so many of these are katniss

Many Sentence Monday (because I missed Six Sentence Sunday)

    Brendan walked into the kitchen. “I’m starving. Is it time to order pizza yet?”

    Peeta chuckled. “It can be time to order.” He took out his phone and hollered up to the girls, “What kind of pizza am I ordering?”

    Three sets of feet ran down the stairs.

    “Pepperoni.” Callie and Mags said at the same time.

    “Cheese.” Pearl said softly.

    Brendan opened up the fridge and took out an apple. “Just pizza. I’m so hungry.” He took a bite of the fruit as he walked out of the room.

    “Katniss?” Peeta asked. “You have a preference?”

    “I’ll eat anything.” 

    Peeta fought against the tightening in his pants at all the dirty thoughts that simple sentence brought up. “I’m for Hawaiian.” He opened the app on his phone and ordered up four pies for delivery. He was sure the older girls could eat their own and so could Brendan. “They’ll be here in about thirty minutes.”

    “Yay!” Callie exclaimed.

    “You better call us as soon as it gets here.” Mags said, pulling Callie out of the room.

I keep seeing tweets like “okay so america is a dystopian novel now wheres the 16 year old girl to save us” and other condescending shit like that and i just….

where are the girls who are saving us you ask?

oh i don’t know, they are at the Oceti Sakowin camp fighting for the right to clean water and treaty rights. They are protecting their land and water against heavily militarized police forces.

They are and have been at many Black Lives Matter protests. Girls have fought against police brutality in black communities. Women, in fact, are among the top leaders of that movement.

They are the muslim girls who continue to fearlessly wear their hijabs in public despite rampant islamophobia.

And there were plenty of teenage girls at the women’s marches across the country. 

So while a single Katniss Everdeen figure has yet to emerge, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist. Because young women are protesting every day. They are the Katnisses and the Laia of Serras and the Aelins and the Mare Barrows and the Nehemia Ytgers and the Lihn Cinders that you’ve all read about. These girls exist. 

Realize that the fallacy of most dystopians, and many books, is that they often presents a single cohesive narrative of revolt and change. And in our huge, wide world, that is not how change works. But the books themselves are not incorrect in assuming that young women will be the arbiters of change. They are spot fucking on. 

Character Names in Fantasy

Anonymous asked: “I’ve been making my names for my main characters, but should I have a balance of ‘normal’ names and unusual? It is fantasy, so would I be able to have many made-up names?”

When naming characters in fantasy, while you do want the names of your characters to fit in with the world, you still want to strike a balance between belonging and memorable. Memorable in this case means, not out there and otherworldly, but easy to pronounce and recognize within the story.

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“if i’m not supposed to ship it, then why’d they go and make it so deliciously shippable?” - an informative lecture and powerpoint presentation by me

Many Things - Part 1

There’s more to this, but in the name of getting something up in time for Mother’s Day in the USA, here’s part one. May the day treat you well regardless of your status with mother’s or as a mother. This part is Rated K but rating will be at least an M at some point. I’ll be sure to rate each section as I get it posted. This is completely unbeta’d so if it’s crappy or riddled with mistakes, it’s all on me.


With a hefty sigh, Katniss falls back onto the bed and doesn’t move. She lays there with eyes shut, listening to the silence of the house and enjoying the peace for just a moment. There are dishes from dinner still piled in the sink, needing to be washed. A basket full of jumbled up laundry that she would need to fold and sort, unless she could convince Peeta to do that for her. Convincing usually doesn’t take much work since her husband is often eager to help in any way he can. She just feels guilty begging help from him late at night like this when he has to be up early to make it to the bakery in time to finish prep and open.

The bed dips beside her and hands cradle her head, lifting and placing her head carefully in his lap as she smiles faintly. Peeta’s fingers unwind the tie holding her hair in place and then her braid, which is probably a mess by now. She tugs self-consciously in her shirt, briefly hoping her mommy rolls aren’t on display before his fingers comb through her tresses with almost immediate effect. She hums contentedly, encouraging him to continue.

“I could draw you a bath,” he offers and she shakes her head.

“This is nice for now. And I’ve got dishes to wash.”

“I’ll wash the dishes,” he offers automatically.

“Laundry to fold,” she murmurs as she sinks into the warmth of his touch and the tingling in her scalp that his attention to her hair causes. She thinks back to a time when they would sit by the lake for hours, just like this, with Peeta playing with her tresses and Katniss soaking up sunshine and happiness like a pampered cat. Now they’re lucky to find a few minutes like this to themselves.

