A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”
Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?
As I’ve been posting old photos from my collection on here and my personal blog I’ve mentioned a few times that my favorite thing in the world is to buy historical photos/albums/diaries/etc. with little or no identification and try to track down clues about them.
I’ve received a few PMs (and get questioned often in real life) as to how I go about this, so I thought I would document the project I’m working on today to give people a basic idea of my process.
is this “A Line A Day” five year diary which covers the years 1933-1937.
Pining, and some angst. But a very happy ending. I hope everyone likes it!
September 1st, 2008
T. Basilton Grimm Pitch
I’m only keeping this journal so I can tell my step mum I’m doing it, she thinks that it’ll help me work through my issues. Ha, issues, is that what we’re calling it now?
My roommate is an insufferable drag, the bloody chosen one. He doesn’t look like a chosen one, he doesn’t look like anyone would choose him. My father insists that it’s a good thing, that I have to keep an eye on the Mage’s heir, I don’t know how I’m going to survive.
September 1st, 2008
The mage thinks I should keep a journal, he thinks it’ll help me with my words. I don’t think I can be helped with my words.
I think my roommate is evil, he’s a Grimm-Pitch, and the Mage tells me that both those families are evil, so how can he not be? He stares at me a lot, he’s probably trying to figure out the neatest way to kill me. He’s a bloody clean-freak.
September 1st, 2009
I’m back at Watford, I can hardly believe it. I’d started to think that I made it up, that I would never have someplace to call home. I cried a lot, Baz came in and made fun of me. He’s such an arse, always acting like he’s the most important person in the room. Maybe the mage will let me switch this year.
September 1st, 2009
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I came into the room to find Snow crying, he’s such a pathetic excuse for a chosen one. He even invaded my summer, I couldn’t even bloody think of anything else. Simon Snow demands attention, he’s like an elephant stumbling around and destroying everything he touches.
September 1st, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I can’t believe I still keep a diary, like a bloody preteen girl. I only do it because Daphne somehow knows when I stop.
Snow is unbearable, it’s just the first day of term and he hasn’t left me alone. Just stared at me, all day. He is no friend to subtlety, doesn’t even try to hide it, what kind of hero is he?
September 1st, 2012
Baz is up to something, even more so than usual, I’m going to find out what it is. I figure if I never leave him alone he can never do whatever it is that he does. I’m going to figure out what he’s plotting, the old families probably finally decided it was time to get rid of me. I get it now, why I have to be his roommate, I have to keep an eye one him.
October 12th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow never leaves me alone, I can’t even get 15 minutes to shower without him thinking I’m setting up some elaborate trap. I wish I could bite him, turn him and finally make him feel like I do. Like a villain. My life is fucked up enough without Snow stalking me constantly.
October 20th, 2012
Baz goes into the catacombs constantly, I’m not sure what he’s doing down there but I doubt it’s something that’s good for me or the Mage or non-evil people in general. I found dead rats, but I don’t know what he’s doing with them. I spend all my time following him, Penny’s starting to get irritated.
December 18th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
We’re home for Christmas break, and I still feel like I’m going to round a corner and find Snow staring at me. Bloody Snow, I can never be rid of him. He’s probably at the Wellbelove’s, snogging Agatha and pretending to be a happy family. The thought bothers me, it scratches at my stomach. I shouldn’t care, though, Snow is just my stupid roommate. Not my friend, or-
December 19th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
It’s unbearably early, something I should not be saying on break when Snow’s not here to wake me up with his stumbling. But I had a dream, about Simon. He kissed me, and it was nice, and I didn’t want to bite him (well, not that way). God, this can’t be happening, Snow is unbearable. I hate Snow, more importantly, Snow hates me.
January 3rd, 2012.
T. Basilton Grimm-Place
As if my life wasn’t shit enough without adding ‘in love with his enemy’ to the mix. The term started today, and it’s much worse seeing him, having him be there. I don’t how to act normal, but I’m trying, Not like it matters, Snow will just assume that I’m plotting another way to make his life miserable.
