#Haymitch just some fucking guy kills me

[pumpkinrootbeer]

hunger games tweets but it's mostly haymitch

#the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #:V #Haymitch just some fucking guy kills me #a centuries old tyrannical government being in part overthrown by some 40 year old dude with trust issues is vital to me #Overthrowing the government after being forced to lead 46 kids to their death is just average alcoholic behavior #He be getting into situations #ALSO. can I just say #The way snow underestimates haymitch makes me go fucking coo coo bananas 😭 #Like sure #Katniss and peeta would never successfully stage any kind of revolution theyre way to young #But he just left haymitch alone in district 12 with them #snow: oh yeah surely nothing will go wrong he's not gonna try anything not after I killed his family #haymitch: overthrows the government #People could read it as a plot hole I choose to read it as character development

[tsurangaconundrum]

panem dash simulator

peeniss4everlark Follow

NOOOOOOOOOO

officialsenecacrane Follow

me when i lie

districtfun Follow

i heard from my uncle who works at hunger games that they're only pulling from everlark shippers when they do the quarter quell

gurlonfire

thats funny because when i was fucking your uncle last night he told me they're only pulling from bitchy district one stans

catohead69 Follow

we poppin the biggest bottles when cato wins

catohead69 Follow

theeclove Follow

okay but is anyone else pissed how the district 11 guy literally did favoritism for late districts or what

rues-song

the careers literally did an alliance r u fucking kidding me i hope u get reaped

theeclove

clearly SOMEBODY doesnt understand the strategy of the games

career-sweep Follow

PLEASE tag your hunger games spoilers. this is literally common sense the games have been going on for 74 years you should know better by now

#hunger games spoilers #SOOO pissed rn theres never been a live announcement and now i found out from fucking everlarks

maytheodds Follow

Yes I'm a 30 yr old hunger games watcher. I've been watching kids die since you were in diapers. You have NO idea the tragedies I've endured. Hunger games is escapism for many of us when I come home from a long day of logging the last thing I need is for some 13 yr old tribute dying in a high stakes competition that we ALL knew was high stakes starting a riot and destroying all the nations grain

corholeanussnow

lmao. get a load of this guy

girlalcoholic Follow

haymitch stans rise tf up

#yes girl get that salve #i would fuck that old man

cinnagirl3000 Follow

i wld nvr survive in thg fr baby im killing myself

#thnk goddddd im cap 😁 #i woulda stepped tf off that platform cinna its been an honor

caeserflickerwoman Follow

does anyone else think it was fucked that peeta invaded ceasar's space when he CLEARLY wasn't comfortable with being SNIFFED by a STRANGER

softgreenpillow

fuck you this is clearly so fucking capitol-centric no one in the capitol would ever be comfortable with any districtperson doing ANYTHING these days. it is capitol-boot-licking scum like you that holds the movement back. get BLOCKED idiot

butchjohanna Follow

Just something I've noticed I think we as a fandom have gotten WAY too comfortable using the phrase "get reaped" as an insult, when it's a very serious reality that many children live with and should not be taken this lightly. Some people online have had to put their names in more for necessities like bread or water and the absolute terror that grips a person waiting for their name to be called doesn't leave you even in adulthood. Please think before you speak

#many of you are not acting in a way that johanna would be proud of. get it together #reaping mention

starcrossedluvrs Follow

#thank you team

[nebulablakemurphy]

Twenty Questions (Part 1)

Summary: For Y/N’s 20th birthday Haymitch gifts her 20 questions, that he has to answer honestly, no matter what. Mentions of sex/forced pregnancy. Set in the Moves & Countermoves universe.

Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader

Haymitch finds Y/N at the dining room table, slapping down her present beside her half eaten lunch. “Happy birthday.”

“Oh.” Y/N reaches for the envelope, warily. More instructions from President Snow?

“It’s from me.” Haymitch huffs, pouring himself a glass of gin.

From him. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Well you got me something so,” he raises his cup to her.

“Thank you, Haymitch.” He turned thirty a couple months ago and Y/N gifted her husband a rather large assortment of alcohol. Y/N opens the gift, a piece of paper with the words ‘20 questions.’

“Since you’re so interested in yours truly, this is an open invitation to ask me anything you want. Twenty times, I’ll answer honestly.” By this time next year we’ll be neck deep in diapers, or dead.

Y/N smiles, softly. “First question, why are you doing this?”

“Because I-” love you. I love you and there’s no fucking way around it. “If you’re gonna have my baby, you deserve to know me.”

“I think I know you.”

Haymitch sinks back a bit more in his chair. “You know me better than most people would ever want to, I’ll give you that.”

“Do you want to have a baby with me?”

There it is, straight for the jugular. “That’s not a question, that’s a trap.”

“Tell me why,” Y/N laughs.

“If I say no, it will upset you. If I say yes, it will upset you. I can’t win.”

“It’s not about winning, it’s about how you feel.”

“I feel like,” he takes a moment to look at her, really look at her. “If I was just some guy and you were just some girl, who hadn’t managed to piss off Snow to the point of no return. We wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“That is not an answer.”

“That’s how I would want to have a baby with you, or anybody for that matter.” Keep your emotions out of it. “If we were- It wouldn’t be dangerous for the poor kid getting brought into all this. We wouldn’t be rushed by orders to do this now, we would have time. And you could choose me…or hell, you could not choose me. Either way it would be your choice.”

“You think I wouldn’t choose you?”

Haymitch chuckles, bitterly. “Nobody in their right mind would choose me.”

“I might’ve.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“You’re burning through these questions pretty quick, angel.” Haymitch warns, tapping at his tumbler.

“If I run out, I’ll just have to torture the answers out of you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” Haymitch calls her bluff. “Not on purpose.”

“Have I hurt you, Haymitch?”

Fuck. “Hurting you hurts me.”

“You’ve never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.” He agrees, “but you’ve been hurt by things we had to do.”

“That’s not the same.” Y/N shakes her head.

“It is, whether you’re ready to admit that to yourself or not-”

“Is that why you threw up the first time?”

The first time, that terrible night with those damn cameras. “I threw up because of how you looked at me.”

“How did I look at you?”

“Like you wanted me to help you and I couldn’t.”

“I’d never been that close to anyone, ever. It was intimidating, but I trusted you.”

“I tried to make it good for you.”

“You did!” Y/N raises her brows, “you made me cum like four times.”

Haymitch grins, “next question.”

“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Best I’ve ever had…”

“Doesn’t have to be with me.” Y/N says, holding up both hands.

“No, it was you.” He scoffs, downing his drink and pouring another.

“Which time?”

“You’re gonna kill me for saying it.”

“No, please, Haymitch,” she pouts. “Tell me.”

Being ‘just friends for now’ didn’t stop them from kissing whenever they wanted, sleeping in the same bed, or screwing every chance they had. “My birthday.”

“Oh,” Y/N purses her lips. She’d taken one of those stupid pills from the Capitol and rode him to kingdom come. “What did you like about it?”

“That you wanted me.”

“I do want you.”

“You have me.” Dammit, get a hold of yourself.

“If I have you, then you have me.” I’m yours…if you want.

Haymitch sighs, “what number are we on?”

“Like four or five.”

“Four or five?” She’s trying to pull a fast one on him. “Gotta be at least ten.”

“No, they don’t all count. We were just talking!”

“Fine, we’ll only count five. But from here on, they all count.”

“Deal.” Y/N agrees, she can still cover a lot of ground. “What is your worst fear?”

“There’s a few, like running out of liquor.”

“Of course,” she nods.

“But the worst would be losing someone I care about.” My worst fear is losing you.

“Yeah.” Y/N swallows hard, “me too.” He has spared her from losing her family, the way he did, giving up pieces of himself to do it. “Do you ever regret what you did to help me?”

“No.” No matter what happens, he doesn’t want her to end up like him. All alone…until now.

“Next one’s hard.”

“Hard to ask or answer?”

“Both.”

Haymitch narrows his eyes, “shoot.”

“How do you feel about me?” She aims to kill.

“I feel like you know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You’re my friend. Best one I’ve got for miles. You are hands down the most stubborn person I have ever met and I like that about you.�� Haymitch admits.

“What is your least favorite thing about me?”

That you ripped my heart open and shoved yourself inside. “You never stay on your side of the bed.”

Part 2

#thg haymitch #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x you #haymitch abernathy fanfic #haymitch abernathy x y/n #haymitch fanfic #haymitch abernathy x yn #haymitch x y/n

[saintgabrielqueers]

DEAD FRIEND FOREVER (another long rant lol)

let me take a breath before I start

I had seen a post that said the worst trope in shows is when they take a deeply traumatized character and kill them off for shock value even when they were fighting so hard to get their happy ending they could almost taste it.

It made me think of Non because he has been through absolute hell with almost no one to save him. You can bring up Tee trying to help but like Non said Tee should be doing that for getting him into this situation. Tee doesn’t deserves applause in my opinion for trying to help because even if he didn’t get Non stuck in that business he still bullied him outside of that.

Leading up to my point here being that if they kill off Non in the very last episode I will feel the flames of hell licking at my ankles from so much rage.

I’ve seen absolutely no progress with killing any of Non’s bullies and it pisses me off. I know it didn’t happen right away because they need to build up the story first. But we’re down to episode 11 and no one has been killed off except Por.

Now the one thing that has been enraging me the most in this show is Phee and Jin. I’ve come to hate their characters more than everyone else.

The rest of the group are fucked up to Non but they don’t try to hide what shitty people they are. The disgust, anger, and just hateful behavior for Non whether he is in the room or not has never wavered. However Jin and Phee act like they are so innocent when it comes to being complicit in Non’s suffering.

Jin may have been nice to Non for the short time he knew him but did absolutely nothing to shield him from being harassed. I do wonder if Jin would be as nice as he was if he didn’t have a crush on Non, which brings me to my next point.

Jin so easily turned his back on Non when he saw him and teacher Keng together. Getting so angry that Non didn’t like him back so he posts a clip all over school of Non getting fucked by his teacher. It was such a low ball move and he needs to have his ass beat for it.

Phee obviously never bullied Non so why do I hate him so much? It’s the way he has handled everything starting from finding out about Non & Keng all the way up to current events in the show. I can maybe understand the initial reaction to Non sleeping with Keng (minus telling Non to disappear and die) but at some point how did you not put that pieces together that your boyfriend was groomed by his teacher?

Next point is Phee being absolutely no help at all when it came to getting revenge for Non. I already knew Tan/New was the only one I would be relying on to help Non. Phee really couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough until he eventually slept with Jin. We all knew that was going to happen but it just blows my mind he so easily slept with a guy who ruined Non’s life. I don’t care if he said it was to “get information out of Jin” because it’s was such a bs excuse.

Next on the list is Phee exposing the entire plan to Jin because unfortunately he likes that bastard but moving on. Jin then confesses that he was the one to leak the video clip of Non all over school and Phee istg barely looks angry. The most was him getting up and banging his fist on the wall but other than that I’m pretty sure his anger lasted a good 5 seconds.

This is why I can’t take Phee seriously when he claims to love Non because why aren’t you more enraged finding out Jin was the one who ruined your boyfriend’s life? You should be getting in Jin’s face demanding he get on his knees and apologize but instead you did nothing. In the words of Haymitch Abernathy “You could live 100 lifetimes and never deserve that boy.” because Phee truly does not deserve to love Non at all and I’m glad they broke up.

Jin and Phee make it back to the house being very quick to snitch on Tan to everyone about the plan. The thing that irritates me most about that scene is Jin acting so high and mighty like he’s not in the wrong for what he did and making Tan look like the bad guy here for wanting to get revenge for Non. I wanted to smack him in the face so bad there. Phee and Jin truly deserve each other because they are both insecure useless snitches who have never protected Non the way they should have.

Okay final notes here (I say 50 paragraphs later lol) is when Tan is telling Phee to shoot everyone and he’s hesitating. He then says he just wants to know the truth about what happened to Non. That’s it? Are you gonna interview them one by one and just let them go on their merry way after? Seriously why are you even here Phee if you’re going to be useless dead weight on this mission.

