friend's with benefits

anonymous asked:

OMG you have to write about Effie surprising Haymitch with eatable lingerie. Please please please. I loved today's prompt.

It took a while but here it is! [X]

Sugar Rush

Haymitch was used to the Capitol’s crazy trends but this one took the cake – literally.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he scoffed, forgetting to even grumble about her wake up call. Effie Trinket hiking all the way to his house on Reaping Day wasn’t unheard of, not to say it was more or less the rule. She didn’t trust him not to show up in his pajamas – and he did have something of a track record on that front. Tossing drops of water on his face really wasn’t the worst she had done to wake him up either so he simply grabbed the towel she had readied and stared at her some more because…

She looked like a giant cake.

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I stopped shaving my legs every other day
I stopped only eating citras and drinking a gallon of water a day
I started smoking weed with my friends
I stopped bringing my phone with me to Temple, to coffee houses, to record stores, to concerts
I stopped ignoring my family and started baking cookies and pancakes with bananas and nuts and apples
I’ve made 32 pancakes since Friday,
I’ve burnt 13 but I’m getting there
I won’t let you burn me anymore I’m so fucking sick of flames
Turns out I don’t get off on pain
I don’t get off on being treated like a toy
I do not enjoy having a collection of sticky notes covered in conversation topics because you never held up your end
It’s true that one person always loves more but the other side needs to give something
You knew this would happen I have to go for my own self respect
I should’ve known when you stopped sending good morning texts
Or when your texts didn’t come at all until
late at night
When your words were always about sex
Maybe I should have turned my phone off or blocked your number when you told me about the first girl
Or the second or the third
But I thought you were worth it that I’d never find a better guy
You always listened you respected my boundaries
It’s probably easy when you have six other girls who will give you what I protect
I’m not picking up this time
I’m not checking your timeline I’m not listening to your music
I’m not dying my hair your favorite color or getting a tattoo
You
You don’t deserve my kind of love
Not from me,
You deserve a quiet love that won’t take up too much time
You killed me over and over again
You wasted and
disrespected me without even noticing
My heart has been replaced with beetles and old peach pits but soon
You won’t live there anymore to poison my wood
Flowers will bloom in my brain once again
Watered by my own love and confidence
Planted by me for me
You will never see them
Lilacs and roses were my favorite before you
Fuck your daisies you’re the one who cut them down
—  I Always Grow Back

if you find you are surrounded by toxic people… 

  • CUT. 
  • THEM. 
  • OUT.

It’s okay to enjoy someone’s presence without having a “label” on what you two “are”. 

Let everything fall in place how it’s supposed to. 

Eu vou estar com você em todos os momentos! Seja eles, bons ou não tão bons assim. Eu vou estar com você quando tudo estiver dando certo, e até quando parecer que o azar realmente existe. Pra te confundir ou te dar a solução dos seus problemas. Eu vou estar com você, te fazendo perguntas e querendo respostas. Enquanto você estiver me perturbando ou no maior silêncio possível. Vou estar do seu lado todas as vezes que precisares, e até quando não. Estarei aqui, sempre! Te oferecendo meu colo quando o resto do mundo parecer conspirar contra. Estendendo-te a mão quando ninguém mais parece te entender. Pulando nos teus braços com um sorriso imenso estampado no rosto. E te dizendo o quanto eu te amo quando o que tu mais precisares é de um carinho, ou palavra de aconchego. Eu vou estar com você, em momentos banais e nas horas mais importantes da sua vida. Vou querer sempre ver o teu bem, te olhar com cara de apaixonada, e dizer o quanto me orgulho de ti, e mais ainda, do nosso amor. Não vou querer sair de perto de você, e aproveitar cada milésimo que tenho pra bagunçar seu cabelo e me perder nos teus olhos. Quero ver o constante brilho no seu olhar e um sorriso espontâneo nascendo do canto da sua boca, revelando a cara de bobo que você fica, toda vez que estamos juntos… Vou ouvir atentamente as suas histórias, e te fazer prestar atenção nas minhas. Vou rir de você, e com você! Não quero ser só sua namorada, eu sonho alto; quero muito mais do que isso; quero ser sua melhor amiga e cúmplice, daquelas que estão sempre junto mesmo, independente do que aconteça. É isso que eu quero. Compartilhar alegrias, conquistas e até mesmo, tristezas. Quero tornar a vida mais fácil, e poder sentir teu cheiro toda vez que eu fechar os olhos pra reviver tudo o que passamos em meio á meus sonhos reais. Quero conseguir te completar, como se eu fosse mesmo, uma metade… A sua metade!
—  Melissa Lambrecht