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I think it’s kind of funny how coin (who obviously wanted peeta rescued from the arena instead of katniss) doesn’t see what an absolute nightmare he would be for her to deal with if she left katniss in that arena

Like she thinks katniss was hard to deal with/manipulate/control after she left peeta behind? Peeta would’ve had her whole district eating out to the palm of his hand before she even realized who she was dealing with. She thought katniss was too single minded/stubborn about her focus on saving peeta over the revolution itself? He would have been her absolute nightmare (and I adore him for it)

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I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

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Toshi Yoshida, Aspen

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snoopy of the day

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Fun read!

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Exmoor Snow by Sarah Brooks

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snoopy of the day

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Post Mockingjay

Lost and Found

The air was thick and heavy with the scent of freshly turned earth and wildflowers. The day had been quiet, subdued, the kind of day where people avoided stirring old ghosts. Katniss had woken up to an empty bed, thinking Peeta rose early to bake. But as the morning stretched into afternoon, and there was no sign of him, a familiar, icy dread settled in her chest.

He hadn’t been in the bakery. Not at the meadow. Not even near the ruins of Victor’s Village.

By the time the sun began its descent, Katniss was frantic. Best case scenario, he was curled up somewhere alone in the woods, his memories twisting reality into something cruel and unforgiving.

Her boots crunched over the uneven forest floor as she ventured deeper into the woods, bow slung over her shoulder. The trees stretched high above her, their shadows growing longer and darker as the day faded. She called his name, over and over, her voice cracking against the stillness.

“Peeta!” she shouted again, pausing to listen. Nothing but the rustling of leaves and the distant chirp of a bird.

As the sky bled into twilight, she finally spotted him.

He was sitting in a small clearing, his back against the base of an ancient oak tree. His knees were drawn to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. His blonde hair was a mess, dirt smudged across his cheeks. He looked so small, so unlike the Peeta she knew.

“Peeta,” she said softly, stepping into the clearing.

His head snapped up, and for a moment, his blue eyes were wild, unrecognizable. Fear, pain, and confusion all swirled in them. Then recognition broke through, and his expression crumpled.

“Katniss,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

She rushed to his side, dropping to her knees in front of him. “What happened? I’ve been looking for you all day.”

He shook his head, his hands fisting in his hair. “I—I couldn’t stay. I felt like I was suffocating. The memories, the voices… I couldn’t tell what was real. I thought if I left, if I got away, it would stop, but…” His voice cracked, and tears spilled down his cheeks. “It didn’t.”

Katniss’s heart ached as she watched him unravel. She placed a hand on his knee, grounding him. “Peeta, you’re here now. You’re safe. I’m real. I’m right here.”

She looked around, “there’s a tree behind you, can you feel it against your back? It’s a little breezy, the skys orange, it’s your favourite color. The birds are all chirping, they’re settling in for the night, do you hear them?”

He nodded. So she continued listing things around them, hoping he’ll find his ground. But a few minutes later he was still sobbing. his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his arms. “I hate this. I hate that it still controls me. I just wanted it to stop for one day. Just one day.”

Katniss sat beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling frame. She didn’t speak right away, understanding that words wouldn’t fix this. Instead, she held him, letting him cry, letting him pour out the pain.

When his sobs began to subside, she leaned her head against his shoulder. “It’s okay to have bad days. But you don’t have to go through them alone.”

He sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. “Sometimes it feels like I’m dragging you down with me.”

“You’re not,” she said firmly. She tilted her head to meet his gaze, her gray eyes fierce.

They sat there for a while, the world around them fading into the background. The stars began to peek through the canopy above, their light gentle and steady.

“We should go home,” Katniss said eventually, though her voice was reluctant.

Peeta nodded, but his hand reached for hers, gripping it tightly. “Just… stay close. Please.”

“Always,” she promised.

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Thanks for the tag @lovely-tothe-bone Lol, yes I did read that one a very long time ago. @lemonluvgirl I’m not familiar with ‘Supernatural’ but I enjoyed it as well, and everything else by Kismet. Unfortunately a couple of good ones are unfinished and/or have been removed. Makes me want to re-read what’s there, though. Thanks for the reminder!

Has anyone ever read this fic: Too Precious for this World? I usually am not into crossovers but I seriously enjoyed this one. 

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Melting Candles Cakes

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FRENCH TOAST STICKS RECIPE

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