Circling back to my main concern for this show is are they going to have Non go thru all that trauma and just not do anything or worse case scenario being they kill him off. That’s really all I care about at this point because if they make the rest about Jin and Phee I’ll be so annoyed.

I also wonder if they’re gonna reveal White to be hiding something or if he’ll be innocent till the very end because he truly is the only character who has no inclusion or cause to Non’s suffering. So that’ll be interesting to see in the final episode.

#dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever #barcode tinnasit #dff ep 11 #ta nannakun #copper phuriwat #mio athens #us nititorn #fuaiz thanawat #jjay patiphan #bump pawat #jet jetsadakorn #jj chalach

[jupitermelichios]

my dc movies hot take is that the green lanterns should get split into essentially home and away teams for the new universe, with John being the GL who appears in league stuff, and Jess and Guy being the lanterns appearing in any green lantern stand-alone movies

this is primarily because when John gets adapted to other media his defining character trait is always that he's the competant one, and that's very useful in a team story, but makes a shit protagonist for an origin story, and people are not familiar enough with the lanterns to skip the origin story movie

my pitch for the GL solo movie would be that it's about Jess getting called up after the deaths of hal and kyle in a 'nobody wants to talk about it' pre-movie disaster. guy is assigned to mentor her but is initially fucking awful at it because he's massively traumatised from hal and kyle's deaths.

(jess is absolutely tailor made for origin 'coming into her power' type storylines, and guy is both mentor shaped and the most capable of starting the movie as a grumpy kind of agressive mess and then actually working through that without either end of the character arc feeling ooc. i'm just fully haymitch abernathy-ing this man because i know he can take it)

over the course of the movie, jess will slowly uncover the truth that the disaster in question involved hal going paralax (this would not be widely known - most people on oa think hal died fighting paralax, and only guy knows that actually hal got possessed by paralax and him and kyle had to kill him before he blew up the planet or whatever), and also he's not actually dead he's coming back to try it again, but no one will believe her, except guy, so they both have to work through some stuff to build a solid working relationship and defeat paralax and save the world

i honestly don't really care if you save hal at the end of the movie or permakill him, i think you could give either pretty good emotional resonance, but personally I think you save him, and have him basically fuck off in self imposed exile to star in an animated series for a couple of seasons

(kyle probably just stays dead, tbh, and simon never appears, because there's a limited number of human GLs you can fit into the smaller scale of a movie universe, so someone's got to go. if you really can't resist including kyle, the injustice-verse gives us precedent for a recently evil hal being haunted by the ghost of a GL corps member, so he could just follow hal around in his animated series as a ghost forcing him to talk about his feelings, he'd probably be quite good at that)

anyway marvel continue to refuse to hire me despite me making multiple posts on tumblr.com about how good i'd be at writing marvel movies, so i guess this is my pitch to dc. james gunn i know you're reading this you can have this concept for free if you promise to make a we are robin movie

#green lantern #at least gunn's dcu movies will probably be watchable #that's literally the only possitive thing i can say #but they will be watchable #which is a hell of a lot better than you can say for snyder! #so that's not nothing #i don't even care that much about the GLs #and i'm preemptively angry on behalf of GL fans for what they're going to get #the casting really does say it all

[heavensbeehall]

"Catching Fire", Chapter 22

Part 3: The Enemy

Chapter 22: The morphling woman dies. Peeta talks to her. The monkeys vanish. Their poison blisters start to itch. Katniss and Peeta go to sleep to allow Finnick to grieve for Mags. Haymitch sends ointment for their gas burns. Katniss and Finnick play a prank on Peeta. Another parachute arrives with bread and Katniss assumes this means she is to be friends with Finnick. The District 5 female is killed by the tidal wave wedge. Johanna, Beetee and Wiress arrive on the beach. Johanna got them out for Katniss. And tick-tock the arena is a clock.

-- Peeta sees Katniss take care of Beetee and Wiress and thinks she'd make a good healer. Katniss disagrees but she seems okay doing a lot of unpleasant things if she likes someone. I would like to know if you guys thinks Katniss could be a healer when she grows up?

Quotes:

Peeta drops the sheath and buries his knife into the monkey's back, stabbing it again and again until it releases its jaw. He kicks the mutt away, bracing for more. [...]

"Come on, then! Come on!" shouts Peeta, panting with rage. But something has happened to the monkeys. They are withdrawing, backing up trees, fading into the jungle, as if some unheard voice calls them away. A Gamemaker's voice, telling them this is enough.

I want to bring this part up for two reasons:

Peeta basically says "Come at me, bro!" to the monkeys. And that makes me laugh.

Also, there is this misconception that Peeta is useless in the arena. Peeta doesn't kill a lot (human or animal), but he will, despite what Katniss said before about him trying to negotiate at the Cornucopia. I imagine this is much what happens with Brutus and Chaff. Though we don't "see" it, we are told later that--during the confusing night just before Katniss blows up the forcefield--Peeta sees Brutus kill Chaff. (I assume Chaff was trying to protect Peeta and jumped in, much like the morphling does here.) Enraged, Peeta then kills Brutus. I don't need canon to tell me that Peeta fucked Brutus up either. I know it in my heart. Chaff was Haymitch's pal.

Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words aren't for me. "With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby's skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water." The morphling stares into Peeta's eyes, hanging on to his words

Katniss herself notes the similarities between this and her singing to Rue. This is the first games where Peeta lost an ally.

His eyes are still puffy but I pretend not to notice.

I consider this a sign of true friendship.

I draw back an arrow, readying for an attack. But all that happens is that the one who was being dragged collapses on the beach. The dragger stamps the ground in frustration and, in an apparent fit of temper, turns and shoves the circling, deranged one over. Finnick's face lights up. "Johanna!" he calls, and runs for the red things.

Not Finnick knowing it was Johanna from her kicking someone apparently injured.

It takes a moment to place Blight. I think he was Johanna's male counterpart from District 7, but I hardly remember seeing him. Come to think of it, I don't even think he showed up for training.

Johanna and Blight are here. They like trees and they don't give a fuck.

There's no choice but to strip him naked to get him clean, but I have to say this doesn't make much of an impression on me anymore. Our kitchen table's been full of so many naked men this year. You kind of get used to it after a while

Ah, the truth comes out. So her annoyance at Johanna being naked wasn't just about nudity. But who she got naked for.

I wonder if this is what it's like to have an older sister who really hates you.

Yes! I love Johanna and Katniss's relationship in Mockingjay. Sisters. Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch should adopt Johanna in the future because she is the only "sister" who would never remind her of Prim!

#finnick odair #johanna mason #beetee latier #peeta mellark #come at me bro

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

catching fire liveblog no one asked for!!

- “you are a strangely dislikable person” hey did you guys know i love haymitch because i love haymitch

- fucking insane that president snow is just. in her house. like imagine you come home one day and donald trump is standing in your living room.

- anything with rue gets me choked up instantly….. that whole scene in district 11? whoof.

- the “one day i’m gonna volunteer just like you did” is rough.

- i did not remember that snow was a grandfather… who on earth did he have kids with??

- the dynamic between katniss, peeta, haymitch, and effie is soooo. rotates them in my brain.

- i know it’s the point but this quarter quell concept is so deeply fucked up

- i want an au where haymitch fights in these games instead of peeta

- haymitch reaching for effie’s hand <3

- finnick was fourteen when he won his games,,,,, that’s wild (the trauma potential for his character,,, going insane)

- finnick is so. RAGHHHHH. he’s so hot.

- johanna lesbian-coded character of all time <3 to me <33

- mags is so sweet 😭

- i forgot about the painting of rue that i’m assuming peeta did??

- katniss making the dummy of seneca is. ugh. it’s so good.

- caesar has no morals but at least he serves cunt

- the mockingjay dress is so cool

- finnick and annie are so sweet i can’t wait for them to get married and for nothing bad to happen to them ever 🙃

- johanna was so real for telling everyone to go fuck themselves

- cinna sacrificing himself to make 👏 a 👏goddamn 👏 statement 👏

- “if it weren’t for the baby” truly is peeta’s most iconic moment

- also i love haymitch’s little toast to peeta at that bit

- all the tributes holding hands 🥲

- haymitch and effie are the dysfunctional parents of all time

- the peacekeepers killing cinna in front of katniss as she watches unable to do anything is so upsetting

- starting the arena in water is an insane fucking advantage for some people (finnick) and probably a disadvantage for a lot of other people

- i know it’s a whole revolution thing but i like to think of haymitch giving finnick his bracelet like ‘protect my dumbass kids please’

- wouldn’t it be funny if peeta was dying and finnick just made out with him (like katniss thinks is happening in the books??)

- i love katniss but,, my girl stared at the fog for so goddamn long before doing anything about it !! why’d you wait to TOUCH IT AND GET POISONED to see if it was dangerous?? it’s a fucking hunger games arena of course mysterious fog is gonna be bad!

- god finnick’s reaction when mags dies,,,,

- but also damn that fog kills you QUICK… maybe it’s just because mags is old but that canon went off like,, immediately

- the female morphling sacrificing herself for peeta 🥲 i know she was probably in on the whole revolution thing but still

- that post about all the district twelve victors holding someone in their arms as they died is sooooooo. yeah.

- the whole “tick tock” scene and realizing the arena is a clock is so cool

- i love their friendship and so i have to love finnick and katniss bonding over experiencing The Psychological Horrors

- johanna just casually trauma dumping okay girlie

- finnick looks so hot in this last scene on the airship,, i know i’m predictable but GOD 😩

- i love the little reminders we get sometimes that haymitch is strong and did in fact win the hunger games against 47 other people.

- this movie is so confusing ngl,, i can never keep track of who’s good/who’s in on the rebellion, etc.

- still a great movie though <3

#the games section of catching fire is my favorite part of the series for sure #not that the revolution isn’t interesting but like. it’s less interesting. #the hunger games #catching fire #eli.posts

[hilarychuff]

ok just for the heck of it some sansa/jonsa au casting ideas that are very much up for discussion bc i haven’t figured them out enough on my own to hoard privately to make into one of my au graphics or i just probably never will make it into an au graphic but think it’s a fun idea

just dumping A BUNCH of them under the break (like basically everyone except those i am hoarding for later/have more concrete ideas about that i might actually execute in some way) enjoy this peek into my google docs xoxoxox

13 going on 30 Jenna - sansa Matty - jon  Cat - margaery???? cersei???

Panic Heather - sansa (alayne) Lilly - robin Ray - jon Bishop - harry Natalie - myranda Dodge -

OR

Panic Heather - arya Ray - gendry? Bishop - gendry?   Natalie - sansa Dodge - jon Dodge’s sister - bran

Hocus pocus au max - jon Allison - sansa Dani - arya Thackery binx - aegon? (or brandon?) Emily binx - rhaenys? (or lyanna?) Winifred sanderson - cersei Mary sanderson - tyrion??? Lmao Sarah sanderson - jaime lmao

Big little lies Daenerys is Renata (or is Cersei Renata?? Would leave space for dany to be celeste) Margaery is Madeline Jeyne is Celeste?? Daenerys is Celeste?? Sansa is Jane?? Arya is bonnie??????

Timeless Sansa is the historian Jon is the military guy Ygritte is his dead ex Sam is the science guy Theon is the villain guy who later becomes the love interest

Dead to me Jen - arya (not cold but very firmly not warm, resting bitch face, might kill sansa but also might kill for sansa) Judy - sansa (bleeding heart, bad men, so much guilt, more than a little confessy when she’s wronged someone, potential to be kinda gay!) Ted - ???? Steve - harry hardyng? Littlefinger himself? Ramsay? Joffrey? Maybe joffrey works best? Ben - gendry (work if he’s joffrey’s “half-brother” or w/e)

Saved au Mary - sansa Cassandra - arya Roland - willas? Tyrion? Hilary Faye - Margaery? Cersei? Patrick - jon? Pastor skip - ned Mary-Louise Parker - catelyn Dean - loras? Theon? Mitch - renly? Robb? Tia - Veronica -

Don’t look under the bed Frances - sansa Darwin - bran after he falls/is pushed Albert - robb? Joann - jon with modifications so that he is a potential love interest at the end for sansa Larry - theon Zoe - margaery? Parents - ned and cat

Hunger games Katniss - jon tbh lmao Peeta - sansa Gale - ygritte? daenerys? Prim - arya? Or does it have to be bran/rickon since jon is a boy?? Maybe it’s not a boy/girl tribute thing maybe it’s just any two tributes Haymitch - tyrion? Dontos? Mance rayder? Wyman manderly? Thoughts to be thunk here with who would be in what district if we want to really get crazy Effie - varys lmfao???? Finnick - jaime lannister Johanna - daenerys? Ooooh but could be brienne if you leaned into it maybe President snow - mad king aerys? Beetee - tyrion? Rue - satin?