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The Braves - Chapter 1.

Today is a very special day.

It’s @titaniasfics birthday.

Everybody knows what she did for the fandom, how she helped, beta-ed, encouraged so many of us, how she believed in us, every single day.

So today, please, let’s join into celebrating her.

My dear C, here is for you … the WW2 story I told you about.

@akai-echo just surpassed herself with the banner (it’s so perfect !!!) and @dandelion-sunset did the beta-ing part :)


Un très joyeux anniversaire !!!

With love!

THE BRAVES

Chapter 1.

“God not only plays dice, he also sometimes throws the dice where they cannot be seen.” Stephen Hawkings.

April 1942, Panem, France.

Rain was falling heavily on the trees, clicking on the roofs, echoing in the streets of the town, soaking the man’s shirt.

But he couldn’t move.

One single move, and the sentinel standing closeby would undoubtedly see him.

He just couldn’t get caught.

There were barely two hundred meters left to reach Peeta’s house, to get to the safety of his home. Two hundred meters, but they were always the longest and most dangerous.

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LBJ

Author: @peetabreadgirl

Rating:

Prompt 12:, Anonymous, Katniss is trying to study in the library, but she can’t keep her eyes from wandering over to Peeta, who’s reading a comic book a few tables over. 

I took some liberties here. No comic book, but he’s still distracting her. And I included a bit of jealousy. Because that’s one of my favorite tropes and I just can’t help myself. ;) Enjoy the short read!

Originally posted by such-vodka

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Happy Birthday Everlart!

Originally posted by superiorgirls1

 

Happy Birthday @everlart! We here at @everlarkbirthdaydrabbles hope that you’ve had a fantastic day. Here’s a little gift for you, penned by the always amazing @javistg!

A Knock at the Door

AN: Happy birthday! Hope you’re having an amazing day :)

“Soon after I go to bed, there’s a quiet knock on my door, but I ignore it. I don’t want Peeta tonight. Especially not with Darius around.”

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Canon divergent. What if Katniss had opened the door?

Dinner goes by in a blur. Katniss pushes her peas around her plate and struggles with the fact that the avox standing next to her is none other than Darius.

After dinner, she wedges herself between Haymitch and Cinna to watch the recap of the Quarter Quell’s opening ceremonies. Her heart sinks as she follows her competition on the screen. The parade of aging victors looks pitiful in her eyes.

With a quick goodbye, Katniss heads back to her room and gets ready for bed.

She’s already tucked in for the night when she hears a quiet knock on her door. Peeta.

Her first instinct is to ignore him. To hide under the covers and hope her district partner goes away.

But, as she burrows deep into the blankets, she’s hit by how mad she still is at him for laughing at her, for betraying her to the other victors by joining in their mockery and ridicule.

Suddenly, the burning anger which has been simmering inside her all night takes over. With a determined huff, she jumps out of bed and rushes to open the door.

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Josh Hutcherson AMA Transcript

This is the transcript from Josh’s AMA on Reddit on February 16th, 2017.  All spelling and grammar errors are as written by the original people  This is very long, so the majority is under a read more.

Q:  Do you miss working with the Hunger Games cast?

Josh:  yes… they were the best! family forever. i miss them all dearly… however we still hang now and then and keep in touch.


Q:  Hi! What’s your favorite television show to watch?

Josh:  the Bob Ross painting show… i can benge for hours


Q:  Hey Mr. Hutcherson, is there any actor (that you have not yet worked with) that you wish to work with someday?

Josh:  so many…. joaquin phoenix is up there for sure.


Q:  Hi Josh, You got second class treatment from Rosemary Telesco and continued with Katniss Everdeen. Does it hurt your feelings?

Josh:  hahaha…. life imitates art…

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Which fictional storybook character would you like to be?
  • Simon: Can we be multiple ones, cuz I have so many I want to be!
  • Clary: *takes a marker, scribbles something on Simon's head* Ta-da, you are Harry Potter!
  • Jace: I am Finnick Odair. Smoulderingly HOT!
  • Clary: Well, I am Annabeth Chase. She's smart and has got a few mean moves. i like her.
  • Alec: Katniss Everdeen is an obvious choice, she's good with a bow.
  • Simon: *coughs* Shouldn't that also make ME Katniss?
  • Alec: *glares*
  • Jace: *seductively* Do want a sugar cube?
  • Magnus: Back off Herondale, Katniss is only Peeta's. I AM PEETA MELLARK!
  • Isabelle: Tris Prior or Rosalie Hale or Melanie Stryder. Ugh.
  • Luke: Remus Lupin.
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{ On your side… I’m still on your side }

I made for @titaniasfics, today it’s her birthday and she deserves as many celebrations as possible. I love you so much and I wish I could give so much more than this but still, I hope you’ll like it. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear!

