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Beautiful to see ✊ NYU faculty form a chain around the Gaza Solidarity Encampment as students prepare to pray.

Video: X: pslnational

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I think a lot about Katniss teaching her children to hunt and survive in the woods, like her father did with her.

The girl is very good at climbing trees and collecting wild plants, but it hates hunting. It's bad shooting with a bow and even worse killing animals. She always ends up bursting into tears over a squirrel.

"You know you eat them every day, right? Why do you only cry when you see them die?" the boy says to her.

"Well, you're an insensitive idiot." she argues back.

"You two shut up and stop harassing animals" Katniss says and both get silent.

The boy is very talented at hunting. He learns to use a bow at the age of 11 and even though he is not as good as his mother, his silent steps make him an excellent hunter. And when he gets older, his strong arms are great for carrying carcasses.

He and Katniss end up becoming hunting partners for the rest of their lives.

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-Muhammad al muqit

#https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxWo9UO4B3A #my heart hurts seeing all those children being mudered in cold blood #and for what #just because you want a piece of land #freedom for gaza #free syria #Columbia university #emory university #free palestine #protests #freepalestine #israel is a terrorist state

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So... I just want to say that I think you're super funny. You're one of those people in the fandom who changes everything with your vibrant energy.

I think you're super kind and adorable! Your idea of Peeta the priest is so insane. Katniss calling him FATHER????? You are always brilliant

thank you for everything

(The Priest!Peeta thing @littlemarianah is referring to this Patchwork Prompt post that @waywardangel-wilds started. SOMEONE CONTINUE IT!) This is so wonderful and so sweet! I really needed this today!!!! 😭 Thank you so much! I love this fandom, I love what you all bring. The incredible writing! The emotionally gripping art! The incredibly skilled and thoughtful analysis posts, the jokes! The idea that I also have something to contribute to this fandom is just...it makes my heart explode! You're an incredible part of this fandom too, @littlemarianah! It's so wild to think that we all share a love for something that brings us together to laugh (and cry) (and sometimes clutch pearls) even across the globe! 💚🌻🧡🌻 -Serra 🦕

#Stopp #aaaaaaah #brb crying

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WARNING: DISTURBING CONTENT

Bloodthirsty pigs tasing a black student for opposing a genocide committed by a foreign government. May the hands that did it slough off their body.

#palestine #gaza #free palestine #free gaza #israel #tel aviv #gaza strip #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #jerusalem #genocide #gaza genocide #palestinian genocide #emory university #police brutality #benjamin netanyahu #esc 2024 #eurovision #news #gaza news #joe biden

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#freepalestine #freedom for gaza #palestine #current events #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #tel aviv #news on gaza #palestine news #gaza genocide #genocide #war news #war crimes #news update #jerusalem

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cant get more fascist police state than snipers on rooftops overlooking peaceful protests.

this is what democracy looks like.

#palestine news #free palestine

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#free plaestine #free gaza #this solidarity #from the river to the sea 🇵🇸

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ahhh helpp.

@littlemarianah @waywardangel-wilds @triassictriserratops @nightlocked-in

Can we do a picrew chain? please?

Take this uquiz

Do this picrew

this is pretty accurate except I dont have blue in my hair

nf for all ofc but ill tag my friends

@3-kids-in-a-trenchcoat @esotericisnotdead @river-blue @samijami @kirby-impostor @genderfcker @destructivelynch @moonsfavoritedaughter @vermilion-love @chocolate-cake-enthusiast @logicallyanxious9z @lunarsands @icefireanimates @that-one-furry-sky @selenadoom @davvero-annoiatx and anyone else who stumbles appon this!

#tag game #quizzes

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Omg same, I'm writing my first smut fic rn and I keep reading trying figure it out. But omg is smut so different from normal writing, I feel a child trying to learn rn.

Me reading erotica to figure out how to write it: “interesting. So we’re using as many metaphors as we can while at the same time only doing like the same 2 positions. Interesting.”

#writing

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Peeta’s touch echoed on her skin. As Katniss sipped the warm spiced milk, her neck burned. While they’d watched the recording of the 50th Quarter Quell, and during their tactical discussion with Haymitch, it tingled. Her skin recalled his lips most acutely as he followed her down the corridor, just seconds earlier.

