#which obviously we need for a Gale playlist

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Gale, pls? (Please take all the time you need)

Amazing I was listening to music this morning and thinking about Gale so I am READY

edit: here's a link

1. The Contender - The Glorious Sons

“I could have been a contender  But my head wasn't cold enough As a child my wild eyes made up for what I was not Now the chains rattle and I don't even care I'm too young to be sure And I'm far too old to be scared”

2. And So It Went - The Pretty Reckless

“And so it went The children lost their minds Crawlin' over bodies of those who gave their lives And the fists began to throw And the fire starts to blaze Don't you think they know They're the fuckin' human race?”

3. Crying In The Rain - AHA

“I'll never let you see The way my broken heart is hurting me I've got my pride and I know how to hide All my sorrow and pain I'll do my crying in the rain”

4. Don’t Look Back In Anger - Oasis

“I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed 'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off your face 'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out”

5. Brilliant - Shinedown 

“Say it if you're one of us The beaten and the furious Been chastised, analyzed, for the very last time It's all the same (Believe it or not) But this ain't a game (And I'll never stop) So you better run for your life “Let me clear my throat, let me catch my breath Let my heart bleed out till there's nothing left It's my day to be brilliant”

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give me a character or ship and i will make you a 3-5 song playlist

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GNO -- The Everlark Kiss

Who doesn’t love an Everlark first kiss?All that pent up energy, the slow burn of a love story often thwarted.... And then it happens. A KISS.

Below the cut is the GNO Everlark first kiss - chapter 24. You look like you need it. 

(Rated M. It’s Johanna, after all.) 

I open my eyes to Finn dipping Annie, who grabs his head and pulls it down for a kiss. When he rises, he looks like he just won the lottery. Madge leans forward and whispers something in Gale's ear that has him grinning. Only Katniss looks to have snapped back to her dark sneer. The beer she's chugging has nothing to do with it, I'm sure, and I make a mental note to get her to slow down.

I can't help but point out the obvious. "This is a frat party: we'll make more fun, I'm sure."

He chuckles, but I barely notice. Katniss straightens up when she hears the rumble of an approaching motorcycle and stalks to the playlist selection. I idly wonder how she's picked up on it – hell, I probably wouldn't have noticed it if Brue hadn't just mentioned Peeta's bike. Then I realize that she's been waiting for Peeta all night; of course she's aware of the sound of his bike. She's probably been listening for it since we got here. She scrolls through the list, frantic with renewed purpose and obviously searching for something. Her expression when she finds it is euphoric.

Which I'm sure means it's not good.

I know I've mentioned that Katniss has a great voice before – really almost professional quality. This is probably the first time I've heard her sing with an angry edge, though, and it takes it up another notch. It's the sort of voice that makes most of the folks at the party stop to listen because she's just so freaking good. Birds, and I don't just mean the super-dumb pigeons we have in the concrete jungle of L.A., would stop for this voice.

Peeta's bike pulls slowly into the driveway just when she hits the chorus:

Don't cry to me, if you loved me,

You would be here with me.

If you want me, come find me.

Make up your mind.

He doesn't hop off his bike right away as he yanks off his helmet, it's as if he grasps that something's going on and he may need to jet. I can pinpoint the exact moment when he realizes who is singing, exactly what she's saying, and that it's aimed at him. His hand, still gloved in black leather comes up to rub his neck as he meets Katniss's eyes and she angrily croons, "You can't play the victim this time and you're too late."

Brue asks me a question, but I shush him with an impatient wave of my hand: I've got to see how this plays out.

Their eyes clash and hold, steel against blue agate. Peeta stands, swinging a leather-clad leg over his bike while Katniss runs her eyes over him as if she's TSA doing a strip search. He looks lost for only a moment before he processes her look and responds with a hungry one of his own. She's still singing, angrily calling him out for every wrong she's attributed to him since before Christmas break. The biggest one is, of course, that he didn't call.

You never call me when you're sober.

You only want me 'cuz it's over, it's over.

How could I have burned paradise?

How could I? You were never mine.

Her voice breaks on the last line, which snaps him out of their staring contest and he strides toward her with the light playing on black leather like he's some dark beast. He stops directly in front of her, short, gold hair glinting above the black of his jacket. I can't see his face, but Katniss can and whatever she sees there infuses her singing with a note of poignant, vulnerable questioning.

"I've made up my mind," she sings.

I would think Peeta would just let her finish and then maybe the two of them could retreat to the kitchen and talk for a bit. Katniss is drunk, though, and perhaps he picks up on it just from the fact that she's singing all by herself while staring him down with wide, angry eyes and flushed cheeks. Maybe the final straw is that she pokes him in the chest with a finger as the last note dies off. I never do figure out what triggers him to act.

I suppose it doesn't matter, really.

She pokes him and his back goes ramrod straight. His ass actually flexes tight under the leather of his pants like he's coiled for action. He reaches for her, a sudden tug that pulls her to him tightly. Her eyes, just visible, go wide at the unexpected collision of their bodies. She doesn't look scared and she certainly doesn't fight him, not even when he leans forward and claims her lips with his.

Her hands grasp his shoulders. It dawns on me that Peeta is holding her with one arm – I've forgotten how strong he is – while he uses the other to guide one of her legs around his hip. He shifts his hold so he can stroke her jaw gently while he continues to kiss her. And that's when I see their faces.

I'm suddenly reminded of a line from The Princess Bride, "Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind."

Fuck.

It feels wrong to be watching this, I think, as her hands thread themselves through the shortness of his hair and her ankles lock into the dimples at the base of his spine. I can actually feel my pulse racing like when I watched the kiss in The Notebook for the first time: that kiss left me shaken for weeks afterward, weak-kneed and weepy. This one is no different, especially because it means that two of my closest friends will be happy. I watch his hand slide into her braid and fist lightly as their lips cling.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I really, really need to get laid.