Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🥰🥰🥰
Hi!
I like the way I can just stop worrying sometime, I like the way I care about how people feel, I like how I get things easily sometimes, I like how I’m oblivious with social clues though, I like how I like people to be comfortable around me.
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"that ship is toxic"
you cowards
you fools
that's part of the fucking appeal
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The year of the 73rd Hunger Games, Delly Cartwright is reaped first. Her little brother, swallowed by the crowd, lets out a little half-cry. Her father claps a hand over his mouth so as not to scream, and her mother grips his arm hard enough to bruise, hard enough to keep her upright. Delly trips over the toe of her dusty shoes– too big, with just a small heel, and stumbles all the way up the stairs of the stage. Effie Trinket purses her lips, painted spring green, and smiles wide enough to show all of her perfect white teeth.
The year of the 73rd Hunger Games, Peeta Mellark is reaped second.
Woot woohoo another fic to post about!! Alternate imagining of the 74th Hunger Games. For those who love Everlark, Peeta angst, and Johanna motherfucking Mason.
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