have a shitty edit thing i made to keep my mind away from other things

mr-slim1997  asked:

So general advice haha

“I saw your recent post! Do you have any advice for those wanting to submit a portfolio themselves?”

I’m going to start out and say that I’m not an expert and a lot of this stuff I’m spouting is advice I’ve gotten from other sheridan/calarts students, my mentors, and personal experience. (THIS IS GONNA BE ONE HELL OF A DOOZY POST I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS HEAVY READING AND TYPOS) 

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anonymous asked:

What's your favorite quote?

This is so hard considering I literally have 200+ notes in my phone of quotes, but I’ll go through and pick some faves :)

“If you only walk on sunny days you’ll never reach your destination.”

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, an hour, a day, or even a year. But eventually it will subside, and something else will take its place. If I quit however, it will last forever.“

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”

“Your body is made of the same elements that lionesses are built from. Three quarters of you is the same kind of water that beats rocks to rubble, wears stones away. Your DNA translates into the same twenty amino acids that wolf genes code for. When you look in the mirror and feel weak, remember, the air you breathe in fuels forest fires capable of destroying everything they touch. On the days you feel ugly, remember: diamonds are only carbon. You are so much more.”

“I believe in the gift of pain. I believe that loss deepens us. I am grateful for God’s graciousness toward me that he would teach me these things. As much as I hate to admit it, I’ve found a new gratitude, & it’s gratitude for the way God has redeemed darkness & pain, for the way he brings something beautiful out of something horrible.”

“It’s amazing how you can get so far from where you had planned, and yet find it was exactly where you needed to be.”

“You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.”

“Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you no one would believe it.”

“Effort won’t betray you.”

“Everything you are going through is preparing you for everything you asked for.”

“If there was never change, there would be no butterflies.”

“Go as long as you can go … then take another step.”

(I just started crying because these touch me so deeply lol)

“Sometimes life will test you but remember this: When you walk up a mountain, your legs get stronger.”

“My current situation is not my final destination.”

“Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know.”

“Jesus replied, ‘You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.’”

“I stopped looking for the light. Decided to become it instead.”

“I just hope 
I’ve touched places 
further and deeper, 
past places 
any hands could ever reach.”

“This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a bad day, a bad month, or a shitty year. Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most. I believe you can’t feel real joy unless you’ve felt heartache. You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail. You can’t know what it’s like to feel holy until you know what it’s like to feel really evil. And you can’t be birthed again until you’ve died.”

“God’s 3 answers to your prayers: 1. Yes. 2. Not yet. 3. I have something better in mind.”

“You are so used to your features, you don’t know how beautiful you look to a stranger.”

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.”

“If you want the things that other people don’t have, then you have to do the things that other people don’t do.”

“Remember yourself as a little girl, she is counting on you to protect her.”

“I remember the days I prayed for the things I have now.”

“I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but according to statistics, there will be over 5,000 weddings, 10,000 childbirths, and 42 million hugs occurring today throughout the United States. Also today, there will be at least 4 people that will win the multimillion dollar lotteries, 600 people will get promotions at work, and 3,000 people will lose their virginity. There will also be 600 dogs adopted, 35,000 balloons sold, and 800,000 skittles eaten. Plus, the words “I love you” will be said over 9 million times. So again, I know today is Monday and you assume it’s going to suck, but just smile, because according to statistics, it should actually be a really nice day.”

“Even more important than the medals or the titles that you will win is the person that you become through the process of trying to reach that point. That will stay with you forever.”

“Work until your idols become your competition.”

“Date someone who gives you the same feeling of when you see your food coming at a restaurant.”

“It takes more than two legs to finish this race.”

“Work hard in silence and let your success be your noise.”

“God says ‘The reason why some people have turned against you and walked away from you without reason…has nothing to do with you. It is because I have removed them from your life because they cannot go where I am taking you next. They would only hinder you at the next level because they have already served their purpose in your life. Let them go and keep moving. Greater is coming your way.’”