Grease Sandy - sansa Danny - jon Kenickie - tormund? Mance? Roger - sam Other greasers - pyp, grenn, etc Rizzo - ygritte Frenchy - gilly? Val? Idk ygritte for rizzo is really the only one that resonates i just love grease Fuck actually ygritte as the rizzo to sansa’s sandy is so good that this is worth giving some more thought The wall boys are such lil fucking nerds that they feel right for the delinquent greasers, too Although lbr jon is more of an alfalfa in the he-man woman haters’ club than he is a danny zucko Theon is more of a danny zucko but i don’t know if i want this for theonsa Anyway sansa’s whole family moved and robb is now doing athlete shit with whoever that athlete sandy briefly dates is (harry hardyng?) Is chacha val?????? Maybe arya falls in with the pink ladies first and then sansa gets sort of reluctantly dragged along Arya sings sandra dee at first and then when rizzo starts to join in she’s like wait only i get to make fun of sansa

Mama mia Meryl streep - sansa Pierce brosnan - jon Swedish guy - theon Colin firth - loras tyrell Christine baranski - margaery tyrell Other friend - jeyne poole LMFAO catelyn as cher i just cackled why is that so funny even though it doesn’t make sense

Harry Potter Sirius - jon James - Robb Lily - Jeyne westerling (except is she maybe more of a james figure politically) Petunia (but nice) - sansa Peter - theon Remus - samwell Tarly Vernon (but just dating) - Harry Hardyng Madame hooch - arya Weasleys - sam and gilly

New girl Jess - sansa Cece - margaery Nick - jon Schmidt - robb Winston - theon

10th kingdom Virginia - sansa The wolf - jon Jon larroquette - ned

Goodbye earl Maryanne - sansa Wanda - jeyne Earl - ramsay

Bring it on (for the gays) Torrance - sansa Torrance’s lil brother - arya Big red - margaery // cersei? The clovers - the sand snakes Missy - mya stone? // margaery? Cliff - gendry // willas/loras? Aaron - daenerys

Teenage bounty hunters Sterling - sansa Blair - arya Debbie - cat Dana - lysa Bowser - the hound?

Buffy the vampire slayer Buffy - arya Cordelia - sansa Willow - bran Xander - jon Angel - gendry Amy - jojen (or is jojen tara?) Dawn - rickon (robb is already away at college?)

#sansa stark #jonsa #sansa stark au #jonsa au #asoiaf au

[stevevans]

i know who you pretend I am -f.o

summary - when you think you have nothing left, the capitol proves they can take more.

warnings - torture, violence, angst, general thg violence

w.c - 1.7k

part 2?

District 13 was completely underground, the reception was terrible so there were only a few tvs, none allowed to Finnick and Katniss personally.

They had each other, each day they grew closer, from the Hospital beds to their own rooms to even eating meals together. Sometimes Annie and Mags would come out and join them.

“I wish they were dead. I wish Y/N was dead.”

His eyes were red and swollen from crying, deadpanning as he looked up at Katniss. She truly never got the opportunity to digest how terrible the Capitol truly is.

Finnick had years, she won’t know until it hits her directly.

“She was supposed to get out first. Before me.”

He felt guilt, pilling up in his chest as he tried to suppress tears, letting out a roar of anger instead. Katniss waited until he was done to sit down beside him, promising to get you and Peeta back.

As they eat the same lunch, the tv turns on. Commotion begins as they all turn, Finnick putting down his spoon, eyes wandering to the screen. He figures it will be another work announcement, yet what he did not expect is to see you.

The sofa you two sat on was blood red, propping you both up like dolls. Dressed in a white gown, tulle pooling at your calves and silk draped over your body, loose sleeves that puff out like the paper muffin liners you both used at home, your eyes glassy as you shifted besides Peeta.

He looked good, yet you looked fragile.

Caesar Flickerman’s voice and face came up as the camera panned,

“Hello, we have a special message for the Radicals creating tyranny, from two of our favorite Victors, Peeta Mellark and Y/N L/N.”

Katniss and Finnick were out of their chairs by now, walking closer to the tv as he slipped his hand into her’s, trying to comfort her and ground himself.

Peeta spoke first, his mind seemed to not truly be all there. You kept messing with your dress, looking down and up and around, makeup caked on your face.

“People are hurting, put down your weapons.” The last thing Finick expected was for you to speak,

“Please, Radicals, listen to us. You do not want a fight, we have lived in peace for so long, we all need to do our part in keeping the peace.”

As the people of 13 started to get angry, slamming their trays, whispering harsh words until it turned into screams and Finnick could barely hear the tv, his ears were ringing as the room spun.

He could see your face scrunch in confusion as Caesar explained what happened in the arena, shaking your head, your hand coming to tap on your face.

“No, no, no Finnick would have told me. They did nothing wrong. They would never do that. We do not know what is going on, Finnick loves me, they have to be keeping him hostage, he’d never abandon me.” Your voice wavers as the tv goes dark when Peeta begins spouting gibberish.

He fell to his knees in the cafeteria as the voices called you a traitor. The rest he blocked from his head as guilt ran through his bones.

As the seasons changed, unnoticed by Finnick he grew sicker. Katniss had made a deal that you and Peeta would be rescued at the earliest convenience, but he couldn’t help the feeling that overcame him frequently.

Peeta had only been on the tv one more time since he saw your face, and he looked worse. Finnick could only imagine how you looked, what you were going through, what they were doing to you, and it broke him. So he took to staring at the picture you wanted him to burn.

You promised he would never need another picture of you, since you were going to spend the rest of your life by his side.

How the times change he would think bitterly.

He was listening to a propo with Katniss when Coin came in, demanding Beetee change the channel, that they needed to see.

It wasn’t you. That was a ghost.

Your eyes were sunken, deep purple bags, your cheekbones poking through your skin like sharp knives, you were shaking, trembling, hair falling in your face, yet pinned perfectly.

He could see your nails, chipped and stained red, from blood, he would know the sickly color anywhere, it frequently found him in his night terrors.

You looked terrible, your collarbones peeking out from under your dress. This time it was a pretty blue, like the water, a deep neckline where he could make out marks and bruises that the makeup couldn’t hide.

It shimmered, sparkling like when the sun hit the water just right at sunset. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying, tears already threatening to leak. Peeta looked just as bad. Matching eye bags and bruises, he wondered, selfishly, if they were hurting him more because of Katniss. He wished they were.

When Peeta started speaking you seemed dejected, detached, almost like you weren’t there, your mind far from the Capitol.

“Now Y/N, care to extend on Peeta’s point?”

“Can I go home? I’ve been good, can I please go home? My Mother must be going crazy wondering where I am. I just want the fighting to stop, I want to see my Boyfriend F-'' Your voice died off, as if you failed to remember his name, and his hope dwindled. The TV quickly cut off after that, Peeta’s anger ending the Capitol message abruptly.

All of the Capitol prisoners were rescued a few days later, Finnick and Katniss could hardly contain their excitement. Haymitch had warned them that it would most likely take a long time to find out what all the Capitol put you both through, but Finnick could care less, he just wanted you back.

They had told him that when they came they could hear the broadcast Finnick was giving, and you were screaming so loud they went to your room first, knocking you out with gas.

He was just ecstatic to see you in person again.

The Doctors refused to leave you alone, test after test, blood pressure, pulse, how are you? All over again and again. You were just so tired, You wanted to sleep, but the bed felt too cold.

Everything felt off, it was strange, you felt as if you didn’t belong here, yet you were forced to stay. They told you only what could keep your head above water, always pressuring you to speak more, but your voice was gone.

You shook with an unknown fear every time you thought you saw him. He was the villain of your story, the night terrors that kept you from sleeping, that had you begging Peeta to meet you at the wall to talk, but Peeta stopped coming.

Memories were hazy, the Capitol was weird, you can’t quite put your finger on what they did, the memories all blurred together, but judging by the new weight on your body and the way everyone treated you as the most delicate, fragile creature, you knew it was bad.

The doctors said you had a special visitor, yet they still refused you a mirror, or even a bit of makeup. You had missed human interaction that was not Doctors, Haymitch, or some Government official in 13.

You hoped it was Peeta or Johanna.

You felt like it wasn’t you in your body, shaking, as you climbed off of the white hospital bed, the sheets were wrinkle-less, and when you woke up they were still perfect, pristine, it reminded you too much of the Capitol.

Facing the wall as you waited for your guest you started to pick at the bed of your nails. It hurt, but you were real. They had at least let you put on a shirt and pants after you had begun gaining weight back.

You let your hair down from the ponytail it was in, running a shaky hand through it. Picking at the ends you watched the ground as the door opened. The voice was soft, but it got you to perk up, fear running down your spine and filling you up from the bottom up.

“Baby, is it really you?” his voice was soft, he sounded sad, you could see his feet coming closer, slowly, but it still came closer.

No matter how soft he spoke, you filled with fear. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him yet, hands bunching into fists as your nails dug into your palm.

“Please go away.” Your voice wavered, wanting to cry.

“They told me they are still wondering what happened, but it's okay. You’re okay, I will never let them touch you again. I will kill every last one of them if they even try to touch you.”

You had won the Hunger Games, you could do this, you could evade him long enough to press the big red help button.

He must have taken your silence as complicitness as he shuffled closer to you, causing you to let out another scream at the top of your lungs.

“Please! Back away!”

He seemed sad by your actions, slowing him down long enough for you to nimbly run past him and press the red button,

They kept your door closed so you were ‘safe’ they said, but it was to keep you inside.

“Help me! Please! Help me! He’s trying to kill me! Please!” You screeched, screaming until Haymitch burst in, along with Plutarch and a plethora of Nurses and Doctors.

The man, you couldn’t even say his name, started screaming,

“What the fuck did you do to her? What the fuck did you let them do? Don’t fucking touch me!” Haymitch had to take him out with the help of security,

“They did it with Peeta too, they made her think you are the bad guy. It is not our fault, or yours, the Capitol did this, remember that. The Capitol.”

You tried to stop screaming and crying, but your body would not allow for it. As soon as he was out you crumpled onto the floor, sobs wracking your body as you begged.

The next thing you knew was darkness.

#finnick odair x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair imagine #the imagine #the hunger games imagine #thg x reader

[bookish-mind]

Ok I reread Mockingjay and this is how it went:

Finnick may be a sad sad boy but he still has the best lines

Every Prim scene is making me sob I cannot

Ok Katniss finally understands that Snow is only torturing Peeta to break her

Bc even Snow could see that she really loved him by the second arena..

And she breaks down and reaches for Haymitch bc and I quote “the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too” and I just-

Haymitch has his issues and he made his mistakes but the man has good intentions and has been through a helluva lot

Also why does no one talk about the fact that his family was murdered after he won his games bc of his stunt with the force field?? I feel like this is important to know that he has always had the rebellion in him

Gale and his death traps can go be alone forever and ever I said what I said

“It isn’t possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me... no one could do that” ouch ouch ouch ouch

Boggs is the unsung hero of this book you can’t change my mind

I will never, and I repeat never forgive Collins for setting Annie and Finnick up for peace and happiness and then taking it away so quickly

Johanna and Katniss sharing a hospital room, healing/training together and being roomies is my favorite thing. they’re both a fucking mess but they’re a mess together

And then Katniss gives Johanna a bundle of pine needles bc it smells like her home and she has no tokens/possessions of her own I am living for this

Peeta remembers the bread and the dandelion I repeat Peeta remembers the bread and the dandelion !!!!

