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[abernathed]

Look at you. Just killed a placemat.

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) dir. by Gary Ross

[abernathed]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

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[abernathed]

The Hunger Games Renaissance.

And I realize the impossible has happened. They have actually cheered me up. Haymitch picks up a pork chop with his fingers, which makes Effie frown, and dunks it in his wine. He rips off a hunk of meat and starts to chuckle. “What were their faces like?” I can feel the edges of my mouth tilting up. “Shocked. Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them.” An image pops into my mind. “One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch.” Haymitch guffaws and we all start laughing except Effie, although even she is suppressing a smile. “Well, it serves them right. It’s their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you.” Then her eyes dart around as if she’s said something totally outrageous. “I’m sorry, but that’s what I think,” she says to no one in particular.

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GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ You can’t keep making excuses for every one of [name]’s insane whims. ❜

❛ Genius always looks like insanity at first, though, right? ❜

❛ Hey, please stop fire-spinning inside. ❜

❛ I say it like I see it, no filter. If people can’t handle it, that’s their problem. ❜

❛ You’ve got to stay off the Twitter. ❜

❛ Are you mocking me? ❜

❛ This can’t Shazam. It’s a lamp. ❜

❛ Where’s my speargun? I gotta pack. ❜

❛ He told me you haven’t left the bath for a week. ❜

❛ My mind is a fueled-up racing car, and I got nowhere to drive it. ❜

❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜

❛ There’s someone here for you! With a box! ❜

❛ Hello, stranger danger. ❜

❛ Excuse me, I love your accent. I had to try it. ❜

❛ You must be very special. ❜

❛ When you throw a murder mystery party, you do it right, buddy. ❜

❛ I’m not here. ❜

❛ He’s just staying here. He’s going through things. ❜

❛ This rich-people shit is weird. ❜

❛ This is stretching my stride-taking abilities. ❜

❛ Okay, let’s stop talking and actually start hanging out and having fun. ❜

❛ Why is it on the roof? ❜

❛ I wanted to ask, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ Is this part of the game? ❜

❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜

❛ You really try. I like that. You really make an effort. ❜

❛ You never know when shit’s gonna go down. ❜

❛ I’m uncomfortable. I’m gonna go for a swim. ❜

❛ It’s true. I say it like I see it. ❜

❛ If you want to shake things up, you start with something small. ❜

❛ That’s the place where you have to look within yourself and ask, “Am I the kind of person who will keep going?” ❜

❛ That was some real red-pill stuff. ❜

❛ Every single one of you is holding on for dear life to [name]’s golden titties. ❜

❛ Wow. That was so real. ❜

❛ I’m a truth-teller. Some people can’t handle it. ❜

❛ It’s a dangerous thing to mistake speaking without thought for speaking the truth. Don’t you think? ❜

❛ Are you calling me dangerous? ❜

❛ A few cocktails before I’m murdered. ❜

❛ Halle Berry! That has a kick. ❜

❛ This simple thing that you thought you were looking at, it suddenly takes on layers and depth so complex, it gives you vertigo. ❜

❛ Every time we’ve gotten to the point where I’m going to strangle you, you pull something like this, and it’s magic. ❜

❛ I wanna be responsible for something that gets mentioned in the same breath as the Mona Lisa. ❜

❛ This is reckless. And you’re gonna get somebody killed. ❜

❛ It’s been a memorable weekend already, to be sure, but now the real fun starts. ❜

❛ Tonight, in this very room, a murder will be committed. ❜

❛ Well, to be clear, I mean, I didn’t know what a “blood diamond” was so… ❜

❛ What am I supposed to do now? Play Yahtzee all weekend? ❜

❛ I like the Glass Onion as a metaphor. An object that seems densely layered, but in reality the center is in plain sight. ❜