“I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget its details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to its perfection stays with us after all how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.”

“They say running tests the limits of the human heart. But really, it reminds me that I had one all along.”

“We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea, and you don’t believe in miracles?”

“For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse. 
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.”

“Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.”

“She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.”

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

“The only reason you should ever look back is to see how far you’ve come.”

“You must be prepared to work always without applause.”

“When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.”

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Relationship: Michael x Reader

Words: 7K+

SGFG Series

Author’s Note: This is filled with so much angst it’s quite ridiculous. I am really proud of this piece though as it’s the longest piece I’ve ever written. It’s been a week in the making and hopefully the content shows. Anyways, this is my addition to the Sounds Good Feels Good Series I am currently hosting. If you want to read other installments refer to the link above. Feedback is appreciated! 

The engagement had been fast, less than a years time. Neither Michael nor her had ever pictured a grand wedding for themselves making the planning process easy. A small gathering with their closest friends and family and an exchange of beautiful rings and the two were married three months after the question was popped and all was well.

They went on a lavish honeymoon across Italy where they ate entirely too much pizza and learned that pasta is much more than straggly noodles and red tomatoes sauce. Michael and Y/N fell more in love on the trip than they thought was possible. Paris may have been the city of love but Italy was the country of romance.

Now that the pair was back home though, the dynamic had changed. No longer were they a couple on their honeymoon unable to keep their roaming hands off each other in public. Instead, they were back to reality in their one bedroom apartment with a shitty air conditioning unit that made the California July sun unbearable. Michael blamed the humidity in their place for the wedge between the two at night, neither one of them able to cling to each other without dripping in sweat but Y/N blamed herself for not writing enough pieces for this month’s edition of her web based magazine to earn a decent paycheck.

“It’s my fault we can’t get out of this shitty apartment,” she mumbled.

It was the first night in weeks that the two were able to share a bed thanks to a random storm that was passing through the city. The television flickering light illuminating the dark room while Michael’s thumb massaged soothing circles into the place just above her hips.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered before placing a series of open mouth kisses to the base of her neck, where her collar bones laid.

“It is though,” she huffed. “We knew when we got married that I’d be making most of the money until you make it out of those hole in the wall clubs.”

Michael knew she didn’t mean to sound rude but he couldn’t help but take offense to her words. Of course, Michael would love to be the number one provider of the household. He’d love for her to able to write whatever she wanted because she loves writing instead of having to do it for a paycheck. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to do that for her yet. He was trying his hardest though, taking up extra shifts as a barista in between his band’s sets at the local coffee shop and writing as many new songs as he could to gain more of a following. He knew that one day his music was going to be good enough to get out of that place but right now he was stuck and Michael hated being stuck.

“It’ll happen soon. Ashton’s been talking to a music producer in town that’s going to help us record our demo soon.”

“I’m proud of you,” she smiled, before her voice faltered and her face fell. “How much is studio time?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation. He knew they were scrapped for money, sure, but didn’t you have to spend money to make it? This demo track could make his career and if it meant he’d have to take on more shifts at the coffee shop then he would. “Besides, this will change everything for us. I promise.”

“It better ‘cause I really don’t want to have to move back home,” she teased.

At least Michael thought she was teasing but he didn’t dwell on it too much. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, not with a coffee shop shift to get ready for in the early hours of the morning.


July had faded into August and things were going okay again. Michael had picked up a few extra shifts at the coffee shop to cover the cost of the demo tape and Y/N had started a second job at the local day care by their apartment to start a savings account for their future. They weren’t swimming in money but they were getting by and that’s all that really mattered.

The clock that hung on the wall by the entrance read five in the morning when Michael crept inside after his late night shift at the 24 hour coffee shop. He was exhausted, the purple bags under his eyes contrasting with the paleness of his complexion. All he wanted to do was flop into bed and sleep for the next few hours before the routine started over, but when he heard the running water coming from the bathroom sleep became the last thing on his mind.

