Posting this here because absoluetly no-one goes on my LJ so it should be safe until I can read it over. First part is finished, though, yay! Six more parts to go (seven, if I could the prolouge I have to write over oh who am I kidding I have to write the prolouge over.) Tumblr's been down for what, five hours, and look how productive I've been.
( Vesper can't cook. )

( the thing about the bond boys is that they're all orphans. )

katniss is buried under tons of dirt, sinking towards a concrete hell where they slap guns into children's hands and give you uniform chaos with a single order, and they give her wings and punish her when she doesn't fly but she is trapped so far under the earth that she doesn't know how she'll ever be free.

peeta is trapped miles in the sky, ( Read more... )

( of springs and winters; (how did peeta convince katniss to have children?) )

( Peeta shivers in the cold )

two personal post to this journal in one day this is weird

anyway check list of things to do behind the cut
( this would be the cut )

there should be a draft saved somewhere but apperently not ( Read more... )

( Bel stares at the ceiling. )

To be honest, I probably shouldn't have watched The Hour after Skyfall because the amount of inspiration both have given me have actually made me conflicted in the strangest ways. I've taken to just keeping TextEdit open while watching The Hour so I can write a little bit about Freddie Lyon, and I wrote a Hector-perspective OT3 drabble on tumblr ( Read more... )

( [what if we could?] It's snowing. )