Besides the inconsistent moonlight reflecting off trees they pass, her compartment is dark. Once the door slides shut she steps into Peeta, reaching under his arm to turn the lock. Nuzzling her face against his shirt, she lays her cheek on his collarbone while her arms meet behind his back. Immediately, strong arms wrap around her body and warm hands splay across her back, pressing their bodies flush. His lips return to the spot on her neck, where they'd claimed her skin earlier.

Katniss feels his heart hammering rapidly in his chest, while her own seems on the verge of bursting through her ribs. Under his soap she smells whatever is uniquely Peeta, something slightly musky, that has no name. Taking comfort in each other, they stand rooted for what seems like hours.

Heat radiates from his skin. Slowly Peeta’s lips brush lightly up her neck, then gently press against her temple. Rolling onto her toes, Katniss places a timid kiss on his cheek. Bending, he gently kisses her cheek and jaw, and then withdraws, making eye contact. In the flickering moonlight only the outer rim of his dark blue irises are visible. Glancing to his full soft lips, her tongue darts out instinctually to swipe her own. A tremor vibrates through Peetas body.

Read the rest on AO3

#oneshot #everlark #wistfulweaverwoman

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i cut this whole bit out of A Girl A Boy And Everything Else because I ended up going in a different direction, but it's still sorta cute so:

He wants to leave the next morning, to bake he says, but he wants her to come with him. For some reason he also doesn’t want Greasy Sae to know he spent the night.

“She’s going to think I’m taking advantage of you,” he says quickly, tying his shoes. One knot, two knots.

“Why? We have a history, anybody else maybe, but you?”

“Katniss…” he looks at her from his side of the bed. “Everyone doesn’t look at me and see me the way you do, okay? I’m just a regular guy to other people.”

That doesn’t make any sense, he’s Peeta.

“Okay then I’ll stay here,” she gets up to comb her hair already frowning at how much it’s going to hurt.

“Can we just wait at least a month before I have to be okay with leaving you alone? Please?” She looks over at him and she can’t even get mad at how worried he looks.

She sighs, “fine! Can I comb my hair?”

“Do it when we get there, she could be here any minute.”

“This is stupid,” she pulls on a sweater and goes to change out of her sweatpants. “Everyone knows that I can fight you and win.”

“Hurry!” he’s looking out the window. “Oh God, is that Haymitch?”

“Who cares?” she ties her hair up at the nape of her neck to hide the tangles and grabs her hairbrush, “okay, ready.”

“I care,” he’s tugging her out the room. “If he sees this, he’s telling anyone who will listen, and then what? I’m the guy who takes advantage of the girl who’s mourning her sister.”

“Nobody thinks that” but she looks around the front window to make sure Haymitch isn’t there. “Okay. Let’s go.”

They make it across the green safely. Peeta shuts the door and sighs with relief, “Wow, what a rush huh?”

“That was dumb,” she grumbles, already off to comb her hair. “What are you going to say when we move in together, huh? I had no idea you cared this much about people’s opinion of you.”

“I don’t care about it, but it looks bad that on the day I said I was going to make dinner for you I never left. I feel like you moving in here is less bad. Plus, I mostly care about what Sae thinks, because she’s an elder.”

“Please, never play chess,” she yanks her brush through her hair “your strategy leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Do you want to come help me?” he calls over his shoulder, kicking his boots off by the door.

“You know, you can just say: Hey Katniss, please come here so I can watch you,” she scoffs, braiding her hair.

“Okay. Hey Katniss, please-”

“I’m here,” she bursts into the kitchen, pulling out a stool by the island to take a seat.

“Great,” he says with a falsely sunny expression, “here.” He hands her the phone.

“What?”

“We’re calling Dr. Aurelius.”

“What? Why?”

He throws her a look.

“But-”

He dials the number himself and because she feels like she owes him this she stays.

“Good morning, Peeta. You’re a little early.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, but we had an emergency. Here’s Katniss.”

“Wha- Oh, hi doc,” she glares, phone held up to her ear. “Yeah, uh I tried to um.”

Peeta takes the phone back and tells the doctor, then gives it back to her. She’s glaring at him but puts the phone back to her ear.

“that, I tried that.” Her voice as small as a mouse

#everlark fanfiction #so cute #everlark #katniss everdeen

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Good

an everlark smutty drabble inspired by an anon prompt:

Post-MJ, Pre-Epilogue (after the night of “Real” maybe) and Everlark are becoming more intimate and open in the bedroom. Katniss finds out Peeta can be quite ~dominating~ in bed and Peeta discovers Katniss’ praise-kink (although she denies it sometimes)… I think you can see where this us going 😉 so kinda just dirtytalk!Peeta saying things like “Good girl” and Katniss is just “Yes, Peeta” and it just gets really, really HOT because after all, she is the girl on fire 😏🔥

since I was cleaning out my inbox today I decided to try and write this. NSFW themes ahead. Read with caution, and pay attention to the prompts specifications.