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anonymous asked:

Lagertha denouncing Aslaug as a "witch"? And saying Aslaug's sons are "born of a witch"? Where the hell did this come from? Is Lagertha some kind of committed witch-burner now? Lagertha seemed perfectly fine with the Seer having supernatural visions and other mystical pagan experiences. But it's bad and evil if Aslaug has such visions? Or is Lagertha just calling Aslaug a "witch" because she "bewitched" Ragnar into adultery?

Lagertha saying that Aslaug isn’t fit to rule because she’s a witch is the most misogynistic reasoning ever. Countless women in history were accused of witchcraft; it was basically the most common way to insult them. Millions died because of such crazy accusations. Does Lagertha really think that Ragnar didn’t have a wandering eye? She even asked him not to sleep with other women, so she knew he was easily tempted. And why wouldn’t he have wanted Aslaug? She was a beautiful princess.

I didn’t understand why Lagertha called Ubbe, Sigurd, Hvitserk & Ivar sons of a “witch” with distain. I thought Norse culture embraced women as magical. I felt like that remark is something that would be said in 17th century Salem Massachusetts, not 9th century Scandinavia.

Okay so this is going to be a long post, so I’m gonna use a cut. And as always, keep in mind that I am not an expert, just someone who is a fan of the sagas.

First thing first, when Lagertha calls Aslaug a “witch”, she doesn’t just mean a seeress or even a person who performs magic. She specifically means a woman who performs magic for *evil* purposes. So, I’m gonna attempt to break down, what she means in the context of witches in (my readings of) the sagas and the shows history and ultimately, why what she’s saying is kind of… disgusting, imo.

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Tips for my upcoming college freshman followers.

Last year, around this time I was preparing myself for the next chapter of my life, college. It was certainly an exciting time in my life because of all the possibilities that college had in store for me – the moving in process, finding out who my roommates were, getting weekly emails talking about frosh week/ orientation, dorm shopping, classes, and all that fun stuff. At that time, I didn’t know what to expect and I didn’t care. I was ready to take everything on head strong and just take on whatever life threw at me. 

Looking back at it now, the one year I spent as a freshman was no cake walk. It was one of the most difficult (yet rewarding) years of my 19 years of living. I’ve had to go through so much learning curve that I wasn’t even prepared for half of what I had to go through. I had to learn how to adapt at a quick pace just so I wouldn’t fall behind. In the end, it did make me stronger, it made me smarter, and it made me prepared for the real world. However, I do wish that I had known some of these things that I know now before I went to college last year. So I thought I should at least share these to my followers who are off to college this upcoming fall and just eager to get started and get the dice rolling.

1.) Don’t worry about the past. The beauty of college is that you can start off with a blank slate once again. It doesn’t mean that you just completely forget who you are , where you came from, and the people that got you there. it just simply means that the past doesn’t defy who you’re going to turn out to be in college.

Seeing yourself evolve and grow is an inevitable process that will happen in college. You might not wholeheartedly embrace the change right away, but trust me you will come to terms with it, because that change is for the better. College is the time where you find yourself and grow into that person that you are meant to become. Just remember, being a freshman gives you a brand new opportunity to start over again. To do things you wish you had done back in high school, to be who you truly are to be accepted by those around you. The change is scary because you’re accustomed to this certain norm you had back in high school, but trust me, once the path seems a little clearer, you’ll see that you’re better off. Never stop searching for yourself and embrace the process of change in your life.