January 3rd, 2012
Baz is acting strange, for once in his life he hasn’t taken every possible opportunity to make my life miserable. He’s just quiet, I caught him staring at me. Maybe he figures he can lull me into a false sense of security and then strike.
March 15th, 2012
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Snow won’t leave me alone for one second to try to sort out these feelings. Every time I see him (in class, or our room, or trailing me in the catacombs), I just want to kiss him or bite him. That’s when I’m at my worst, when he’s following me and we’re alone and it would just be so easy to end this, one way or another. I don’t think I’m going to survive.
October 28, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
I feel tired, the Numpties took everything out of me, everything usually reserved for dealing with Snow. I can’t deny that it’s nice, that despite all the pain it causes me it’s nice to see him. He was what I held onto when I felt myself slipping away. He looks at me like I’m about to explode. Even now he keeps glancing up at me over his homework like I’m going to pounce on him (which, maybe I am).
October 28, 2015
Baz is back, I don’t know how to react. He looks hurt, who could have hurt him? Maybe it was some kind of rite of passage, maybe he’s finally ready to take me out. I should tell him about his mom, or I should look through his stuff to find out where he’s been. I don’t know what I’m going to do.
October 29th, 2015
I did it, went through his stuff I mean. And I found something, a diary. I read something, and I’m just not sure how to react. I don’t know what’s happening, I just don’t know how to feel about this.
October 29th, 2015
T. Basilton Grimm-Pitch
Snow is acting weird, even more than usual. I think he’s avoiding me, not looking me in the eye. And then he even smiled at me, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. But I sure a hell am not letting him suck me into whatever weird drama is going on in his life. I won’t let him do that to me, not now.
October 30th, 2015
Simon kissed me, he kissed me until my lips were numb, he kissed me all night. I kissed him, I kissed Simon Snow. Simon Snow kissed me, I feel like I’m dreaming, and maybe I am. He kissed me and I can’t even find it in myself to be angry that he went through my stuff.
I wish in the new canon someone found Padme Amidala’s diaries in which she describes her love to the man whose name she never mentions. Because the world needs to know their love story. Because their children need to know.
“What are you doing?” I ask cautiously. I glance over each of my friend’s faces. Watching as they smirk up at me.
“Oh nothing,” Jack winks at me. I look to each of their faces, eyes locking with Oli’s, who’s neutral expression falters.
"What do you know?“ I ask stepping towards the group, who are sat on my sofa, "Why do you all look so sketchy?” I look at the group skeptically.
"Not telling,“ Joe laughs, "You’ll just have to figure it out.”
"I hate you all,“ I mutter, "Fine you guys don’t get food.” I watch as each of their faces falls from cocky to disappointment.
"Jack, I’m going to tell her,“ Caspar says, "Its mean to keep secrets from people."
"Awe,” I coo, “I always knew you were my favourite.” I make my way over to Caspar sitting next to him. I look at him expectantly, “Okay, now tell me,"
Caspar looks over to Jack, "Uh, Y/N/N, you need to stay calm, promise me you’ll stay calm?” My grim falls, I nod my head slowly, “What?”
"Jack found your diary and we kind of read it,“ he says wincing.
My face falls, I can feel the colour drain from my face, "Please tell me you’re joking.” I whisper. I stand up, “Please fucking tell me you’re joking!” I being pacing.
Tears well up in my eyes, I glance to each of the boys, eyes stopping on Jack, “Why would you do that?” I ask eyes begging him to tell me that they were kidding.
“Y/N are you serious? Like it’s just a diary,” he mutters. I glare at him, “How much did you read?"
"The others only herd the first page, but I read like… twelve pages.” He says grimacing.
"Wow, so know you all know my fears, hopes, dreams and everything that I didn’t want you to know can you please leave my fucking house!“ I half scream, tears falling silently from my eyes.
