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obviously the most popular headcanon is that Peeta comes home and reopens the bakery but I'd like to present a new one:

children's art teacher.

him slowly coming back to his old self by helping the students make art. them making him laugh. him bringing home art to show Katniss. her visiting his classroom. happiness.

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Thinking about how there’s a good chance that the tributes who were selected for the 75th games were probably chosen before hand. Anyone who had been a disturbance during or after their games would now be able to be gotten rid of in an “orderly” way. Like what can you do, those are the odds.

Like Beetee has tried to disrupt the capital multiple times, and this is Snows chance to actually be rid of him. His value to panem is no longer enough to save him, and his “lessons” were not enough. Then they drag Wiress in along too. She’s helped him before, and no doubt he has a soft spot for her, feeling responsible for her torture and what she’s become.

Or Finnick even. Becoming too popular after his games, too powerful in information that could be used against Snow. Annie picked because she’s Finnicks actual love, or with the possibility that they tried to destroy the arena again during her games.

And anyone who would volunteer to be in the games again is most likely a nuisance as well, so they are free to go.

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Catching fire book everlark (pre-quell, post victory tour: the plant book scene vibes)

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Catching fire book everlark (pre-quell, post victory tour: the plant book scene vibes)

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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

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odesta come home pls

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some everlark + haymitch + buttercup silliness i drew for a friend's bday!

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there was a moment when the people in the movie theatre and the capitol audience in the stands were laughing at the same things, having the same reactions to the games, to the deaths, to flickermans jokes, to the doctor's announcement...i wonder aren't we watching it for entertainment too

suzanne collins' books may exist in popular culture as "dystopian", but they have always been a meticulous and startlingly close social critique of our world. at what point does our own idolization of the movies and the books repeat that story? we watch just as the capitol audience does.

all dystopia eventually crosses a line from realistic futurism to current relevancy. how long will it take us to realize we've already crossed that line with these books? and the very people who need to realize this are the ones in that audience...real or fake, we're the same: consuming and consuming.

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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

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hey, i love your writing!!! i wanted to see you write something about k&p complimenting each other's looks. like, katniss still has it since peeta said she's not "particularly pretty" and he has to reassure that he thinks she is the most beautiful woman alive etc thanks S2

Ask and you shall receive (I don't know where this came from):

I pulled the sweater on, running my fingers over my head to tame the static flyway's. I felt the distinct pressure of attention on the back of my skull, and with a smirk, I glanced over my shoulder.

"You're being such a creep right now."

"Am I?" Peeta replied from the other side of the closet. He didn't even pretend not to be staring at me. He just smiled shamelessly, standing there in his socks, boxers, and nightshirt, watching me as if he didn't see me every day. "You just look really pretty."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the full-length mirror. "Okay," I said, braiding my hair with practiced ease. "If you say so."

"I do say so," he replied amusedly, going about the business of getting dressed for the day. I rolled my eyes, forgetting about the conversation as I assembled my list of tasks for the day. With my braid tied off, I started digging around the closet for my bag. I'd need something to carry the shopping back home with.

"Why do you always do that though?" Peeta asked, but my mind wasn't present, so he had to speak up again. "Katniss? Did you hear me?"

"Hm?" Aha, there it was. Why did I always have to throw it on the floor? "Did you say something?"

"I just asked you why you always roll your eyes when I say you look nice."

"I didn't roll my eyes," I refuted, wondering if we were going to end up having an argument over something.

"You know what I mean, you just always blow it off." he clarified, coming around to my side so he could smile in my direction. Okay not an argument then? "You look nice."

"Thanks," I said with a reluctant tone, rolling my eyes.

"See!" Peeta pointed at me. "Why do you do that?"

I gave him an unimpressed look. "Seriously? Can we just go?"

"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged; sounding put out.

I sighed, "are you mad at me?"

"What? No," Peeta laughed. "Why would I be mad?"

"Then why are you trying to have a fight?" I was exasperated. "It's like you're looking for something to be mad about."

"I'm not mad!" Peeta insisted with another laugh, he looked very confused. "I was just asking."

I crossed my arms, "You're being serious?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Oh," I looked down sheepishly, feeling my cheeks warm with an embarrassed flush. "I don't know."

Peeta shook his head, he looked bewildered. "This is silly, let's just go."

"I just-- I don't know, I guess I don't buy it is all." I admitted with a shrug, turning towards the exit with embarrasment. Peeta stared at me with an eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"You asked!" I tugged at the hem of my sweater. I felt twitchy and weird, like a fish out of water. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"I'm looking at you because you're not making sense," He ducked down to make an incredulous face at me. "Why are you hiding right now?"

"Ugh," I scoffed, pushing him away. "I'm leaving."

"Wait! I'm supposed to be driving you!"

"I'll just walk." I sneered over my shoulder. Well, we were arguing now. I strode across our bedroom and out onto the staircase, Peeta hot on my heels.

