Does it count as a first date if you wake in the person’s arms?
We lounge in bed, drifting between awake and asleep, Peeta’s fingertips skating over my legs and hips, etching cool patterns or maybe words into my skin. It’s such a luxury to wile away the hours this way. We get up to eat, but it isn’t until early afternoon that we’re both awake and willing enough to actually go on our hiking date.
I dress in cotton pants and a t-shirt, tugging on a hooded sweatshirt for warmth. Peeta leaves me for a few minutes to dress in his apartment and returns garbed much the way I am, his black backpack slung over one shoulder.
It doesn’t feel like a first date as I drive us out of town, since Peeta apparently doesn’t own a car, preferring to walk or use public transportation to get around the city. We talk and laugh, the windows down and the crisp fall air making a tangled mess of flyaways even though I braided my hair. I tell him about the time my father and I got ourselves chased up a tree by a black bear when we plucked berries from a bush he’d apparently already laid claim to. And as I park in one of the lots at the trailhead near Lake Panem, I realize that I’ve never been this comfortable on a first date before.
Me and other ppl need to start respecting younger kids more,, like we think nothing of ridiculing 12-year old kids with those “acting 12” insults when there are plenty of adults who do the same. I know for a fact that I’m not the only teen who’s been condescended by older ppl or adults. It’s not fair to anyone at all. There’s no benefit to brushing off kids as immature and useless, teaching them that they’re dumb, and that we don’t think anything of them. Respect ur elders is a bullshit saying. I know some kids can be annoying and seem immature, but we can’t write off every single 12-year old child as an idiot. They’re at a weird point between childhood and becoming a teen, and they’re developing, and we’re teaching them that we can tell them they’re dumb without knowing anything about them and it’s okay. We’ve gotta support upcoming generations
<b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Teacher:</b> I heard you've been saying 'FAKE ARMYS' a lot lately and I was wondering... what's wrong?<p/><b>Me:</b> you really wanna know?<p/><b>Teacher:</b> Yes, please tell me...<p/><b>Me:</b> *bursts into tears* SEOKJIN IS ART AND ALMOST EVERY ARMY IS TURNING A BLIND EYE TO HIM AND THEY WON'T ACCEPT HIS TALENTS EVEN THOUGH WE ALL KNOW HE HAS SO MANY TALENTS! I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AND HAVE MORE PARTS IN SONGS AND HAVE MORE PEOPLE WATCH HIS EATJINS!<p/><b>Teacher:</b> *wipes away his own tears* I know girl! I know!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
Letter - Mother Mother/victuuri for the ficlet prompt!!
i like this song omg! so cute 💖 have something related to the colours soulmate au that @witchfell and i came up with a while back!
My name is Viktor Nikiforov, and I am six years old. Your colours are blue in my head. I wonder if you are a baby. My teacher Miss Irina hepled me with my spelling. I wish you were older so we can play together. Do you like ice skating? I like ice skating. We can ice skate together when you get older!
Love, Viktor (age 6, Russia)
I wonder what colour I am in your head. You are such a beautiful blue in mine, pulsing gently with all of your emotions. We have to meet in order to start hearing each other’s thoughts, so I can’t wait for us to meet so that we can talk secretly through our thoughts too. There’s so many things I’d like to tell you that I can’t tell my parents or Yakov. I would tell my dog, but he can’t talk back like you could. I bet you would like my dog. He is a puppy named Makkachin. I got him for my ninth birthday after I won a skating competition! It wasn’t much, just a regional competition. I want to be good enough for Nationals soon, though!
Love, Viktor (age 9, Russia)
Are you skating, too? I can feel you flying in my head somehow. Maybe you are doing something else, but it’s the same feeling I get out on the ice, so I hope it’s because you’re learning how to skate. I was getting a bit scared to have a soulmate who didn’t skate, or who hated skating. I mean, I would still love you even if you hated everything about the ice, but it’s a lot easier this way! I’m preparing for the Junior Grand Prix now. I wanna win gold in the Junior Grand Prix and then move up to Seniors next year and eventually become the world’s best skater. It would be amazing if we could skate on the same ice together, so I hope you work hard at it, too!
I know in my previous letters I don’t talk about much else. But then again I guess there isn’t that much in my life besides skating and my dog Makkachin. My family is nice I guess but my parents are never home, so I spend all the time at the rink with Yakov anyway. My rinkmates are friendly but I can tell they think I’m weird because I’m so focused on becoming the best figure skater. I wish I had you to talk to. You never respond to these, but then I don’t expect you to.
I wonder where you are, my soulmate, and what you do, and what your family’s like, and if you like dogs. I want to know everything about you. All of your likes and dislikes, all of your hopes and fears. I guess we’re supposed to love each other already, but I don’t know if you will. I’m kinda weird. But maybe you’re a little weird, too. I’d like that, if we were a little weird together.
I tend to ramble these days, so I think I’ll shut up now.
Love, Viktor (age 12, Russia)
P.S. My coach and my ballet teacher are soulmates too. And they’re married. I wouldn’t expect you to want to marry me, though! But it’s a thought!
Today at my school there was a gas leak so we evacuated while it was raining. I was having a real ass panic attack and I almost cried bc my school has 2000+ kids and I had no clue wtf was happening. So Mr. B came up to me, took my binders and textbooks and held his umbrella over me before saying “It’s ok Maddy, you can stay with me” and I just kept crying and he would not, for the life of him stop being the sweetest person on the planet. I wore my beauty and the beast pajama pants and he told me how I looked like Belle, and how he really liked my sun and moon necklace. Eventually he calmed me down enough and called my dad with his phone (cause mine was still in the building) to let him know I was okay. He had his arm around me and gave me his sweater and BITCH I WAS SCREAMING. He was trying to distract me from the fact that the building was literally a gas chamber and it was pouring bruh he really killed me. Anyways I love him so much and I can’t thank him enough for being there for me. I’m gonna bake him a cake I think
Alabaster: See, we have a way that we could genetically fuse three sex cells together, and then one of the two of you would be a surrogate to carry the zygote just like you’d carry any other baby. Three trimesters, the whole shebang. The only decision that you’d have to make is which one of you would carry the baby. But the baby itself will be a third of each of you.
Today our teacher told us, and I quote, that 'if we're gonna commit suicide we better be successful because there is nothing more pathetic that someone who survived it'. I want to fucking leave this school or my body, I'm so mad. And we have a person who is fighting with depression in class. I'm speechless and we're trying to get him fired. (It was in Poland but most of your followers speak don't speak Polish.)