braid katniss

outsider’s view on eurovision

ballads everywhere, unusual choreography, Space Gays, Space, Gays, fuckign ballads, strobe lighting, katniss braids, a c c e n t s, is he singing about world peace or world peas, enough with the ballads, glitter everywhere, that One country that doesn’t do a ballad and saves the entire damn thing (portugal)

Love is...Ensuring the Enduring Happiness of Katniss Everdeen

by: @finnicko-loves-anniec

Facing twelve weeks of summer without her best friend, Posy knows she needs a project. At first, hunting with Katniss seems like enough, but when she realizes just how lonely her new friend really is, Posy is determined to find a more permanent companion for Katniss. She’s even got the man picked out – Peeta Mellark. Now, all that remains is convincing them they need each other.


It seemed wrong that summer, the time of year where there were the fewest things to do, also had the longest days. At seven and eight, and for most of her ninth year, Posy had not thought much of it. Now that she was ten, however, that observation grated at her. Yes, she could have filled her days in the same way she had in past summers, with pick-up kickball in the town square or playing pretend in the meadow with Paige and Senna, but she felt too big to play kickball with the five-year-olds and she and Senna had gotten into a fight the last day of school that neither of them had yet apologized for. Considering that she hadn’t been the one who told Mrs. Clearney about the insect case, Posy had no intention of saying sorry first. Paige and Senna didn’t agree. Being right felt nice, but it was also boring when nobody else felt like being right with you.

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Diagonal Dutch Braid

When the Hunger Games movie first came out, the “Katniss Braid” was a big thing for hair.  While the movie franchise has now ended, this hair fad has not ended for me.  The diagonal dutch braid is such a staple because it is a simple way to keep your hair out of the way for school and sports alike.  Although there are already tutorials for this braid out there, I thought the style was an important one to be included on I’m Hair For You too.

Materials:

1) Brush

2) Hair Tie

Procedure:

1) Begin by brushing out your hair.

2) Take three sections of hair from the top corner of your head.

3) Cross the top section under the middle section. 

4) Cross the bottom section under the middle section.

5) From the top, front of your head, add in hair to the top section.

6) Cross the top section under the middle section.

7) From the bottom of your head, add in more hair to the bottom section.

8) Again, cross the bottom section under the middle section.  This is a dutch braid that goes in a diagonal direction as opposed to vertical.  Find a more in-depth tutorial here.

9) Continue this braiding process in a diagonal direction to the bottom corner of your head.  Once you get to the other side, all hair should be incorporated into the dutch braid.  

10) Finish off with a regular braid, tie off with a hair elastic, and spray with hairspray.

here’s the final installment of my single daddy!peeta series (parts 1 and 2). thank you for reading!


The gift is wrapped in pink and white striped paper. The sides are painstakingly folded over and taped down, a large white bow on top to polish off the look.

Katniss spent an obscene amount of time wrapping this present. She even watched YouTube tutorials on the best way to wrap a present because normally she just shoves things in gift bags with leftover, crumpled up tissue paper.

But this gift is important, and only the pleasure of shredding and tearing the paper to get inside can do it justice.

As she approaches the front door, Katniss clutches the gift-wrapped box in her hands and cradles it to her stomach as if it were some precious, fragile thing and not the box of building blocks it actually is.

She hopes Levin likes the gift. It’s been a long time since Katniss had to buy a present for a toddler, and she doesn’t really know what this particular toddler likes. She used to know, at some point.

Not that it really matters. Kids like something for three seconds before moving on to the next toy, anyway.

But if she doesn’t preoccupy herself by fretting over this, she’ll start to think too much about how she’s going to be face to face with Peeta for the first time in a year and a half. She tries to convince herself that the nerves threatening to choke her are borne of the need to appease a 3-year-old–and not said 3-year-old’s father.

It’s the first time she’s seeing him since the night they slept together, but he’s kept in touch like he promised, emailing her every few weeks or so with new photos of Levin. He doesn’t include himself in any of the photos thankfully, though part of her wishes she could look at his face again; she doesn’t have Facebook, and at this point it would have just been weird to look him up. He’s always polite in his emails, dutifully captioning the photos, asking her cordial questions, such as how she’s doing.

She can never bring herself to reply with anything more than surface-level, just “Doing well, thanks! Levin is getting so big!” She never asks how he is or what he’s up to, not sure she really wants to know. She’s tried getting over him, dating other men, hell, even just fucking someone else to relieve the itch. But the last guy her friend Johanna set her up with, Cato, while bearing a vague resemblance to Peeta with his blond hair, sturdy build and good looks, was lacking in every other way. Katniss actually shoved his face out of hers when he was on top of her trying to stick his dick in her after a fairly bland movie-and-dinner date, shoved him all the way out the door, actually, because she couldn’t stand that he wasn’t Peeta.

