#rip cinna

[notbroadwaybound]

Always make sure you're after the right Cinna when part of an angry mob :(

[literarydumpinggrounds]

hyper fixating on the hunger games for the first time in years, and I’m gonna make it EVERYONES problem

[ging-dong]

happy ides of march everyone

rip julius caesar you would’ve loved ai deepfakes

[mieowkoid09]

CinnTarc(?) And BeniLexi my beloved

(Pretend the height differences are becuz they're wearing high heels)

[porciaenjoyer]

julius caesar was SO good by the way

[cinnamoncat23]

Ah so it only took three times of getting locked out of work for management to discuss giving me a fucking key

[johnwickistheworstmovie]

so one theory that i do actually really believe is that enobaria was forced to sharpen her teeth right after the games. when we’re introduced to her they say she’s so vicious that she ripped the final tributes throat out with her teeth so to capitalize off that success she sharpened her teeth to points. to memorialize her win. but usually using teeth is a last resort in fighting. i think she was pinned down by the last tribute and as a last ditch effort she bit their throat as hard as possible, tearing it out. now we know the capitol will do non consensual body alterations because in the first book katniss says she hears a comforting voice yelling and cinna tells her they wanted to give her a boob job but haymitch screamed at them not to. so it is very likely that that has happened to many victors. so with enobaria they did that to her to remind her of her weakest, most animal like moment. she was reduced to this act and she is reminded of it daily. and we know for a fact that snow in particular thinks the districts are all animals and the games in particular are to bring out the most animal like qualities to prove that humans are inherently bad.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 19

Finnick x Y/N

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My goal with this was to write realistic super consensual smut and zero plot so I hope I achieved that :)

Content Warnings - Smut! Mention of past prostitution

When you get back to your now shared cabin, Finnick pulls you into a deep kiss. You lean into it as his fingers glide down your back, coming to rest just above your hips.

“I think I’m ready to give it a try if you are,” he states, looking into your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m ready,” you reply, giving him a nod. “We can stop at any point if it becomes too much.”

“Your lead,” he grins as he pulls you into another kiss.

You guide him back towards his bed, motioning for him to sit on it. Turning around, you have him unzip your dress, allowing it to drop on the ground. Luckily Katniss had an unused pair of lingerie at her place that she let you take. She said she hadn’t worn any of the pairs Cinna sent.

Finnick stares at you in awe, taking in your features. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, and he’d unfortunately seen a lot of people.

Reaching towards him, you pull off his jacket, instructing him to unbutton his shirt. He nearly rips the shirt trying to pull it off quickly, causing you to giggle.

“Slow down Finnick I’m not going anywhere,” you laugh.

“You better not be,” he sheepishly smiles.

Once his torso was bare he allowed your fingers to explore every inch of it. They glided gently across his muscles, admiring his physique.

“Can I take my pants off?” he asks. “They’re getting a bit tight.”

You nod and allow him to hop off the bed to remove his trousers, revealing the bulge in his underwear. He lays back onto the bed and motions for you to climb on top of him which you eagerly do.

Making out with him felt so right. You never thought you could feel happiness and bliss from an intimate moment, not since the incident. But here you are, doing just that.

You can feel his bulge growing harder underneath you as you straddle him. Wiggling your hips a bit, you elicit a moan out of him causing you to panic.

“Finnick,” you state, getting his attention. “I don’t actually know how to do any of this.”

He sits up to look you in the eyes.

“I’m so glad you don’t,” he says, taking your hands in his. It hits you that the only reason he knows is because of his years being used in the capital.

“Do you want me to take the lead?” he asks. “We can stop at any point.”

You nod and he goes to lay you down but you quickly stop him.

“I’d feel better if I was on top,” you state. He immediately allows you to sit back up. “Also, I think I want to touch you first before you touch me.”

He nods and goes to sit back against the headboard. He gives you another affirmative nod as your fingers hover over the waistband of his underwear, silently asking if you could remove them.

Sliding them down, you are met with the sight of his glistening erection. You sit there for a moment just to look at it.

“It’s perfect,” you grin. Finnick laughs before guiding your hand to touch it.

“It’s not going to hurt you,” he replies as your hand wraps around his shaft. He guides it up and down and you start to get the hang of it.

Touching a dick felt different than you thought it would. You hadn’t seen many hard ones before and for some reason you thought it would feel different than what you were feeling. Experimentally, you run your thumb over the tip, eliciting a moan from Finnick and coating your finger in his juices.