We discover it almost accidentally, lying in bed one afternoon atop the rumpled sheets, trying to catch our breath as the sweat dries on our naked skin. 

“Where did you learn that?” I ask him turning my head to peer at him from across our bed. 

He’s gloriously sweaty and flushed, his chest still rising and falling swiftly, his pink lips and over-kissed mouth hanging open and pulling in the air like a man winding down after running a mile.

 He’s beautifully, perfectly undone, and best of all, he’s mine. 

He turns to me, lazily, eyes dropping with tiredness and the leftover rush of pleasure that’s still humming through both our veins. He still has enough energy to smirk, though. 

“Learn what?” He asks in a mock-innocent tone that makes me roll my eyes.  

“You know what,” I say, with a little more grit in my voice because I actually want to know the answer and he’s being annoying. He chuckles in delight at the discomfort in my voice. 

Peeta knows by now that while I’m very enthusiastic about our activities I still have trouble discussing certain things in blatant detail. He thinks it’s hilarious that after all this time and after all the things we’ve done together that I can still get flustered discussing sex with him. 

“Oh, you mean the thing that made you scream?” He asks, trying to continue his innocent charade but the slight smug quality of his words ruins the intended effect.

I narrow my eyes at him in warning, but he doesn’t even blink. 

“Or, was it that thing that made it impossible for you to speak at all?” He adds, lowering his voice and stretching out his hand to trail one lone fingertip down my ribs to my hip. The action makes me shiver with want, even though my body is still quietly pulsing with the aftereffects of his love. 

“The second one,” I answer quietly, reaching out and twining my fingers with his, stopping his indulgent touches before things heat up between us again and I lose my train of thought. 

He gives a quiet, “Hmmm,” in response and moves in closer. Then I’m gathered up in strong arms and my head is pillowed on a strong chest. I listen to the soft drumbeat beneath my ear and I relax into his embrace. 

“I didn’t really learn it from anywhere or anyone. I just had a feeling you might like it.” He replies thoughtfully, all traces of teasing gone now. 

“But how did you know I’d like it when you called me a—” I break off, unable to repeat the phrase for some reason. 

Which is silly. Because there’s actually nothing outwardly crude or sexual about it. But the way Peeta had said it, and the way I had responded to it, was intensely erotic. 

“A good girl?” Peeta offers, finishing my thought for me and I inhale sharply. My heart skips a beat and I feel myself involuntarily clench around nothing. I feel a blush creep up my neck.

Peeta’s arms tighten around me as if he knows how much his words affect me and when he speaks next it sounds deep and rumbly. 

“Because you are, Katniss. You’re such a good girl.” His voice takes me back to a few minutes ago when we were joined and Peeta was moving in me with that perfect rhythm and his words vaulted me over the precipice and hurtled me to perfect ecstasy. I had loved it, and despite just having my hunger for him sated, I greedily, selfishly, wanted more. 

“Peeta,” I plead, not fully knowing what to ask for. I have no idea if I want him to continue in this vein or stop. 

“You’re so good, and so sweet, lying here naked in our bed, writhing and biting your lip to keep from asking for more, after I’ve already filled you to the brim.” His voice takes on a decidedly dirty edge and I know I’m already lost. There’s no way I can hold out when he gets like this. 

I let out a strangled little moan and in the next second, he has us flipped, with him on top of me, hands holding my wrists above my head, as he spreads my knees with his own. He looks down between us, eyes dark and nostrils flaring. 

“Look at you, still dripping with me but you want more, don’t you? Do you want me to fuck you again, sweetheart? Does my good girl need me to make her come again?” His warm breath ghosts first over my lips, then my throat, and collarbone, and the words are uttered against my skin like a secret before his lips close over a nipple and I cry out as he sucks. 

“Yes! Peeta…please,” I beg and he lets go of my breast with a wet pop before releasing my wrists and slowly sliding down my body. 