2.) If it doesn’t click right away, it doesn’t mean it won’t ever click. The most exciting part of my freshman experience was meeting new friends. The day I settled in college, I was so excited to make new friends and find people who were like me that I just put myself out there hoping that it leads to me finding new friends… Then reality hit me. Three weeks of school had gone by and I still haven’t made friends. It turns out I had nothing in common with any of my roommates, the people I met at frosh (and got drunk with) were nothing more than just “drinking buddies” that I only ever talk to at parties. The first three weeks of school was the loneliest I’ve ever felt in my life. To add salt in the wound, I would go on Facebook and see all of my old friends tagged on photos with their new friends. I was so down on myself that I just ended up spending weekends alone in my bed and watching Netflix. It wasn’t until October that it had finally click and I found my people. After saying “fuck it, why not?!?” after one of the guys from my intramural team invited me to a party. That’s when I met who would become my closest friend in university. We just ended up clicking from our shared interests in dancing, FIFA, beer pong, and all that. After that I’ve spent every weekend going to the coolest parties with, kicking ass in beer pong with, ending up at Denny’s at 3 a.m. hammered drunk with. He became almost like a family member to me, like someone that I’ve known my whole life. My point is: You’ll eventually find your spot in university with the people you like. It might be something that happens because you’ve made it happen, or it might be like my case where it happened out of nowhere, unexpected. Go out and take a risk; go to that party! Join that club! Who knows who you might meet? Hang in there, you’ll be alright!

3.) Make sure you get your proper nutrition! You’ve heard of the freshman 15. I know you have. Well, it’s true. Freshman 15 scared me to the point that I dedicated time and effort to be at the gym working out at least 4x a week on top of intramural basketball. Staying active is good, but eating healthy and making sure you have all the necessary nutrition is important. Luckily I didn’t gain any weight, but what happened was my nutritionist said that my diet was poor that had I eaten properly on top of my workout regimen, I would probably have abs now. My diet lacked fiber and contained high amounts of red meat. I barely ate vegetables, drank a lot of soda and vodka, and had an inconsistent routine with my eating habits. Most freshman who are living in dorms will have a meal plan, which means pizza bars, burgers, and shitty greasy food. Moderate yourself. Sure, it’s okay to have pizza once in awhile, but don’t do it everyday. Eat some veggies, some fruits. It’s okay to go HAM with that ciroq bottle once in awhile, but make sure you’re hydrated with water everyday. Your colon and liver will thank you. Trust me! Moderation, self-control, and planning ahead with meals is crucial to a healthy bowel movement and a function digestive system (this is coming from a finance and accounting major, fam)

4.) Schedule and plan ahead as much as possible. This isn’t high school anymore where you can roll by with last-minute crunch time motivation. Remember, in college there aren’t very much opportunities to get graded on things. It’s usually a midterm, participation, and a final. That’s 3 - 5 things to get graded on. Do your best the first time. 

In college you will face a lot of opportunity cost (I took 1st year econ and now I think I’m an expert bc I got an A-) in which you have to prioritize certain things over the others. While some things are unavoidable and just have to decide how you’re going to split your time over it and compromise, most things are avoidable by planning ahead and doing things that are assigned ASAP (regardless of how distant in the future until the due date is up). Most of the opportunity costs due to poor planning and scheduling are usually silly things like “Should I keep studying or should I do the laundry?” things that you can usually avoid with proper planning. Avoid those situations, do things ahead of time so you can later edit and review them to improve what you have, always expect the unexpected.

5.) Your mental health and your well being is above all else… Even school. Say it with me again “Your mental health and your well being is above all else… Even school!” There will be times where everything about college is overwhelming and you just don’t know what to do. Things will pile up: due dates, midterms, social life, etc. Just know that what you are feeling is completely normal and it happens to the best of us. It’s okay to breakdown because of it. I’ve had my fair share of breaking down at the library after 12+ hours of studying because even then I still couldn’t fully grasp a concept and that I’ve felt fucked for a midterm/final. Give yourself time to breathe – go out for a walk and clear your mind for a little while, go pet some puppies, treat yourself and buy a shirt that makes you feel good about yourself when you wear it. If self-helping doesn’t feel like enough, your school offers the resources to help you cope and deal with what you’re feeling, and there’s nothing wrong with asking for help. It’s okay to breakdown from feeling like the world is crashing down on you, what isn’t okay is staying feeling like shit. You got this, homie! I believe in you! :)