“How do I?” you ask, unsure of how you should continue. Finnick grabs a piece of rope from his nightstand and ties your hair up with it.

“Don’t try to fit all of it in your mouth,” he instructs. “Only do what’s comfortable. Licking is encouraged but don’t bite it.”

You hum and lower your mouth to his shaft, licking a line up it. The area smells distinctly like Finnick, which is hard to explain but makes sense in your mind.

Sticking just the tip in your mouth, you gently suck on it, making Finnick squirm.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “That feels so good.”

You proceed to suck on his erection, periodically moving to lick his shaft or swirl your tongue around the tip. He moans and squirms beneath you as he continues to praise your movements. You pause to ask him if touching his balls would be ok and he gives you the go ahead.

Years of appointments in the capital have left him with difficulties finishing when he wants to, so when he senses your mouth is getting tired he suggests switching to a different activity.

“But you haven’t cum yet,” you state, still holding him in your hand.

“It’s ok,” he shakes his head. “I don’t need to.”

You give him a sad look before allowing him to switch the activity.

“Would it be ok to touch you now?” he asks. “I can walk you through everything I’m doing.” You nod in agreement and he has you sit on his thigh facing him.

“Is there anything in particular you like?” he asks.

“I haven’t really tried anything,” you admit.

“If you feel comfortable laying back that will feel better,” he explains and you lay back against the pillows.

He allows you to keep the lingère on, gently sliding the crotch of your panties to the side.

“I’m just gonna touch the outside,” he states. “I will tell you before I stick a finger in you, ok?”

You nod in agreement. You could do this.

You can’t help but let out a small moan as his fingers begin circling your clit, an area which had rarely ever felt contact. He wets his fingers with your leaking juices periodically, not wanting to hurt your sensitive skin with the friction of his fingers.

It only takes a few minutes before you come undone. If only his fingers did this you can’t imagine what else is possible. He grins down at you as you lay there panting, taking in. He lets you mellow out before asking if you want to continue, and you do.

You move to straddle him but he quickly lays you back down.

“If you want to do this than I have to stretch you out first,” he explains. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His explanation makes sense so you allow his fingers to return to your core along with his mouth. The feeling of his tongue on your slit feels weird but you allow him to keep going. Once he deems you wet enough, he moves his lips to your clit and prods your entrance with his pinkie.

You are glad he started with his smallest finger. Your walls stretch around it as it burrows deeper into your center. It’s not the most pleasant feeling but you know it should feel good once you get used to it.

After a minute, he sizes up to his index finger. This finger is much longer and reaches even deeper inside you. It causes you to whine in discomfort and Finnick pauses for a moment for you to adjust. If this was just his finger then how was the real thing going to feel?

He moves his mouth up to yours, hoping to occupy your mind away from any discomfort you may be feeling. This definitely works as you barely even notice that he slips his middle finger in alongside his index finger. The pressure is starting to feel good, and you think you’ve finally adjusted when he scissors you open, causing a burning sensation in your core.

“Ah,” you cry trying to push through it.

“Too much?” he asks and you give him a nod. He removes his fingers for a minute until you tell him to try again. This time he isn’t so abrupt with his movements and even manages to reach a deep spot within you that sends pleasure running up your spine.

He removes himself from you when he feels your orgasm building. You were ready, and you told him so when he asked. He switches places with you so you could sit on top of him.

“You set the pace,” he tells you. “It will sting at first so give yourself a few minutes to adjust. You don’t have to start moving right away.”

You nod and have him line himself up with your entrance, waiting for his consent before you begin to lower yourself. You heed his advice, slowly lowering yourself bit by bit and pausing every few moments to adjust. It hurt at first when his head entered you but the rest of him wasn’t as bad. You could feel yourself stretching around him, amazed at how your body could do that.

Before you know it, you have fully sat down on him. The feeling is weird but not a bad one. You hold onto his hands to anchor yourself, inhaling deep breaths to remain calm. You were fine, in fact, you were better than fine.

You slowly rise back up before sitting down again, feeling his shaft glide in and out of you. He moves his hands to your hips to guide you, and you move your hands to his stomach.

He matches your movements with thrusts of his own, while still allowing you to set the pace. When you sped up, he sped up. And when you slowed down, he slowed down. You removed your bra and moved to lay yourself down on him, allowing him to continue his movements. Your lips moved to his as his hands moved to your ass, allowing him to guide you on and off of him.

You leave kisses along his jawline and neck, whispering to him how perfect he is and how safe he makes you feel. He kisses back with more passion, being careful not to leave any marks on your skin.