Katniss is relieved that Prim is safe from Snow.. but it’s not Snow that’s the threat to her oh god oh shit oh fuck

Where tf is Effie ?? I’m glad that they gave her a bigger part in the movie

Real or not real has begun guys it’s happening

He remembered her favorite color but not his own I-

The next person who refers to Peeta as a capital mutt is gonna have to catch these hands

PEETA GAVE HER A CAN OF LAMB STEW THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Moment of silence for Finnick bc I cant even talk about it guys it hurts so much more than I remembered

I am both team Katniss doesn’t need no man AND team Peeta at the same time what about that is confusing

I forgot how terrifying and chaotic it gets when they’re in the streets in open warfare and the pods are going off and civilians are dying and there’s no visibility so you have to just shoot first, ask questions later and then Gale gets taken and he’s asking Katniss to shoot him so he won’t be tortured but she doesn’t hear and she has to just keep going and oh god the parachutes

There’s some twisted irony in the fact that Gale has always been Prim’s protector, he promised to look after her while Katniss was in the games, he got her out of 12, he was the one who got her down to the bunker when 13 was being bombed, and yet it was (most likely) one of his death traps that killed her

“I’m forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.”

How many times has this poor girl been destroyed and remade

Katniss and Haymitch voted yes for another hunger games... I’m not even gonna try to unpack that

Although, since Coin dies anyway will it even happen since it was her idea ?

Tbh Coin should’ve known better, she hands a bow and arrow to katniss and expects everything to go according to plan???

Ok Dr Aurelius I forgot you existed but you a real one bro

Peeta comes home and the first thing he does is plant primroses, after everything this boy is still too pure for this world

I forgot about the memorial scrapbook... “we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count” they’re healing you guys they’re healing and coping and grieving and it’s gonna be okay

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring” FINALLY BITVH ITS PEETA IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN PEETA

“there are no more hunger games” this is it guys, this was the whole point, we made it... but at what cost ??!!

Man I wish I knew what the everlark kids names are

“But there are much worse games to play” and that, my friends, is such a satisfying last line

#how did i process it the first time?? #i cant even process it now and none of it was new to me #that shit hurted #mockingjay #catching fire #the hunger games #suzanne collins #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #primrose everdeen #gale hawthorne #finnick odair #johanna mason #haymitch abernathy

[ilguna]

Metanoia - Chapter Eleven (f.o)

Summary: you will be crowned victor of the 75th hunger games.

Word Count; 4.2k

Warnings; swearing, mention of murder and torture

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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You run your fingers over the white cotton sheet, trying to ignore the fact that you’re currently inside of the training center. You’d be able to recognize this place with your eyes closed. It’s made out of concrete with all the newest technologies. The people that are walking around here--especially the avoxes--have the same clothes and designs as the people inside of the training center.

Of course, the avoxes change clothes, but the things they wear are still outstanding and degrading to differentiate them from everyone else. They still look as best as they possibly can while also looking like a servant. That doesn’t mean that they can’t re-wear clothes though, which is exactly what’s happened.

The avox that stands in the corner of your room wears the same black and white plaid outfit that they wore during the night of the interviews. It’s a terrifying outfit, really. You absolutely hate it, which is another reason why you’re avoiding eye contact. You’d ask them to turn around if it weren’t for the fact that she has to keep an eye on you.

The doors to your “hospital room” are glass, you can see right through them. Which also means that you’re able to watch the doctors that come in and out of rooms. Some push carts, others don’t. It doesn’t really matter, all that does is that there’s brief moments where someone isn’t in the hallway.

They all look so rushed, as if they’re working on some sort of deadline. How fast they’ll move…

It’s almost as if there’s something going on out there. Or they don’t want you catching on to what’s happening.

“Huh.” you push yourself up from the bed, impatient at the lack of attention that you’re getting, compared to whatever is going on out there.

As soon as you get too close to the glass, the avox jerks forward and grabs a hold of your arm. It’s not a tight grasp, she just pulls you back a little, and then lets go. Hell, from what you can see, she’s fearful. Like you’ll blow up on her or something.

“Is someone coming, then? Soon?” you ask, and she nods.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair as you take a seat on the bed again. This time, you find something to occupy yourself. Firstly, there’s no cut on the back of your head anymore, it feels like. No bump, no dip, it might be completely healed. It really just means that you’ve been here for a couple of days.

As for everything else that has happened to you--it’s gone. No more scabs from the man-eating spiders. Your skin is smooth, but that doesn’t excuse every single little scar that it’s left behind. 

Your heart twists, you hold your arms out in front of you, seeing the fresh scars. Next are your legs, which are even fresher. They’ve still got that bright color to them, not yet blending into your skin tone. And it’s probably because you didn’t pay as much attention to your legs as you did your upper body.

Which was because your upper body was being televised. For the rest of that day, you were only in a sports bra. There really wasn’t a point in your eyes to just strip down the bottom half of the suit to apply ointment that wouldn’t even stay put. No one would be seeing it anyway.

The scars are fixable, you think. It’ll cost money, but you can get clear skin again--’polished’ as they say. It would have to come before the rest of the tattoos, though… and the old tattoos would also have to be fixed in that case. A lot of money, and you’re not too fond of fixing those tattoos. They’re memories, keepsakes.

You could always just get the rest of your body fixed, and leave your arms alone to avoid all the fixing stuff. It’s your best bet.

You look to your left wrist to see the soulmate words. You rub your thumb over them for a moment, and then scowl.

They left you behind. They left you with Johanna and Peeta, which was the worst thing that they could have done.

They didn’t even wait. Or even try with you standing there--it’s not like they couldn’t have seen you! You were standing right fucking there beneath their noses. And with how everything had gone down, you’re sure they could have afforded one more drop. There was more than enough time.

The glass doors slide open, making you look up.

You can’t help the amount of rage that shoots through your veins instantly.

“And so we meet again,” the words are bitter out of your mouth, you press your lips together in a thin line.

President Snow.

He motions the avox out of the room, and she listens without hesitance. With that, Snow sits in the chair--that you hadn’t even noticed was there--and crosses his legs.

“Yes we do.” he says.

You clench and unclench your teeth while you stare at him, trying not to have an attitude, since this man can kill you with the snap of his fingers and not even feel remorse for it. However, it all goes out the window because he’s sitting right in front of you with a smug look.

This motherfucker has ruined your life over and over and over.

Before your first games, you had it good. You had a big, loving family. You had two sisters and three brothers, and a pair of parents that would do anything to protect you all. Your grandparents, aunts, and uncles, and cousins were all alive. You had big gatherings during the summers, and cried when they had to go home.

And then you volunteered for the games, as you were instructed to do. You won your games, and at the end of your so-very-rich victory tour, he presents you with the worst fucking offer you’ve ever heard. Sell yourself for more money. Money, jewels, riches, clothes, love--adoration. 

Except, it wasn’t an offer, he was telling you. But what he wasn’t telling you, was that he was picking off those cousins, those aunts, uncles and grandparents. Next were those siblings of yours, and when you said no for the final time, your parents. You came home to a fucking massacre in your childhood home.

Everyone looked like they were frozen in place. They were shot, beaten, bruised and bloody, but they were right where they had been when it had happened. Your father was still in his armchair, your mother face-down in dirty sink water, your siblings playing in their rooms, reading books, sleeping. 

It was all the same for the rest of your family too.

And when the first fucking check with your victory money came through, you used it all to put them in the ground. You basically had your own fucking cemetary. 

The worst part is that you agreed after all that. He had killed everyone, and yet you still went through with it, as if you had anything else to lose. Your family was the only thing that you had left. It wouldn’t be the same if he killed friends, because it’s not you who would be grieving anymore, it would be their family.

While you were touring the Capitol on President Snow’s order, you got the tattoos done. You had the flowers done first for your family, every name had a flower that reminded you of them, and at your wrist would be the soulmate tattoo. You had your left arm done first so that the Capitol people would think that you were being sweet.

Then you had the graveyard done. And along came the graveyard, came the nastiest fucking attitude any of them had seen. It only took a week before Snow basically packaged you up and sent you back to District Two. He has to admit that it was smart of you to do that. And for fucksake, you’d do it again.

The attitude is a defense mechanism to keep the people who are too weak-hearted and manipulative-looking away. Only the ones who don’t care, stick through it. And they tend to be the more understanding type on top of that.

The last time that you saw President Snow--other than on tv or in person as the tribute parade--was when he tried to convince you to allow Tanith to be sold around the same way you were.

You felt so fucking smart then, for picking her out specifically. You basically told Snow ‘good luck’ with trying to find anyone she cared about to kill off. She’s a fucking orphan, and back then she didn’t really like you very much. So, he couldn’t get to her by attacking you.

With Zavian, he just wasn’t desirable.

“Stop staring and get to it already.” you snap, lowering your chin a bit as you bite your cheek.

Snow laughs, “Never was one for small talk.” he pauses for a moment, his face becoming more serious, “What do you know about Katniss Everdeen and her plan?”

Well, this can be a very easy answer, or a very hard one. 

Technically, you don’t know anything. You don’t know any part of the plan that they had going on, except for the fact that they had to keep an eye on Katniss and Peeta the entire time. Just to make sure that they wouldn’t get hurt, killed or ran off. The only thing you had the slightest clue on, was the fucking time on when you guys would get out. And even then, it seemed like that was unplanned.

But at the same time, you know a lot more than you’re supposed to, thanks to that talk with Finnick before the interviews. His question of whether or not you were a loyalist was an immediate click. You knew in that exact moment that he was planning something with the others.

You look over Snow’s face, he’s studying you, waiting patiently. It’s only been a couple of seconds. 

You can’t play dumb, you can’t say anything stupid or he will know and be on your ass almost as quickly as you knew of the plan.

“You want the truth?” you ask him, he motions for you to get started, “I didn’t know anything, I wasn’t told a single thing--I put the pieces together myself, and it wasn’t very easy to do. Which means, I could be completely wrong.”

“Tell me what you think you know, then.” 

“I thought that Finnick, Katniss, Peeta, and Johanna were in an alliance, and that they were all getting along.” you lean forward, “I was wrong. Katniss wanted to kill Finnick in the cornucopia until he showed her some dumb bracelet that belonged to Haymitch.

“I only stuck around them inside of the arena cause Finnick and I are soulmates.” you hold up your wrist for Snow to see, “I wouldn’t have dreamt of doing it otherwise.”

Snow squints at you, ignoring your arm, “What else?”

“Finnick and I had a conversation thirty minutes prior to the interviews.” you lift your chin a little now, trying to recall the entire conversation, “The basis was an alliance between him and I, at least. I chose to ask because of the scores that they had all gotten, thinking that it would be better to be on their good side. I didn’t want to be hunted.”

Snow watches you hesitate, and you know that there’s no way you can avoid this now.

The thing is, you’re trying to not get anyone in trouble, while also saving your own ass, and it’s hard to do. Because you don’t owe any of them a single thing, but there’s something in your chest telling you to do it anyway. 

You feel… anxious. And it’s your own emotion.

Your voice is quieter, “Finnick had asked me a peculiar question just before the conversation was over, and I still don’t know what it means.” Snow won’t be able to tell if you’re being truthful or not, “He asked me if I was a loyalist.”

Snow hums, rubbing his white beard, “That’s not it.”

You shake your head, “That’s it. Finnick knew that I had wanted to be in their alliance to be able to kill him and the others. He said that he wouldn’t let me in because of that, and then he asked me if I was a loyalist. I told him I didn’t know what he’s getting at.” you draw your eyebrows together, “That’s when Haymitch came around the corner, must’ve heard us talking or something. He said that the interviews had started, and the conversation ended after that.”

“Which hallway?”

“The uh--first hallway to the left if you’re standing in the main corridor. In the direction of leaving the backstage area.” 

Snow nods now, standing to leave.

“When do I get to go home?” you ask, sliding off the bed to get to your feet too. He’s not going to leave the room until he gives you an answer.

“Soon. I want to show you something first.” Snow says, “Get dressed.”