There’s just no getting over him.

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Innocence Within (Part I)

Written by: @alliswell21

Prompt #59: Lighthearted Canon-Divergent, Snow’s Hijacking backfires, reverting Peeta to a childlike state, where he pulls on Katniss’ braids, and draws her pictures to let her know that he Likes-Likes her. by @elaine-spades.

Rated: Hard T for mature themes

Tags: AU, In Panem Canon Divergent, Botched Hijacking, Fluff and Angst, Memory Loss, Mention of Torture, PTSD, Grief, etc.

Word Count: approx. 9200 for this part. Fic will be continued on AO3 and possibly on ff.net

Summary: “It hits me immediately, Haymitch and I are the only family Peeta has now, whatever is wrong with him, it’ll be up to us to deal with.” Peeta has been rescued from the Capitol, Katniss will do her best to help The Boy with Bread come back to her.

Author’s note: The prompt requests the story to be lighthearted, but the more I dip my toes in the story, the theme of losing ones mind is actually more heartbreaking, but I can try for Fluffy and sweet until it rots your teeth. This scenario turns out to be bittersweet once the story starts developing. I hope I can do justice to the prompt since it’s a very good one, and I thank Elaine-spades for it. This story was betaed by the very insightful @kleeklutch, who did some very necessary trimming and crossed out my t’s beautifully, thank you dear, your input is much appreciated. I used lyrics to ‘Down in The Valley’ a popular Appalachian Mountain Air, no author that I could specifically find for, the lyrics vary by singer as this kind of folk songs do. Although we have no way of knowing if this is the specific song SC referred to by ‘The Valley song’ it’s pretty fitting.  

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Your voice Inside My Head

AN: This is pure and utter trash and totally my fault but I had to do a final PIP. Awful couple of weeks and just happened to bust this bad boy out while spending two nights in the hospital. Maybe a WIP after a couple drinks who knows. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you for this awesome Everlark nest.

Summary: A comatose Peeta waking up after 6 years in search of his girl on fire and learning so much more. AU.

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Everlark Pregnancy Drabble

Apparently I forgot to ever post this - it’s been sitting in my drafts for at least a year. This is just a silly little bit of fluff that popped into my head one night after reading the prompt. 

Imagine Person A of your OTP is pregnant, and Person B has begun a habit of talking to A’s stomach, from telling stories to bad jokes. A lot. Whether Person A finds it cute or is incredibly annoyed is up to you.


The first pregnancy was the hardest. Katniss was on edge at the best of times, almost broken at the worst. Peeta tried to help her through it as best he could, and she responded to his efforts fairly well on good days.

One of the simpler things he did was tell jokes to their baby. They were really for Katniss’ benefit. The more terrible the pun, or awful the punchline, the better. She would groan, and imperiously order him to stop, but most importantly, she was distracted from her fears for a while.

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The One

Prompt 50: K & P are roommates and best friends. Both are frustrated with their non-existent love lives. K convinces P they should sleep together to release tension. It’s mind-blowing and amazing, but they agree it was just a one-time thing because it was just “desperate measures”, but neither can stop thinking about the other. Make it a happy fic? Submitted by Anonymous.

By @burkygirl

Rated M for future parts, mild language warning

Part 1 of ?

The minute Katniss stepped out of her car and into the driveway of the little house she shared with Peeta, she frowned. The tantalizingly tangy scent of Peeta’s homemade marinara sauce was drifting through the kitchen window to her nose. As a teacher at a nearby school, Peeta usually arrived home before she did and started dinner. He made everything from scratch with fresh ingredients and it was always incredibly delicious. But if he was cooking comfort food, something was bothering him. As she got closer to the door, she caught the yeasty and unmistakable odour of her favourite treat- cheese buns. When she heard him switch on his Kitchen Aid mixer, Katniss realized he was making the pasta by hand and a cloud passed over her heart. Peeta, it seemed, was having a very bad day. However, her stomach, the miserable traitor, was tap dancing.

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Stiles Stilinski - “Attention” Requested

You’d been dating Stiles for a long time, but recently you’d been hanging out with your other friends more than with him without realizing

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Fuzzy socks, sweat pants, and messy hair was the correct way to hang out with your friends on Friday night. You wore your boyfriend’s sweater while eating pizza on the floor of Lydia’s living room, in between Lydia and Malia. Kira and Lydia were lounging on the couch, occasionally reaching over to grab handfuls of popcorn while you girls had a Harry Potter marathon. It was the first night of your spring break, and you chose to spend it together, lazily, and avoiding worries of the outside world, which is what you did basically every weekend.

