Hello! Thank you so much <3
Oh man! Thank you so much! I adore you guys <3
I have seen Catching Fire! I’ve actually gone twice! Once was for my birthday and the next time was just so my bestie and I could hang out. I loved it! Finnick is wonderful <3 Have you seen it?!
I got on here today to see I have over 2,000 followers. That’s amazing.
I love you guys.
Maybe I could start writing that fanfic about Cato and Clove again? Just to show that I really am trying :)
Alright, I owe all of you an apology.
I just gave up. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I have a lot going on right now, and keeping up this blog just fell to the back burners. Maybe I need someone else to help me run it? I don’t know.
I’ll still be here, just not posting as often. I am usually on my other blog. I’ll answer questions and talk. Feel free to shoot me a message about anything! I just don’t have the heart to write manips currently. I am truly sorry.
If you feel the need to unfollow me, I understand, but I adore all of you. I might be self publishing a novel soon. It won’t be Hunger Games based, of course, but it’ll be something of mine for you to read! I’ll keep you posted :)
"So," Mr. Everdeen took a deep breath. He reached into his pocket and got down on one knew. Before him, his girl friend’s eyes grew wide. He grinned, opening the ring box, "Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Would you so kindly please be Mrs. Everdeen?"
"Are you? Are you serious?" The girl was completely shocked.
Laughing, Mr. Everdeen slipped the ring on her finger, “I don’t usually propose for no reason.”
"I would love to be your wife,” the woman wrapped her arms around his neck before he had even stood up again.
Clove sighed, rubbing her sore belly.
Cato stood in the doorway, wishing that their child didn’t kick as much.
"I don’t think I’m going to be a very good mother," she muttered.
The blond haired boy cocked an eyebrow, “What are you talking about? You’re going to be a great one!”
"I don’t handle stress well… kids never like me…"
Cato crossed his arms, “Clove, dear, this child will be different than others, okay? Because it will be ours.”
Thank you, thank you very much <3
I took it as a misspelling of Beeress. I think it was the same anon, just sending their request in more than once :)