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Josh Hutcherson March Madness Post Part III: Josh talks about divided loyalties with Jennifer Lawrence’s family in Sixth Man: Bluesanity, 2013.
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And for the first time, I understand what he means. I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a part of every tribute they can’t own.
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#thg#mockingjay part 2#there are no winners#only survivors#Katniss Everdeen#Peeta Mellark#haymitch Abernathy#primrose Everdeen#gale hawthorne
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BUT WHAT IF HAYMITCH
Wasn't drunk when he congratulated Katniss after volunteering. What if the tension was too much. What if, in that brilliant mind, he saw the odds of the Games being rigged against his kids as too high. Nobody had respect for him. He lost his kids every year. Drunk Haymitch making a fool of himself wasn't new and the irritation at him would draw attention away from the rash protest of D12. Haymitch didn't do anything without a reason. Haymitch was brilliant. Haymitch prolonged everyone's lives with his terrible spunk speech.
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Primrose Everdeen
#her hair was in two braids instead of one#primrose everdeen#prim#hunger games#thg#catching fire#mockingjay
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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 1 (2014)
If you think for one second that the Capitol will ever treat us fairly you are lying to yourselves. Because we know who they are and what they do. This is what they do! And we must fight back. I have a message for President Snow. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground. But do you see that? Fire is catching. And if we burn, you burn with us!
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Lost & Found, Ch 10
The final chapter is up! AO3 or FFnet.
Katniss didn’t know how long she sat there, propped against the door. She was numb all over. There shouldn’t be any more tears to cry, yet they kept slipping down her cheeks. Her hand kept finding its way to her neck, searching for the pearl. Each time it grasped nothing but air, she sucked in a sharp breath, petrified she’d lost it, only to be crushed by the memory of the delicate chain piling into the driver’s hand, the round, silver gem nestled in the middle. After months of grief and fear, the stab of Peeta’s rejection had left her emotions raw and bleeding. He’d chosen them over her. Worse than that, he’d been indifferent to her. The agony of that moment wasn’t a memory that was going away anytime soon. Maybe not ever. Her only hope was that it would lessen over time.
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The Road Not Taken
This fic was written for the birthday of an amazing woman, the one and only @akai-echo whose very special day is today :)
You know her as a great video artist, giffer, images maker. She is the one who makes the great banners for so many writers - and always think they are not good enough.
She’s the one who created the @loveinpanem theme, and yes, she doesn’t think it’s good enough …
But we know the contrary, right? We all know she’s kind, and giving, brilliant and sweet ?
so Hapy Birthday, my dear dear friend !
(My deepets thanks to @loving-mellark for the awesome banner and to @xerxia31 and @dandelion-sunset for the gigantic task that was betaing this story :) Can be found on AO3 and FFN )
It had taken time to get used to it. The colors, so pure everywhere. White, the snow all around. Blue, the sky high above. Green, the pine trees everywhere, clad under a cloak of flakes.
Winter. When temperatures reached minus 30 celsius - because apparently the entire world didn’t use Fahrenheit or feet - and the cold welcomed her in its chilly embrace.
Katniss had loved it there. Loved the way people respected nature and its rhythm, how in sync they were with the seasons. Loved how breathing here had felt better, healthier, purer. Lighter. Even when the night could last for twenty hours a day.
“You okay, ulkomainen?” he had asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She could see the white plane waiting for her, the plane that would take her back to her country, to her town, to her life. WIthout him. But they had reached an agreement a few nights ago.
“I will be,” she’d answered, relishing in the warmth of his hand near her face, for the last time. “I have to go….”
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“Sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.” -Katniss Everdeen, Catching Fire
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