Another thing is failure. Failure is not a sign that you’re inadequate or stupid. Certain things can factor in with life that we can’t control. There is nothing wrong with failing. Don’t let it discourage you from getting where you need to be, because like I said it happens to the best of us. It’s okay to do bad on a test, to drop out of a course, and to fail in a course. There are opportunities to take the class once again. Don’t let failure define you and ruin your ambitions of succeeding. I met this girl in my Marketing class because we got grouped together by random. It was her second time taking the class because she failed the first time. By the end of it, she got an A as her class mark and she helped me a lot to understand concepts that I was unfamiliar with. Like I said, it happens to the best of us. Don’t let failure define your ambitions to succeed.

Well, in the end of day, we’ll all experience college differently, these are just some tips that I think are important for my college freshman followers to know before they head off to school and experience one of the most exciting part of their life. Take what you need from my tips, and remember to just keep keeping on and never be afraid to take risks! You’ll get to where you’re meant to go sooner in life. If you have any personal questions or want to talk to me more about my experiences in college, just hit me up with a message and I’ll gladly share some more insights to you! Good luck Class of 2019 :)



Star Crossed: Chapter 1

So, here’s the first chapter of my modern day everlark au. I was super nervous about posting, but I hope you all like it! Any feedback/advice is greatly appreciated!

And thanks to the amazing hungergameshutch for all her help with editing and everything else! Go follow her and make sure you check out her fanfictions, they’ll tear you apart.


Chapter One:


I watch as his eyes flutter closed, too weak to keep them open any longer.

I hold his hand in mine, both of us soaked to the skin, and plead for him to hang on just a little bit longer.

“Peeta! Stay with me!”

“Mm-lways.” He mumbles, barely audible above the heavy rain and raging traffic all around us.

Peeta’s once crisp white shirt is now completely saturated with rain, but he stopped shivering long ago.

I can see the final dregs of life slowly fading away and I’m left completely helpless. There is nothing I can do. 

Where is the fucking ambulance?

I check the sweater that I tied around his leg, in an attempt to make a tourniquet to stop some of the blood. But he is losing too much, and dying right before my eyes.

I somehow made it out with only a few minor cuts and bruises, while Peeta took the hit at full force. He’d be glad that I’m safe and okay, but I know, when he doesn’t make it I’ll be furthest thing from okay.

Before I met Peeta, my life was about as shitty as life could get, and I was on the verge of depression. But then one fortunate day Peeta showed up and changed everything for the better. 

And that wasn’t even the first time he changed my life. 

I can’t go back to that. He is my whole life. Without him, I’d have nothing.

“Peeta, look at me, please. You can’t leave me. I need you." 

His eyes open slowly, there’s so much struggle behind such a simple everyday action, that’s how I know his time is almost up. He smiles weakly at me, and rubs his thumb across my hand.

I lock my tear-filled eyes on his brilliant crystal blue ones, trying to remember how breathtaking they are as this may be the last time I see them.

I try and take in his other features as well, his ashy blonde hair, chiseled jaw and broad shoulders. It’s hard to see them as anything else than how they appear in this moment; his hair is stained with blood and dirt, his jaw covered in cuts, and his shoulders seem frail and thin, as if he’s slowly disappearing.

"Hold on, Peeta, okay? Hold on for me." 

I hear the sirens roaring a few miles away, but they won’t be here anytime soon. A twenty-two car pile-up will not be easy to bypass.

"Katniss, sing?" 

He knows he’s dying, he knows it as well as I do, and my voice is the last thing he wants to hear.  

So I start to sing…

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.”

My voice is shaky and unstable but Peeta smiles at me and I know that I must keep going.

“Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes. And when you wake the sun-.”

I stop suddenly, something’s different. 

His body is still.

I press my ear against the spot where I always rest my head on his chest, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence…


I throw my arms around him and sob into his shoulder. My body shakes violently. “How could you leave me Peeta? How could you leave me like this?”