                “This was always my favourite,” Kira said while in the middle of watching The Prisoner of Azkaban. She was gleefully drinking some soda, her feet kicked up onto Lydia’s lap.

                “You said that when we were watching the second movie… and the first one…” Allison giggles.

                “Because they’re all so awesome!” You laughed at Kira, while braiding Malia’s hair. Just last week, you all had a Hunger Games movie night, and Malia was obsessed with putting her hair in a braid to resemble Katniss. You were glad to braid her hair; you smiled at how cute she was with her new found obsession, bringing out her inner nine year old. You heard your phone vibrate across the floor, making it’s interruption. Stiles’ face lit up the screen –a photo of him wearing Mickey Mouse ears from the pack’s road trip to Disneyland the month before.

                You smiled, “Hold on, I have to answer this.”

                “Oh, it’s Stiles, isn’t it?” Lydia teased you, pursing her lips. “Go answer to Lover Boy.”

                You quickly finished up Malia’s hair then crawled over to answer your phone. “Hey,” you grinned.

                “Hey,” Stiles answered, sounding cheerful. “Are you busy right now?”

                You looked at the girls, who quickly looked away from you, pretending that they weren’t eavesdropping and that they were watching the movie instead. “Kind of. I’m with Malia, Allison, Lydia and Kira right now. We’re all at Lydia’s."   

                He went quiet for a moment. "Oh. Never mind. I’ll let you go-”

                “No. What was it, Stiles?” You asked, sensing disappointment in his tone. “You can come join us!”

                “No. It’s our girl’s night!” Allison said from behind you. “I’m pretty sure Stiles is not a girl.”

                You sighed as Stiles said, “I could hear that. It’s alright, (Y/N), we can just do this tomorrow.”

                “Tomorrow…?” You looked at the girls. They were all staring right back at you.

                “Tomorrow we planned to practice Lacrosse,” Kira said to you.

                Malia spoke quickly after her, “And we were going to go shopping for new spring wardrobes with Lydia.”

                “And my dad invited you to dinner tomorrow night,” Allison reminded you.

                “God, Stiles, I-” You began to tell him, turning away from your friends, but he interrupted you.

                “It’s okay. I understand.” But he did not sound like he was okay.

                You tried to think of something to say to make him feel better. “What did you have planned, though?” You heard the girls whispering behind you.

                “I don’t know. We haven’t hung out very much for quite some time, so I thought maybe we could take a drive and get some food and sit in the field like we did that one time… but it’s okay. Some other time, I guess.”

                “That sounds really nice,” you told him honestly. Malia was suddenly standing at your side, patiently waiting to tell you something. You covered the phone, “Yea?”

                “Go to him,” She smiled. “You’re with us all the time. We understand if you want to go.”

                “I can’t just ditch you guys. Plus I took off my makeup a few hours ago,” you frowned, though you really did want to take the offer and go be with your boyfriend.

                “He loves you, (Y/N). You’re still beautiful without your makeup on, and he knows it.” She held up some car keys and repeated, “Go to him.”

                You smiled, realizing that the keys belonged to Lydia’s really nice car which you loved driving. You took them and hugged Malia, “Thank you!”

                “Don’t you dare crash my car,” Lydia warned.

                You pulled away from Malia and put your phone to your ear again. “Stiles, you’re at home, right?”

                “Yea?”

                “I’ll be right there,” You grinned cheekily, hanging up without giving him an explanation. Your parents thought that you were sleeping over at Lydia’s anyways, so it wouldn’t matter how late you stayed out with him. He was right, in his phone call, saying that you hadn’t been around each other a lot for a while. Maybe a night out with him was just what you needed.

                “Don’t stay out too late,” Allison said in her mom voice.

                You rolled your eyes playfully, quickly running to grab your shoes. “I won’t.”

                “Stay safe!” She called as you ran out the door, but you were always safe with Stiles.

                “Goodbye,” You smiled at them before heading out.

                ***

                Stiles sat in the car while you drove down a desolate road. He was pretty happy to see you when you arrived at his house, and the two of you talked as you went to get some fast food, then began to drive to your spot. The spot was about half an hour out of the town, the two of you had first found it by accident when getting lost while looking for one of Aiden’s parties one day. All it was, was a random clearing in the trees, where there were beautiful flowers in the summer, and beautiful coloured leaves in the fall. You smiled, just thinking about your destination.

                “Today, Malia did the funniest thing in gym class. We were playing dodge ball and she accidentally popped the ball with her claws. Everyone had no idea how she did it, and she just smirked,” You laughed a bit as you told him the quick story.

                “Oh?” He asked, not sounding the least bit entertained by that.

