When You Just Finished One Of The Most Beautiful Fics Ever Written And You See That The Author Has A

"You only like him cuz he's hot—" no shit you think I like him for his morals?

When it hits 9 pm and I pull out this combo:

Ps: I have severe writers block. Help

Psst. Writer. Write that idea down. Yeah, it’ll stay in your brain forever and all, but it won’t. Write it down.

Katniss survived because she did not rebel , until the last second of the games. When she refused to kill Peeta. Until that moment , she just wanted to win and get back to Prim. Sure, she hated the capital and would have loved to do something to take them down, but she did not have what it took to take action. Haymitch rebelled too early , before he went into the games , when Snow still held all the power.

Katniss survived because she rebelled when Snow needed a winner.

Katniss never wanted to be the Mockingjay , but it was the right time.

Haymitch was the Mockinjay , he was THE rebel, just at the wrong time.

Katniss was luckier.

yall... i miss tokyo revengers ):

What if

Armin visits Levi post war, smiling and warm. Seeing him feels good, they hadn't realised how much they one another. It's good to know he's alive.

Annie stands a little farther, a child tugs at her skirts, squirmish and round-faced and short-legged. Levi squints to take a better look at him but he's too far away.

Another is perched in her father's arms, a hand in her mouth in all seriousness. Armin's curious sparkle shines in her eyes, behind a curved nose.

Levi's heart clenches in a cruel second-long recognition, a mere shade running across his eyes that dissolves in seconds. The odd familiarity of her caught him off guard.

It's enough for Armin's sharp eye to notice.

"That's Zoë," he says with a smile and lowers her to the ground.

Levi's throat clogs. Zoë.

She looks so much like Hange.

So her name won't be remembered as just ink on paper, a soulless list of her accomplishments as Commander. She'll be remembered for her bright eyes and grabby hands, her laughter and the lightness of her step. Even if only by a handful of people.

The wind rustles the laurels strewn around his garden. That must mean she's smiling, wherever she is.

"Hello, Zoë," Levi greets in earnest, and the girl grins.

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