that what i need is the dandelion in the spring

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You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

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endless list of favorite movies ☰ the hunger games series (2012-2015) dir. gary ross & dir. francis lawrence

What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. 

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List of Favourite OTP’s; (3⁄4) Literature couples ≡ peeta & katniss (the hunger games)

You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

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Get to know me meme: 5/10 pairings » Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark
    You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces. What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”

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To this day, I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed. (The Hunger Games)

I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe. (Catching Fire)

I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. (Mockingjay)

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: an alternate ending for the Hunger games where katniss chooses gale instead of peeta

Hello there! First, I’d like to apologise for not writing the story that you requested. 

I really tried, I promise, but I just couldn’t do it. It’s not because I hate Gale, because I don’t. But, honestly, I think that to have the ending you want, I’d need to re-write the entire trilogy. Because, IMO, Katniss didn’t choose Peeta at the end, when they’re both back in D12. I think she chose him before. 

Maybe she didn’t know how to put it into words, but the feelings were there. More importantly, I think that there are many moments through the trilogy (especially Mockingjay) when we see her NOT choosing Gale. Their relationship becomes strained and distant. The more I thought about it the less likely it seemed.

In the end, Katniss says it best. What I need is the dandelion in the spring… And only Peeta can give me that.

Now, this whole intro doesn’t mean I didn’t write anything. It just means I wrote something else. Canon divergent. There’s a lot of Gale here, but it’s still Everlark.

For those of you still reading, hope you enjoy.


She had been sitting by the fire, drifting in and out of sleep for two weeks, when he knocked on her door.

Sae answered and let him in, making a big fuss about his appearance and his new position in District 2.

For the first time since she’d come back to Twelve, Katniss looked up from the flames.

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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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Day 5: Mythology and Creatures

A/N: I bring you a Hades and Persephone AU today, lovelies. It reads a little bit like a myth/fairy tale. Also, there was supposed to be a Klaus POV to this but I’m a writing sloth and ran out of time. Shhhh. If you’re interested in the part 2, let me know and I’ll finish it and post it at a later date. I hope you like it because I’m not sure how I feel about it. 

Anyway, happy reading! :)

(FF.net)

xx Ashlee Bree


Fill Me With Your Kissing Death

Long ago, back in the days when wolves still trotted and crouched low in her honeysuckle eyes, hungry for something with no name but afraid to prowl too close to the surface of desire, midnight rose like a chariot from a tomb to tickle the soles of Caroline’s feet. It tilled the earth. Exposed her lampshaded dreams like cartilage. Snapped denial against her two bony kneecaps until she screamed out the letters of her own fate. The rattle roar of ghosts she’d long refused to know stepped out from graves beneath her skin. They zipped into her throat with ease because they were no longer shunned for their shouts which demanded wicked mercy; they were no longer lonely. Cracking open the dual riot in her heart.

Midnight vined her through with darkness pronged in hush. All of that guileless power licking love into old scars until they felt jagged and whole again instead of split open and dripping red with shame. It happened at a time when hunting for blood was deemed wrong for any spring darling because ‘sunlight should be enough to fill up anyone who’s been blessed with a green raindrop touch’; but also in a moment when Caroline could no longer crush the wildness inside. That part of her desperate to grow thorns from her thumbs…that part dying to poison herself with the freedom to seethe.

She’d grown weary of lying. She’d grown so sick of pretending to flourish in a half-life where she spent all her time courted only by the warmth of the sun. For what of the moon? Or of the knifing feeling of night as it’s swallowed like ice through the lungs of the guilty?

What about the withering of seeds after August’s multitude of sins have sucked out all the colors except grey and black? How about the rickety quiet of branches swaying somberly because they’ve paid for their crimes in crumpled brown leaves? Why should it be so wrong, Caroline wondered, yet feel so right, to harness Nature’s brutal tools? Why should it be so terrible to bury the weediest of weeds back beneath the dirt where they belonged?

What if—what if it wasn’t?

Stunted, that’s how she felt. Stuck.

Her head spun and spun in clouds too bright. Her chest heaved, gasping for a squall that tasted of swords and teeth and sweat instead of a rain scented in pinks.

Deep down, Caroline craved transformation and piquancy because she knew she needed more room to cultivate the dueling extremes the gods had planted inside of her. She needed a different kind of garden. One that’d accommodate her bloom-wilting, shiver-burning, rain-droughting ways because the pleasure to shine wasn’t enough anymore.

The sun felt muted.

One-dimensional.

Uninspired.

Warmth was too tepid, too predictable…

It would never fill her up. It would never be enough.

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Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.  

