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I saw someone say that by dying in the bombing that Prim died the way she was always meant to if Katniss hadn't intervened. Surrounded by innocent children. I haven't been the same since.

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question: how does it feel to watch people you care about be mistreated? how would you describe that feeling?

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Jealousy

Pairing: Hevy x Reader Word Count: 1206 Warnings: Fluff Songs: None Prompt: "Wait a minute...are you jealous?" A/N: So, once again, I'm writing for a clone who only shows up in like 3 episodes. Hevy and Cutup are both members of the 212. Fives, Echo, and Droidbait are all 501st.

Divider by saradika

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?” You roll your eyes when you hear Hevy whine, and promptly ignore him to finish curling your hair.

“This is important to my mother, Hevy. So yes, I’m sure I want to do this.” You reply after a moment, turning your head slightly to examine your curls, before setting the curling iron on the counter.

“Your mother hates me.”

“She…it isn’t personal, Hevy. She hates everyone.” You say with a sigh, turning on your stool to look at him, “You don’t have to come, Hevy.”

“Yeah, I do.” He replies.

“If you’re not comfortable around my mother, or my family-”

“Babe.” He stands and walks over to you, placing his hands lightly on your shoulders, “The last time you spent any time with your family, they made you cry. I’m not letting you face that alone.”

You look up at him, a small smile crossing your face, “My hero~”

“Yeah, yeah.” He ducks down slightly and kisses your forehead, “You ready?”

“Um…I’m not sure.” You lightly push him away and stand, walking over to the mirror hanging on your closet door. You turn left and right, looking at your outfit, your hair, your shoes, your make-up. “Maybe I should change?”

Hevy sits on the stool you abandoned, “Babe. You look amazing. The color suits you.”

“You’re just saying that because it’s your color.” You reply, without looking at him, “Maybe it’s too bright? I should change into a more muted color-”

“Hey. Hey, no.” He stands and quickly intercepts you before you pull open the closet, “You shouldn’t have to dim yourself to make your family happy. You look amazing.”

You sigh, and lean your forehead against his chest, “Just…want them to be happy to see me for once.” You admit.

You feel his fingers twitch against your back, and you glance up at his face. He’s glaring at the wall, “If they find you lacking,” He says through gritted teeth, “Then that speaks more about them and their personality than about you and yours.”

You smile at him, “That’s sweet, Hevy.”

“Yeah, well. I have a little experience with family expecting the worst of you.” Hevy replies blandly, “You never saw how some of the others treated us Dominos before we were pulled into the 501st and 212th.”

“And now look at you, an ARC Trooper who works directly under Commander Cody.” You say with a warm, and very proud, smile. 

He grins, “My point, darling,” Hevy says as he lightly strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers, “Is that I get it.”

“I know.” You hook your arms around his waist and smile up at him adoringly, “You really think I look good?”

“I think you look amazing. Where did you even find a dress in 212th gold?” Hevy asks.

“I special ordered it.” You reply cheerfully, “This will probably be the only time I wear it, honestly.”

Hevy’s heavy gaze scans your body, “I’m sure I can come up with a reason for you to wear it somewhere else.” He replies, and then he lightly tugs you out of the bedroom, “But, we’re already going to be fashionably late, babe.”

You allow him to guide you out of the apartment, making sure to grab your purse and jacket on your way out of your home, “Don’t forget your jacket, love.”

“Yeah, I have it.” Hevy replies as he pulls his own nice jacket on, and then guides you out of the building and towards the taxi.

Half an hour later, the taxi pulls up in front of the Coruscant Convention Center, and Hevy rolls his eyes as he opens the door for the pair of you. “Your mother really rented the whole convention center for this?”

“Well. Mother has always had more money than sense.” You reply as you allow Hevy to help you out of the vehicle. “I’m sure she invited a lot more people than she said she did.”

“Of course she did.” Hevy says under his breath, “What do you think she’s playing at?”

“With my mother? Who knows.” You take his hand and you smile brightly at him as he takes your hand and presses his lips against your knuckles.

“You know, we could always make a break for it,” He murmurs against the skin of your knuckles.

You laugh, “We’re already here, Hevy.”

“Tragically. You should know, I told Cutup to call in 30 minutes and fake an emergency-” Hevy admits.

You laugh again, and tug him towards the building. “Well, we can surely handle 30 minutes until Cutup comes to our rescue.”

