perseusjacksoff:

remember when finnick gets decapitated before he gets to meet his first child haha

(Source: analbeth)

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gigglemonster:

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teacupinastorm:

cinnasownmockingjay:

Hunger Games 30 Day Challenge

Day 13: A character you wish had died: Haymitch

#because he hurt too badly#because he had nightmares that caused him to drink #because he never got over the guilt#because of how many he’s seen died #in person #and has mentored #and because he was the only victor #so he raised them for slaughter #and every year he knew it #and every year they knew it#until he got a pair of fighters

weasleysweaters:

If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.

(Source: inmapollito)

So I take you to the beach, and walk along the sand,

And I’ll make you a heart pendant, with a pebble held in my hand.

And I’ll carve it like a necklace, so the heart falls where your chest is,

And now a piece of me, is a piece of the beach,

and it falls just where it needs to be, and rests peacefully.

You just need to breathe, to feel my heart against yours now, against yours now.

(Source: odairsheart)

(Source: thesnowiestowl)

Gale made a suggestion for us to start a new life somewhere else, like he has. Maybe join my mother. But I can’t leave the woods, the lake, and the primroses in our yard. And Peeta and I have made our own home. It’s been 5 years. It’s awkward at first, but Gale acknowledges that I’m happy with Peeta. Then his eyes are solemn and he’s quieter now. “It’s better this way,” he says.I only nod. We grew up; he’s outgrown his feelings for me. Our friendship isn’t the same anymore but we’ve accepted that fact - I needed almost 4 years of therapy sessions with the doctor for that. And I kept in mind that it’s what Prim would have wanted; acceptance, forgiveness.

The Hunger Games Headcanons: Johanna Mason was actually a part of the sexual scheme in the Capitol after her first Hunger Games. Not unlike Finnick, she had to perform to the wealthy Capitol citizens and sleep with any of them if asked. Under the threat of losing someone she loved, she agreed with playing along like she was having the time of her life, which made her sick. Cashmere did the same, but she would have done it almost willingly, showing pride on being a jewel to even the President himself. Both of them had to wear a necklace that worked as a tracker and were under a constant watch. One day, her brother managed to get her out of there, but their plan to escape failed miserably, as not only he, but her entire family was killed in front of her. Snow chose to let her live because he knew that letting her live with the burden of being responsible for the death of everyone she loved was a greater pain than death itself.

(Source: sansamargaerys)

idontneedyourheroact:

fangirlingforeverz:

jhenne-bean:

nylonplainjane:

jezebel.com: Another Racist Shitstorm Brews Over Casting Hunger Games’ Finnick

SOLD.

HOLY SHIT, THEY CAST THIS GUY AS FINNICK?

I’M GOING TO IGNORE THE RACIST BULL SHIT AND JUST APPRECIATE THIS AMAZING AND GORGEOUS MAN.

OH MY GOD YES JESSE FOR FINNICK

HE’S PERFECT

FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mellarkia:

The Reaping from the Avox, Lavinia’s POV.

There’s a large, abandoned warehouse where we, the Avoxes, are sometimes permitted to watch small sections of important broadcasts if we are not otherwise needed (under heavy supervision, of course). The rich and prosperous do not like our eyes on their expensive televisions. I see only glimpses of television in passing or from the corner of my eye. Staring for too long results in punishment. We gave up the right to free information when we defied the Capitol. But my owner is attending the Capitol gathering to watch the reaping highlights tonight, so I am permitted to watch the broadcast in the warehouse. One old television sits in the middle of the room. The only noise in a crowd of the terminally silent. The Reapings go as usual; horrific, tiresome, thrilling. But the final District is being called, and then I see her, and her strong voice echoes around the space. I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute. Can it be her? Am I mistaken? No. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

(Source: behindthebakery)

iloafyoucatnus:

poco-loca:

humphreeey:

^reblogging for that

no words needed ^