You could feel your orgasm approaching as your clit rubbed against his pubic bone and his dick hit the soft spot deep inside of you.

“I’m close,” you tell him, allowing him to pick up the pace. He rams in and out of you, making you bounce on him while you moan his name. Eventually a feeling of pure pleasure washes onto you as you release onto him.

“Thank you,” you smile as he cleans you up. You both decide to sleep on the spare bed and deal with changing the sheets tomorrow.

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[saelique]

CHEAP BEER & FRIDAY NIGHTS

cinna’s note : wrote this at 2am n finished it in a library. why do toddlers scream s’ much D: my feet hurt ;;

tw : blood, guns, the usual mafia stuff, one death threat, alcohol ( beer ) ft. chuuya + mori, can be seen as platonic or romantic, angst / fluff !

the last time you see dazai osamu was when you were in your apartment, opening cans of beer to drink and eating cheap food from a convenience store nearby your home. 

it was a normal saturday night, one that happened every week. talk about stupid stuff with him and fall asleep on the sofa together with nothing but a thin blanket to keep you warm, the lights still on. 

you expected to see him when you were in your office, hanging around to escape his workload. until you don’t. 

you didn’t think too much about it. he’ll be back tomorrow. maybe he got sent on another mission without your knowledge, and so you buy some extra food in case he decides to crash by. 

seconds, minutes, hours which turn into days passes. and you presume he got killed by the boss. not really. 

you ask around when work is over, hoping for some sort of news, only to receive confused glances. then you realise you haven’t asked nakahara. he was nowhere to be seen as well for now.

the elevator’s doors open and you step in, only to hear a greeting. 

“hello.” 

a shiver runs down your spine when you recognise that voice. “oh. hello boss.”

awkward silence falls and you can barely breathe, choked by the heavy air. petrified. you were scared. you never knew what made this man so fucking intimidating but you guess its because he looks the most normal out of all of you. but is practically a monster behind that facade of being fake nice. 

“you’re the girl that ex-executive dazai always hangs around with.” he commented, a smile on his face. “yes.” you manage to nod, before his words struck you. “ex-executive ?” you repeat, eyebrows furrowing. 

“yes. he defected a couple days ago. unfortunately no one could contact him.” he sighs. “a shame, dazai truly was a treasured subordinate.” bullshit. 

“I take it that you weren’t aware ?” “I was unfortunately occupied with reports. I apologise.” 

but why would he leave ? it doesnt make sense. and if he left, the people close to him would be suspects. and didnt he say that the port mafia was really where he belonged- 

oh. then you remember why you were stuck in the office with another worker for the whole day doing stupid paperwork. 

that bitch had known that you would be questioned. 

“dont worry,” that sickening sweet voice again. “well, I’ll have to go now. see you around.” he says, when the doors open and then he left. 

you sigh, then walk your office. you bite your tongue, so hard that it draws blood and you can taste the smell of rusted nails in your mouth. 

you walk to your desk and pull out a drawer full of small notes from him. taking one out, you rip it into small, tiny peices, coloured paper fluttering down the ground.

“you’re taking this better than I expected.” nakahara walks in, bottle of wine in hand. “I thought you would go out, look for him and then murder him.” 

“why is there wine ?” “wanna drink ?” you pause before silently agreeing. “sure. lets just go back to my apartment. dont wanna risk anyone seeing me drunk.” 

shockingly, four years pass quickly when youre preoccupied with shitty work. 

you ended up being nakahara’s assistant, a promotion that you hadn’t expected honestly. but the pay was good so you didnt have any issues. 

when you come back from printing some reports at two am, you find chuuya sitting in his couch, legs spread and his hat covering his face, asleep, soft snores escaping his lips. 

you hum, covering his sleeping figure with a blanket you found draped on the side of the couch, taking your briefcase and fixing your appearance, you left the building. 

waving over a cab, you quickly went into it and gave directions to your apartment, tired and wasted from the long hours. 

it soon stopped, signaling it’s arrival. mumbling a thanks, you stepped out of the taxi after paying. 

you walked up the stairs slowly, feet aching from your heels. when you arrived to your door, already key in hand, ready to insert it into the lock. but just as you opened the door a crack, you stopped short. 

the light was on. 

swallowing a groan, you grabbed a gun from your belt and kicked it open. 

“get out from your hiding spot or I’ll shoot you in the head ten fucking times.” 

“aww, but you’ll shoot me even if I come out.” 

what the actual loving hell was he doing here ? 

turning around, you pointed your gun at him, rolling your eyes. “the fuck are you doing here dazai ?” 