"Y/N? Please just calm down, it’s no big deal, you like Jack, he’s your weakness, who cares,” Joe says standing from the sofa then stepping towards me.
“Oh yeah it’s great, nothing is going to change, that’s bullshit!” I shout, “Why did you do that?” I turn my gaze from Joe to Jack.
“I’m in love with you!” Jack shouts. Making my jaw fall open. The room falls silent.
“What?” I ask stealing towards Jack who is now standing.
“I read your diary because I’m in love with you,” he says, quieter this time, “I’ve been flirting with you for forever, but you never seemed to get the picture, so I figured you weren’t interested.”
"This isn’t a nice prank guys,“ I mumble, looking towards the floor, "please just leave me alone now.” I keep my eyes locked on the floor. I hear my front door open and people begin to move, then I hear the door close.
“I’m not leaving right after I’ve confessed to you,” I hear Jacks’ voice appear closer to me.
“If you’re saying this because you feel bad you can stop pretending now,” I whisper. Jack hooks his finger under my chin, lifting my face up. I look into his eyes, his gorgeous baby blue eyes, they lock mine to my spot. I feel his breath fan my face, I lean my head forward lips not touching his just yet.
“Kiss me,” Jack whispers. I press my lips to his softly, wrapping my arms around his neck fingers tucked into his hair, his arms wrap themselves around my waist pulling me as close to him as I possibly can. I feel him grin into our kiss. We pull away for air after a few seconds.
"I’m so in love with you,“ I mumble.
"I’m so in love with you too, you’re all mine,” Jack whispers kissing my cheek softly.
Fluffy interactions to boost relationship progress
+ They find a reason to hold hands or do it accidentally
+ They/one of them have a death grip when cuddling
+ The “let’s be friends forever” talk
+ Play fighting/teasing to annoy them coz its funny
+ making food together
+ Reassuring them when they get scared
+ the “you talk about me?” question
+ Poking each other for attention
+ “I’ll hug you first” competition
+ giving each other nicknames
+ Fighting over food
+ sharing food that the other’s taken a bite out of
+ food/pillow fights
+ board/video games
+ they get reminded of the other’s likes and dislikes in everyday life
+ they get too close when naked
+ accidentally touch or face plant into others private parts
+ “I’m looking after you because you’re ill and that’s that”
+ singing in a public place together
+ When one talks about something they love
+ When one let’s the other rant
+ Bowling/movies/dancing/fort building
+ personal question/trivia/secrets
+ playful revenge
+ “I’ll show you my secret hobby/guilty pleasure”
+ deliberately holding hands (most likely leading to a confession)
+ “is this a date?” (Leads to confession)
+ private lessons/teaching the other
+ close together in a tight space
+ knight in shining armour
+ forced to kiss
+ lingering touches and hugs/held gazes - especially effective if the reserved one is doing this
+ the “you’re special to me” talk, without the “no homo”
+ accidental love letter/confession in found diary
+ competing with others together
+ sleeping in the same bed
+ people forcing them together/having to do activities together
+ accidentally confessing they’d kiss the other/accidentally kissing the other
+ operation jealousy
+ getting the other presents/doing stuff for the other
+ annoying the other to get their attention
+ flattery and compliments
+ getting in the others way/ preventing them from doing stuff so they won’t leave
+ calling each other cute/attractive
+ waiting in the rain for the other at the meet up point
+ helping them after a fight/ when they get drunk/ when they get upset
+ pretending to date
+ head on the other’s lap/shoulder
+ one ruffles the other’s hair
+ catching them doing something stupid/ being a dork
+ “let me read your book/ see your art/ listen to you play/sing”
+ taking photos together
+ sharing clothes
+ pinning one to the floor/wall
+ dressing the other one up/ terribly doing the other’s make up
+ you have to be close to share an umbrella
+ studying together
+ dragging them by their wrist/clothes
+ fixing the other’s bedhead/ “there’s something on your face”
+ telling a story together about something they did
+ feeding each other
+ talking about anything from tv shows to why humans are alive
+ visiting/calling/texting because they’re bored/to wish them happy birthday/Christmas
+ getting them out of situations they predict the other will be uncomfortable in
+ telling each other about their quirks
+ going places together
+ pranking each other
+ swearing at the other affectionately/ telling them “don’t be a dick” because the other is being rude to other people
+ putting up with something one person doesn’t want to do because the other wants to do it
(Note: not all of these work for OTPs that are strangers, some have to have known each other for years to do these things!!)
