It was brilliant, but dangerous. Just like what Madge is planning to do.
Always love it when Madge is a smartypants. Very nice. Recommended.
1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
She tried her hardest to sneak out, slipping her ankle from under his and diving for her clothes on the floor (and Gale was usually a heavy sleeper so this was done easily, she could leave before he even realized it), but today she slipped and he stirred, blinking at her with foggy eyes.
"Stay," he croaked, reaching out and grabbing her wrist to pull her back onto the bed, and she went easily, sinking back onto the mattress beside him and allowing Gale to drop his arm over her waist to tug her closer.
"You’ve never asked me to before," she said, hearing his throaty chuckle in his ear - and then his response: "It’s because you’re gone before I have the chance."
Oooh. I do like this. Its cute and all grown up at the same time. Much worth the reblog.
New chapter posted… Awkward car drives, junk food, and embarrassing moments ahoy!
So amazing. Definitely deserving of a plug.
GETTING REALLY SAD THINKING ABOUT MADGE UNDERSEE WHILE LISTENING TO THE PARTING GLASS
The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.
So pretty I could not not reblog.
I kinda like it.
“No way.” Gale shakes his head. “She’s gonna hurl any minute now. I know this girl. The moment this thing starts moving she’s going to lose it and I don’t want to be in a closed space with her when she does.”
Veni, Vidi, Reliquit
Naw. I love this. Much recommend.
“I didn’t even know Madge knew Gale,” says Peeta.“We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she has brought the medicine, surely.
“She must have quite a taste for them,” says Haymitch.That’s what nettles me. It’s the implication that there’s something going on between Gale and Madge. And I don’t like it.