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Rises from the ashes of district 12

Too soon?

You guys wanna write with Gale??? LET'S DO IT!!!

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Send me HC + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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↞ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇ; HEADCANON.

Gale doesn’t like sex with random people. He wants it to mean something, which is why he needs to feel that bond and connection with someone. This stems from back in twelve once, when Katniss was sick one year and game was really scarce. He was trying to trade any and everything he could, but everyone was struggling.

He went to the more wealthy part of town to do his normal business there, and one of the women who answered the door promised him handsome pay if he��d give her some time. How could he turn it down? From then on, when things got really tough, he’d visit her again, and sometimes her friends. They paid so well, but he didn’t enjoy it at all. He’d much rather have that connection with someone.

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Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

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chaoslulled​:

she hates this part more than the rest of them.  she had endured the parades and the annoying praise and hatred from the districts.  hell, she could even attempt to care about president snow and his approval.  but this?  watching the games, watching the cannon fire count, the deaths of the tributes?  it makes her sick.  and yet every year they are drawn into this without fail; chosen and damned all at once, a reminder of what they are, who they are.  they are meant to be reminded that their debt to the capitol can never truly be paid  ––  they could be in that arena, the capitol pulling the strings again if they didn’t stay in line.  cherri understands now why haymitch drinks.  she understands why the other victors look so haunted at any given point.  you do what you have to do in that arena, but you never truly leave it there.  it festers in you and you see it in nightmares, in dreams, in hallucinations.  you never stop being in that arena.

cherri breathes in the fresh air  ––  or as fresh as it can get here; she misses her district and the scent of wood all around her, making her sneeze.  it’s such a small, annoying detail, but she misses it.  misses the scent of rain that hangs in the soil, the way that she would crouch and watch baby animals in the late spring.  she misses who she had been before  ––  the girl who hadn’t cared, who had felt the world around her and became one with it.  now she doesn’t know who she is  ––  the capitol had erased the innocence in her and replaced it with nothing but darkness.

the footfalls immediately have her tensing up, but once she hears gale’s voice she allows her shoulders to droop.  arms wrap around herself and she glances up from the log she’s been sitting on; there’s something off about it in the way that everything in the capitol is.  〝i’m…doing,〞 is what she finally settles on for an answer, fingers coming up to brush red hair back from her face.  she squints up at him, at the way the city lights make him stand out even more in this grove.  〝they forced, i’m sorry–– invited, you here too?〞  a small frown is settled onto her features, but she moves over, a silent invite of her own.  〝how are you holding up?〞

gale huffs a laugh, though there was no joy, just stress really. “they did quite forcefully invite me here, too, yeah,” he says, allowing himself to take a seat on the log that, to anyone out here in the capitol screamed solace and peace in the woods. but there was something off about everything in the capitol and it felt like a false sense of security more than anything. 

but gale takes a seat next to cherri and offers the best smile he can muster. “i’m... doing,” he agrees with the way she had put it. “ready for these games to be over already on day one, but nothing new there...” he says with a soft sigh as tired and haunted gray eyes settle on a particularly wide tree nearby. 

“i just wish that they could see...” he starts, but stops himself. these aren’t his woods. false sense of security, indeed. he glances back to cherrie at his side, his forearms resting on his knees, hands clasped together. “i don’t think i’ll sleep tonight...” he offers a change of his own subject. he can’t speak about the things on his mind here. not under the constant eyes of the capitol. it’s bad enough he can’t even speak his own mind in his home since moving to the victor’s village. but here? in the capitol? he’d be better off an avox. 

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i specifically got up early to be ALONE in this house and here i am NOT alone

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mockingjaybroken​:

@provisoris sent:

❛  why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?  ❜

accepting | 🐝 * ― 𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

“If I get a compliment that actually applies to me, I accept it but most of the time, people are just looking for praise in return. They don’t really mean what they say. They only ever want attention for something they’ve done. I’ve been around long enough to recognize the difference.”

gale pulled the slightest bit of a frown, head shaking. “stick around me long enough and you’ll see i mean what i say,” gale assured her with a soft smile. “sometimes you’re absolutely right. but this is not one of those times,” he said with a hint of a chuckle. “but, more importantly. i have all my gear packed and i am ready to go check out your hometown if you are,” he said adjusting the strap on his back. there was no way he could take his ghostbuster equipment on public transportation, so it would have to be his own truck that he took back. “i know you said no before, but the offer still stands for you to hitch a ride with me... plenty of room in my truck,” he said as fingers tapped against the strap hanging on his shoulder.

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❛  why is it so difficult for you to accept a compliment?  ❜

accepting | 🐝 * ― 𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

"If I get a compliment that actually applies to me, I accept it but most of the time, people are just looking for praise in return. They don't really mean what they say. They only ever want attention for something they've done. I've been around long enough to recognize the difference."

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OKAY IM ON THE LAPTOP LETS GOOOOO (also gonna redo some taggy tags right quick)

↞ ғᴏʀᴛʏ﹣ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇs; MEMES. ↞ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇ; HEADCANON. ↞ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴅᴇʀ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ; GALE HAWTHORNE. ↞ ᴛʜᴀᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ; QUEUE. ↞ sᴜsᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀɴɪᴛʏ; KATNISS EVERDEEN. ↞ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ; EVERTHORNE. ↞ sʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀs ᴍᴇ; CRESSIDA. ↞ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ; AESTHETIC. ↞ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘs; OOC. ↞ ғᴏʟᴋ sᴏɴɢs; MUSIC. ↞ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴀ ʙᴇᴇɴ  ᴍᴇ; PEETA MELLARK. ↞ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴀᴛᴏʀʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡɪɴɢ; PSA. ↞ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ; WISHLIST.

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i was simply looking for my tags post and i get ATTACKED with a forgotten ship?!?!?!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG SOBBING FOREVER

okay but there’s a moment in mockingjay part 1 where effie reaches for gale’s hand, squeezes it, makes eye contact and says it is wonderful to see you again and gale SMILES and brightly. and i dont know what to make of this just eyES EMOJI

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Like this and I will send you memes 👀

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i used to think it’d all get better…

ind. mutually exclusive. gale hawthorne of the hunger games cherished by doc since 2012.

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“Most peacekeepers you can see coming,

                                                       But with Thread you won’t know what hit you,”

Created and Loved by Steph.

Mun has 10+ years of rp expierience

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With love, Sah.

Look at this absolute angel @sah1x1s right now with the positivity and the love!!! Ahhh thank you so much. You were right, I did need to hear your dash post and all of this! Sharing with the dash because we all could use this kinda thing right now 💜

xo,

doc 🥰

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Liam é tão lindo, e essa boca, nossa essa boca dele

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i used to think it’d all get better…

ind. mutually exclusive. gale hawthorne of the hunger games cherished by doc since 2012.

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the nights before reaping day were always stressful. gale had long ago become the man of the house, making sure vic, rory, and posy had everything they needed. the eve of the reaping was no different. with every year that went by, vic was able to hide his nerves better and better and this year, he was given the task of making sure rory and posy were both sufficiently distracted once the after-dinner chores were done.

gale’s focus, after helping his mother with a few preparations, just in case his name was called ( forty-two times this year ) and he wasn’t there to help anymore, turned to making sure his younger siblings made it to bed.

once all of the chores were completed, vic handled rory while gale went to find posy. she was sitting quietly at the table again, so he took the seat closest to her and gave her a smile. “ready for bed, pose?” he asked her, his voice as steady and calm as any other day.

@posxisms liked for a thing!!!