Hello My dear lovelies. It is I back again with a one shot due to this amazing prompt hosted by @everlarkficexchange I’m sorry it’s a bit late. I would love to just say that this was super difficult for me, seeing as this is my first smut ever written. Please be kind. I would like to thank @titaniasfics for her amazing beta work and The biggest most ardent thanks to my baby doll @mega-aulover for helping me through everything and keeping my spirits up. Finally, I would like to thank my handsome hubs for the inspiration and patience. I made my own little banner. It isn’t much but I tried. I hope you all like this story. Please don’t forget to read and write a review, any kind of feedback would do. It would be much appreciated. 

Prompt: Canon-Divergent where Katniss realizes she loves Peeta the night before the Quarter Quell, she tells him and they have sex. In D13, she finds she got pregnant, and while she’s sad that Peeta isn’t with her, she’s happy to be carrying Peetas child. Because should he not return to her, she has a piece of him with her to love. It also gives her the strength to try to rescue Peeta. And to help him constructively recover from the hijacking :). [submitted by Anonymous]

  I can hear the muffled cheers of the Capitolites outside the window. They delight in their favorite Tributes and respective districts. Some might even be taking bets. Betting for which one of us would come out alive. Which of us is worth their sponsorship. Which one they would deem prettier or have a more tragic background so that they will give us a dim hope for survival, not realizing that no one comes out alive. Not if you count nightly terrors, and daily reminders of those we are forced to kill to ensure our empty continuity of life. Going about something resembling living but floating through it all with no feelings other than remorse and guilt because no matter how many times the Victor tries to convince themselves that everything was out of their control, you are left feeling as though it was somehow wrong to survive. You feel disgusted by whatever choices you made, no matter how inconsequential they may have been. You never forget the faces of the people who died by your hand. Unspeakable things that no one should be subjected to, but the Capitolites are so far removed to understand them.. So invested in hollow things such as drama, fashion and whether Peeta and I will last or keep on this charade of the star-crossed lovers. They don’t notice the despair that’s left behind. The bodies of children who never a chance to leave a mark on this world.

  I walk over to the window and watch as the Capitol children run around gleefully in their bizarre dresses and coats carrying sparklers, pretending to jab one another, imitating their favorite Tribute. The fireworks lighting up the sky and hearing the ‘oohs and the aaahs’ from the crowd. I turn back disgusted and sit on the sofa as I wait for Peeta to join me.

  Peeta, who once again tried to spare me when he convinced the crowd outside that I was pregnant. Me, who has done nothing more than to push him away. He has sacrificed himself more times than I can count. But, there he was on that stage, still trying to protect me.

  I didn’t intend for my little rebellion to generate such an uproar. For Snow to put a target on both our backs, for Peeta to be in danger. He doesn’t deserve it, he is far too kind and forgiving.

  I sigh and run my hands through the tips of my tousled hair  . There was no power on this earth to make me want to wear the abhorrent wedding dress for more than it was necessary. I smile and for once I felt a surge of pride remembering the way people’s faces changed when the wedding dress burned before their eyes and was replaced by the dark and exquisite dress that Cinna made. I would have loved to have seen Snow’s face, but for now I’ll content myself with my imagination.

  Peeta, on the other hand, was perfect. Pristine and handsome, and, dare I say it, even delicate in some way. His white tux made him look like a beautiful angel, too flawless to be touched, with his golden hair and crystalline blue eyes. Eyes so full of compassion and kindness. The kindness he had shown me when he fed me the burned bread despite the black eye he carried the next day. That was who Peeta was and perhaps Haymitch is right. I can live a thousand years but never truly deserve him. For I am the dark rebel. The one filled with fire and anger but I know I need the dandelion in the spring to gently quench of my own sorrows, my remorse, and fill my resentful heart. He is what I need and there would be no one to equal to him.

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Enjoying a warm spring day <3

Emory asked me to visit the old dandelion fields near our stud, I had actually never visited it before. But it was so beautiful! While Em took our new Criollo Guerrero (left), I saddled up Turmalin, my little problem pony. I didn´t expect that this boy would be so calm. I mean, look, he just stood there, watching the dandelions flying in the wind. I trained a lot, so I can finally ride him but that was…unexpected. As I got Guerrero from Ellen, I didn´t expect anything different than a well-trained and friendly horse but he was such a good boy as well.In the future I just have to find another western rider for these two. I know, saddle them up and taking them for a ride is no big deal but if we want to compete on some tournaments, I need a professional Cowboy. Emory and I are more these english penguin-style riders.
What are you doing in that coming spring time? Watching rain at home or enjoying stunning landscape becoming more and more green again?
Btw what do you think about Guerrero? I´m looking forward to take maaany pictures of him, also in action.

Submitted by @jhutchmyanchor

You know you’re everlarked when you see a dandelion in your yard and you think of Everlark and this quote: “What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.”

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favorite character meme: [¼] relationships 

On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”

I tell him, “Real.”