You push the doors to the convention center open, and step into the open foyer, which had been tastefully decorated in golds and silvers. And then your mother was there, dressed in her finest silver gown, “Darling, you made it!” Your mother flashes the same fake smile that she’s always shown you, “And…you brought your clone.”

“My boyfriend?” You correct with just a hint of sarcasm, “He does have a name, you know.”

“So you keep saying.” The older woman replies, distastefully, “Nevermind that. There’s someone here I want you to meet.”

“What, are you getting married again?” You ask as you lean against Hevy.

“Oh, not me. I found you a fiance.” Your mother says brightly.

Hevy stiffens behind you, and his grip on your hip tightens. You glance up at him in concern, and see that his expression has become totally blank.

“Well. That’s nice.” You say slowly, “But I think we’re just going to leave.” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m an adult, you don’t get to make those kinds of decisions for me. Not since I was an actual child.” You reply flatly, “Come on, Hevy.”

“If you walk out those doors, you’ll find yourself cut off.” Your mother threatens.

“I haven’t used your money since I was 16, mother.” You counter, “Come on, Hevy.” You tug on his arm, pulling him out of the convention center, and down to the street. 

Hevy stares at you, and you stare right back at him, “You didn’t even hesitate.” He says slowly.

“Of course not. I chose you, you goof.” You smile at him and reach up to touch his cheek, “I love you.”

Something thaws in his eyes, “Thought you would have at least met him-”

“Wait a minute…are you jealous?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Well. Maybe a little,” He lightly grips your hips, “It’s not like I’m ever going to be able to provide you enough money to rent out a convention center.” Hevy jokes weakly.

“Hm. You know, I grew up in a family that could do things like rent out convention centers, and I was never happy.” You reply as you lean against him and rest your hands on his chest, “You, Hevy, make me happy. I never feel lonely when I’m around you. And that is so much more important to me.”

He smiles at you, and ducks his head to kiss you. “Love you, mesh’la.” Hevy murmurs.

“Love you too.” You reply, sliding your hands up his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You wanna go get some food, and then go home, babe?”

“Absolutely.”

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careers in science & academia are so Cassandra-coded. you possess a Great and Burdensome Knowledge (at heavy cost*), which is both its own reward and its own punishment. and no one fucking listens to you

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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

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omg I love Neyo so much!!!! thank you!!!

hi vod'ika!! is there any chance I could request a Neyo one shot? maybe something fluffy where he's aggressively making sure the reader takes care of themselves? thank you!!!!

Baby, It's Hot Outside

Summary: In the middle of the worst heat wave in Coruscant history, your loving boyfriend aggressively makes sure you take care of yourself.

Pairing: Commander Neyo x F!Reader

Word Count: 956

Warnings: None, reader is described as wearing a bikini

A/N: This story is brought to you by the fact that it's really fucking hot outside. I hope you like it~

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It’s hot.

The kind of hot that makes you want to lay in front of the freezer with the door open, or to sit in an ice bath just for some relief from the heat.

The air conditioner is doing what it can, but it’s so hot that it can barely keep up.

More importantly, because of all of the people using so much power all of the time, due to the sheer amount of heat, city officials announced earlier that they’re implementing rolling blackouts. Which means, for 8 hours a day, you’re not going to have any power at all.

The notice you got said that the rolling blackouts should only happen at night.

Which is super. Save for the fact that it’s just as hot at night as it is during the day. The only difference, of course, being that the sun isn’t beating down on your poor apartment at night.

You grimace as you realize that you’re sticking to the material of your couch, and seriously contemplate just biting the bullet, so to speak, and spending credits to go to the indoor beach just down the road.

You’re already lounging in your bikini, after all. It’s just that hot.

Instead, though, you decide to try laying on the floor. Maybe it’ll be a little cooler there.

It won’t be, but you can hope.

You don’t even lift your head when you hear the sound of your front door opening. There’s only so many people who know the code to enter the apartment building in the first place, and even fewer who know that code and the code needed to enter your apartment.

A familiar voice reaches your ears as you hear Neyo cursing up a storm in the front hallway.

That causes you to lift your head to peek at your boyfriend.

Your normally unflappable boyfriend is dropping his armor on the floor like it personally offended him, and his normally perfectly controlled curls are wild around his head. Plus, the dark material of his blacks are soaked in sweat, you can tell from where you’re laying.

“You good, Neyo?” You ask from where you’re half sitting up on the floor.

“I’ll live,” He replies, his voice exhausted. And then he turns to look at you, and his brows creep up his forehead, “Are you planning on going swimming?”

You laugh and fall back to the floor, “No. Yes. Maybe.”