“it’s friday.” 

you scoff, still holding the gun up to his head. “we dont even do that anymore. leave.” 

“mmm . . . i bought some beer though, it would be a shame if you drank it alone-“ 

bang. 

smoke hisses behind dazai, a hole shot clear through the wall. only then did you let your arm down, glaring at him. 

“i’m not going to deal with this bullshit. I’ve had a long day.” 

“the last time we saw each other was today’s date. wouldn’t you like to catch up ?” when did he become so persistent ? he changed too much. but you did too. 

you put the gun down your coffee table, running a hand through your hair, defeated. “i’m going to take a shower, dont pull anything funny or I’ll be dragging your ass to the port mafia and handing you over to ozaki’s team.” 

“got it !” 

you end up screaming inside the shower the whole time. 

when you come back out wearing your usual clothes, hair still wet and your towel around your neck, dazai looks amused but thankfully keeps his mouth shut tight. 

he was already drinking a can of beer, and  you notice there’s small splatters of blood on his beige trench coat.  

“so, how’s everything back in the port mafia ?” he starts as you open a can straight from your freezer, a pop echoing through the room. 

“as usual. i got promoted to become executive nakahara’s assistant.” you relish in his pained and disgusted look, knowing the friendly rivalry in between them that usually caused fights and included random buildings exploding. 

“him ? that slug ? couldn’t you refuse ?” “the pay was high.” “hmph.” 

“hows things at your new job ?” you ask, “is everything better there ? you’ve changed a lot so I guess so. you’re not the dazai I knew anymore,” your voice cracks, “what the fuck were you thinking ?!” 

tears fall down your cheeks as you get up from your chair, grab his collar, “did you know how much I worried for your stupid suicidal ass ?!” 

dazai stays silent, chocolate brown eyes staring back into your own. you let go of him and plop down your chair. “things are alright. altough there’s a co-worker named kunikida who always nags at me.” he replies, not talking about your sudden outburst. 

you avoid his glance before getting up yet again. “i’m going to the toilet.” 

the faucet is running and you’re splashing your face with cold water. eyes and nose a bit red and puffy. 

it wasn’t any use crying. that dazai wont ever ever come back and it’s not something that you could control. 

when you come back, you find your beer is already almost gone, so you grimace and pop open another one. the second one for the night. 

“you’re working at the armed detective agency huh ?” you sigh, “I hope you manage to get killed in one of your missions.” “youre so cold.” “only to you.” 

“you didnt lose an eye after all.” you comment, staring at where his eye bandage had been. “was that really just for fashion ?” 

he doesnt answer and you dont talk anymore. 

it continues on for a while until he breaks the silence. “i’m sorry.” 

“im not accepting it.” 

“knew it.” 

silence envelopes the room yet again, and the only sounds audible is the clock ticking.

“I wont ever forgive you for a million years for pulling that. but, i’m quite a merciful person yknow ?” your words breaks the invisible wall in between you breaks a bit, cracks starting to form. 

he perks up in surprise, “what do you mean-“ “i’m willing to start over. but dont think I won’t try and murder you in one of those fights.” 

the young man chuckles, “alright then. to new beginnings ?” 

“to new beginnings.” 

[allisluv]

What are your top 10 THG characters!? :)

oooo anon this is such a hard one i love all of them equ--

katniss. begging yall to wake up and appreciate that there would be no series without the girl on fire.

lucy gray. writing a song abt ur bitch of an ex and singing it right in front of him? iconic behaviour. catching coriolanus out in a singular lie and bouncing? the ultimate power move.

finnick. he is the sweetest, cockiest human to ever walk the face of the earth and he deserved so much better than what he got. still bitter over his ending if you couldnt tell.

johanna, my favourite man-hating lumberjack lesbian. she'd be the type of friend to back you up, even if you're in the wrong. im in love with this woman.

peeta. he had to be in my top five. i dont trust people who dont like him. i just wanna hold him in my arms and tell him everything will be alright

annie. if annie has ten fans, im one of them. if annie has one fan, its me. if annie has no fans, please come to my funeral. enough said.

effie. she is a fashion icon and although she sometimes says the wrong things, her heart is always in the right place <3

sejanus. his death ripped my heart out of my chest. he was such a sweetheart and all he wanted to do was be part of a better world :((

haymitch. him falling off the stage at the reaping will forever make me burst into laughter. hes hilarious, i just adore him. his bond with katniss never fails to make me sob.