“Keep your hands up. You’re not allowed to touch until I tell you.” He commands and it sends a dark thrill through me. If people knew how much I liked this side of Peeta they might be surprised. I know a lot of people think of me as the dominant one in our relationship, but that’s because they don’t see us behind closed doors. When it's just us, all of the trappings fall away. And I’m free to admit that I need Peeta in this way. For me, it's not so much about submission as it is about freeing me from the burden of having to be in control all the time. That and I trust Peeta unlike anyone else. I know he will never abuse my trust or hurt me purposely. 

We are so past that. And here in the privacy of our bedroom, the only thing that exists is me and him. 

 I nod frantically at him, eager all over for him, again. I don’t think I ever won’t be. It's been years since we became intimate like this, and I still get the same rush when I think about sleeping with him. He lets out a little growl and nips at my skin when I unconsciously start rocking my hips against him. 

“Patience, sweetheart. All good girls know how to wait.” He tells me and our eyes lock. I’m practically panting for want of him, but I hold myself still.  We both know what the other is thinking, what is needed. 

There’s a magic in the way we fit together like this. Sure of ourselves and each other, neither of us questioning our love anymore. There’s only the heat of reassurance and desire that passes between us and curls in the air around us as we begin again. 

His mouth moves over my hipbone, hot, wet, and fervent. His strong arms pin my legs apart, my knees kiss the mattress as he lowers his face down to peer at my center.

“So swollen and messy,” He says, a finger dipping in to play with the puddle of fluids seeping out of me. “So beautiful. You should always be like this. Full of my come. Begging for more.” He says with a sigh before swirling his fingers, gathering it, and then pushing it back in. 

I whimper loudly, loving the feeling of him filling me up, even if it's just his fingers. I love his hands. I love his touch. I love him. Plain and simple. 

“I love you,” I say out loud because I try to make a point of saying it whenever I can now. So that he always knows. So that he never has to question it again. 

He peers up at me from between my obscenely spread legs. His pupils are so dilated, I can hardly see the thin sliver of blue iris. 

“Love you too, sweetheart. I’m going to eat your pussy so good, you won’t be able to form a full sentence for hours.” He promises, pecking my clit with a soft, short kiss that sends electricity racing through me. 

Then he starts to lick, softly, around my sensitive flesh, and down to where his fingers are pumping into me. 

“Mmm, you still taste delicious, even mixed with my come.” He states between licks and all I can do is groan in reply. 

I can feel his self-satisfied smile again on the skin of my inner thigh. 

“What was that? I didn’t quite understand you, darling.” He teases before diving back in and flicking my clit with his tongue, not even giving my muddled brain a chance to try and form a response. 

‘PEETA!” I scream as the orgasm washes over me, sharp and sweet, and sudden. 

He laps up my release, holding down my shaking thighs and murmuring sweet little praises that I can’t make out because my ears are ringing. 

Then I’m being flipped over again and he arranges me with strong, firm hands until I’m braced on my elbows, lower half lifted up and legs spread for his benefit as he situates himself behind me. 

“Fuck, this ass. I’ve always loved it.” He says, one large palm cupping and kneading my cheek possessively as his other hand tilts my hips up. 

He notches himself at my entrance but doesn’t sink in. Instead, he slides through my lower lips, coating himself carefully, even though I know he wants inside me. He’s fully hard again, and more than ready.

“Hands, sweetheart.” He says in a quiet, strained tone. 

I know what he needs, so I carefully shift my weight from my forearms and link my hands behind my back, letting my forehead sink into the bed, my nose and mouth angled in such a way that I’ll be able to breathe even if he pounds me into the mattress. 

“Good girl,” He whispers, and I whine pathetically, distressed at my own emptiness. I need him to fill me. 

“Shhh, baby.” He coos, and then with one well-placed thrust, he sheathes himself up to the hilt. 

My moan is swallowed up against the bedsheets, but Peeta’s grunt of pleasure rings out loud in the room and fills my ears, making me press back into him. 

“Still so tight, after I ate you out, fucked you, and ate you out again. Perfect little pussy, just for me. Feels, so fucking good.” I hear him say, as he plunges in, moves his hips in a circle, pulls back, and plunges back in again. 

I’m making noises, desperate little sounds that do nothing but spur him on to take me harder. It’s glorious. He feels amazing, even after all the pleasure he’s already given me. I know he’ll give me more. Because he’s so good. Because he’s my Peeta. 

“Sweet girl, taking me so well. Taking my cock and letting me fuck you however I want. You’re so good Katniss. You’re perfect, sweetheart. Perfect for me. I always knew you would be.” He says, breathless and strained, his hips knocking against my bottom with the force of his thrusts. 