He takes a step out, leaving around the corner. The avox comes in with some clothes, nicely folded in her arms. The doors don’t offer much coverage, but it’s not really anything they haven’t seen before.

You strip, pulling on the new clothing carefully, afraid of hurting your newly healed skin. It’s a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pink shirt with a breast pocket. The avox then holds out a pair of black tennis shoes for you to slip on after that. And when you’re done, she leads the way out of the room.

You follow her down the hall, passing by everyone who’s moving so quickly. When you get a glance through the windows into the courtyard, you can see that you’re on the base floor, and the building towers over you.

The hallways wind confusingly, but the avox manages. She has this place memorized as if there’s a map in her mind. For a while, you’re confident and unaware of your surroundings, until you pass through a hallway with cages. Only then do you get apprehensive.

Snow is in the next room, which is a corridor of white. The avox backs off, standing in the corner, and you take it upon yourself to approach Snow by yourself. He’s in front of a particular door, staring through the window in the door.

“Katniss Everdeen, Finnick Odair and Beetee Latier have been taken to District Thirteen, did you know that?” Snow asks, he looks at you briefly, before back through the door.

There’s a sick feeling in your stomach.

“No, I didn’t.” You don’t want to see what’s through that window.

“But you knew that they were taken out of the arena.”

Just thinking about that night gives you a goddamn headache, especially with all that happened afterwards.

After the hovercraft had left, you stared for what felt like forever. Feeling dejected and betrayed, especially with all the time that had been left over. No one came for you, so it was up to you to decide what would happen next.

When you had finally gotten over your feelings, you went ahead and found Johanna, who was right next to a panicked Peeta. Screaming in her face about how all of that was her fault. Johanna took it like a champ, with her mouth sealed shut and everything. But the second that you were there, Peeta turned on you like a rabid dog.

You tried to take a page from Johanna’s book as you calmly explained to him that Katniss, Finnick and Beetee were taken by a hovercraft. 

Peeta didn’t like that, and with him getting in your face, an anger was rising from your stomach to your throat. Like simmering grease, only you’re not supposed to let grease simmer. Because it gets dangerous, begins to pop and burn the skin, and that was exactly what had happened.

You tried to get Peeta to back off, because you didn’t want to make a huge mistake with Johanna standing two feet away. But he kept pushing, and pushing, and pushing so you swung. He fell, and when he tried to get back up, still running his fucking mouth, you lost it.

You hadn’t felt that angry since you found out that your entire family was dead. You did everything you could possibly imagine to harm Peeta in that moment. The first kick to his ribs was the weakest, but the second definitely left some sort of damage. Then Johanna tried to come over, and you knocked her out without a second swing.

Peeta would have gotten the absolute shit beaten out of him if it weren’t for the second hovercraft that had shown up. Only, this one dropped peacekeepers, and you knew instantly that you were in huge trouble. With the arena falling apart, the fire eating at the forest around you, the lack of Katniss, Beetee and Finnick due to an earlier hovercraft, and the fact that you were clearly grouped up with the two morons.

Johanna was an easy grab, Peeta fought relatively hard, and there was no struggle from you. The only thing you actually remember is getting a sedative inside of the hovercraft, and that was it.

“Yes, I knew that they were taken out of the arena.” you answer Snow, blinking a bit to refocus your eyes, “And that means that Peeta and Johanna are here.”

Snow moves aside for you to see inside, and with the pucker of your lips, you move over to see inside. You clench your teeth, expecting the worst, and when you do finally look in, it’s… you can’t put it into words.

Peeta is strapped to a chair, malnourished, purple eye bags that are see able even from this distance. He looks nothing like he did before, he looks gross. Like a…

Like a boy that would have to file for tesserae to eat for the next year. A kid from the Seam.

You swallow thickly, “What the fuck?”

“If I find out that you aren’t telling the truth--” His voice is measured, but there’s an underlying tone, anger, you think, “--then I will bring you back from District Two. And I will be getting the real answers.”

If this is what they’ve done to Peeta--sack of flour, absolutely harmless--you can’t imagine what loudmouth Johanna looks like.

“I’m telling the truth.” you tell him, your eyes flickering back to Peeta.

He’s spotted you now, and the two of you stare at each other, eyes locked and neither of you move. With the look of you, he relaxes. It’s strange that the sight of you gives him so much peace, even though you would have killed him if the peacekeepers hadn’t come. But he must see something in your face, because he draws his eyebrows together, like he’s asking a question.

“How long have I been here?” you ask Snow.

“A couple of weeks.”

You look at him now, “I’ve been in a coma?”

“Medically induced. Those spiders weren’t just flesh-eating, they were venomous too.”

Not to mention your head injury, and everything else that had occurred inside of there. You might as well be lucky to be alive.

“I want you to do something for me, when you do get back to District Two.” Snow says, you look at Peeta again to see that the glass is blocked.

“Which is?”

“Show them that you are a loyalist, and get the rebels to calm down.”

One word spirals up in your mind, strong and stubborn that you struggle to hold down; No.

They have Peeta strapped to that chair like he’s an animal. They’re starving him, they’re depriving him of sleep, and that window is blocked because they’re doing something to him. 

“I’m not agreeing to that until I get to see Johanna and anyone else you have here.” you tell him, “Only then I will try to get two to settle down.”

Snow smiles a little, “You’ll have two weeks.”

You nearly laugh in his face right then, but manage to hold it back, “I don’t have much of a choice, I’ve already agreed, haven’t I?”

Snow nods approvingly, before leading you right next door. In this chair is Johanna. Her hair is shaved, she’s soaking wet, and she’s thrashing against the restraints without control. You take back what you said about Peeta, this is an animal. Doing this to Johanna is like putting an angry lion inside of a small cage. It’s only a matter of time before she gets out and explodes.

She looks just as hungry and tired as Peeta does. But Peeta isn’t getting nearly as bad as tortured as she is. She looks like she’s been through hell and back, as if she’s seen the devil himself and laughed in his face. 

In this case, Snow would be the devil, and she would be the exact fool to do something like that. 

Johanna spots you the same way that Peeta did, by the off chance that her eyes glance over the glass. The second that she has, she relaxes for a moment, and the window is covered almost immediately after.

The both of them had the same reaction upon seeing you. You can’t think of a reason why, until it hits you. They have to be thinking that you’re here to save them. You’re seeing the state that they’re in, and they’re hoping that you’ll relay the message to tell someone of their condition, you’re sure of it.

Snow grabs your arm, yanking you along to the door across from Johanna’s. When you look into this one, you’re a little more confused.

“Annie Cresta wasn’t inside of the hunger games.” you place your hand against the glass, “Why--”

“Leverage.” Snow says simply, “Who would she belong to, Miss Rosecelli? Who would tear the world apart to get to her?”

It dawns on you then, and you nod a little bit. Finnick, obviously. This is Finnick’s girlfriend, the one that you told him to keep. 

“What’s the point of having her if you’re not starving her like the rest?” you ask.

“I do have morals.”

‘Not very high ones’, you think.

“I’m surprised,” you look at Snow, “Considering all the other shit you’ve done, you still have a heart.”

Annie is healthy, that’s all you have to say about her. She’s got rope to twirl and knot, she’s got books to read, food to eat and a nice bed. She’s not strapped to anything, it looks like she has medication, and she’s content. You can’t help but to wonder if she’s secretly going insane or plotting her escape, though.

“One more room.” Snow ignores your comment, ushering you to the door to the right of Annie’s.

You shuffle over, thinking that Snow couldn't have possibly taken anyone else that would matter. Beetee’s girlfriend--or whatever Wiress was to him--is long gone. There’s no leverage to have against her.

“Take a look inside.” he’s smug.

You stare for a moment, before following his directions.

Tanith.

Your hand flies up, going to grab the doorknob, but Snow stops you, a tight hand on your wrist, “Just in case you thought that it’s only your life on the line.”

He’s threatening to kill her.

You clench your teeth together, not removing your eyes from Tanith. She looks almost as bad as the other two do. Except, Tanith is a few days behind. Snow didn’t start the process on her until recently. It won’t take long until she catches up, because he could make that happen at the snap of his wrinkly fucking fingers.

“I understand.” you grind your teeth.

She’s not awake to see you, Snow was anticipating this visit. He had her knocked out so that she wouldn’t try and fight against the restraints. She’s smart enough to slip out of them, it makes you curious if Snow knows that too, or he just wanted to see your reaction to having her unconscious. Like he’s trying to trick you into thinking she’s dead.

“The avox will take you to the hovercraft.” he lets you go, “Two weeks.”

Snow has just made the biggest mistake in his life.

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair metanoia #metanoia #metanoia chapter eleven

[lumikinetic]

*flops down on sofa*

*exhales*

Tumblr gives me a lot of wild shit every now and again. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, sometimes it's hilarious, sometimes it's disheartening. And then yesterday came along and gave me the one-two punch of:

Captain Marvel being dolled up by the Russos instead of a jacket, S.H.I.E.L.D baseball cap and a Nine Inch Nails shirt, which is how she should be (not gonna talk about this, just want it out there that I'm pissed about it)

One Day At A Time being cancelled

ODAAT I'm gonna kind of touch on because it's not really what I want to talk about, but it did help me finalize the words for what I do, and that's capitalism in entertainment.

The most annoying goddamn trend in filmmaking (and of course in TV and Netflix/Prime originals) is companies caring more about their bottom line and less about making good content, and yeah I know this dead horse isn't just beaten, it's thrown into an active supervolcano but it really pisses me off and it's why I hate the new Star Wars stuff (well OK hate is a bit strong but they're uh Not Good) but I'll get to that. What corpos can't seem to get into their bloated skulls is that one cannot exist without the other. You need to put out good, quality content with value so that fans like it so they give you money so they increase your profits so you can make more content and so on. But somewhere down the line some fuckhead went "what if we just pushed out what we have?" and just kinda expected us to not take notice.

Now before the comments section gets all hot and bothered because I know some people on this site don't have the gift of reading comprehension, I know profits are important, I'm saying when companies shun good filmmaking for more money, they get lazy and all they can think about is profit and not how they make that profit, they don't care at all about using that money to make more good, valuable content.

One Day At A Time

I've never watched One Day At A Time but the fact Netflix just outright cancelled it knowing damn well what it meant to the people the characters are representing is just disgusting. And they have the fucking audacity to blame it on the viewership? I've seen hundreds of artworks, gifs and a video clip here and there of this show. I've seen precisely one (1) meme of 13 Reasons Why and that is literally it. I'm not following the tags for either. Plus, #saveODAAT has, last I checked, 350k tweets on trending or thereabouts?

So obviously the viewership isn't the problem, it's the racism and homophobia of cancelling a Spanish (? - again, never seen it), LGBT+ focused show that a lot of people quite happily and positively connect with when a crap show about suicide and Friends gets to stay on. It's just ugh. Cancelling a show like this then paying something like $100mil to keep Friends. I was going to expand on the shitty capitalism here but tbh that's it, Netflix are making bad decisions and like I say, I'm only going to touch on it because it's not the main part.

Star Wars

Go watch the original trilogy and it's clear George Lucas was trying to create and do. He was trying to make art. The key difference between that and modern SW to me is BB8. Look at C3PO and R2D2 and already you can see they belong. C3PO is a translator droid and I'm not sure what exactly R2's job description is but it's obvious he does some kind of pilot assistance for X-Wing fighters. I never understood people who said R2 never did anything, because they obviously haven't seen Star Wars. You get that this is an R2 unit, right? Like, there's more than one out there and they have a job they were specifically built to do, it's just this one particular R2 unit who had to carry the message? Anyway, I'm derailing. R2 and C3PO have functions and they're clearly not new, they've been used for a long time. Then you look at BB8 and instantly it's like "this is a toy. This so called character was designed to sell toys". And then he was. He's a toy, he's on bags, notebooks, pens, clothes, everywhere. Disney is less concerned about making a Star Wars movie and more about making money off of the Star Wars name.

