Katniss Everdeen
{Aquatic plant that grows around District 12. It grows tall, with leaves like arrowheads and blossoms with three white petals.}
Current M!A: none.
ok so if you want me i will be on my actual blog
ok you’re all great bye
// I haven’t been on this account in ages because it’s boring and no one talks to me.
If you snuck in my room I would:
- [] Go back to sleep
- [] Kick you out
- [] Cuddle with you
- [] Be like wtf?
- [] Let you sleepover
- [] Beat your ass
- [] Sexy time
If you kissed me I would:
- [] Kiss you back
- [] Smile & laugh
- [] Be shocked
- [] Slap you
You are:
- [] Cute
- [] Adorable
- [] Pretty
- [] Beautiful
- [] Okay
- [] Sexy
- [] Hotass Motherfucker
- [] Ew
I Would:
- [] Smash
- [] Pass
Cold. Wet. Boring. Full of old people. And Tea. Fucking tea. Apparently tea is the solution to everything. “AH MY LEGS FALLING OFF SOMEONE HELP I NEED AN AMBULANCE” “Don’t be silly, there’s nothing a doctor can do a cup of tea can’t. Sit down, and I’ll put the kettle on.” Wooly jumpers. Waterproof macs. Wellington boots. We had a months worth of rain last night. A MONTHS WORTH. and it’s supposed to be a summer. If it ever gets to about 25°C the whole of the country strips down to shorts and vests or if they’re a male, walk around topless, and sit in a deckchair in the back yard sunbathing. Not pleasant a pleasant sight really, hanging out the washing and being greeted by Mr. Next-doors belly, especially when he’s almost 60.
But if you put that aside, it’s actually quite nice sometimes. it’s quite quirky and quaint and sweet really. Although sarcasm was born in England, most people are friendly and nice. People help other people. You can smile at an old lady in the street and she doesn’t hit you with her bag, she just smiles back. The royal family are adorable. They don’t really do much other than get photographed by paparazzi, but it’s nice to have them. I’ve noticed British people look at things differently to the rest of the world. My favourite is Ireland. It’s beautiful, and really green. Green everywhere. And the accent is beautiful. Wales is lovely too, it’s like permanently being in an episode of Gavin and Stacey. I’ve never been to Scotland, but we drove past the border once when I was going to one of those adventure places where you do rock climbing and canoeing and zip-wire and survival skills.
Everyone in England knows who Harry Potter is, whether they’re four or fifty, everyone knows. Everyone watches Doctor Who, or has watched it at some point. Most kids in my class got freaked out by the WW2 episode when I was about 9, with the little boy that said ‘are you my mummy’ but at some point in their life everyone’s watched it. It’s the law that on friday you have to eat Fish and Chips. We like panto’s, and everyone in England has been to at least one. I’ve gone every year since I was born, and this year I can audition to be in it because I’m old enough now. All in all it’s a relatively nice place. Though I think I want to move to America or Australia when I’m older.
Anonymous asked:Oneself would say one uses the etiquette and language of ones Queen from time to time, but mostly, one prefers to talk like a complete retard and cause peasants to wonder whether one is mentally ill or just a ten year old trapped inside ones sixteen year old body.
Anonymous asked:Ah, Bonjour
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
NON, RIEN DE RIEN, NON JE NE REGRETTE RIEN. NI LE BIEN QU’ON M’A FAIT. EXCEPT MAYBE JUST ONE THING. IF I HAD GONE TO SPECSAVERS I COULD HAVE GOT TWO REALLY NICE PAIRS OF GLASSES FOR THE PRICE OF ONE.YES. I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO SPECSAVERS.
// I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know I should have done this ages ago, I have so many exams right now, but I’ll start now, and reply to you when I get time :).