❛ It’s like putting a loaded gun on the table and turning off the lights! ❜

❛ Well, I’m out of here. Tomorrow morning. Gone. ❜

❛ You’re murdering my vibe. ❜

❛ So you come here, in your Gucci flats, telling us that we owe you? ❜

❛ What do you want? A check? You want performative pity? ❜

❛ I want the truth! ❜

❛ But me, I’m tired of pretending like you’re the victim in this game. ❜

❛ That changes things, right? ❜

❛ Have we ever not pulled through? Pulled it off? ❜

❛ We won’t know the cause of death without an autopsy. ❜

❛ Listen, I must insist that nobody touch the body or disturb anything around it. ❜

Are you treating this as a crime scene then? ❜

❛ I’ll pay you one billion dollars to tell me which one of them tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Oh, fiddlesticks. ❜

❛ Is that a speargun? ❜

❛ Oh, hell’s bells! Just, everybody, just stay here! ❜

❛ I can peel back the layers, I can take it to a point, but what lies at the center, only one person can tell us who killed [name]. ❜

❛ You’re not in the bath again, are you? ❜

❛ Heavens, the dog ate the caviar again. ❜

❛ It’s a stupid idea, right? ❜

❛ Listen, I want to be clear, huh? I am not Batman. ❜

❛ Any feelings of reverence or respect that you had for me when you crossed my threshold, buttress those feelings now. ❜

❛ Yeah, I’m trying real hard to buttress, but this sounds nuts. ❜

❛ Is this safe? ❜

❛ I shouldn’t be here. This is nuts. But I’m here. So let’s do this. ❜

❛ The reality-distortion field ends here. I can’t let you do this. ❜

❛ Look me in the eye! You know it’s a lie! ❜

❛ You must be really great at Clue, huh? ❜

❛ I’m very bad at dumb things. My Achilles’ heel. ❜

❛ This is your last chance to back out. ❜

❛ I think it’s really shitty what they all did to you. ❜

❛ I sold my soul for this. ❜

❛ I thought you said you didn’t drink? ❜

❛ That’s hard kombucha. That’s Jared Leto’s hard kombucha. ❜

❛ We’re running out of time! ❜

❛ Please. Think of the danger here. You gotta step back and let me handle this. ❜

❛ I never email anything that I wouldn’t want to see on the front page of The Times. ❜

❛ I think maybe you should take up drinking. You’re just killing it. ❜

❛ Something is just teasing the edge of my brain. ❜

❛ Oh, if I ever meet Jared Leto, I’m gonna whoop his kombucha-brewing ass. ❜

❛ My therapist says this is a toxic relationship. ❜

❛ We will do what we always do. Deny, half-apologize, and then go silent awhile. ❜

❛ Please tell me you did not think sweatshops are where they make sweatpants. ❜

❛ I will do whatever I have to do to save myself, and he is my only lifeline. ❜

❛ This never happens in Clue. ❜

❛ He’s a son of a bitch. Leave his ass. ❜

❛ I don’t feel sorry for him. He deserved what he got, and you are better off without him. ❜

❛ Please don’t kill me! Oh my God, please don’t kill me! ❜

❛ I’m not trying to kill you, you crazy bitch! ❜

❛ Shitballs! ❜

❛ It hides not behind complexity, but behind mind-numbing obvious clarity. ❜

❛ A veritable minefield of malapropisms and factual errors. ❜

❛ Oh, please. Just tell us who tried to kill me. ❜

❛ Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon. ❜

❛ What is reality?! ❜

❛ Does he keep a vial of poison in his tooth or something? Is that a rich person thing? ❜

❛ Oh, it’s so dumb, it’s brilliant. ❜

❛ No! It’s just dumb! ❜

❛ You dim-witted, brainless jackass! ❜

❛ Your one murder, with any panache at all, and you stole the whole idea from me. ❜

❛ Wow! We got some big accusations flying around here. ❜

❛ You need evidence, and you’ve got nothing. ❜

❛ Anywhere you go, it’s going to be your word against mine. How do you think that’s gonna go? ❜

