I just realised that the first picture is BEFORE and the 2nd & 3rd pictures are the OUTCOMES from the 1st! I used to think that those pictures from the West household on Earth 2 were drawn by somebody but God was I wrong! I’M YODELLING THIS GIVES ME ALL THE FEELS, I’M HAVING GOOSEBUMPS, THIS GIVES ME LIFE 😍😭 cutest thing ever!! Also, GG has his arms around CP AWWW KMS
Hi! My birthday is on Sept. 6th! I'd love either best friends to lovers, or an arranged marriage fic. But honestly, any fic with any rating would do, as long as there's fluff! <3 This blog is awesome, thank you so much!
Wishing you a most happy birthday! Just for you, the amazing @norbertsmom has written this perfect little slice of Everlark perfection. We hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful day!
Best in Class
“You’re late, Mellark,” Katniss complains, scowling at her approaching friend.
“Sorry,” Peeta replies, holding out a bakery bag as compensation, tilting his head to the side and giving her puppy dog eyes.
“I’m starving,” Katniss grumbles as she grabs the bag out of his hand, tearing it open and inhaling deeply before closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.
Katniss reaches into the bag and pulls out two cheesebuns and hands one to Peeta. “Why are you dressed up?” she asks before she stuffs the other cheesebun into her mouth.
“This really ins’t something you need to be nervous about,” Clarke says.
Bellamy doesn’t look convinced. If anything, it makes him look more nervous, and Clarke tamps down on the wave of fondness before she can do anything stupid, like kiss the costar she isn’t even supposed to be dating at the Kid’s Choice Awards.
It’s not her fault she likes him better than Finn.
“That’s easy for you to say,” he grumbles. “You do these all the time. We’re presenting. How do we present?”
“We rehearsed it, remember? Just do what we rehearsed and you’ll be fine.”
“What if they slime me? That’s this one, right? The slime one.”
“They don’t actually surprise you with the slime.” She pats his shoulder. “You’re going to be fine.”
He lets out a breath, closing his eyes, and Clarke takes advantage of the moment to check him out. Dressing up for the Kid’s Choice Awards isn’t really a huge thing, especially for guys, who have more trouble finding a happy medium between t-shirt and jeans and black-tie event, and Bellamy struggled with it. But he’s wearing a nice navy button-down and jeans that look more expensive than they are, his hair artfully distressed.
He doesn’t really look better than he usually does; he just looks good all the time.
“You think I’ve actually got a shot at winning?” he asks, finally.
“Definitely. I keep telling you, you’re way more popular than Finn.” She pauses and adds, “I voted for you.”