i really hope i’m not too tired after work tonight to write on my bethyl fic

Beth Greene In Every Episode: 3x16 ‘Welcome to the Tombs’

"If I don’t have anything to do all day I might not even put my pants on."

Unforgiving

whowillfindme:

Mehehehe

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#YES 

"Obviously an Oscar is not something that can ever hurt your career. In fact, it only does wonderful things for it. The only thing that’s really changed is my personal life, being able to go out and stuff like that. It’s a bit more complicated. But besides that, nothing’s changed."

fourfinick:

Peeta is no longer the boy who bravely faced the 74th Hunger Games, but a true Capitol hero.

rubydaly:

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

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#hp 

Chapter six of Glory and Gore is now posted!

 I take a deep breath, and as I exhale I’m ready to release the arrow when I hear something behind me; hissing, and groaning. It’s too close, not coming from any of the Hollows engaging Johanna. I’m about to glance over my shoulder at the sound when something slams into the vehicle.

The car lurches to the side, my balance is lost immediately, and I surge forward. There is a moment as the ground rushes up to meet my face that I realize the imminent danger I’m suddenly in, but before anything further can register in my mind I hear the crack of my head as I slam into the dirt and my world goes momentarily black. Precious seconds later, my eyes fly open.

“Johanna,” I try to call out, but my voice is hardly above a raspy whisper. Dirt fills my nostrils and mouth, and I choke as I try desperately to regain the air that was forced from my lungs. I taste blood, sharp and metallic, as it pours from my nose and mouth. My head is spinning and I can’t get a sense of direction, can’t even figure out in which direction the vehicle is. I push my head off the ground groggily and my world tilts as pain reverberates through my temples. I groan in agony and try to pull myself to my feet, but the fall has dizzied me and I can’t see straight. My very vision seems to be echoing, and everything is doubled and hazy. I call for Johanna and Foxface again, but even I can’t hear my voice.

AO3 | FF

eluting:

an ideal date would be eating takeout dinner in our pjs while watching Netflix and you play with my hair

#ew