Into The Spider-Verse VS YA Movies

YA movies tend to suck because they were adapted from books and we all know how that pans out but the reason I'm using YA books specifically is because my mind jumped to The Hunger Games. I couldn't tell you a single fucking thing that happens in those movies. They're so dull and dead and forgettable and the characters are borderline unlikeable but you know which one I do like? Catching Fire, for one reason and one reason only: Jena Malone as Joanna Mason. Save for Haymitch, she's the only character I liked because those two are the only characters with any kind of charisma or life to them. They made an at most halfway decent attempt overall at recreating some otherwise really great books and they made a big show out of it, hiring some pretty well known names. And I'm not disparaging their performances, it was just what I call, ever since Suicide Squad came out, the Harley Quinn effect, in which good actors get given a good character and perform them really well and, through no fault of their own, fuck it up because the character was written poorly and no matter how well they act, if the script doesn't change, the performance will always be shit. The same for Divergent. And Percy Jackson. And Fault In Our Stars.

Then outside all of that you have Perks Of Being A Wallflower which is just a great, heartwarming movie because the characters feel like people and the brightness isn't turned way the fuck down in post and you actually want to be invested, and they're not afraid to have a colour palette beyond a splash of pink here and blue there and red there. Plus, Ant-Man as an English teacher. THEN you go watch Spider-Verse and oh hey. I can actually see the movie now. And I mean see it. They do not slack off when it comes to visuals. Even by animation's standards, everyone is so expressive and alive and... animated. Sorry, I couldn't get a better word but they are! When you look at Miles in comparison to Katniss in terms of writing and performance, the difference is just startling. The only times I can think of where Katniss shows any kind of emotion in the first movie is when she slams the knife in the table and Rue's funeral and I had to think about that. Without thinking for Miles, already I've got "who's Morales?", the scene where Uncle Aaron teaches him the shoulder touch, the scene where Miles spray paints in the subway, that scene in the alley, the moment in Olivia's office when he just freezes after she says she can't wait to watch Peter in immense pain Like That and made all the wlws melt in their seats. You get the idea. So what's the point for this section? Well, as simply as I can put it, Hunger Games was made with money, for money. Spiderverse was made with love, for love. Spiderverse cared about people who read comic books and paid more than enough tribute to the art forms people think of as lesser for no goddamn reason other than elitism and proved for the thousandth time that it is something that can be used in filmmaking. They were trying to make art. Hunger Games and most other YA novel movie adaptations saw a preestablished fan base they could exploit for money. They were trying to make money.

Rambo

This was a weird one, yeah. Don't worry I was confused too when it popped into my head. I saw the original Rambo a while back and what I liked about it (and Apocalypse Now) is it wasn't a war film where the USA charge in and hooray everything's all right, this movie grabs your shirt and says "hey. Vietnam did something to these guys and they're not OK. Probably they'll never be OK". Then I watched the Rambo reboot that came out in like 2011 or something and I remember thinking "OK so now he's just this dude? Who lives in Thailand... And what, that's it?" There was no scene to show his psychological state today. Nothing to acknowledge his PTSD. They just thought "hey! Let's make Rambo but this time, just give him guns and and yelling and spray some blood!" The reason I kind of ended this train of thought quickly is because I realised that, let's be real, the main body of Rambo's audience just want to see Sly Stallone kill some fools. But yeah, the fact that they just ignored John's mental state in place of mega violence is such a glaringly obvious move to just appeal to violent teenage boys.

The Auteur

My favourite director is Wes Anderson and my favourite movie is The Grand Budapest Hotel (though Panos Cosmatos seems to be eyeing these titles with Beyond The Black Rainbow and Mandy, I haven't watched them yet). Quentin Tarantino, Spike Lee, Wes Anderson, auteurs always stand out even though their movies are all the same, and I think the reason they're so successful is because that specific style is so much better than most other mainstream cinema. I'm not saying that those other movies are bad, I love them and will watch them again and again but I'm saying Wes Anderson could make a short movie and it would be better than most Marvel movies put together (don't talk to me about Captain Marvel, I haven't seen it yet. Gonna see it this Sunday). No matter what you think of these directors, you can instantly tell the difference between these movies that they care about and the passion and hard work they put in and Disney pumping out their 400th reboot.

It Keeps Working

You guys wanna know the thought that keeps me up at night? Someday they're going to make a Fortnite movie. You guys wanna know why it keeps me up at night? Because it's going to be popular. Yeah, obviously not at the box office, because it'll be a videogame movie and those are worse than book movies, but it will be popular for no apparent reason. And what pisses me off is that Fortnite's popularity is only because of the battle royale mode, which has now essentially become synonymous with dying franchises and it just adds another layer to the lack of creative effort and the movie will just be Hunger Games with guns. Exactly the same as what I said at the start of this rant, there's a really noticeable shift from making content to jumping on whatever bandwagon is passing by because you know it'll make you money. Yeah, you have to spend money to make money but that doesn't mean you get complacent in what you spend your money on or if you spend money at all because when you cut corners, consumers can see that shit.

Anyway I'm done complaining thanks for having the willpower to pay attention to my dumb opinions.

#discourse #odaat #one day at a time #capitalism #star wars #into the spiderverse #rambo #long post #hunger games #hunger games: catching fire #ya fiction #young adult fiction #netflix #eat the rich #corpo #captain marvel #marvel #disney

[reader-writer-fucker]

Venom 2018

space 

SONY 

white dot 

spaceship 

boom 

she strong 

eww her leg 

i like eddies wallpaper 

this rap song isnt that good 

the brock report 

hes from luke cage!!!!! 

eddie lying huh? 

thats what my mom told me 

your not so bad yourself champ 

he got nice lips for a white boy 

he in her inbox eww 

dont do it ed 

nasty boy 

uh oh 

notice he didnt let her ask her question of him 

space is cool tho eddie 

no he bout to do it

i skipped the interview :( 

damn she be walking huh? 

she munch 

she slice 

she transfer 

he lost his job huh? 

they hurt the bunny 

hes an evil fuck face 

but its funny (not funny) that hes a m.o.c. 

i like that homeless lady 

i like mrs.chen 

lol u look like shit 

:( she got robbed 

i bet he smells like corn chips

he got bills baby 

hell nah 

id call the cops 

whose they guinea pig? 

he wildin 

he think he god

isaac bout to die 

did they kill the homeless lady 

yass dorris 

edddie lookin like a creep 

i like dan 

i like her dress 

i was one of them 

i like ann

hoe dont do it 

oh my god 

oh its dora 

shut up ed 

hood up white boy 

security gaurd look good 

its gettin suspenseful 

oh he need some milk 

oh they fucked her up 

cool

no closed doors in my house

he run

he dance 

he climb 

he hungry 

im grossed out 

he need a bath

she lie

how he fired

i dont like how they have a women of color following a little white girl into the restroom 

ooo the lobster scene 

he look so nasty 

this is dead dead 

he said shh 

he snak 

venom dont like that at all 

that dog know whats up 

poor dora 

ur hurting it not the man it 

venom aint playin 

she bout to die

eddie aint gonna die

dont trust him 

oh nah

dont do it 

stupid bitch 

they so cute

cool but gross 

he aint getting his deposit back

i have a parasite

oh he hurt his feelings 

the bike dont need no key

aww thank u u welcome

nasty gum

eddie funny af

you arenot going to die

that was actually preety cool 

im eddie 

you are a loser eddie 

thats why i dont fuck with kids

 no texting and driving 

carlton and the sybiote gonna form 

venom jelly 

white ppl 

in just this case im a monster fucker 

maybe 

not sure

pussy lol

mask coppy cool af 

he stole the hulks moves

i really like anne

annes a bad bitch 

he need food

he need a bath 

Drone 

is carlton dead 

annes a bad bitch 

eddies so funny

v bout to eat 

they took his eddie

carlton need to shut up

eddie is so fucking funny

no we carlton 

did ur mama not love u

nasty 

that is the third grossest kiss ive ever seen 

not today

i love anne 

id smash anne 

that dr shook 

i love venom 

aww veddie 

aww poor science guy 

knife hands

he got shit u aint never seen 

porcupine 

eddie ride or die 

i like anne alot 

damn was that loki

stab the engines 

venom noo:( 

venom kissed eddie 

she has no idea we are going to win her back im dead

annie know

and juicy 

i feel bad for mrs.chen 

parasite!! lol 

is that eminem ??? 

END CREDIT

that correctional officer was on the darkest minds

heyy haymitch

so haymitch got a symbyoite(?) 

#venom #venom 2018 #tom hardy #movie review #:( #9/10 stars #could have had more but subtle racism and all that

[ellanainthetardis]

Episode 2 starts today! I hope you will enjoy it

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Episode 2: The Art Of Stealing Hearts

1.

Haymitch hated teaching.

It wasn’t the first time the Council forged degrees and recommendations for him to be hired at a school as a History teacher and, mostly, he could do the job alright. History went surprisingly hand in hand with the study of demonology and it wasn’t like the standards at Seam High were really demanding to begin with. But, oh, how he hated having to deal with hormonal teenagers all day long… Sure, it allowed him to keep an eye on Katniss and to be close at hands if his Slayer needed him. But it was also a pain.

The thing he really hated about teaching though? Even more than the teenagers and the endless drama? The paperwork that schools required from time to time.

He liked Plutarch Heavensbee well enough. He was a nice guy if a little smug for someone who had ended up at the head of a school with the highest rate of suspicious disappearances in the country… He didn’t like, however, how obsessed the man was with written reports, forms and memos. Everything that happened in his teachers’ classrooms, Plutarch had to know about. You wanted to send a kid to detention? You had to fill two forms detailing the incident that had led to the punishment as well as the reasons you felt it necessary to assign detention. It was such a pain that most of the teachers had renounced giving out detentions at all.

Except, Marvel Quaid had gone and tossed a water balloon at Glimmer Rambin in the middle of third period the other day – because she had been wearing a ridiculously short white dress and boys that age were obsessed with girls and, to add insult to injury, the water balloon in question had turned out to be a condom – and he had had no other choice but to give out detention. And a lecture.

Fuck, but he hated his job.  

Plutarch had been on his case about him not having filled the proper paperwork for days at this point and it was starting to become more irritating to have to listen to the Principal’s gentle chiding than it would have been to fill the form.

So he had filled the form.

He grumbled under his breath about stupid boys full of hormones and zero brain cells all the way to the Principal’s office and glared at all the kids who dared stumble into his path. More than one shouted a greeting. For whatever reason, through no fault of his own, most of his students seemed to like him. Maybe because he had a policy that he didn’t really care what they were up to in his classroom as long as they didn’t bother him – it didn’t matter at all to him if they were listening to him rattling out random dates and facts, most days he selected a documentary on the computer and let the machine do the job for him.

The secretary’s office – the antechamber to Plutarch’s office because the man liked to pretend he was a Secretary of State and not a school Principal – was just as busy as usual and the new assistant – a fancy title that was probably more fashionable than plain old secretary – didn’t seem to know what to prioritize.

Haymitch settled for leaning against the wall next to the Biology teacher and wait his turn. He answered Felindra Tigris’s greeting with a smile and a polite nod. She was pretty in an odd sort of way, with red hair that made him think of a lion’s mane and eyes you couldn’t help but stare back at. She was a flirt too and Haymitch tended to flirt back simply because it had been a long time since he had gotten laid and he was starting to feel the urge to scratch that particular itch.

They exchanged recent stories about students while they waited for the secretary to finish tearing whoever she was talking to on the phone to shreds. Haymitch had forgotten her name. She had only been there for a little over a week, the previous assistant had become vampire snacks and she had just been replaced. There was a lot of turnover on the staff front. But, then again, it was the Seam. Teachers had already had a limited lifespan when he had been in school. The proximity of the Hellmouth wasn’t helping.

Whatever her name was, she was attractive. She had curves but he had never minded that and he was certainly enjoying the low cut shirt she was wearing. The silver flowers tattooed on her left cheek were a little shocking at first but he had seen worse fashion statements in his time.

Hell, there had been that time in his youth when mullets had been in fashion and he had fancied himself a rebel…

“Is Plutarch in?” he asked hopefully the moment she placed the phone back on its cradle. “I’ve got those detention forms for him…”

“Principal Heavensbee is with the new Art teacher. Leave them with me.” the woman sighed, her lips pursed. She almost glared at the slightly crumpled sheets of paper he placed on the corner of her desk. “I have never seen so much paperwork anywhere else I worked at. I will end up buried under papers.”