❛ There’s nothing I can do. Except maybe offer you some courage. ❜

❛ I hope your little bitch tantrum gave you closure ’cause it accomplished nothing! ❜

❛ You’re ruined. ❜

❛ Did you get the son of a bitch? ❜

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@decimatlas surprise !

it’s been months. months of life the way it used to be -- isolated in his little corner of the victors’ village. district twelve is still regrowing, but he knows the future will be different -- it will provide light. for the first time, curtains are drawn open, allowing a soft highlight of sun to light the house. sometimes he forgets it’s still his house. he was used to the mess, the darkness, the glass bottles crashing together with nearly ever step he took. but, that is gone now. her words had echoed and followed him, even before he was home. ‘ i like you better when you’re sober. ’ it took him longer than he expected to clean the clutter from the house. but, he had no reason to stop. ( the world is different -- so, he should be different, too. right ? ) he ignores peeta’s voice in the back of his mind informing him of effie’s return visit. as if the walkable floors were only for her.

now, he stands next to his couch. one hand tucked into the pocket of his pants, the other clutching a glass in his hand. ( he’s done his best to kick the dirty habit -- but the nightmares don’t stop. the insomnia doesn’t stop. the anxiety never stops. ) it’s his first glass of the day -- a small accomplishment somewhere deep down he finds himself proud of. the backside of his hand rubs softly against his forehead before he seats himself on his couch. ( is this really his plan ? to sit around and wait for her to show up ? -- it’s not like he has anything else planned. )

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CATCHING FIRE 2013 | dir. Francis Lawrence

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protective prompts

feel free to adjust as needed!

PROTECTING: “  are you sure you’re okay?  ” “  i’m not letting you go alone.  ” “  let me help.  ” “  say the word and i’ll be there.  ” “  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ” “  i’ll stay the night.  ” “  get some rest.  ” “  ssh, go back to sleep.  ” “  i’m worried about you.  ” “  i’m not going anywhere. not as long as you’re in danger.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you.  ” “  i won’t let that happen.  ” “  look at me. you’re gonna be okay.  ” “  what can i do?  ” “  i’ll be right here with you the whole time.  ” “  who did this to you?  ” “  i can tell you’re upset, talk to me.  ” “  i’m not letting them get away with this.  ” “  i’ll get you out of this. trust me.  ” “  i know you don’t need my help. but i’m offering it anyway.  ” “  you’re shaking like a leaf— what’s wrong?  ” “  what happened?  ” “  i’m gonna fucking kill them.  ” “  i won’t let anyone hurt you again. not ever.  ”   “  if anything happened to you…  ” “  i need you in my life. so please, let me do what i need to to make it safe.  ”   “  i can’t lose you.  ”   PROTECTED: “  have you been waiting up this whole time?  ” “  how long have you been here?  ” “  i’ll be okay. i promise.  ” “  will you stay with me?  ” “  please don’t go.  ” “  i feel safer when you’re here.  ” “  thank you for making me feel safe.  ” “  i trust you.  ” “  why are you helping me?  ” “  is it over now?  ” “  you don’t have to do this, ya’ know.  ” “  i can take care of myself.  ” “  you don’t have to worry so much.  ” “  i don’t want you to get hurt either.  ” “  i can’t bear the thought of you putting yourself in danger for me.  ”   “  you’re bleeding!  ” “  thank you, but i’ll be alright.  ”    “  please don’t get hurt. not because of me.  ” ACTIONS: 1. for one muse to wake up after sustaining an injury and find the other at the side of their bed 2. for one muse to hold the other after a nightmare 3. for one muse to step between the other and someone who intends to do them harm 4. for one muse to push the other out of harm’s way 5. for one muse to get hurt protecting the other 6. for one muse to fall asleep next to the other muse who is keeping watch 7. for one muse to rescue the other 8. for one muse to get caught hiding an injury sustained while protecting them 9. for one muse to react to the other hiding an injury 10. for one muse to take care of the other while they’re sick/injured 11. for one muse to kiss the other’s scar 12. for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them 13. for one muse to kill to protect the other 14. for one muse to get killed while protecting the other 15. for one muse to fall asleep in the hospital bed with the other 

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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1 (2014) requested by @panemgif

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which tarot card are you ?