"So, what you're saying is that someway, somehow, you, Katniss Everdeen, the prettiest girl to ever come out of District Twelve, think you're not extremely hot?"

I shot him a look over my shoulder, not even bothering to acknowledge that insane statement. I headed for the foyer.

"If you're coming with me, I'm going to need you to shut up."

"One, hurtful." Peeta commented flippantly, lowering my hand when I gave him the finger. "Secondly, I'm just being honest."

I made a face and turned away to pull on my coat, "sure you are."

"Why would I lie?" Peeta asked as he shut the door behind us.

"Hey guys!" Peeta and I waved in reply to our next door neighbor. "I borrowed the wheelbarrow, if you don't mind?"

"That's fine!" I called back, Peeta flashed a thumbs up. I hopped down the stairs and went to yank on the door to Peeta's truck.

"Ah, ah, ah, I have the keys." Peeta waved them above my head. I tried to snatch them, but he just raised his arm higher. "Tell me why you're pissed all of a sudden."

"I'm not the one that's mad!" I insisted.

"And yet you're yelling at me, yikes." Peeta snickered, his free hand palm out to fend me off when I smacked him. "Okay, okay, you're not mad."

"I'm not." I agreed sullenly, crossing my arms. I sighed, realizing he really wasn't going to let it go. "Fine, if you want to know that badly, I know I'm not particularly pretty, or nice, or tall because someone told me."

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Peeta frowned, the realization slowly dawning on him. "Oh, oh no Katniss."

"Yeah ."

"You're being unfair," He frowned at me, going around me to put his key in the door. "You know that," he said, sliding into the drivers side.

I was taken aback, "so you're not going to apologize?"

Peeta leaned an elbow agaisnt the open window, "are you actually mad about that or are you using it as an excuse? Because if you really hadn't forgiven me for that you would have said something I'm guessing... six years ago."

I scoffed, rounding the car to climb into the passanger side. "Drive."

"Ouch, seems like I forgot how to do that." He leaned back on his seat dramatically. "I guess we just have to wait until my girlfriend starts being nice to me again."

I tried to glare at him but it was hard to keep the angry thing going when he was so clearly trying not to laugh. I groaned.

"Fine, I don't know. I'm just," I made a face moving my hands around to try to get the message across. "You know?"

"I really don't." He crossed his arms leaning towards me over the gear shift. "You seriously think you're ugly?"

"I," I briefly struggled to string a sentence together. "I guess? Just look at me. I could accept average, I think, on a good day."

He raised his eyebrows, "Wow."

"That's all you're goign to say to me?"

"Wow, you're blind." He leaned closer to me, invading my personal space. "Blind."

"Can we go now," I gently pushed him away. "Please? I-just. I think Wendel is staring."

Peeta glanced out of the windshield, making a face as he put his key in the ignition. "Damn, I miss when we were the hermits of the District. Those were the days."

"Everyone thought we were derranged," I said dryly.

"But the privacy couldn't be beat." He turned to look out the rear as he pulled away from the house. Victor's Village hadn't originally been built with the intention of holding a car, let alone Peeta's massive truck, so he had to park in the yard and drive past the fancy wrought iron gate.

"We're not letting this go, just so you know." He said after he got the car on the road. "I'm just trying to keep all the neighbor kids alive."

"I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Good thing I can talk for the both of us," he waved at an approaching figure. "Hi Mrs. Mccalister! Lovely weather we're having. I'd love to stay and chat, but Katniss and I have to get going. Oh! Okay!" He laughed at Mrs. Maccalisters usual joke. "Okay, see you!"

"You could roll the window up, you know." I said bitterly for no reason.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that because I'm a very nice man." Peeta retorted. "And because we're in the middle of a self-image issue."

"Ugh, you sound like my mother." I cringed thinking about her new 'therapy is the way' approach to life.

"Wha-" Peeta glanced at me with his mouth open, shaking with laughter. "Oh, by the odds, I try to tell you you're beautiful and you tell me I'm a middle aged woman. Where's the love? The poetry? You used to think I was the coolest thing that ever happened to you."

"I never thought that, you're delusional." I accepted the searching hand he placed on my lap, entertwining our fingers. "But thank you for saying that."

"I'm not just saying it, though." He leaned forward to look for an opening before he pulled onto the main road. "I'm being so deadly serious, Katniss. I think you're beautiful because you are."

"Peeta-"

"You have these eyes," he interrupted. "They're so intense. Like smoke. Sometimes, when you look at me it feels like.. God, it feels like fire. Like I'm goign to die if I can't be near you."

I slammed my mouth shut, suddenly very interested in his new line of thought.

"You know, for a long time there I thought you couldn't get more beautiful than you already were. You were so serious back then, always frowning, like you were thinking about the hard stuff all the time. But then your smile. Katniss, I love your smile." He smiled at me then, before turning back to the road. "You have these funny uneven teeth, and on anyone else they'd look out of place, but on you? They're perfect."

"You like my buck teeth?"