The death of Heather Pellegrino has finally been solved.
Last night, Heather Pineapple was found on the rocks at the bottom of a cliff overlooking the ocean, which is odd, considering there aren’t even any oceans in Ohio. She wore a really
nice white dress that she clearly bought just for this occasion. Unfortunately, she was so fucked up from the fall that it didn’t even look cute on her, which is a bummer, because it was like, seven hundred dollars. Anyway.
On her suicide note were the lyrics from “Wild World” by Cat Stevens, penned in perfect cursive handwriting. Naturally, we assumed that was just her being her usual, poetic self and sending some obscure message out as her final statement to the world. However, when her diary was found, it was revealed that she was neither killed, nor committed suicide. Technically.
Heather Piñata apparently wasn’t as pure as we all thought she was. She knew how much more popular people got when they committed suicide, so she she was like “what if I try to commit suicide, but I live? That would legit make me so popular holy fuck.” And, thinking she was majestic and above it all, she assumed that God himself would save her, and she wouldn’t die, let alone have her beautiful body mangled. She thought that if everyone saw how Tortured she was, they would insist that she take over as lead Heather, and most of all, stop sending anon hate. She really wanted to make all those online haters feel bad for what they did. Also, she thought it would get enough sympathy from her math teacher, who’s class she was failing. Veronica Sawyer claims that she was only on the cliffs because she wanted to stop her, but she was so distracted by her majestic beauty (her hair and dress were all fluttery in the wind and she had really sparkly tears on her face and it was a whole scene) that she didn’t make it to her in time.
Jason Dean, Heather Princess Peach’s boyfriend, hasn’t handled the news well, but he’s grateful to finally have answers. He and Veronica, who used to date before Heather Panorama stole him away, have been spending quite a lot of time together, which leads us to believe he’s already moved on.
Heather Chandler, who was known to have been super ultra jealous of Heather Prodigy’s beauty, spoke at her funeral, saying:
“Whenever I wanted to strut across campus with the other Heathers, Heather Pisshole would always be like ‘I have a colonic!’ So, instead of strutting across campus in a beautiful diamond formation, we were forced to strut across campus in a triad formation, like a bunch of fucking hobos, because Heather Prick here didn’t think she should have to walk behind me. So, have fun being dead, Heather Pussy. You are a stupid little trollop, and I hope you’re burning in hell right now. Amen.”
And thus, ends the story that has been Heather Mary Sue Pellegrino. rip.
“Why on earth would I know where the Baby Gilbert is, I believe
one of you described me as a cold-hearted bitch, why would I take a fledgling
under my wing?” Katherine sighed, slowly getting bored with the conversation.
“Because you could do something horrible or evil or maybe
you’ve had some odd moment of human compassion.” Damon sighed.
Mum, I cleaned up the attic yesterday. Guess what I found? Your Diary!
I didn't know you were such a romantic.
On page 394 you wrote, "He took me on a moonlight broom ride last night. I hate flying but I can't say no to that face. All 30 minutes of that experience was exhilarating. His arms were around me and I knew he would never let me fall. Right there and then, I secretly admitted I love flying if he's on the broom with me. He was so handsome, his hair matches the silver of the moon."
Mum, I know you were smitten. But dad's red hair does not match the silver of the moon.
Young lady, I'd appreciate it if you don't tell your father this.
