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SOFT STARTERS! : ACCEPTING 

“ hi, mr. charles. ” he mumbled, holding his hand out for the man to shake. “ i’m daniel. ”

𝙝𝙞𝙨    𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠    𝙞𝙨    𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧    𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣    𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.    annie    came    back,   annie    still    loves    him,    annie    doesn’t    want    to    kill    him,    and    that’s    the    difference    between    the    two    of    you.    peeta    is   changed,    peeta    has    been    turned    into   a    weapon.    and    everyone    knows,    everyone    who    has    seen    you    in    the    hospital    that    you    don’t    care    what    happens    to    you     if    it    comes    from    peeta’s    hand    apparently.    in    fact,    you    can’t    seem    to    find    a    care,    if    it    is    peeta.    if    peeta    kills    you?    maybe    it’s    your    fault,    maybe    it’s    whats    supposed    to    happen.    how    this    whole    things    ends.    but    you    try    not    to    show    that    to    finnick    in    your    face.    how    fucking    jealous    you    are.    how    much    you   hate    him    right    now.    instead    you    move    to    try    and    congratulate    him,    smile    plastered    on    your    face,    ❝  congratulations,    fin,  ❞    you    smile    first    at    him,    and    then    at    annie,    ❝  you’re   a    radiant    wife,    annie,    i    wish    you    well.    the    both    of    you.  ❞

Zivah knew there was a chance that Jay would find out after her relation to him was mentioned in the screening. They gave her a home in Auradon City (she requested it be here rather than Agrabah or one of the other Kingdoms). After all, her son was here and while she may not have any form of relationship with him - she does want one, eventually. For now it was good enough that he’s happy, that he created something better then what was given to him on the Isle by his father. Or, forced upon him by his father.... and her, for she left him in his father’s household rather then take him with her. ’’Jay?’’ so they did tell him. ‘’You probably have a lot of questions. Do you.. wanna come in?’’ she’d been about to leave, but none of that was important now. 

she thought florian wouldn’t notice the bruises on her arms. not because he didn’t care but because she thought she did a better job at hiding them. she thought they’d fade faster. “you’d be surprised how strong my stepmother’s grip is.” especially when she was angry, she almost seemed to have godlike strength when she gripped snow white’s arm that tight. “they don’t hurt, florian. they’ll go away.” sometimes the little finger shaped bruises hurt when she leaned on her arms on the counter at work but, other than that, they looked worse than they felt by now. it happened right after the very first time they met, the day before she was told to run and not come back until it was safe.

@wildtruths​ galahad for lancelot

“Laurie...” John sighed. “I think you just need a few minutes to sit back and catch your breath. Do sit down and stop storming about. We can have a drink and talk until your grandfather returns. He’d be of more help than I, I think, in any case. Here. Have a little of this, and you’ll feel yourself again in a bit.”