The train doors opened, letting out awhoooshas they did so, and Katniss stepped out of the train onto the soft, gravelled pathways of District Four. Ever since she was a child she had imagined coming here, but she had never thought she actually would. Now she was here, but for all the wrong reasons. A few months prior to her visit, Katniss had be given a crown to congratulate her for killing twenty-three other children. Children who had had lives, and homes, and families, and futures, and ambitions. With one flick of an arrow, one stab of a knife, they were gone, lost, missing and they would never return. Now, a few short months after, she was expected to tour round the whole of Panem, with a smile on her face, and a spring in her step, to be presented to the rest of the districts as their champion. Anger welled up inside her. This was wrong. All of it. Everything about the dystopian little world she just about survived in was corrupt and evil.
Bright shining faces of small children clouded her vision as she picked up her cases and started to weave her way through, accompanied by bodyguards, to the house she had been allocated to share with a previous victor from District Four. Tanned skin, and bouncing blonde hair bounced about on happy heads. They were young, free and innocent for now, and they didn’t know what would one day be expected of them. They were careers, and they had been born and bred as machines. The thought repulsed her.
Katniss rapped twice at the knocker on the small ochre door. The house was large, and beautiful, but it suited it’s surroundings and gave off a seaside vibe. She waited patiently before she was greeted by a young girl, possibly in her twenties, who’s face was cocooned by a mas of red ringlets. She looked different to the other people from Four and she was beautiful, without being too in-your-face like Glimmer. “You must be Faune.” Katniss smiled warmly, and held out her hand. “I’m Katniss.”
((Its fine love :D))Faune was originally from ten but was being let into four for some odd reason, she didnt understand why Snow was suddenly being kind to her after all the agony he had been sure to make her suffer. The people were nice in four, but she hated that they were a career district… It made her sick often when she thought too much on the subject.
As she heard the light knocking she got up and opened the door to see the one of the victors that had defied the people that had destroyed her life. Smiling gently she shook her hand “Its a pleasure to finally meet you Katniss” Faune had been given a temporary house at the Victors Villiage in four and it was beautiful, better than anything they had in the smelly district of ten. Opening the door properally she let the young but pretty girl inside and shut the door behind her quietly and locked the door. Faune had just had her baby, Tommy, and the infant was sleeping upstairs with the door open and the windows locked. She had had Tommy by accident, from being forced into the Capitol sex buisness, at first she hadnt wanted the baby but now she would do anything to keep him safe.
Faune smiled gently and went from experience ”Would you like something to drink or eat?”
// Hehehe I still laugh at ‘69’ every time. I’m so childish.//
Katniss smiled shaking the lady’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” She smiled warmly and stepped inside. The interior was even more beautiful than the exterior of the house. “You have a lovely home!” Katniss commented as she put her case down in the hall way. Katniss’ stomach rumbled in response to Faune’s question and she laughed, “I guess I would.” she replied as she followed Faune out to the kitchen, running her fingers along the polished mahogany table and admiring some of the statues as she did so. She picked up one of them but then felt something like a snapping sound, so she put it back down quickly before she could be blamed and hurried to the kitchen.
The kitchen was warm, and homely. It reminded Katniss of the times she would come home from hunting with Gale to the wonderful smell of Lamb Stew. If she closed her eyes, she could almost smell it. “Just a drink of water please.” She smiled “and I wouldn’t say no to a bag of crisps either.” Crisps had been a luxury in District Twelve. Only the merchant families could afford them, however children from Districts 1 - 7 ate them on a regular basis. Katniss had become fond of them since her time in Victors Village. But she knew the price at which such foods came. It cost you everything you were.
Neither
but i would love to one day live in both
though obviously not at the same time
Anonymous asked:AHAHAHA no sorry
Anonymous asked:omg no
“What do you want to know?” I ask, tracing shapes into your palm with my thumb as I tilt my head to look up at you, smiling.
“I’ll start easy. Whats your favourite colour?” I ask, the feel of your thumb tracing shapes on my palm sending my heart racing. I take a deep breath to calm myself.
“Blue, like the colour of the sea.” I smile as I hear your heartbeat increase, feeling your chest rise and fall from the deep breath you take. “What’s yours?”
“Green…” I smile to myself. “I don’t even have a reason why. I just like it.”
//You do have a reason actually it’s because it’s the colour of my eyes.
// I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know I should have done this ages ago, I have so many exams right now, but I’ll start now, and reply to you when I get time :).