“Send an sos and I’ll come rescue you.” he half-joked, half-offered. Yeah, he really was feeling that itch. “Sorry, I forgot your name.”

“Fulvia.” she answered with a bright smile. “Fulvia Cardew…” She glanced at the paper. “Mr Abernathy.”

“Haymitch.” He grinned.

“And what do you teach, Haymitch?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Given that she was sitting at her desk and he was standing up, it gave him a very nice view down her…

“History.” Felindra cut in, sounding both amused and a little vexed. Next thing he knew, the Biology teacher was standing right next to him and was running her hand down his arm. He lost all interest in Fulvia because, really, when push came to shove, Felindra Tigris just had that little something that made him… “If you are finished, Haymitch… I hate to chase you but I do have some request forms to fill for more lab rats and you know Plutarch always wants those in triplicate…”

“Triplicate!” Fulvia gasped.

Haymitch wisely decided to retreat before he could be swept into the paperwork of hell. He buried his hands in his pockets as he briskly walked back to his classroom, his mind busy contemplating the prospects of taking some remedial Biology lessons… There was a new spring to his steps and he was whistling a little, he nodded back to the students who greeted him, feeling in a much better mood than ten minutes earlier. Being free of paperwork was good.

“Are you drunk?” Katniss mocked with a lifted eyebrow when they crossed paths as she was headed to her Math class. Old Woof was impatiently waving the latecomers into his classroom, snatching baseball caps off heads as they went, and Haymitch was suddenly very happy to have a period off. Another hour he didn’t have to deal with idiots was a good hour.

“If only.” he snorted, shoving her toward the classroom. She tossed him a glare but he knew he hadn’t hurt her, for one: superstrength; for another: nobody could have guessed she had half-burned to death a mere two weeks earlier. “Go get an education.”

He had work of his own to do.

He left the door of his classroom open behind him simply because it would spare him the effort of having to stand up and open it for his next class, and settled behind his desk. Then he pulled out the now crumpled sketch of Cashmere’s face they didn’t need anymore – because when a woman tried to kill you, you tended not to forget her face so easily – and a couple of Watcher journals. There were thousands of them and so far he hadn’t been very lucky. He hadn’t found a mention of Cashmere or who the ‘others’ who were supposed to follow her into town could be and he hadn’t, either, figured out how they were planning on freeing the worst vampire Haymitch had ever had the displeasure to meet from his hell prison.

He skimmed through the life of a Slayer who had lived in the beginning of the sixties, growing a little frustrated by the long and not so fruitful search. He had been on it for two weeks already and he was starting to wonder if focusing on the Slayers from the last century was a good idea after all. It had seemed like a logical choice. If she had been older than one hundred years old, chances were he would have heard of Cashmere before… Vampires who lived that long tended to get famous for slaughter or attempts at triggering an apocalypse or two. There were exceptions though of course…

He was contemplating fishing his flask out of his desk for a small gulp when there was a quick joyful knock on the doorframe of his classroom. And then he remembered why he liked to keep his door shut.

He looked up and winced not too welcomingly at Plutarch. But then his eyes glided behind the principal and to her and the gibe he had been about to blurt out remained stuck in his throat. The woman was beautiful in a way nobody had any business being beautiful.

She was tall – although that might have to do with the towering heels she was perched on – she was wearing a dove grey high-waist pencil skirt that only showed off the shape and length of her legs, her white blouse had some pink frills that might have looked more ridiculous if she hadn’t possessed a regal bearing… His eyes lingered on the legs and stopped on her breasts – not much there but just enough to be appealing – traveled up her slender neck and to her face where an amused smile stretched her red-painted lips. Confidence was written on every of her slightly aristocratic features and he decided she was one of those women who knew the effect they had on other people and had no qualm playing with it. Her blond hair looked curly but it was tamed in a professional if a little fancy bun and her eyes, when he finally met them, were so very blue he faltered for a second.

She was beautiful, there was no other term for it. So beautiful, she chased any idea of Remedial Biology right out of his head.

What had Fulvia said? That Plutarch was with a new teacher? He couldn’t remember what the stranger was supposed to teach but he was pretty sure he was going to develop a sudden interest for the subject.

“Morning, Haymitch.” Plutarch greeted with his usual exuberance. A positive attitude was apparently important when you were trying to run a school. “I’m sorry to disturb you but I was wondering about those forms…”

“Just dropped them off on your secretary’s desk.” he grumbled, not even fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Assistant.” he corrected, stepping into the classroom, the woman right behind him. “Very good. Very good. Oh, where are my manners!”  He gestured at the woman who stepped forward with a bright smile that made his stomach clench. “Meet Miss Trinket, our new Art teacher. I was just giving her the tour. Effie, this is Haymitch Abernathy, our History teacher.”

“Nice to meet you.” she politely offered. He shook the hand she outstretched but didn’t release it at once. There was something about the way she talked, the rhythm… She wasn’t from around there, that was for sure. Her amusement seemed to increase for some reason. “May I have my hand back?”

He let go of her hand without hurrying, tilting his head to the side to study her better. “British?”

Hastily concealed surprise flashed on her face. She looked a little put out. “Most people are not able to tell.”

And, suddenly, he lost all interest. Suspicion was rising its ugly head and her looks weren’t enough to make him ignore it. Coincidences were possible, of course. But a British woman getting hired at a school in the backend of the country when the Council was so reluctant to take his calls lately? Not likely.

Besides, she looked like a poster child for a Watcher. Wealthy, full of herself and entitled. He was ready to bet she came from a long line of Watchers too, that was kind of a family business after all, handed down from fathers to sons – or in some cases, although it was rare, daughters. He was the exception to the rule, brought into the job by fate, life and the woman who had raised him to become one.

“Really?” he snorted. “With that posh accent, seems obvious to me.”

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, any trace of amusement gone. “Perhaps my accent is posh but you are lacking in the manners department.”

“So sorry, your highness…” he mocked. “You want me to bow?”

“Miss Trinket comes straight from London, Haymitch.” Plutarch cut in with a diplomatic tone but a chiding look for him. “Her references are impressive. We were lucky to find her.”

“I’m sure…” he sneered. “And what brings such a catch to our little town? Let me guess… You’ve got a taste for the wildlife… We do have a nice collection of strange animals in the Seam.”

She didn’t so much as blink, her face remained neutral. At least, she had a good poker face. That, or he was entirely wrong and she wasn’t at all there to spy on him.

But they had sent Finnick last time and he knew Coin only trusted him as far as she could toss him. A part of him had been waiting for the Council to make a move ever since he had called in to report suspicious activities around the Hellmouth.

“My family lives in the States and I have been away from them too long.” she replied. If it was a lie, he couldn’t detect it.

“And where do they live exactly?” he insisted.

“Los Angeles.” she answered with obvious reluctance. Probably because she had no business settling down in a town in rural Virginia if her parents were on the opposite coast. And she knew she was caught.

He smirked in triumph. “Either you’re not very good at geography or you got lost.”

“I happen to like the country.” she huffed with a small glare before turning to the Principal with a miffed expression on her face. “I do apologize, Principal Heavensbee, I thought you were the one conducting job interviews in this school. It was also my understanding that I was already hired.”

Plutarch laughed a fake laugh as if her joke was hilarious.

It wasn’t.

“Isn’t she charming?”  he asked Haymitch in a warning tone. “I am sure you two will be the best of friends in no time at all. You have so much in common. Haymitch is a new addition to our school too…”

“The rate you’re losing your staff, I’m one of the oldest by now.” Haymitch commented, still studying her in a way that was neither polite nor as disinterested as he wanted it to be.

“And he did a lot of traveling, not unlike you. Didn’t you, Haymitch?” Plutarch insisted, ignoring his intervention. “Effie was just telling me she has been pretty much everywhere around the globe. Haymitch was quite the globetrotter himself before he settled down here.”

“Were you, now?” the woman hummed with utter lack of interest. Then, her gaze fell on Cashmere’s portrait and Haymitch quickly thrust it between the pages of his book and snapped that shut. Her eyes lingered on the leather bound journal. “You should be careful with those old books. They look precious.”

“Don’t you worry about these books.” He scowled. “They’re in the right hands.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “I doubt books that look that ancient have any business laying unattended in a high school classroom. They should be in a library handled with care. And special gloves. But I am sure you know better than I do, of course.”

She wasn’t wrong there but he certainly wasn’t going to admit it. If his mother’s Watcher could see what he was doing with those journals, she would have his hide.

“You’re a book expert on top of being an Art teacher?” he challenged. Was she even trying to keep her cover?

“You will find I am an expert in many things, Mr Abernathy.” she retorted with a grin that, while being perfectly innocent, somehow managed to convey that the meaning behind her words was not.

He felt himself smirk. Not entirely on purpose. And he didn’t avert his eyes because he wouldn’t look away first. If she wanted to make this difficult, he would be happy to oblige.

Plutarch muffled a cough into his fist.

She let her gaze linger a second longer before turning toward the Principal, just long enough to let him know he hadn’t won anything but that the match had to be postponed for now. “Perhaps we could continue our tour? I am fairly sure I do not need to be so well acquainted with Mr Abernathy’s classroom.”

“Of course, of course.” Plutarch approved, gesturing at her to precede him outside. He stopped halfway to the door though and turned back to Haymitch, prompting the woman to do the same. “While I’ve got you here and before I forget… Gale Hawthorne has been camping in my office again… Is there absolutely no way you could convince Miss Everdeen to get back on the archery team?”

Haymitch really didn’t want to discuss his Slayer in front of a potential Council spy.  

“I’ve told you before, she’s focusing on other things right now.” he dismissed.

“Her family situation isn’t ideal, of course.” Plutarch sighed. “I suppose as long as she stays out of trouble… It is just… Gale claims she is working for you after school?”

He frowned. “So what?”

He was acutely aware that Trinket was studying her manicure while pretending not to listen in the very attitude of someone who was obviously eavesdropping.

“Well, he made it sound… He seems to be worried you are… Somehow… Abusing your position.” Plutarch awkwardly winced. “I set him straight, of course. But maybe…”

“I ain’t gonna kick the girl out just ‘cause a kid can’t handle rejection.” he warned before the man could even finish that thought. “I ain’t just her teacher or some stranger to her, I’m a family friend. I came back here to take care of her, I explained that to you. And even if that wasn’t a thing.. She’s just a  kid. You really think I would…”

“No. I do not.” Plutarch cut him off firmly. “Like I said, I set him straight. I know you have been helping them out and, to be honest, it’s good to see Katniss not looking like she just escaped some prison camp… She’s obviously fed, she hasn’t been arrested yet and she has even made friends lately. On my end, there is no problem, I am happy to see it work out so well. But rumors are pesky things and…”

“I don’t care much for rumors.” he spat.

“Even so.” the man sighed. “Perhaps, you could encourage her to have a chat with her friend? Clear the air.” He glanced at Trinket and made a face. “I apologize, this was a matter we should have discussed in my office. I would not want you to get ideas, Effie. Katniss is a young troubled girl Haymitch has taken under his wing. There is absolutely nothing untoward going on but you know teenagers…”

“My kid ain’t troubled.” he growled while the woman was making polite no-no noises.

“I do not care much for that label either.” she remarked. “I am sure she is a lovely young lady.”

He almost chuckled at the look Katniss would have if anyone ever called her a lady to her face.

“She’s a good kid.” he answered, in a softer tone. And she would be a great Slayer given the chance. She had the drive to survive. But that would be easier if the Watcher Council didn’t meddle.

Trinket smiled at him. “I cannot wait to meet her.”

He spent a long time after Plutarch had ushered her away wondering if that had been genuine or if it had been a threat.

#hayffie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #thg fanfiction #katniss the vampire slayer series #thg buffy au

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Chasing Hope

Summary: “If I ask you to name all the things you love, how long will it take for you to name yourself?” A story on finding hope, forgiveness and love in a world they never imagined they would survive. Post-MJ. Previously

14. Deserter

"I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing."