Artist: Jay Park | Word Count: 2.037 | Warning: self-hate, insecure thoughts |
My first writing since a few months ago, and I feel kind of rusty. This is kind of angsty but fluffy at the end. Please don’t read this if the warning makes you uncomfortable. I hope you’ll like it:)
The sun was shining high in the sky, and the blue sky was clear with
a few clouds painted on it. Jay noticed that flowers were starting to bloom
again after the harsh winter was gone, and now he totally felt like it was the
spring season. People actually looked far more cheerful than they were in
winter, taking their time to walk and enjoy the beautiful scenery of plants
coming back alive. The black haired college student couldn’t help but jog
faster, hoping that he could see a smile as bright as the day in your face. Jay
had just finished his class for the day and you had already finished for the
day as well, so he thought dropping by for a moment will lift up both of your
spirits. Things were hard for the both of you because Jay was a freshman in
college, still adjusting with the large difference from high school, while you
were in your last year in high school, studying for upcoming tests nonstop.
arrived at your house, he quickly made his way up to your room since the house
was empty. He gave a loud knock on the wooden door, but there was no answer for
a few minutes. Jay knocked again while leaning onto the door, trying to catch
any sounds inside, but it was dead quiet. His hands quickly held the doorknob
and pushed it open, revealing to an empty room. But then he noticed that the
windows were left ajar, and your shoes lay below it, meaning that you’ve
probably gone to the roof to look at the sky again, a hobby of yours Jay was
very fond of.
“I’ll just wait
for her to come back down.” Jay muttered to himself, dropping his schoolbag
down and taking of his coat. He laid it carefully on an empty seat and made
himself comfortable on the bed, taking the view of your room.
the same as he saw them two weeks ago, except the amount of books that piled up
increased far more than before. There were post-it notes all over your desk and
wall, where Jay caught that some of them were reminders of upcoming tests and
motivation written in messy and rushed handwriting. But then he noticed
something peculiar on top of your bag, and Jay swore he never saw it before
after thousands of visits to your bedroom.
There was confusion in Jay’s voice as he flipped through the black colored
diary, noticing that you have started the diary the month Jay started college.
As he flicked through the pages and read as fast as he can, he noticed how the
content of your day changed drastically. The first two months were filled with
you missing his presence, and you were beyond motivated to get into the same
college as him, willing to study hard to get enrolled there. But the next few
months grew darker, and Jay wasn’t sure that you were like the person he knew
based on what you wrote in your diary.
worthless, and going through the days feel so hard when you can’t even keep
focus on something for a minute. There were voices pulling me back from the
present, and they were telling me the truth: I am nothing, just a waste of
space while leeching off my parents’ money, not being able to do anything
right, will not be accepted at any university or even get a decent job. I can’t
even do anything about it, I can only listen and accept their words because
that’s what I am, and I am worthless and pathetic. Why am I still alive anyway?
Jay gulped, his
eyes widening in horror as he read every word that you wrote. That was a month
ago, and he quickly turned to the page of this month, hoping on to catch what
your thoughts were currently on about. When he arrived at the latest page you
wrote on, his heart seemed to drop even more.
test for Seoul National University is getting closer, and all I want is to
hide, burry myself six feet under, anything to get me away from it. I’ve been
studying, but I can’t seem to focus at all, and I’ve been missing a lot of
classes because of a huge drop in my health. I feel numb now, but there was
still fear in me. I want this all to end, fast, because everything seems so
overwhelming for me. The Earth wouldn’t miss another soul, my parents would be
fine they can get rid of their disappointment of a daughter, and Jay won’t come
looking for me, right?
“Jay?” When he
heard the croak of your voice crash the silence surrounding him, Jay whipped as
fast as he can, hiding the diary behind his back and praying that you won’t
notice his actions just now.