cinna. people don't talk about him enough and it makes me so sad. his death killed something inside of me. he served cunt 24/7 -- hes so baby girl (hes a grown man)

[kiwiaok]

even more things from my aftg hungers games au:

• allison being a mix of cinna’s and effie’s characters: she’s neil’s stylist but she’s also with the rebels and accompanies them to district 13

• matt and dan are the capitol’s darlings, the only pair that was ever allowed to win together; during 75th hg they drop the baby bomb except dan actually is pregnant

• renee is the one with the bow and it’s her that destroys the arena

• andrew was involved with the rebelión (as were most tributes during 75th games) but he didn’t share any info with neil, still not trusting him enough to endanger the fate of his family. later, when andrew is saved and neil is taken by the capitol and drew watches videos of neil’s torture he wishes he told neil. he doesn’t believe in regret but when neil from the video starts crying and murmuring “pleasepleasepleasestopnononoplease” the bad taste in his mouth tastes like regret anyway

• during 74th games neil acts like a chameleon. he does what he always did best and accommodates to his surroundings. he fits seamlessly with the capitol, he’s charming, funny, stealing the hearts of sponsors. during 75th games he’s angry, he’s spitting and throwing punches, unwilling to try to get into anyone’s good graces as he’s a dead man walking either way. andrew likes him much more this way

• nathan sending neil a cleaver as a gift during games and not just any cleaver - the exact one neil was forced to use as a kid and that had been used on him. thus: neil absolutely losing his shit and going batshit crazy in the arena

• unhinged, bloody neil, panting and curling his hands around the cleaver as he stands among bodies he just ripped apart (this one scene is very vivid in my mind and it makes me all kinds of hot and bothered tbh)

• jerjean arc hehe. and I ain’t tellin you nothin more

• kevaaron!! aaron becoming a doctor in district 13 like prim did. aaron meeting kevin and teaching him what a healing, gentle touch is. teaching him how it is to belong with someone not to someone. both of them teaching each other how to step out of their brothers’ shadow and become their own people

[mega-aulover]

Tease

This is for the wonderful @gremlinddrawss who drew a wonderful Everlark This DRAWING Named the TEASE

thank you for your wonderful art...Rated T - unbeta'd - all mistakes are mine-

Katniss and Peeta’s first time was a few weeks ago, but since then they had been dancing around the other about doing it again. It wasn’t good. It was awkward, but the promise of more was there. The tension was thick between them. They exchanged shy glances. Anytime they brushed each other, Katniss would get goosebumps all over. Yesterday evening, Katniss felt flushed due to Peeta’s heated stare as she ate his flaky aromatic bread. Afterward, she’d poured water over her face to cool herself down. Cold showers were becoming the norm.

Katniss couldn’t take it anymore and she prepared.

Sunday morning Katniss couldn’t wait to spend the day with Peeta. He normally didn’t bake or paint on Sundays. It was their day to lounge about and do nothing. Katniss took a deep breath, as she dressed. It was chilly outside, and she wished for it to be warmer so that she could wear one of the pretty dresses that Cinna had designed. Instead, she wore a sweater her mother had knitted for her, on top of a crisp white shirt and comfortable pants.

She bounded down the stairs to find Peeta drinking his tea at the breakfast table. He had cooked a hearty breakfast of thick fluffy pancakes, and mounds of bacon and eggs. Typically Katniss would've devoured the food, but today she had a different breakfast in mind. She had a game in mind, something pleasurable.

“Morning,” Peeta said as he took a sip of his tea.

“Where are you ticklish,” Katniss blurted, she felt the way heat flooded her cheeks.

Peeta spat out his tea. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately grabbing a towel to dry himself off.

The situation made her want to laugh. A small giggle escaped her lips and it was followed by an unfeminine chortle.

Peeta began laughing.

“What was that about,” he asked when the mirth died down.

Katniss took a deep breath, “I want to…” Her cheeks burned, and even her hands looked flushed. “You know… upstairs.”

“Really?”

Katniss took his hand and gently tugged him forward as a way of answering his question. Peeta followed behind obediently. When they were both kneeling on the bed, Katniss noticed he shared her goofy grin.

“You first,” Katniss said biting her lip, glancing up at Peeta from beneath her lashes.

Peeta nodded and reached out and tugged off her sweater.

Katniss jovially raised her arms. Her head got wedged in the sweater, and he laughed when it finally came off. She began snorting like a pig and couldn’t help herself.

“That was graceful!” Peeta began laughing.

