A stumbling block to the pessimist is a stepping stone to the optimist. - Eleanor Roosevelt.Just trying to be a happier and healthier person.Attempting to learn French. Everlark enthusiast.
“I’m wearing a 40s Poodle Chubby jacket, 40s pants, 40s bug brooch (bigger the better), and cigarette wrapper folk art prison purse probably from the 70s. My style is inspired by the role of women in the 30s/40s – be it Hollywood glamour, workwear, propaganda in fashion, or DIY vibes. I love and appreciate all eras (contemporary as well) but somehow always incorporate that inspo into a sort of 40s bent. I also get inspiration from anything I see around me – whether a color combination in graffiti or a child’s sticker.”
if you get a chance, how about a drabble on katniss + peeta, joint wingman-ing for gale...?
“Dammit Gale, can you just make an attempt to not look so irritated?” Peeta asks him, shaking his head. “You’re trying to pick up a girl, not scare her off.”
“Yeah, because right now you look like a budding serial killer,” Katniss says helpfully, exchanging an amused smile with Peeta over the rim of her beer.
“You two are a pair of assholes,” Gale grumbles, running a hand through his dark hair. He straightens his collar for the hundredth time and looks around the crowded bar.
“I’ve never seen you this worked up over…anything, really.” Peeta looks at him in surprise, his blue eyes wide. “It’ll be okay, man.”
“Suck it up, buttercup,” Katniss deadpans. She tilts back on her wobbly bar stool and leans into her boyfriend, who moves to stand behind her protectively. “Don’t baby him, Peeta. Madge thinks she’s about to meet a man, not a little girl.” Gale shoots her a wounded glare. “I can’t believe I ever wanted to date you.”
“Me neither,” she shrugs, throwing an almond from the bar snack tray in the air before deftly catching it in her mouth. “My girl,” Peeta smiles down at her and tugs her braid playfully. Gale watches as Katniss wrinkles her nose before accepting the kiss that Peeta tenderly places on her lips. “I want that,” he says suddenly.“Want what?” Peeta asks, distracted by Katniss’ hair. “You know. The disgusting eye sex, the non-verbal communication bullshit,” he waves a hand in their direction. “I want shared custody of a dog and a white picket fence. I want those things.” “Sounds good to me,” Madge says, appearing at Gale’s elbow. “But can you buy me a drink first? It’s only polite.”
You should write a ficlet about Peeta and his valentine stash 🤓❤️😍
“Here comes your adoring slave,” Johanna said. She tapped her smirking lips with the eraser-end of her pencil, and Katniss had to bite her tongue when she saw that Miss Sarcasm had one that was patterned with hearts and flowers.
Instead, she diverted her attention toward the blonde man limping his way toward her cubicle with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a sheepish look on his handsome face.