The Hermit

it’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. the endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. this all takes time, of course. and those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. it would be so easy to get lost. you know this space so well. wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay ? so well-known and comforting. why go back ? how nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. like enlightenment, the self. retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. so comforting. the thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. there is no you anymore. goodbye.

tagged by  :  @decimatlas  !  tagging  :  @trinkited, @lvenderhze (  whomever you want  !  ), and anyone else interested in doing it  !  

[abernathed]

are you, are you comin’ to the tree -- wear a necklace of hope rope side by side with me ?

independent, selective, private, and mutuals only blog for haymitch abernathy from the hunger games franchise. based on both the novels & movies, influenced heavily by personal headcanons.

strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be -- if we met at midnight in the hanging tree.

written by echo. she / them. 24.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there’s no winners.

google doc. interest tracker. [ coming soon. ]

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❛ You feel hot. ❜

@trinkited !

her fingers against his face feels like fresh snow. the tenderness pushing the bleary thoughts to the side -- focusing solely on her touch. ( he’s fairly sure, in this moment, he could enjoy this sensation against his skin forever -- if she would let him. ) blue eyes brush over the glittering fabric wrapped over her chest, up to her face. she always looks like this. the layers of makeup, he always wonders how it never smudges or melt on her face. the colored wigs, he waits to see misplaced on her head. ( he wonders what she looks like without it. )

eyes close when he feels the cold, wet cloth being pressed against his forehead. a quiet hum falls from his lips. he hasn’t been taken care of in so long -- he knows it’s his own fault. but, as he thinks about the days he’s spent in his house, that would never be a home -- completely alone. sweating out sicknesses he’s willed upon himself. his brows lift lightly under the cloth at her words. his fingers flex next to her, before they relax against the side of her thigh. he’ll blame it on the alcohol -- the blurry vision -- the foggy thinking. “y’don’t need to do this, effie.” despite his words, the tops of his fingers press slightly harder against her thigh. “i’ve made it through worse.”

[abernathed]

❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope .

@trinkited !

glass after glass after glass -- so many he’s lost count. it would be easier to count the bottles. seven empty bottles. all stationed in various locations in his compartment room. the train moves so fast, some times he forgets he’s on one at all. elbows are rested against his knees, the freshly poured glass of liquor is pressed against his temple. he doesn’t want to cry -- he doesn’t want to be weak. ( he doesn’t want to keep sending children to their deaths over and over -- every year. ) he hears the sound of heels outside his door, someone walking back and forth -- pacing outside his door. haymitch rubs a fist against his eyes, then let’s his palm collect the unwanted escapees of his pain off his cheeks.

he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs until he thinks they might burst. then, releases it with a shaky exhale. ( he wills away the haunting images of this years tributes dying -- for nothing. ) his posture straightens partially, his energy too low to do anything more. blue eyes focusing on the door. he can just barely make out the shadow of her feet, walking left, then right, then stopping, then starting all over again. “effie, if you have something to say, just open the goddamn door.” he leans forward once more, picking up the half empty liquor bottle. he tops off his drink, before he’s placing it back next to his foot. “i’d sure hate for you a wear a hole in the floor and fall through the train.” his words are quiet, mostly for himself. though, from the exasperated huff that comes from the other side of the door, he knows she’s heard him. despite the events of this years games, he still finds a smirk twitching at the edge of his lips. ( he always enjoys those huffs. )

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THE HUNGER GAMES (2012) SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change pronouns / terms / tense as needed!