He’ll never know that he was going to be a father. 

He told me that one thing he always wanted, was for us to raise a child together. 

And now I am finally granting him that wish, but he won’t be here to see it come true.

And he’s left me alone to care for our son or daughter, who will look just like him. I’ll have to look at my child everyday, and see my beautiful Peeta, then my mind will flash to his lifeless bloody body that currently lies before me.

How will I raise this child? How will I survive without him?

Seconds, minutes, or possibly hours pass before I hear the sirens blaring in my ears and see the flashing red and blue lights. Everything around me is a blur, except for my lifeless husband lying in front of me.

I feel the strong grip of someone trying to take me away from Peeta. Petrified, I lunge for him, but I’m caught. I watch helplessly, screaming for Peeta, as they lift him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance.


I pace back and forth in the waiting room, desperate to see Peeta. I haven’t laid eyes on him since he was put in the ambulance, despite my constant pleas and demands. 

For the first four hours I was left in agony with no information.

Finally, Peeta’s doctor, Dr. Aurelius, comes out wiping his brow. He seems stressed, tired and agitated. I, of course, feared the worse and immediately broke down, unable to hold back the tears.

“Mrs. Mellark, fortunately, we have revived your husband and he’s responding well to treatment but-”

I ignore the rest of Dr. Aurelius’s statements. Peeta is alive.

“When can I see him?” I interrupt, ignoring his annoyed glare.

“But, due to the accident, Mr. Mellark has unfortunately lost his leg. We’ll have him fitted for a prosthetic as soon as he wakes up.”

“When can I see him?” I ask again. 

“I’m afraid it will be a few more hours, we still have some more tests to run.”

I simply nod in response, and Dr. Aurelius returns it, and heads back towards Peeta’s room.

My husband is alive. He’s missing a limb, but he’s alive. I won’t be leaving this hospital alone, and more importantly, I won’t be raising our child alone. 

The thought causes me to cry once again. How do I have any tears left? It feels like I haven’t stopped, since the accident, and since I held Peeta’s unresponsive body.

I attempt to push those horrible images out of my mind, and fail miserably.

During the next few hours, I find myself reading trashy gossip magazines and talking with friends and family.

Peeta’s mother hasn’t called, not that I expected she would. She and Peeta never had a good relationship, and since his father died last year they haven’t spoken. 

Just after midnight, Peeta’s best friend, Finnick visited. His wife, Annie, stayed at home to look after their son.

Finnick Odair was tall, blonde, and tanned to perfection. That confident smile he usually wears has faded with tonight's events. Although no amount of sadness could diminish his natural beauty.   

“How is he?” Finnick asks, enveloping me in a hug.

I explain Peeta’s current state, alive but with one less limb.

“And how are you holding up, Katniss?" 

"I’m fine,” I lie. 

He gives me a skeptical look, but quickly moves on, knowing in no way I could possibly be fine in this situation, and that there’s nothing he can do. All that I need is Peeta.

“I’ll look after Mellark’s for a couple of weeks, so make sure Peeta doesn’t worry.”

Mellark’s is Peeta’s restaurant. Finnick often works there during busy times, or when Peeta and I are unavailable. It’s quite successful in our little town, and we’ve been considering expanding, but all of our plans will be put on hold for now.

“Thank you, Finnick. I’ll let Peeta know you visited too.”

“Okay Katniss. Call us when you’re home, and we’ll all come visit.” He hugs me again, and then he’s gone.

My sister, Prim, called but it was only for a few minutes since she was busy working at the hospital across town. She promised to come visit, with her new boyfriend as soon as she could.

My sister is the only family I have left. It was just Prim and I together for so many years, and unfortunately, now I only get to see her every couple of months. I treasure every visit.

My thoughts are interrupted once again by a young nurse with dark-skin and brown hair. “Mrs. Mellark?” she asks. “Your husband is just waking up if you’d like to go in and see him.”