                “Yeah. You had to be there, I guess.” You continued driving while he ate his burger. Lydia would’ve been angry if she knew that you two were eating in her car, but she would never have to figure out about it. “Oh, and then Allison-”

                Stiles interrupted you. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with them lately.”

                “They’re my friends,” you shrugged, not understanding why he was acting kind of sour. “They are your friends too.”

                “I guess. I mean, Lydia and I, are really close, and the rest of them are awesome, just…” he stopped talking and quickly glanced over at you, before looking away, his mouth slightly gaped open as usual.

                You got it, suddenly. It was all in his look. “Oh my god,” you mumble, trying to hide the smile on your face, “you’re jealous of them.”

                “No,” he said, which was obviously a lie as he blinked rapidly as you were luckily pulling into the spot.

                “You are! Oh my god, Stiles,” you grinned, parking the car and shutting off the engine. You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to him in the silence. “I am so sorry that I’ve been hanging out with them so much lately. We just had a close call with Allison a couple weeks ago, and everything is just returning to normal. We just wanted some time to be normal teenage girls for once. But I am truly sorry if it feels like I’ve been avoiding you.”

                He unbuckled his seat belt as well, leaning his chair back a bit, throwing his burger wrapper to the side. “I get it, totally, but yea… I would really like to spend more time with you.”

                You reached over to hold the side of his face, “I love you so much, you know that, right?”

                He finally cracked a small smile as he turned to face you. “I know. And I love you too.”

                “Don’t you ever feel like you’re unimportant to me. You are so, so, important to me, I can’t even explain it,” you whispered, trying to search his eyes for understanding.

                He placed his hand over yours, “I know. I’m sorry that I sort of freaked out.”

                “You didn’t really freak out,” you raised an eyebrow at him. He hadn’t overdramatized the situation.

                “Ask Scott, he’d tell you that I did, absolutely,” he laughed under his breath.

                You rolled your eyes before leaning in to give him your first kiss in a few days. “I love you,” you told him once more, beaming, as if there was no way for him to hear it enough times.

                “And I love you.” He sang back, as if he hadn’t said it enough, back to you. He pulled you back in for more kisses. Your lips formed supplely against his and you managed to move over enough to get onto his lap. Your fingers played with his soft chocolate hair as his hands moved along your back. He managed to pull the seat as far back as it would allow. 

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Here it is!! The fourth installment of Break. You can find the other parts here: Air Ball, Double Hit. This chapter is a little bit longer that the previous ones. Also, this is probably about the length the next two chapters will be as well. There’s a little bit of angst going on, but fear not! Everlark. Is. Endgame.

WARNING: RATED E…for smut, of course. ;-)


“It looks a hundred times better now that you actually have furniture,” Prim says.

“I know,” Katniss says brightly, turning her laptop around so Prim can see her face again, just in time to witness her little sister shoving a handful of almonds in her mouth. She smiles fondly at the sight, struck with a pang of melancholy. Katniss misses her sister, and even though she knows Prim has an exam to study for, she’s not ready to end this call just yet. She already had to let Peeta go earlier today. He stayed as long as he could, and as it is, he won’t be getting back to the house until well after dark. Twirling her braid around her finger, Katniss tries to remove thoughts of Peeta and how they spent the rest of their weekend from her mind so she can focus on her sister.

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Let me clear this up. If you’ve ever read the Maximum Ride series you would know that Max’s hair is brown. If you wanna get into the details, her hair is a shade of brown like “chocolate before it was barfed up” with tiny blonde-ish highlights and the tiniest tint of a red-ish (more closely related to a brown). So unlike the manga, her hair isn’t blonde and I have no idea why anyone would get the assumption that it was ever a full on red. The red hair seems even more insane with the fact that she dispises the redhead-wonder and keeps bringing up how much she hates it in nearly all the books after Maximum Ride: School’s Out. And if anyone says that she is indeed blonde because of the book cover, well here’s some news for you::: IT’S A MODEL. So unless u have text to text evidence, I won’t except that her hair color ever changed. Btw, for everyone who thinks she wore a side braid before Katniss, she didnt. She kept her hair down. In the books she called her hair a “mane”, suggesting she kept it down. Sorry for the rant but it’d been bothering me for a long time. If u think anything else then message me or whatever.

Fix My Eyes

Fix My Eyes

Round 2: Everlark AU – Prompt: 2015

Summary: Captain Katniss Everdeen takes the Mellark brothers on a charter to remember and can’t help but fall for the youngest that dresses better than he fishes. Rated M for language and sex stuff.

The Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins with lyrics borrowed from For King & Country and The Lonely Island.

Much appreciation goes to Areyouserial, HGRomance, and Court81981 for thoughts, construction, and editing. Thank you ladies for helping me raise roe into a great catch.

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