Couldn’t help but feel giddy and laughed a full belly laugh, as she said, “Capitol worthy!”

“You would make Effie proud with that level of etiquette,” Peeta said his blue eyes shining.

Katniss loved the fact that she could be her authentic self with Peeta. There was no pretension, no expectations, he loved her unconditionally. Her heart bee-bopped in her chest, as she leaned forward to take his sweater off. “You next.”

His muscular torso appeared slowly. Katniss was taking it slow, enjoying the show.

“Kanmifff,” Peeta said from behind his sweater.

Katniss suddenly became nervous and pulled his sweater off, dragging his head down. She could hear his laughter at her jerky movements. He then snorted loudly.

This caused her to smile uncontrollably. “I think you missed some of those classes on etiquette.”    

“I think you ripped my ears off,” Peeta said.

Katniss leaned forward and gently placed her hands on his face, giving him a teasing smile, gently cupped his face. “Real,” she whispered, as she gave him a kiss on each ear. Then she whispered, “Catch me if you can baker boy.” Katniss popped off the bed and ran.

Peeta sat there momentarily stunned, as she opened their bedroom door Katniss could hear him laugh-shout, “TEASE!”

She laughed as she ran out, anticipating the chase, this was one of the good games to play.  

[kabbal]

Not to be emotional about Hunger Games : Mockingjay Part 1 but I will never be over the moment Katniss goes to the hospital and one woman asks "What about the baby?". The humanity of it. The way it shows how much people care.

Like. We, the audience, know there was never ever a baby, that it was just an attempt by Peeta to save Katniss from the Games. But this nameless woman doesn't know that. I think of the way she must have felt, watching these two young people who had barely escaped death, who had begun a life together, who were going to have a child, just to have it ripped from them. I think of this woman who remembered, despite having her own life torn to pieces, that young Katniss Everdeen was going to have a baby. I think of her voice, so worried - "What about the baby?". What about your life ? What about your hopes ?

I think of this woman and I think of Katniss, her small, almost whispered "I lost it." It was a lie, except it wasn't at all - she lost the baby when she lost Peeta, when she lost Cinna, when she lost district 12. She lost her happy ending and her hopes of safety.

And Katniss and the nameless woman are talking about the same thing in very different way, but there's an understanding, an acknowledgement of grief. There's humanity in the very act of asking. There's vulnerability in the answer.

[mr-darcy-where-are-you]

Catching fire is THE BEST movie in the franchise: a presentation

Exhibit A: Fashion

Effie's butterfly dress, truly ahead of her time

Katniss' wedding gown turned mockingjay (RIP Cinna)

Exhibit B: Survival all stars

Love the concept, love the victors, love the arena, love the rebel's escape plan, Lovelovelove. I yassed, was stressed, and pissed all at once.

Exhibit C: Everlark content

"Orange, like the sunset"

Peeta. My dear sweet peeta.

Peeta hits the forcefield. I just know we ALL had the same reaction as katniss here

THE PEARL

The necklace pretty much solidified my spot on peeta town. How does one not be on team peeta after that? Im pretty sure this scene set my very high, unrealistic standard for men.

Exhibit D: Finnick Odair

This is self-explanatory

Yes indeed, I do want a sugar cube.

Catching fire: The sequel to end all sequels

That's it, thank you.

PS the CGI in this movie puts the first one in shame 🫣

[katnissmellarkkk]

A bookcomb I’ve wanted to do for a hot minute. For once it’s not Everlark centered. I decided to make a bookcomb for all the times Johanna and Katniss give off mean big sister / bullied little sister vibes. The vibes the films very much lacked, if I do say so myself.

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Johanna Mason. From District 7. Lumber and paper, thus the tree. She won by very convincingly portraying herself as weak and helpless so that she would be ignored. Then she demonstrated a wicked ability to murder. She ruffles up her spiky hair and rolls her wide-set brown eyes. “Isn’t my costume awful? My stylist’s the biggest idiot in the Capitol. Our tributes have been trees for forty years under her. Wish I’d gotten Cinna. You look fantastic.”

Girl talk. That thing I’ve always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he’s been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric I could think of off the top of my head.

“I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna.

I bet you did, I think. With a few inches of my flesh.

-

The other tributes begin to line up as well. I’m confused because, while they all are angry, some are giving us sympathetic pats on the shoulder, and Johanna Mason actually stops to straighten my pearl necklace.

“Make him pay for it, okay?” she says.

I nod, but I don’t know what she means.

-

“Lay off her,” I snap.