❛ It’s okay. You were just dreaming, you were dreaming. ❜

❛ We could do it, you know? Take off. Live in the woods. ❜

❛ They’d catch us. Cut out our tongues or worse. ❜

❛ I’m never having kids. ❜

❛ You need to get out of here. ❜

❛ Shh, I don’t have much time. ❜

❛ No matter what you feel, you will be there for her. Do you understand? ❜

❛ Don’t cry. Don’t. ❜

❛ You’re stronger than they are. You are. ❜

❛ They just want a good show. That’s all they want. ❜

❛ You know if you don’t want to talk, I understand. But I just don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting a little bit of help. ❜

❛ Embrace the probability of your imminent death; and know, in your heart, that there’s nothing I can do to save you. ❜

❛ Now that’s a good way to get killed. ❜

❛ Oh! Joy. Why don’t you join us? I’m just giving some life-saving advice. ❜

❛ Give me a chance to wake up sweetheart. ❜

❛ That is mahogany! ❜

❛ You really wanna know how to stay alive? You get people to like you. Oh! Not what you were expecting. ❜

❛ Some water, a knife or even some matches can mean the difference between life and death. ❜

❛ That was one of the bravest things I’ve ever seen. ❜

❛ I’m sorry that this happened to you. And I’m here to help you in any way I can. ❜

❛ I’m gonna do something that they’re gonna remember. ❜

❛ We are all anybody’s going to be talking about! ❜

❛ Exposure can kill as easily as a knife. ❜

❛ They can be arrogant. And arrogance can be a big problem. ❜

❛ I hear you can shoot. ❜

❛ I have no chance of winning. None! ❜

❛ Those guys are looking at you like you’re a meal. ❜

❛ I think you have a shadow. ❜

❛ Make sure they remember you. ❜

❛ Thank you, for your consideration. ❜

❛ You realize that your actions reflect badly on all of us, not just you. ❜

❛ I hope you noticed, we have a serious situation. ❜

❛ Loosen your corset and have a drink. ❜

❛ I would have given anything to see it. ❜

❛ I thought they hated me. ❜

❛ They must have liked your guts. ❜

❛ Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear. ❜

❛ A little hope is effective. A lot of hope is dangerous. Spark is fine, as long as it’s contained. ❜

❛ Don’t you know how beautiful you look? ❜

❛ I don’t know how to make people like me. How do you make people like you? ❜

❛ Just be yourself. I’ll be there the whole time, and just pretend you’re talking to me. ❜

❛ I think someone here is a little nervous. ❜

❛ So, tell me. Is there a special girl back home? ❜

❛ Well, that’s bad luck. ❜

❛ What the hell was that?! You don’t talk to me and then you say you have a crush on me? ❜

❛ He made me look weak. ❜

❛ He made you look desirable. Which in your case, can’t hurt sweetheart! ❜

❛ We are not star-crossed lovers. ❜

❛ Manners! ❜

❛ Can’t sleep? ❜

❛ I just don’t want them to change me. ❜

❛ I just don’t wanna be another piece in their game, you know? ❜

❛ I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don’t own me. ❜

❛ If I’m gonna die, I wanna still be me. ❜

❛ I’m not allowed to bet, but if I could I’d bet on you. ❜

❛ You sure she went this way? ❜

❛ Are you sure we shouldn’t just kill him now? ❜

❛ Let’s just wait her out. ❜

❛ Run! Damn it. Go! ❜

❛ Get out of here! What’re you doing? Go! ❜

❛ Don’t just sit there! Look at me! ❜

❛ It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. ❜

❛ How long was I asleep? ❜

❛ So what happened when I was out? ❜

❛ Is all that true? You and him. ❜

❛ That sounds tempting. ❜

❛ We need a signal, in case one of us gets held up. ❜

❛ We’re gonna be okay. ❜

❛ I wanna see if she’s gonna figure out this booby trap. ❜

❛ It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re alright. ❜

❛ You have to win. ❜

❛ Can you sing? ❜

❛ Don’t kill her. You’d just create a martyr. ❜

❛ I know you know how to handle a mob, you’ve done it before. ❜

❛ If you can’t scare them. Give them something to root for. ❜

❛ Everyone likes an underdog. ❜

❛ There are lots of underdogs. And I think if you could see them, you would root for them either. ❜