My eyes promptly pool with tears and I nod eagerly. The young nurse smiles and leads me to Peeta.

“Thank you.” I say, before bursting into the room.

“Peeta!” I cry, my voice strangled by tears. I rush to his bedside, grab his hand in mine, and run my free hand through his messy hair and down his jaw. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Peeta coos.

“Peeta! You were dead! Your heart stopped!" 

"It’s okay, it’s working now.” He says, leaning up painfully slow, to kiss me.

It’s a tear filled kiss, but even when Peeta is at his weakest, I can still feel the strength he brings to everything. 

“Your leg.” I whisper. 

“It’s fine, Katniss. I’ll manage. Do you want to see it?”

I nod, and pull back the blanket to reveal a stump that cuts off just after the knee. 

“Oh, Peeta.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’m just relieved that you’re okay.” He holds out his arms and I cuddle up beside him, craving his touch. 

I rest my head gently on his shoulder. He strokes my hair, and I drift off into a somewhat peaceful sleep.

7 hours earlier


Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ plays through my car radio and I listen contently, as I drive, to Katniss softly singing along.

We’re on our way home from Mellark’s after a long day of work. Rain pounds against the window and soaks the highway.

I spot a car swerving back and forth behind us, most likely a drunk driver.

They start to speed up and before I even have time to react, it smashes into our vehicle.

The airbags blow up, our car skids into the car in front of us, and the windows crack and smash from the impact.

All around us cars are screeching, skidding and crashing, and Katniss’s screams almost drown out the loud booms of the many cars colliding.

I notice a sharp pain in my leg, I pull out a very large shard of glass, wincing with the pain and find my fingers coated in blood. 

I start to feel dizzy and slump against the airbag, barely conscious. Katniss screams my name. I want nothing more than to make sure that she is safe, but there is nothing that I can do.

Please be okay Katniss.

I hear her car door open, and within seconds she’s opened the remains of my door and is tugging at my arm, trying to get me out of the car. I take a mental note that she is able to walk, which brings me some relief.

“Peeta, can you move?”

I can’t move my leg. I can hardly even feel it, which is not a good sign. 

I barely have the strength to shake my head.

“Okay, I’m going to try move you, it’s going to hurt, but I have to get you out." 

I cry out. The pain is unbearable. I can hear Katniss crying and muttering apologies, and then I fall unconscious.

When I wake, I’m lying down and Katniss is gripping my hand tightly.

The pain in my leg is gone, and for a moment I think we’re in the hospital and I’m all stitched up, but the rain and blood tell me otherwise.


“I’m okay, Peeta. Don’t worry. The ambulance will be here soon. Just hold on. I love you, I love you so much.”

She knows it. I know it. I am dying. 

“I love you too.”


I sit on the edge of the hospital bed examining my brand new prosthetic. 

I despise this piece of metal.

Tears fill my eyes. My whole life is going to be completely different now. I will have to overcome this obstacle every day, and have to relearn how to do simple tasks.

Will Katniss still want to be with me? Will she look at me different when we have sex? Will she still want to have children with me?

And if we do have a child, will they be ashamed of their father because of his ugly robot leg?

An abundance of questions are swirling throughout my head, and I wish they would stop.

Katniss walks into the room wearing a small smile, her dark hair styled neatly in a side braid. “Ready to go home?”

Her smile fades immediately when she sees the tears in my eyes.

She rushes to my side. “Peeta, what’s wrong?" 

"How did our perfect life take such a dramatic turn for the worst?" 

"Peeta…it can still be perfect. My life will always be perfect as long as you’re in it.”

“How am I supposed to live with this thing? Why do you still want to be with me?” I say, gesturing towards my false leg.

“Peeta Mellark! Don’t you dare say that! I will always want to be with you. You know that. We’ll make this work, I promise you. I’ll do everything I can for you, and all your friends will do the same. It’s going to take some time getting used to but eventually everything will be good again." 

She’s crying now. 

I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. "I’m so sorry, Katniss.”