Johanna narrows her brown eyes at me in hatred. “Lay off her?” she hisses. She steps forward before I can react and slaps me so hard I see stars. “Who do you think got them out of that bleeding jungle for you? You — ”

-

We watch the water lap up over the undergarments. “So what were you doing with Nuts and Volts?” I ask.

“I told you — I got them for you. Haymitch said if we were to be allies I had to bring them to you,” says Johanna. “That’s what you told him, right?”

No, I think. But I nod my head in assent. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“I hope so.” She gives me a look filled with loathing, like I’m the biggest drag possible on her life. I wonder if this is what it’s like to have an older sister who really hates you.

“Tick, tock,” I hear behind me. I turn and see Wiress has crawled over. Her eyes are focused on the jungle.

“Oh, goody, she’s back. Okay, I’m going to sleep. You and Nuts can guard together,” Johanna says. She goes over and flings herself down beside Finnick.

-

“Get up,” I order, shaking Peeta and Finnick and Johanna awake. “Get up — we have to move.” There’s enough time, though, to explain the clock theory to them. About Wiress’s tick-tocking and how the movements of the invisible hands trigger a deadly force in each section.

I think I’ve convinced everyone who’s conscious except Johanna, who’s naturally opposed to liking anything I suggest. But even she agrees it’s better to be safe than sorry.

-

My fingers tighten on the knife handle at my belt.

“Go ahead. Try it. I don’t care if you are knocked up, I’ll rip your throat out,” says Johanna.

I know I can’t kill her right now. But it’s just a matter of time with Johanna and me. Before one of us offs the other.

-

Johanna, frankly, I could easily kill if it came down to protecting Peeta. Or maybe even just to shut her up.

-

“I should have never mentioned the clock,” I say bitterly. “Now they’ve taken that advantage away as well.”

“Only temporarily,” says Beetee. “At ten, we’ll see the wave again and be back on track.”

“Yes, they can’t redesign the whole arena,” says Peeta.

“It doesn’t matter,” says Johanna impatiently. “You had to tell us or we never would have moved our camp in the first place, brainless.” Ironically, her logical, if demeaning, reply is the only one that comforts me.

-

“I’m getting water,” she says.

I can’t help catching her hand as she passes me. “Don’t go in there. The birds —” I remember the birds must be gone, but I still don’t want anyone in there. Not even her.

“They can’t hurt me. I’m not like the rest of you. There’s no one left I love,” Johanna says, and frees her hand with an impatient shake. When she brings me back a shell of water, I take it with a silent nod of thanks, knowing how much she would despise the pity in my voice.

-

“Let’s each have three, and whoever is still alive at breakfast can take a vote on the rest,” says Johanna. I don’t know why this makes me laugh a little. I guess because it’s true. When I do, Johanna gives me a look that’s almost approving. No, not approving. But maybe slightly pleased.

-

“Wait, let me get Johanna up,” says Finnick. “She’ll be rabid if she thinks she missed something this important.”

“Or not,” I mutter, since she’s always pretty much rabid, but I don’t stop him, because I’d be angry myself if I was excluded from a plan at this point.

-

I give him a kiss and, before he can object any further, I let go and turn to Johanna. “Ready?”

“Why not?” says Johanna with a shrug. She’s clearly no happier about being teamed up than I am. But we’re all caught up in Beetee’s trap. “You guard, I’ll unwind. We can trade off later.”

-

The next thing I know, I’m lying on my back in the vines, a terrible pain in my left temple. Something’s wrong with my eyes. My vision blurs in and out of focus as I strain to make the two moons floating up in the sky into one. It’s hard to breathe, and I realize Johanna’s sitting on my chest, pinning me at the shoulders with her knees.

There’s a stab in my left forearm. I try to jerk away but I’m still too incapacitated. Johanna’s digging something, I guess the point of her knife, into my flesh, twisting it around. There’s an excruciating ripping sensation and warmth runs down my wrist, filling my palm. She swipes down my arm and coats half my face with my blood.

“Stay down!” she hisses. Her weight leaves my body and I’m alone.

-

The white curtain that divides my bed from the next patient’s whips back, and Johanna Mason stares down at me. At first I feel threatened, because she attacked me in the arena. I have to remind myself that she did it to save my life. It was part of the rebel plot. But still, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t despise me. Maybe her treatment of me was all an act for the Capitol?

“I’m alive,” I say rustily.