“Well, it does have to be one of those options.” You hear Neyo walking over to you, and you turn your head in time to see him strip off the top of his blacks. A happy hum slips from you and you roll onto your stomach, kicking your legs up behind you, so you can admire him.

“See something you like, Princess?”

“Mm-hmm,” You rest your chin on the palms of your hands as you entertain yourself by tracing his tattoos with your eyes. You’d get up and touch him, but honestly, it’s too hot for that. “How was your morning?”

He glances at you, and huffs out a quiet laugh, “Miserable. We spent all morning working outside until some of the shinies collapsed from the heat. They’re going to be fine, but they’re in medical right now.”

You frown at the thought, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Or I will be once I shower and cool down a little.” His dark gaze flickers to your face, “Have you been hydrating?”

“Meh.”

“Don’t you ‘meh’ me. It’s karking hot, cyare. You need to hydrate.”

“I had some lemonade a bit ago.”

“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.” Neyo scolds. You watch him vanish into the kitchen for a moment, and then he returns with a half frozen water bottle, which he sets on the floor in front of you, “Drink.”

“Bossy.”

“Yes, I am. And you love it. Drink the water.”

You huff but properly sit up so you can safely drink some of the water. Annoyingly, the ice water makes you feel slightly less like you’re about to keel over and die.

“Feel better?”

You pout at him, “No.” You lie, badly.

“That’s what I thought.” He lightly trails his fingers over the top of your head, “Wanna take a shower with me?” Neyo asks as he crouches so he’s closer to eye level with you.

“Won’t that make us both hotter?”

“Well, I was planning on taking a cooler shower than normal, to help keep the temperature down.” Neyo lazily drags his calloused fingers down the back of your head and then to your jaw, “But now I’m thinking that maybe a cool bath would be better.”

“That does sound nice.”

“Doesn’t it? We can both cool down, and I get to hold you. Best of both worlds.”

You toss him a small grin, “And so the truth comes out.”

“Hey, I’ve never denied that I like holding you, cyare.” He shrugs, completely unashamed, and you laugh.

“I’m not against it, but you should grab some candles.”

He shoots you a weird look, “Cyare, it’s so hot outside I’m pretty sure that the street signs were crying.”

“Yeah, but the blackouts are going to start soon, and there’s no other light sources in the bathroom. So, candles.”

Neyo sighs, “Right. Those.” He leans in and steals a kiss, “As you wish, cyar’ika. Go run the bath for us while I try to find the candles.”

“Sure! After one more kiss~”

“Spoiled.” He chides, but even so, he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips, as if he wants to savor the kiss. And you melt into him. The heat isn’t so bad, after all. Not when you have Neyo here to enjoy it with you.

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“like the geese, we really did mate for life.”

an interesting thing about the sotr epilogue is that, despite its placement in the early years post-war, where haymitch would be in his mid-40s, it feels like it’s set at the end of his life. his tone is reflective. he speaks often in past tense. he talks about lenore dove coming to him, and he uses her language, saying that he’s not sure he’ll be in the “old therebefore” much longer. how his liver’s destroyed and he’s not sobering up, even if he’s not drinking for the same reasons.

but this is the same book where we saw one poor little girl transformed into another. the same series where skin grafts grow easily in a lab. where “genetic manipulation” class is part of the core curriculum before university. where mutts with practically supernatural abilities are designed at will. where the capitol populace has a notable substance abuse problem. in my mind, there’s no way transplanting a liver, a regenerating organ, particularly in a district whose new industry is medicine, isn’t possible.

so, to me, haymitch isn’t near the end of his life unless he chooses not to pursue a future. which he very well could. as he says, “when my time comes, it comes, but i’ve no idea when that will be.” but i think there’s a lot of evidence that he would choose to stick around. or at least, to try. namely, his lenore dove telling him he can’t go to her yet. because he needs to look after his family. and geese, for one thing, have an average life span of 10, 15, 20 years.

whether haymitch is or is not at the end of his life, i think it’s clear that he has not and does not intend to marry or have children beyond katniss and peeta. but i think the wording of the line which best establishes that is notable. “lenore dove likes it best [in the meadow], and I’m content where she’s content. like the geese, we really did mate for life.”

when he reflects on the life he’s already lived, he uses past tense. when he talks about his life now, on his reasons for sticking around with katniss and peeta, haymitch uses present tense. lenore dove exists in both places. throughout the epilogue, she exists in the present. she grows older with him. so i think it’s interesting that haymitch uses past tense tense for this one line. “we really did mate for life.”