"I love your little rabbit teeth," he said with a laugh. "And your hair? You have no idea how obssesed I am with you hair. I used to wait for you to fall asleep so I could smell it. It made me feel like a creep."

I laughed, "I knew about the hair."

"And you haven't left me? Wow, you must really like me."

"Just a bit," I agreed leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

"Oh, I'm not done. I could write poetry about the curve of your nose. And your hands, even your lips. And we haven't even gotten to the dirty stuff yet. I think I actually did write something about how much I love your boobs once. It's in an old sketchbook somewhere."

I laughed, "I love you, dummy."

"Love you too." He honked. "Hey! Are you blind? Get outta the road!"

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I forgot to post these

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Suzanne collins wrote a trilogy where a main media propaganda strategy was to market a horrific act of violence as a love story to distract ppl and then it got adapted into a box office breaking movie and ppl made it all about the love triangle. so then since they didn’t get the point the first time Suzanne collins wrote a prequel story about the main dictator and she makes it so that you as a reader want it to be a genuine love story so badly even tho it’s so very clearly not and instead feels extremely unsettling to make her point even more meta which then gets adapted into another box office breaking film and now ppl are making romantic snowbaird tik toks. do u think she’s gonna write another book that’s somehow even more blatant or just give up and start executing ppl? hard to say but I wouldn’t blame her for the second one

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Heheh

Peeta Mellark - waxes philosophical about remaining true to himself and finding individuality and personhood within the confines of the arena.

Katniss Everdeen, canonically, like 10 seconds later: This fucker is probably going to eat people.

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Some songs that remind me of sourcemates :]]

Katniss : Evelyn Evelyn (Evelyn Evelyn), Nightmare (Halsey), State of Grace (Taylor Swift).

Prim : Seven (Taylor Swift), It's alright (Mother Mother), Family (Mother Mother).

Finnick : From Eden (Hozier), It will come back (Hozier), Pretty boy (Naethan Apollo), Summer night in Domita (Naethan Apollo).

Johanna : Ain't no rest for the wicked (Cage the Elephant), Hells comin' with me (Poor Man's Poison), Girl Anachronism (The Dresden Dolls).

Haymich : Mind is a Prison (Alec Benjamin), I bet on losing dogs (Mitski), The Garden (The Crane Wives).

Effie : I bet on losing dogs (Mitski), What was I made for? (Billie Eilish), Daylight (Taylor Swift).

Cato : Save yourself, I'll hold them back (My Chemical Romance), The Horror and the Wild (The Amazing Devil), The Devil's backbone (The Civil Wars).

Clove : Kill of the night (Gin Wigmore), Brutal (Olivia Rodrigo).

Foxface : The Fox (The Penny Candies), Steady Steady (The Crane Wives).

Rue : Rue (Girl in red), Fearless (Taylor Swift), State of Grace (Taylor Swift).

+ some songs Katniss said reminded her of me,,

Constellations (The Oh hellos), Shallow River (The Crane Wives).

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Some songs that remind me of sourcemates :]]

Katniss : Evelyn Evelyn (Evelyn Evelyn), Nightmare (Halsey), State of Grace (Taylor Swift).

Prim : Seven (Taylor Swift), It's alright (Mother Mother), Family (Mother Mother).

Finnick : From Eden (Hozier), It will come back (Hozier), Pretty boy (Naethan Apollo), Summer night in Domita (Naethan Apollo).

Johanna : Ain't no rest for the wicked (Cage the Elephant), Hells comin' with me (Poor Man's Poison), Girl Anachronism (The Dresden Dolls).

Haymich : Mind is a Prison (Alec Benjamin), I bet on losing dogs (Mitski), The Garden (The Crane Wives).

Effie : I bet on losing dogs (Mitski), What was I made for? (Billie Eilish), Daylight (Taylor Swift).

Cato : Save yourself, I'll hold them back (My Chemical Romance), The Horror and the Wild (The Amazing Devil), The Devil's backbone (The Civil Wars).

Clove : Kill of the night (Gin Wigmore), Brutal (Olivia Rodrigo).

Foxface : The Fox (The Penny Candies), Steady Steady (The Crane Wives).

Rue : Rue (Girl in red), Fearless (Taylor Swift), State of Grace (Taylor Swift).

+ some songs Katniss said reminded her of me,,

Constellations (The Oh hellos), Shallow River (The Crane Wives).

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Peeta teased Katniss that when she was sleeping she wasn't scowling, which improved her looks and just made me think of how Peeta watched this girl go from a happy, singing child to a scowling, guarded girl. How he must have wanted to offer her some kind of reprieve from her unhappiness. And once he's given the opportunity, he brings out her smiles and laughter. How much he must love seeing her face light up before returning to its reservations. And then how postwar, he works out her first smile since Prim died, then her first laugh, and brings back the love in her eyes. That eventually they get to the point where when she's with Peeta, she no longer scowls because he softens the hardness of her grief with his bright yellow hope.