“Hey love! I
decided to come to visit,” Jay tried grinning, opening his arms wide for you to
jump into, and when you delved into his arms, he let out a soft sigh, the grin
disappearing from his face, “How’s my baby girl doing?”
alive with all the tests coming up, but I think you might be able to calm my
nerve-wrecked mind.” Jay could now see through you after he read through your
diary, because you sound nothing like you were suffering, because you made it
sound like a joke and that you were still fine. But when you tensed as Jay hugged
you tighter, he knew you were far from fine.
“Well, are you
suggesting we cuddle and take a nap?” You parted away from him and nodded
excitedly. But despite the smile that you flashed to him, Jay was so struck
with your eyes, the window to your soul. Why does your eyelashes look so wet,
and your eyes so empty?
And at that
moment Jay threw all the precautions to the air on how to talk about this
sensitive topic, because you had been crying alone, and he was always there for
you, but he never noticed the changes in your heart. The seconds he spent
holding your empty gaze was painful, because they used to be filled with so
much emotions before.
“Have you been
crying?” Jay asked, his voice in a whisper, “I know you’ve been hiding
something from me (Name), something you’ve been very bothered about.” He let
his hands wander to your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheeks. It does
feel damp, like there were trails of dried tears drying there.
heart stopped as you stared at Jay’s expectant eyes, then moved to your study
desk, where you found your diary laying open. He must have read through it, you
cried inside your heart, what a fool for setting such an obvious thing where
anyone can see! There was a shot of pain through your heart and you found
yourself gasping for air, tears blurring your vision. You took a step back and
collapsed down to your bed, your legs not having any power to hold you up
worthless and dumb girl. Now you’ve let someone know just how pathetic you
quickly sat beside you, holding onto your shoulders to stop yourself from shuddering,
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to read through it! But it wasn’t there before,
and I got curious, and- the thing is, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten
you at all.” He tried to hold your chin to face him, but you flinched at his
soft touch, only pushing yourself farther away from him.
me,” You croaked, your voice was hoarse as you tried to contain the sobs, “Now
that you’ve known what I am, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to call me as
your girlfriend anymore.” There was a moment of silence followed suit, and you
hid your face further between the curtains of your hair, letting the tears flow
freely but not giving a chance for Jay to see your face. Just great, you
thought, your world is starting to crumble down further more.
silence, Jay was enraged, he was furious that you said he wouldn’t want to be
with you anymore. Now that he’s realized his huge mistake of not noticing, all
that Jay wants to do was to hug you close and fix you, hold you close and tell
you that everything was going to be alright. Because he’s let you hurt right
under his nose, and he was going to give his all to return you back to the girl
he love so much, even if he had to give his heart for you to see just how much
he loves you.
“No! I still
want to be with you, no matter what you or those voices think of. It was stupid
of me not to notice that you weren’t okay under this mask, and I’m not going to
leave you no matter what you’re feeling or undergoing. I still love you no
matter what you are, because I love what you truly are inside, and those voices
are wrong!” Jay hadn’t realized that his voice have gone higher, but that
seemed to snap you back to the present, as you stared at him with wide teary
eyes, the windows of your soul actually have emotions now. Although they were
full of sadness and confusion, Jay was determined to turn it all into
“What are you
talking about?” You nervously asked, still finding it hard to believe that Jay’s
words were too good to be true.
talking about is the truth, the real truth,” Jay sighed, finally being
brave to touch your arms and slide his hands down to lace it with your fingers,
feeling a little bit glad that you didn’t object the contact, “You are not
worthless, pathetic, a waste of space, or any of those negative thoughts! (Name)
is the strongest, independent, beautiful, smartest girl in the world, and you
are worth it. I never regret the many seconds I spend with you, the minutes
where I adore your beauty, the hours when you’re able to give me the happiest
smile ever, and the days I miss you so much because you’re not by my side. You
are everything that is good in the world, (Name), and trust my words because I
love you with all my heart, and to hell with those negative thoughts!” He ended
his unexpected speech with a genuine smile and pleading eyes, staring at your
eyes in hopes of finding hope in yours.
