her breath ragged and quick. She wasn’t screaming anymore but she was still shaking, the images from her nightmare lingering in her mind.

“You’re alright.” You murmured, wrapping your arms around her. Her board-like body melted almost immediately and she slumped into your arms with a whimper. You kissed the top of her head. “I’ve got you.”

It took Katniss a few more moments to snap back to reality, but she did it with a heavy sigh of relief. She pulled her head out of the crook of your neck and glanced up at you apologetically.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was a little hoarse. “I have nightmares.. almost every night.”

You knew this already. During your nightwatch in the Quarter Quell, you heard this whimpering sound and followed it back to camp, finding Katniss, curled in a ball, thrashing about from a nightmare. You’d soothed her with a hand on her side and she didn’t wake up, unaware of your actions.

“That’s okay.” You murmured, deciding to not mention the memory. “I get them too. They suck.”

Katniss nodded. Her eyes were pleading and teary and you laid beside her, letting her lean into your grip. She rested her head against your shoulder and you held her close.

“It’s not like being down here helps.” You said a few seconds later, scanning the room once more with distaste.

The living quarters the two of you were sharing weren’t bad at all, just… very plain and industrial, as was the rest of the District. Primrose, who was asleep in the room next door, had told the both of you that every room was designed the same to be as efficient and equal. You couldn’t help but wonder if the President’s living quarters were the exact same.

Katniss chuckled weakly at your joke. Her heart had begun to calm down but her breath was still heavy. “You’re right about that.” She mumbled. “I miss the sky and the trees…” she trailed off before she could add the words District 12.

“I miss having a free will.” You chimed in and she nodded softly. You kissed her forehead this time and hugged her a little tighter. “But.. we’re safe here. At least for now.”

She smiled faintly at you, closing her eyes for a moment and letting out a heavy sigh. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded, stroking her hair now. “I know it doesn’t seem like it.. But I think we’ll be able to heal here, at least just a little. “We won’t be apart anymore, we won’t be in the games, we.. well, you, technically, kind of have special privileges…”

Katniss giggled softly and looked up at you. She pressed a kiss to your cheek and then snuggled her head onto your chest. “That’s true.”

“Mhm.” You kissed the top of her head in return. “Now… how about you get some sleep, and then tomorrow we’ll see if we can use those privileges and maybe take a visit to the surface.”

This idea seemed to settle Katniss even more and she closed her eyes, a small, real smile still on her face.

“Love you..” She murmured softly. “So much…” Her voice was drenched with sleep.

“I love you too.” You whispered back as she fell asleep on your chest. You smiled a little and closed your eyes as well, falling asleep beside her in your new, temporary place of rest, with the one person that could make anywhere, even a place like District 13, feel like home.

[dailymewo]

*Gives MEWO a bowl of milk* hey MEWO -_-

Meow! (Oh, hi Aubrey!)

*mewo slowly drinks from the milk*

Meow! (Thanks for the milk!)

*she drinks some more*

Meow? (how’s it going?)

[dyouevendraw]

A WWX sketch for my bsf (I’ll be coloring it soon)

[liesmultixxx]

Of course I’m an afterthought.

Thanks to my friends for making plans without me and then being like “you’re invited as well!!!!!!”

Haha. Thank you. Glad to know I’m that important to you.

Gonna kms

[foreshvdowing]

oh yeah, i did a ritual & charged up some water under the total solar eclipse so that’s cool.

[grasstimes]

The four of them! You can trust me!!

[tiriansjewel]

guys help I want to rewatch the found family american propaganda hockey movie again

[farfromstrange]

The other day, I went to get myself new glasses because I hate the look of my current ones, and they always test your eyes beforehand. So, I went into the store I got my last glasses at.

My last eye test was 2021 so it’s been a while, and those of you who wear glasses probably know that they tell you that, ‘Oh, it’s been a very long time since you were last here. It’s about time you get your eyes checked.’

Anyway. I sit down on the chair, read those stupidly small letters while this nice lady tries out different glasses (you know, to see how strong they need to be), and once we’re done she goes, “Okay, so… did you even see anything with your old glasses?” And that’s never a good sign.

I have to admit that I actually didn’t see that much, but enough to kind of make out stuff in the distance, so I thought it was enough. I told her that, she was like, “Yeah, but now it’s time for new glasses,” and we went back downstairs to look at some options.

I did find a nice pair, but while she was getting it fitted for me, she went, “With these new glasses your vision’s back to 100%. With the old ones it was more than 20% worse.” And I was SHOOKETH because my eyes got a lot worse than I thought, which I kind of knew but I didn’t want to believe it. But she wasn’t having any of it and gave me a reality check, so now I’m waiting for my new glasses and hopefully my eyes will remain this bad for a little while longer without getting worse or I’ll be broke and blind.

I can’t believe I was driving A CAR with around 70% vision SHORT-SIGHTED and still managed to stay safe. Blows my mind. Anyway, go get your eyes checked regularly, guys. It’s important!

[johnsspacesuittight]

what is in TMA that makes me go completely insane just thinking about it, what did they put in this podcast to make it do that

[c0smic-coral]

39/Smooth is underrated.

[shutupdevvie]

there’s enough spots for everyone to come to my graduation thank god

[myrathefarmer]

hi hi hi i just started watching amphibia and figured you might care /lh because. yeah. looks at your blog header and pfp. I'm enjoying it so far!!

YEEEEEEESSSSSS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

AMPHIBIA MY BELOVED 🐸🐸🐸🐸

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

This is me attempting to express how fucking frustrating it is talking to a certain person in a slightly less mean way:

He uses so little of his god given critical thinking skills when he says certain things that my brain stops working because I can’t understand how the fuck he got to that conclusion and then I feel like the dumb one because can’t think of what to even say

Like it’s so impressive that I am left speechless

[murder-clown-around-town]

Wow. What a long and eventful birthday.

^absolute horseshit