Please watch in HD + earphones.

The Mockingjay & The Lion

There isn’t anyone who doesn’t love fairytales…especially me. This story is inspired by a Grimms Story called ‘The Lion and The Lark.’ Thank you to my beta @norbertsmom for helping me through the plot. How can I repay you for listening to my endless prattle about ideas and helping me throughout the process. You are amazing!!! To @kleeklutch you always come through in a pinch, no matter how weird my question is. Thankyou to my cheer and motivators @titaniasfics & @everllarkingnewtina TQM!!. Finally thank you to the talented members of @loveinpanem your prompts and ideas bring me so much joy, I really deeply inspired ny the prompt, it became 10k. If I could I’d hug you all I would!

Rated M ( for violence, mature themes   subject matter) AU / NON-Canon


“Momma, tell us the story,” her little boy yawned, “again.”

“Yes momma, tell us the story again,” her daughter parroted her eyes heavy with sleep.

Katniss smiled gently at her children. Twins who were as different as night and day. Her first born daughter was quiet and observant. her second born was sweet but with a quick flashing temper like his father. Her children were a mix of both of them. Katniss placed her hand on her womb, she was with child again, and her husband was beyond excited.

“Pleeeeeeeease momma,” both children begged from their respective beds.

“Alright.” Katniss took her son and moved him to his sister’s bed. “I believe tonight you get to sleep here.”

Her children giggled as they nestled together. Her son’s curly blond hair fell over his eyes. “Ready…”

Their eyes shined. “Yes!Yes!”

Katniss began to speak….


Once upon a time in the land of Panem, lived a poor huntsman who lived by the edge of dangerous woods. No one dared enter the wood for they said it was enchanted. The huntsman, Mr. Everdeen, was brave and was commissioned by the local magistrate to keep the vigil on the beasts that roamed the woods.

The huntsman was a widow and had two daughters, one with raven hair and eyes the color of gray storms, and his youngest with flaxen hair and eyes the color of the pale blue sky. He loved both of his children and warned them never to step out into the woods.

His oldest, Katniss, was a rebellious child. Not that she was disobedient, but she did like to push the boundaries set by her father. She liked to hunt just like he did, and she’d follow him. Every time he caught her he’d send her away until one day Mr. Everdeen decided it was far more prudent to teach Katniss to use his bow and arrows than to try to keep her at home.

Katniss surprised him. She was a better shot than he so Mr. Everdeen commissioned his oldest to always watch out for her younger sister.

Primrose was a sweet child and kept all of her father’s rules. She was a healer like her mother before her, and had need of the special medicinal plants that grew in the woods. Her father diligently sought out the plants Primrose needed, for she saved many lives in the remote village.

Mr. Everdeen was known to dote on his daughters, and so it was after a long harsh winter when the springs first rays poked through the gray clouds of winter that he announced he was traveling to town. 

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katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 


Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.

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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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Gale’s “Proposal”

“We could do it, you know.” – This feels like he’s jumping in the middle of a thought. One that’s been running on repeat in his mind all night and all morning and it just bursts out of him.

“Gale says quietly.” – When is our boy ever “quiet”?? I think we are getting a glimpse of what is really on his heart right now. Just as Katniss wears a mask to protect herself and hide her vulnerability, I think Gale does the same thing. He might discuss ideas, rant against the Capitol, but right here right now he’s cracking his heart open for Katniss to see.

“Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it,” says Gale. – WE, YOU and I. As Katniss states in a moment, he could have any girl for the choosing. But he chooses Katniss. Entrusts her with this crazy idea he had that’s probably been running in his mind for weeks or months even, but he never knew just quite how to say it or approach it, knowing his friend is skittish when it comes to emotional things and how likely she is to run away or shut down if he tries to get too close.

“If we didn’t have so many kids,” he adds quickly. – He’s already anticipated her response and is probably kicking himself now. Embarassed. She’d never leave w/o her mother and Prim. And how could he leave his family? But for a moment, freedom was something he could imagine. And sharing that freedom with his best friend.