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The train doors opened, letting out a whooosh as they did so, and Katniss stepped out of the train onto the soft, gravelled pathways of District Four. Ever since she was a child she had imagined coming here, but she had never thought she actually would. Now she was here, but for all the wrong reasons. A few months prior to her visit, Katniss had be given a crown to congratulate her for killing twenty-three other children. Children who had had lives, and homes, and families, and futures, and ambitions. With one flick of an arrow, one stab of a knife, they were gone, lost, missing and they would never return. Now, a few short months after, she was expected to tour round the whole of Panem, with a smile on her face, and a spring in her step, to be presented to the rest of the districts as their champion. Anger welled up inside her. This was wrong. All of it. Everything about the dystopian little world she just about survived in was corrupt and evil.
Bright shining faces of small children clouded her vision as she picked up her cases and started to weave her way through, accompanied by bodyguards, to the house she had been allocated to share with a previous victor from District Four. Tanned skin, and bouncing blonde hair bounced about on happy heads. They were young, free and innocent for now, and they didn’t know what would one day be expected of them. They were careers, and they had been born and bred as machines. The thought repulsed her.
Katniss rapped twice at the knocker on the small ochre door. The house was large, and beautiful, but it suited it’s surroundings and gave off a seaside vibe. She waited patiently before she was greeted by a young girl, possibly in her twenties, who’s face was cocooned by a mas of red ringlets. She looked different to the other people from Four and she was beautiful, without being too in-your-face like Glimmer. “You must be Faune.” Katniss smiled warmly, and held out her hand. “I’m Katniss.”
// Sorry if I owe you a reply or a starter, I have exams coming out of my ears.
deadlycatostrophe asked:*narrows eyes.* What do you want, Cato?
FEARSOMEKATNISSREBLOGGEDyourPOST:// I’M STUDYING FOR MY HISTORY EXAM TOMORROW SO I…
SNAP! Which one?// Paper one, on The Cold War and America. I’m going to fail, but I guess it won’t be too bad considering I got an A on my coursework, I just hope that will bring the exam grade up. xD
// I need to get an A tomorrow so I can get an A overall. If I don’t get an A then I will actually die. I’m taking it for A level next year. Not B level. A level. And for A level I need an A. Mine should be okay though, it’s source based, and only 6 out of 50 marks are awarded for knowledge the rest is just analysis which is basically just ‘Ramble on about what you think this poster of Hitler says about the world.’
// Oh wow, I’m not taking it next year, I’d literally scream if I had to. I only find the stuff about Germany interesting, nothing else pleases me as such. But good luck tomorrow! Mine is source questions and A, B and C part questions. I’m going to suck on the essays. xD
// Ah, you’ll do fine. Pretend it’s all about the Hunger Games. Make it up. That’s what I do! And Good Luck! I wish I wasn’t taking it at A-Level but my teachers say I have to do some academic ones to get me into a good uni. My others are Eng Lit, Drama and theatre studies, and Textiles, which I took because I’m good at, they’re not actually a doss at all. But it was either history or Art (which isn’t that academic) and also I’d rather kill myself than have another two years of sticking crap on a notice board and writing about how it suggests inner pain, watching the OC, and wearing too much eyeliner. Fucking art students. I used to like art. Now, I am happy to be waving it off, and never having to see it again. No more crying at 2am. Well, at least it will be over fanfiction, and not stressing that I have a whole portfolio of work due in the next day and I have only done three quaters of it. If I could give anyone any advice in life, it’s “Don’t do Art GCSE.”
// Thank you! Haha yeah I guess. Most of it is just common knowledge anyway. But I’m not good at remembering names or dates. Oh, really? Hm, I probably will take English Lit. then, considering I was only going to do photography, film studies and possibly animal husbandry. Haha, oh wow, I used to like art a lot, I was good at it, I did choose it for my GCSE when my textiles teacher asked, but she put me down for her class instead. >.>
Animal husbandry?
What the hell is that? Like animals getting married? Legal rights of a married animal? Should lemurs be allowed contraception? What are the legal grounds regarding a divorce between a squirrel and a chipmunk?