— Jack Kerouac 

Haymitch glared at their guest until his line of sight was blocked by Effie's head. She stood in front of him, her palm warm against his folded arms.

"Let her explain," Effie advised, trying to soften the palpable tension in the room.

"What's there to explain? She left the kid with Annie," Haymitch grumbled loud enough that Johanna scowled.

"I need space, okay?" she raised her voice and Effie sighed, moving away to let them talk it out. Peeta reached out to steer her next to him and Katniss, and safely away from them. "You've no idea what it's like being in the same house with a baby."

"He's not still a baby, right?" Katniss frowned. "Finn's - what? - 8, maybe 9 months old?"

“You left Annie alone with the kid,” Haymitch cut in.

Johanna let out a breath and sank onto the chair.

"I did," she rubbed her face angrily and for a wild moment thinking that she was crying, Haymitch's heart lurched.

The last time he had seen her cry was a year after she won when she stormed Twelve's Penthouse and attacked Finnick for never telling her about the prostitution of victors until it was too late for her and her family.

"What do you want to hear? That I'm fucking sorry?" Johanna glared at him.

"There is no need for that kind of language," Effie interjected, taking a step forward once more. "If Katniss had not spotted her sitting by the fountain... Johanna regrets her action, surely you can see it?"

"She should be, she deserted them," Haymitch continued glaring.

Johanna scoffed. "Guess I learnt it from you when you deserted the three of us in the Capitol. Remember that?"

Effie gasped, her hand shot to grip Haymitch's. Peeta's fingers twitched and in a second, he began to tap them against the side of his thigh in a rhythmic gesture. Katniss stared hard; surprised that Johanna would bring that up.

The house plunged into an uncomfortable silence. His stomach roiled and he began to breathe heavily. The weight of Effie’s hand around his wrist was suddenly unwelcomed and he wanted to shake it away but she was just trying to calm him.

He wasn’t … angry. If anything, the guilt became more profound. He had been trying to move on with his life and while he always knew that it would be something he would carry with him throughout his life, he wasn’t expecting to be confronted with it today of all days.

“Johanna…” Effie called her softly, as if she was approaching a wounded animal but that quickly fell on deaf ears.

Johanna’s gaze was fixed on Haymitch when she said, “you made a promise to Finnick, too.”

Haymitch made a noise under his breath and dropped on the chair, running his hand tiredly down his face. It was a timely reminder because he had promised Finnick before he left with the squad to the Capitol. That boy was his as much as Katniss and Peeta is his, same as Johanna.

He couldn’t be there in Four and in Twelve at any given time but he could have done more. When he remembered, he would call them, at times twice a month or once every week but it was always to ask after Annie and the kid. Johanna was head-strong and resolute the way Katniss could be, but like Katniss, she could also break. He should have paid her some attention, he could have asked her how she was doing even if like him, she wouldn’t have given away much.

He could have visited them, more than just that one time when Finn was born. He had promised Finnick he would take care of his family and he wasn’t doing a good job of it, leaving the responsibilities squarely on Johanna’s shoulders.

“I should have done more,” he muttered.

Effie looked stricken. “I could have done something as well. I could have visited and lend a hand.”

“You could have,” Johanna shrugged and exhaled. “I feel like shit coming here, alright? Haymitch needs to keep an eye on his precious bird,” she shot Katniss a look which Katniss returned with a disdainful scowl, “and he couldn’t drag you all the way to Four without permission. I mean, I get it but – “

She stood up abruptly only to perch herself on the window sill.

“I want to live and have fun,” she glowered at her boots, unable to look them in the eye. “I can’t even go to the bar and bring a guy home because Annie doesn’t want strangers in the house and if I’m gone the night, she worries her head off thinking I won’t be coming back like Finnick didn’t. Stupid man, he had to go and get himself killed, and now I’m saddled with his widow and his kid – it makes me angry because I can’t live my fucking life but it’s fucking wrong to think that way cause the guy’s dead and if he had a choice he’d rather be here so I shouldn’t be complaining. Annie’s family and so is the kid, right? And I don’t have many of those – family and friends. So yeah,” she shrugged again, glaring at each of them in turn as if daring them to call her out for actually sharing how she felt, “I feel fucking rotten and it makes me look like the bad guy.”

Haymitch exchanged a look with Effie, expecting her to have something comforting or useful to stay but she seemed as helpless as he was. It was Katniss who surprised them.

“I don’t think it’s wrong to think that way or feel that way,” she said. Katniss hesitated for a brief moment, until Peeta gave an encouraging nod before she went on to share. “I know what it’s like to step in and be the one to hold everything together. My dad died in the mines and my mum was worse off than Annie. I had Prim,” she swallowed, not looking at Johanna, “to take care off. Just like you have Finn… Sometimes I feel like it’s a burden I shouldn’t carry but that doesn’t last very long.”

Johanna crossed her arms in front of her, watching Katniss curiously.

“Did you run off like I did when it gets too much?” Johanna smirked.

“In a way…” Katniss answered. “I ran off to the woods with Gale to hunt for a few hours. Maybe that’s what you need, too. You have to find your woods.”

Johanna huffed, staring out of the window.

“I’m going to call her. She must be losing her head,” she muttered, walking in the direction of the phone.

Haymitch lingered at the sitting room in his own house. Peeta and Katniss left to check on their other three guests back at Peeta’s house.

“Johanna needs a break. That is all,” Effie said. “I have been so caught up in my own healing that – “

“Don’t,” Haymitch growled a warning. “It ain’t on you.”

“They are our responsibility as well. It is not just Katniss and Peeta next door. But… Johanna and Annie are not staying around here and we just forgot. That’s the truth, isn’t it? We forgot that they might need our help, too.”

“Since when did we decide to adopt all these kids?” Haymitch snorted.

“All these kids and a grandchild,” Effie teased.

Haymitch wrinkled his nose but he was quick to say, “So you’re a grandma. I’ll be sure to let Finn call you that when he’s older.”

“You are the worst,” Effie teased. “I should visit them.”

“We should visit Four,” Haymitch corrected, “and we should make a practice of it. Thoughts?”

Effie smiled. “I think that is marvellous.”

There was no discussion on when that would be but Haymitch assumed that once Johanna is ready to leave, Effie would follow. He would just have to ensure that the project here in Twelve would be in capable hands while he was gone and he would have to inform the city that he would be leaving Katniss unattended for a while. With more than a year after her trial and the progress she was making, Haymitch was hoping for some leniency on that front. Katniss no longer require constant supervision after all.

While Johanna was here, it seemed that she fully enjoyed her time without the responsibility of caring after a toddler. She had dragged Effie together with Cressida and a wholly reluctant Katniss for a night out. Haymitch remained awake, sitting by the porch as he waited for their return and when the clock went past midnight with no sign of either of them, he was tempted to search for them himself.

He saw their silhouette an hour later. Katniss was supporting an inebriated Johanna while Effie guided a tipsy Cressida by the crook of her elbow down the path of Victor’s Village.

Haymitch did not think they would be foolish enough to repeat this scene again but it happened the night after. Effie went to keep an eye on Johanna more than anything else and despite her reluctance, Katniss went out of loyalty to the woman who was filling Finnick’s shoes.

“No more getting drunk,” Haymitch scowled as he stood by the doorway of the guest bedroom while Effie removed Johanna’s shoes. “You too, sweetheart.”

“I am not drunk, thank you very much,” Effie retorted.

“Can’t you think of something else to do with Jo other than the bar?”

She tossed him a look, a very amused one. “I never thought I’d see the day when a request to stop frequenting a bar would ever come from you.”

“I’m gonna go back to Finn and Annie,” Johanna slurred and belched, much to Effie’s horror. “I won’t – I’m not giving up on ‘em. I like them and Annie’s my friend. Like you,” she patted Effie’s cheek.

“She’s fucking gone,” Haymitch chuckled.

“And Finn’s so cute,” Johanna declared, something he was sure she would never be caught dead admitting out loud. “Wha’cha think, Trinket? He’s the cutest baby.”

“Yes, he is,” Effie indulged. “Go to sleep now.”

Effie reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, something she often did even when she slept in his bed. There was something about complete darkness that made her anxious, and he assumed, Johanna as well.

“Hey,” Johanna grabbed her wrist and tugged hard, causing Effie to lurch forward with her face inches away from the young woman.

Haymitch took a step just in case in her drunken haze Johanna might mistake Effie for someone else or mistook her for a threat.

“Trinket,” she mumbled and Haymitch relaxed a little. “Remember what I said to you in that cell?”

Effie exhaled shakily, the reminder of prison was never something pleasant or a topic she willingly talked about.

“What did you say to me? There were plenty…”

"If I die …,” Johanna paused to burp but Haymitch doubted it was that that made Effie grimace. It was likely the mention of her hypothetical death. “If I die… I want to die yelling and laughing, instead of crying like a fucking baby."

"Yes, I remember."

"I think that's how I'm gonna live my life from now," Johanna vowed. “I’ll make sure every day is gonna be kickass and I’m gonna teach Finn everything ‘cause it’s my job now. Finnick would want me to.”

“That’s good, Johanna,” Effie nodded, brushing her hair back. “Always forward, yes? We live our lives now.”

She nodded and turned on her sides, clutching the bolster close to her chest.

“Goodnight,” Effie said to the now sleeping woman.

In the Godfather’s novel, Peter Clemenza says, “May we live our lives, so that when we die we are smiling & while everyone else is crying like a fucking baby.”

A/N: The mention of Johanna crying in the Penthouse/attacking Finnick was in reference to Chap 19 of Between Lives, if you wanna check that out. S o you know the drill, reviews are cotton candy and leaving me one will make my day. Tell me what you make of Johanna being in Twelve. Poor Jo, she had too much on a plate, being somewhat of an adoptive mother to Finn.

#hayffie #johanna mason #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #everlark #chasing hope

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

i rewatched the original hunger games movie,, have a liveblog because why the fuck not:

- i have such a hard time connecting donald sutherland’s snow with tbosas snow

- okay wait does every district have their own effie?? bc i want to learn more about that

- peeta is so much more babygirl than i remember him being

- okay now i’m seeing it a bit more because snow really does sound like gaul at certain points

- god this whole premise is so fucked up. like. oh my god.

- i love haymitch so much,, him being katniss’ father figure makes me so 😭😭

- the tech of the arena is wild i forgot how man-made it is

- i adore how charismatic haymitch can be when he wants to

- rue my beloved :’)

- the tracker jacker scene is CRAZY what a fucked up way to die

- rue’s death scene & everything that immediately follows it is ROUGH,, i’ve seen this movie multiple times before but i was still crying

- but also the katniss and sejanus parallels that people have pointed out in that scene (her with the flowers and him with the bread crumbs) make me insane

- “everyone likes an underdog” “i don’t.” 👀

- snow talking about going to district twelve and i’m just like 🤨🫵

- i literally could not give less of a shit about gale,, every time they cut to him just brooding back in district twelve?? awful.

- peeta going “then come here. please.” and them cuddling?? i’m insane 😭

- “now there’s no way i’m letting you go” no bc why is peeta so much more charming than i remember!!

- the guy from district 11 not killing katniss always gets me 🥲

- this is somewhat unrelated but,, if i had a nickel for every time i watched hunger games on an airplane with really bad turbulence, i’d have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

- the theory (that i wholeheartedly believe) about foxface killing herself is so. god. yeah.

- i always wish the movie had the whole thing from the books about the wolf-mutt things being the dead tributes because that is the type of fucked up shit i enjoy

- cato’s whole “i’m dead anyways” speech versus coral’s “i can’t have killed them all for nothing” bit……. i love me some messed up parallels

- the gamemakers changing the rules again is so fucking foul,, like i know that’s the whole point but goddamn….

- i genuinely had no memory of seneca dying,, little bitch deserved it though and also the method of killing him was lowkey kinda cool

- i love the new context tbosas gives,, snow saying “what a lovely pin” but we know that internally he’s freaking the fuck out

#i love these movies so much you guys #hopefully i can rewatch catching fire sometime soon bc that one is my favorite by far #the hunger games #eli.posts