“I might [want kids]. If I didn’t live here,” says Gale – It’s impressive that after everything, Gale is thinking about the future he’s putting some treasured hopes out there, for freedom, marriage, kids. He’s got 42 slips in the bowl this reaping and no false illusions of being safe. So I think these things are on his mind because he wants to escape it, he’s wondering, what if I get reaped and have to go to the Capitol, it’s his last chance to let Katniss know how he feels about her, and how he’s felt about her for the past six months though he couldn’t figure out how or when to tell her.

She snaps at him and he snaps back. In her shock and surprise at the sudden turn to sentimentality and hinting at marriage and kids, Katniss shuts Gale down and has unwittingly trampled on her friends heart. He drops the sensitive topic, they hunt, gather, trade and go on with their day. There’s no pressure, no nagging, no manipulation. Just his offering, her rejection, and hunting and resuming things as normal.

He does really well considering he’s just as young and immature as she is, and I don’t know if he had all that many people to confide in, so I don’t know if he’s been able to talk about his growing feelings for Katniss with his mother or a friend or anything.

What’s astonishing even now is to look at the cast line-up of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Not just Buffy herself, but also best friend Willow the witch, Willow’s girlfriend Tara, nemesis-come-wary-ally Cordelia, ex-demon Anya, mother-in-a-trying-situation Joyce and latterly, the mystically-created sister Dawn.

So often now, a “strong woman” in a TV show or a movie will be almost entirely isolated from other women - from Katniss Everdeen trying to survive the Hunger Games to Sandra Bullock’s character in Gravity, from Carrie Mathison in Homeland to Daenerys Targaryan in Game of Thrones - female friendship, let alone having conversations with several women, seems utterly impossible for many of today’s female characters.

What Buffy showed us is that having one strong female character per show - even if she’s well-written, interesting and complex - just isn’t enough. After all, you can’t pass the Bechdel Test with just one woman in the cast.

When I first saw Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I naively thought it would spell the beginning of a new wave of television and movies - ones where the women characters could be written as well as the men, where women would take the lead as often as men and where they would be surrounded by many other female characters.

It hasn’t happened yet. But I continue to hope that it will. And until we’ve made TV like that, Buffy will continue to seem new, fresh and revolutionary

- Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Legacy of the Teen Heroine

Epilogue for The Escort

Yes, you read that right! Many of you asked for it and many more of you probably wanted it and didn’t. Some of you probably didn’t care.

And then the post came up and I decided that we all deserved a little extra.

So here it is! What I envisioned for Everlark.

(Please excuse any typos, I just finished writing this and was dying to share. All will be fixed when I add it on AO3.)


    Peeta and I fall into a rhythm. He comes over to my house for a few hours between my work and his. While I’m still not comfortable with his profession, I do enjoy spending time with him.

    He walks in this evening holding something behind his back. A huge grin is on his face. “I have a surprise.”

    “What?” I ask, trying to peek around his back.

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Funny How It Goes

Written by: @thestuckinbed

Prompt 26: A drabble where Peeta is from the Seam and Katniss is a Merchant but he’s still the one with the crush??? Sorry if it’s too specific ahah i just never read something quite like that ” (sent to me many moons ago via anon). [submitted by @titaniasfics]

Rated: T (for mention of underage sex and prostitution)

Author’s Note: I got a late start and this got out of hand, so it’s going to be the first part of a new wip(!). This is unbeta’d and there are verb tenses that I’m not sure how they got there. I don’t own the Hunger Games. Thanks for reading :)

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otrascosasseries  asked:

hi! My birthday will be 20th of April... I know it is far far away but.... ;-)

Originally posted by keith-and-lance-do-cool-things

Happy birthday! We know this is a little late for your time zone, but we wish you a stellar day nonetheless! 


It’s time. I gave myself two days to work up the courage to tell my boss I won’t be working for him anymore. It’s been exactly 48 hours, and if I wait any longer I’ll have to tell my new boss I can’t start on time.

I take a deep breath, push the swivel chair away from my desk and prepare to give my two week’s notice. I’ve been offered a job that pays a smidge more and I can advance within the company, so it’s kind of a no brainer. Although I do love my current job, I’ll only ever be a secretary.

And I really like my boss. Like, really like him. That’s part of the problem, too. I’ve been attracted to him from day one. He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen of perfection worthy of god-status, but in two years he’s never given me any indication that he’s interested. He’s single and, unless he keeps his private life under wraps tighter than a nun’s vagina, he never dates. Ever. His ring finger has been bare since I’ve known him, he’s shown up at every company holiday party alone, and he has no pictures of anyone other than family in his office.

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