❛ I like you, be careful. ❜

❛ It’s bad, huh? ❜

❛ I’m not gonna leave you! I’m not gonna do that. ❜

❛ We’ll figure something out. ❜

❛ You feel hot. ❜

❛ I remember the first time I saw you. ❜

❛ Well, say something. ❜

❛ I’m not good at saying something. ❜

❛ You’re not going alone. ❜

❛ You’re not gonna risk your life for me. I’m not gonna let you. ❜

❛ You would do it for me, wouldn’t you? ❜

❛ Now there’s no way I’m letting you go. ❜

❛ Please. Stay. ❜

❛ It’s too bad that you couldn’t help your little friend. ❜

❛ Well, we killed her. And now, we’re gonna kill you. ❜

❛ You shouldn’t have gone. You said you weren’t gonna go. ❜

❛ We could go home. ❜

❛ We should probably hunt around here. We don’t have any food left. ❜

❛ That’s nightlock! You’d be dead in a minute! ❜

❛ You scared me to death. Damn you. ❜

❛ I never even knew she was following me. ❜

❛ Go on. I’m dead anyway. I always was, right? I didn’t know that until now. ❜

❛ I can still do it. One more kill. It’s the only thing I know how to do. ❜

❛ One of us has to die. They have to have their victor. ❜

❛ Trust me. ❜

❛ They’re not happy with you. ❜

❛ Well, I’m sorry it didn’t go the way they planned. You know I’m not very happy with them either. ❜

❛ This is serious. Not just for you. They don’t take these things lightly. ❜

❛ When they ask, you say you couldn’t help yourself. ❜

❛ So what happens when we get back? ❜

❛ I guess we try to forget. ❜

❛ I don’t wanna forget. ❜

[abernathed]

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse .

@trinkited !

he’s not even sure what he’s saying anymore. don’t get him wrong, he had a point -- it’s just that he’s forgotten said point. ( and, why wouldn’t he with all the alcohol pumping through his veins. ) he can’t remember the tributes’ names. though, they don’t seem much like fighters. not very cunning, either. he’d never say that out loud -- probably. he’s stumbling over his words at this point -- something about shelter and water. the only suggestions he can ever provide.

haymitch watches as effie lifts her hand from the table -- as if she’s about to ask a question. instead, she offers a slight wave of her hand. ( he makes a mental note when he notices the shimmer on her nails -- matching perfectly to the [ . . . ] monstrosity she’s put on her head this year. ) his hand lifts, as he brings his glass of liquor up to his lips. blue eyes blink for a moment, willing the blurred vision away. there’s a part of him thankful for her interruption. he leans back in his chair, his eyes focusing on effie. the way her lips move as the speaks, how her brows lift and fall as she emphasizes her words, both of her hands now raises and making various motions in the air.

eyes slip back towards the tributes -- the children he’s been tasked with training. they don’t even seem like they’re listening -- rather just shoveling food into their mouths as quickly as they can manage. ( he can’t really blame them ; after all, he was once in their place. ) a light sigh slips from his lips, as he places his glass back on the table. seat is pushed back as he stands, tossing the cloth napkin on his empty place. “alright, i’ve done my duties, i’m going to sleep.” his eyes move towards the tributes -- their wide eyes already on him. “good luck, stay alive, etcetera.” even he can hear the hollowness of his words. eyes move back to effie. he touches his index finger under her chin for just a moment -- barely a touch at all. “as always, you’ve been an absolute pleasure.” he makes a point to coat his words with sarcasm, before he turns away from the table. he has to keep his hand against the wall as he move, focusing carefully on making it to his room without tripping.

[abernathed]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[abernathed]

Haymitch Abernathy in The Hunger Games (2012-2015) [requested by panemgif]