that’s not to say that haymitch ever “moves on,” because that’s a false characterization of people who lose their loves in the first place. however, i think this line is past tense because it makes this question, like the rest of haymitch’s life, ambiguous. it also opens up discussion on what “mating for life” means. it’s a statement which implies exclusivity, but i don’t think necessitates it. because it’s not true that geese mate for life. they mate until one dies, after which the surviving goose mourns and then finds a new partner.

there’s room for a version of haymitch, who lives many years past the epilogue, who finds romantic attachment again.

if he does, he would not be replacing lenore dove. he would not be disgracing their romance or defiling their love. and 16 year old haymitch, believing he’s about to die, caught in the throes of the exploding tank and grief over ampert’s death, knew it, too. he was “furious” with himself that he didn’t tell lenore dove to “move on” from his death, because he was terrified of her living out her life haunted by his death. even while he desperately clung to her as he faced his imminent end, he was hoping she’d go on without him.

to love someone like all-fire is to love them enough to let them be free to go on after death. and that’s how haymitch loves lenore dove. and that’s how lenore dove loves him, too, because she is his goose. except haymitch has never been free to go on. the life haymitch was terrified for lenore dove to live is exactly the life he does live. from the end of the book, we know that he is doomed to repeat the 16th year of his life over and over again for 25 years. there’s no reprieve until katniss and peeta come into the picture.

yet, the epilogue’s tone is entirely different. it’s melancholy, but hopeful. he is no longer the 16 year old boy living in a repeating cycle of his own tragedy. when he next revisits it, it’s on his own terms. from that point on haymitch is finally allowed to grow up. to live a life in the “after.” to truly enter his mourning period. for someone new to join him in this new life would not mean he leaves behind lenore dove, or that she’s no longer his mate. because we know lenore dove stays with him, and will continue to stay with him, always.

and it’s likely that anyone with whom he finds comfort in his remaining years would carry someone with them, too. there’s no shortage of people who lost their loves in panem, whether from the war or before. there’s no shortage of people who would understand that his love likes it in the meadow. because maybe theirs tells stories around the fireplace in a creaky house in the seam. or fashions snares in the woods around district 12.

maybe 5, 10, 15 years in the future, when his geese are all grown up and two new goslings hatch, he’ll be an example of a different kind of love. of how new love is not a dilution of the love that was lost. of how lost love never dies, even as life goes on. of how love is not finite.

regardless of whether haymitch finds something resembling romantic love again, i am at least comforted by the thought that his end is much more peaceful than we dreamed it could be. because he has a family again. and because lenore dove is with him, too. and, no matter how long it takes for him to leave the old therebefore, she’s waiting for him in the next world.

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besties

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district 12

note STOP telling me you dont think katniss is tall idgaf . ooh i would switch madge and katnisses height IDC! these are my designs for them and short peeta tall katniss is real TO ME just say u hate tall women 😒

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happy birthday katniss. main character of all time

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something i love about the “if it weren’t for the baby” moment is just how bad peeta feels about it.

because despite the ease at which he lies on the screen, he can’t look into katniss’s eyes. and he comes from the stage with tears falling down his face.

because having children in panem is terrifying nightmare. because while you can have the precious love for your child, the people you love can be taken from you at any time. from the child murder game. or from the horrors at home.

and this is a terror that katniss knows well. so well that she tries so hard to distance herself from love in the first place. and why it is so scary when she ultimately fails.

but this is also a terror that peeta is intimate with. a third child, unwanted by those closest to him. abused for the smallest mistakes. forced to camouflage his true self for preservation.

of course this unwanted, hurt child was terrified of having children.

and yet, just like katniss, it was the logical conclusion for his love. he caring, selfless love.

leaving both of them dreaming about a world without the games. where their children could be safe.

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Haymitch staying alive long enough to meet both toastbabies because, if what Lenore Dove says is true, and you can go someplace else after you die, he needs to make sure he can tell Burdock all about his grandkids.

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Peeta: Oh and if you speak disrespectfully about my wife again, I will kill you.

Everyone laughs.

Peeta: My bad, it sounded like I was joking. I will actually kill you.

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Here's the daddy accompaniment to this piece! Lord help him this is their 637th story

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Katniss most definitely has the eyes of a tortured victorian child. Like, I just KNOW my girl has big wide eyes made for staring

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~ I Got Them Quarter Quell Blues ~

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pregnant everlark flipping through the family plant book for baby name ideas