How could you
forget that you were so lucky to have such a loving man as yours? The negative
thoughts seemed to disappear in an instant as you yanked Jay roughly by the
collar of his shirt, crashing your lips against him in passionate kiss. And in
that moment you felt alive, and you felt calm despite the raging emotions,
knowing that someone was there for you, someone that was so willing to help
you. There were tears lining down your cheeks, but you felt a burst of joy
inside your heart, and you swore you saw a tear fall from Jay’s eyes as well.
You sobbed, hugging him as tightly as you can, clutching his shirt because
everything still felt too good to be true for you, “How did I get so lucky to
have you, Jay?” Laying your head on his shoulders, you let the tears of joy
fall, feeling warmth spread all over you because you just love Jay so much.
“I can ask the
same thing as well, my strong girl,” Jay gently lay down the bed, letting your
head fall to his chest while his arms protectively held you close, “Promise me
to come to me when you have something bothering you, alright?” You nodded,
holding Jay’s loving gaze as your eyes flashed the same emotion as him.
“And know that
I’d spent the rest of my life with you, because you are so worth it, got it (Name)?”
I was organizing my bedroom and found my Molang diary and my Muji notebook! So happy~ Uni is back in march, but I’m studying algebra… I decided to write a (late) new year’s resolution. Some of the main points are to stop procrastinating and to learn how to meditate! I still have quite a lot to do today… Have a good day everyone~
Katniss sat in her room with the diary she’d found in the attic.
They say that love is not boastful, that love is quiet, it is patient and that love does not envy and that true love is everlasting. I know of this love, I know because I have lived it. I’ve chosen love over everything and it’s all that everyone says. I never want to lose this feeling. I never want to live in a world without him.
“Katniss,” Prim said bursting through the room.
Startled Katniss quickly put away the book she was reading underneath her pillow.
“What were you doing?”
“None of your business, little duck,” Katniss said to her sister.
“Never mind,” Primrose said, then tapped her foot on the floor. “You promised to take me to the bakery!”
Katniss didn’t have a second to disagree with her baby sister Primrose dragged her out of the house.
Their mother pointedly asked, “Going to the bakery?”
Katniss blushed. Primrose, however being the pretentious of the two, said, “Mother you know very well we can’t afford a cake, but at least we can stare at them.”
Their mother muttered under her breath, “That’s not all you girls are staring at.”
Katniss heard it but didn’t answer. She could have but didn’t. She didn’t have the best relationship with her mother. For some reason, her mother disliked Katniss trading with the bakers, she also disapproved of Katniss wearing her father’s trousers. But Katniss did what she did because they needed the extra money, and food.
After the mining accident that collapsed the main artery. The company went bankrupt and the bank repossessed everything to pay off the note the company owed. Those who stayed in the Seam lived in shanty homes they made out of scrap materials.
During this time her mother became a vacant shell.
For long a time, her mother wasn’t able to care for them, until an epidemic spread through the Seam and her mother healer services were needed. She basically ignored Katniss but not Prim. Now, when Katniss was nearly eighteen, was when her mother wanted to act like a parent.
“Katniss,” her mother called out, as she stepped out onto the porch.
“What you should be doing is going down to that new factory the bank opened up last year and applying. You’re graduating this year and the sewing factory is looking for sturdy girls like you.”
Katniss smiled and sighed, thinking to herself she was never going to fall in love, not matter what. Her mother wrote that diary she found in the attic and love had turned her into a shrew.
December 7th 1941-
Katniss walked toward the back of the bakery. Sunday was her favorite day, she thought as she quietly opened the gate of Mellark’s bakery back yard. She looked up at the surrounding Appalachian Mountains. This was her home, and the bakery and the-boy-with-the-bread Peeta Mellark was part of that home.
She was bonded to Peeta and the bread and it began at the tender age of five. The memory of her first time meeting Peeta Mellark came to her mind.