She nods into my shoulder then pulls back. “Let’s go home.


We drive back to our house in Katniss’s car. It’s been three days since the crash, I’m desperate to get back into my home, and just be with my wife.

We’ve both taken two, well-deserved weeks off work, since Finnick insisted he would look after the restaurant. 

In just under forty minutes, we arrive at our house. We moved into this house last year, just after our honeymoon.

Downstairs, there’s a large kitchen, perfect for baking, a living room, study and small bathroom. 

Upstairs, there are five rooms. One for Katniss and I, one for my paints and artwork, a guest room, and two remaining empty rooms which will hopefully house our children in the future. 

Our room has a large en suite which Katniss and I often use for things other than just showering…well, probably not anymore.

Walking from the car to the door is a struggle, because it is difficult for me to walk with my prosthetic. Dr. Aurelius said it will take some time getting used to, and gave me some cream to use every night to ease the pain.

I shuffle to the living room and collapse onto the couch. Katniss follows, and sits beside me.

“You stay here and relax, and I’ll go make some dinner.” She leans up to kiss me, and I bring her closer, deepening the kiss. 

She wraps her arms around my waist, and I bring my lips to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind until I reach her lips once again. 

We stay like this, for what could’ve been hours. Time stands still when we’re together, and all my problems are momentarily forgotten.

When she pulls away, I grip her tighter, not ready for it to end.

"Let me go." 

"I can’t." 

She giggles softly against my lips, causing the blood to rush down to my lower half.

She kisses me once more then I watch her walk to the kitchen, my eyes trained on her beautiful body. 

It’s been three days since I’ve seen her naked, three days since we’ve been in bed together, three days since I’ve been inside her.

Three days is far too long.

I shift, uncomfortable, my pants becoming too tight, too quick. Fuck, that girl can get me fired up very quickly.

Slumber takes me soon after, my thoughts on nothing but Katniss.


"Peeta. Wake up, dinner’s ready” Katniss’s voice, whispers in my ear.

I stand up slowly, shaky with my new leg, but Katniss is there to hold and help me. 

I take notice of her appearance, her usually braided hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and she’s wearing a soft orange sundress, my favorite one. “You look beautiful, Katniss.”

She smiles shyly and takes my hand, leading me to the kitchen. Her palms are unusually clammy, but I brush the thought off quickly, thinking she’s just been working hard in the kitchen. 

Our wooden table is covered in an expensive white tablecloth, which is only used for special occasions. Two silver covers, hide our food, candles light the table, and a large bouquet of flowers decorate the center. 

“Katniss, you didn’t have to do all this. Honestly, take-out would’ve been fine, as long as I got to share it with you.”

She smirks while she lifts the cover off her plate, and a chuckle escapes my lips. Chinese take-out.

“Bon appétit.” She says, smiling weakly.

The smell makes me weak at the knees, after a three-day diet of hospital food, I am definitely going to enjoy this.


After dinner, I let out a loud satisfied sigh. “This was wonderful, Katniss. Thank you. But you don’t have to spoil me just because of what happened.”

“It’s not just that…” She says, picking at her cuticles. She’s been distracted for the whole meal, playing with her food and hardly eating anything.

There’s something on her mind and she’s nervous. Something’s wrong.

“What is it, Katniss?”

Her hands go to her stomach. “Peeta, I have something to tell you.”

Asking Your Best Friend on a Date

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Rating: T

Prompt: “Aloof” given by yaushie thanks (:

EDIT: okay so I don’t know how in the world but I totally forgot what aloof meant and wrote this whole ficlet on my twisted definition of the word… I’ve no excuse. just… 

Natsu was gonna do it. He was finally gonna do it. Two years of being best friends with the blonde girl sitting at the guilds’ bar had prepared him for this moment and no amount of jokes cracked by that ice stripper was going to stop him. Natsu Dragneel, nineteen year old Natsu Dragneel, was going to ask Lucy Heartfilia on a date.

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