“Yes!” I shout, and I can feel the way I tighten at his words, I can feel the way my body winds up and grows taught, waiting for release. 

“I always knew it would be like this. Incredible. You, sweet and desperate. Begging for me. You’re so cool on the outside, but inside you’re pure heat. All fire. All mine.” His voice is rough and his thrusts take on a punishing edge, the kind he knows really gets me fired up. 

I turn my mouth to the side, blowing stray hairs out of my face. 

“Yours, Peeta. All yours. Forever.” I promise him and he moans, his fingers gripping my hips tightly enough to bruise. 

His right hand loosens its grip and he brings it around my front to slide between my legs and rub small, firm circles around me. 

I let out a broken, choked noise. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come on my cock. Be a good girl and come for me. Come on my cock and I’ll fill you up—” 

His words, his beautiful, filthy words are what tip me over the edge. 

I clench around him and come, sobbing his name, and clutching the sheets. 

I hear him swearing behind me and feel his hips stuttering before he lets out a low groan and plunges as deep as he can. 

Warmth pools inside me, with the ghost of my flutterings and the last of his twitching pulses, and we collapse, exhausted and much sweatier than the first time. 

We can only rest a moment because Peeta is heavy on my back, and it's uncomfortable, but he rearranges us quickly enough until we can spread out comfortably. 

“How was that, sweetheart? Was there anything you didn’t like that time?” He asks, quiet and inquisitive now.

I shake my head. Brushing my lips across his bicep, back and forth, wanting to kiss every inch of his skin in happiness, but my body is so tired and sated that all I can manage is this. 

“I liked it all,” I reply as I move to get more comfortable. 

He moves his arm under my head so I can use it as a pillow. One of his hands brushes a strand of hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His brilliant blue eyes are searching mine for something more. 

“It was good,” I tell him with a simplistic finality that makes him smile, and sleepily close his eyes in contentment. 

“So good,” I repeat to myself as I close my eyes and drift off, warm, sleepy, and safe in the arms of my love. 

#Everlark #Everlark smut

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Repaint of a drawing from the old blog. I love thinking of Everlark at a Capitol party. Victors Gone Wild.

#uhmmmm #everlak

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“I Ask the Sea” by Seraphine Saintclair

#♡ #poetry #so beautiful

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Umbrella Boy

I think to myself, This is it. I think to myself that this must be what it is to actually be vulnerable. Not have someone strip you of your defenses, but willingly lay them down. An invitation instead of an attack.

Modern College AU

OOC Katniss

Smut and Fluff and Angst

1/1 Chapters Completed

Word Count: 56k

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#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #nightlocked-in #umbrella boy #thg #thg angst #thg fanfic recs #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg fanfiction recs #thg fluff #thg one shot #thg fanfic #but it’s a situationship and they BOTH fall in love

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If a scene feels flat and you can't figure it out, ask yourself:

• What can MC smell? Is there an ocean breeze, sweat, a cinnamon roll fresh out the oven?

• What can MC hear, besides the dialogue? Is a bird singing, river flowing, a car speeding, clock ticking?

• Can they taste something, even if they're not eating? Previously drunk alcohol or juice, aftertaste of a cigarette, smog, too instense perfume?

• Can they feel something on their skin? Rough clothes or delicate material, blowing wind, an allergy or a rash, grass that theyre laying on?

• What does the character see, besides other characters? Is the room dark or is sunlight coming in nicely? Are the colours vibrant or dull? Are there any plants?

• What's the weather? Is it snowing and the cold is making goosebumps appear on their arms? Is it hot and sweaty and clothes are clinging to their body?

• HOW DOES IT MAKE THEM FEEL? To any of the above.

Do they like the smell of cinnamon rolls or are they weirdos (I'm a weirdo, I don't fit in).

Does the clock ticking calm them down or annoy them?

Do they enjoy the aftertaste of a cig and like how dirty it makes them feel?

Are they sensitive to touch and how their clothing feels on their skin or are they indifferent?

Would they enjoy the scenery more if it was more sunny out, because they're afraid of the darkness?

Do they like it snowy or are they always cold and hate winter?

Come on, give them persoanlity, likes and dislikes, don't be scared to make them people and not only likeable characters.

#how to write #writerscommunity #creative writing #writing help #writing #writers on tumblr #writing advice