“No kidding, brainless.” Johanna walks over and plunks down on my bed, sending spikes of pain shooting across my chest. When she grins at my discomfort, I know we’re not in for some warm reunion scene. “Still a little sore?” With an expert hand, she quickly detaches the morphling drip from my arm and plugs it into a socket taped into the crook of her own. “They started cutting back my supply a few days ago. Afraid I’m going to turn into one of those freaks from Six. I’ve had to borrow from you when the coast was clear. Didn’t think you’d mind.”

-

“The impact ruptured your spleen. They couldn’t repair it.” She gives a dismissive wave of her hand. “Don’t worry, you don’t need one. And if you did, they’d find you one, wouldn’t they? It’s everybody’s job to keep you alive.”

“Is that why you hate me?” I ask.

“Partly,” she admits. “Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you’re a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn’t an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally.”

“You should have been the Mockingjay. No one would’ve had to feed you lines,” I say.

“True. But no one likes me,” she tells me.

-

The soreness from the bruised ribs, however, promises to hang on for a while. I begin to resent Johanna dipping into my morphling supply, but I still let her take whatever she likes.

-

I’m standing off to the side, clapping to the rhythm, when a bony hand pinches me above the elbow. Johanna scowls at me. “Are you going to miss the chance to let Snow see you dancing?” She’s right. What could spell victory louder than a happy Mockingjay twirling around to music?

-

Back in the hospital, I find Johanna in the same circumstance and spitting mad. I tell her about what Coin said. “Maybe you can train, too.”

“Fine. I’ll train. But I’m going to the stinking Capitol if I have to kill a crew and fly there myself,” says Johanna.

“Probably best not to bring that up in training,” I say. “But it’s nice to know I’ll have a ride.”

Johanna grins, and I feel a slight but significant shift in our relationship. I don’t know that we’re actually friends, but possibly the word allies would be accurate. That’s good. I’m going to need an ally.

-

After we stretch — which hurts — there’s a couple of hours of strengthening exercises — which hurt — and a five-mile run — which kills. Even with Johanna’s motivational insults driving me on, I have to drop out after a mile.

-

It’s a bad night in our room. Sleep’s out of the question. I think I can actually smell the ring of flesh around my chest burning, and Johanna’s fighting off withdrawal symptoms. Early on, when I apologize about cutting off her morphling supply, she waves it off, saying it had to happen anyway. But by three in the morning, I’m the target of every colorful bit of profanity District 7 has to offer. At dawn, she drags me out of bed, determined to get to training.

“I don’t think I can do it,” I confess.

“You can do it. We both can. We’re victors, remember? We’re the ones who can survive anything they throw at us,” she snarls at me. She’s a sick greenish color, shaking like a leaf. I get dressed.

We must be victors to make it through the morning. I think I’m going to lose Johanna when we realize it’s pouring outside. Her face turns ashen and she seems to have ceased breathing.

“It’s just water. It won’t kill us,” I say. She clenches her jaw and stomps out into the mud.

-

In the afternoon, we learn to assemble our guns. I manage it, but Johanna can’t hold her hands steady enough to fit the parts together. When York’s back is turned, I help her out.

-

When she tries to get discharged from the hospital, they won’t agree to let her live alone, even if she comes in for daily talks with the head doctor. I think they may have put two and two together about the morphling and this only adds to their view that she’s unstable. “She won’t be alone. I’m going to room with her,” I announce. There’s some dissent, but Haymitch takes our part, and by bedtime, we have a compartment across from Prim and my mother, who agrees to keep an eye on us.

-

She neatly returns my keepsakes to the drawer and climbs into the bed across from me just as the lights go out. “You’re not afraid I’ll kill you tonight?”

“Like I couldn’t take you,” I answer. Then we laugh, since both our bodies are so wrecked, it will be a miracle if we can get up the next day. But we do. Each morning, we do. And by the end of the week, my ribs feel almost like new, and Johanna can assemble her rifle without help.

-

I sit on my bed, trying to stuff information from my Military Tactics books into my head while memories of my nights with Peeta on the train distract me. After about twenty minutes, Johanna comes in and throws herself across the foot of my bed. “You missed the best part. Delly lost her temper at Peeta over how he treated you. She got very squeaky. It was like someone stabbing a mouse with a fork repeatedly. The whole dining hall was riveted.”

-

At the hospital room door, I watch Johanna for a moment, realize that most of her ferocity is in her abrasive attitude. Stripped of that, as she is now, there’s only a slight young woman, her wide-set eyes fighting to stay awake against the power of the drugs. Terrified of what sleep will bring. I cross to her and hold out the bundle.

“What’s that?” she says hoarsely. Damp edges of her hair form little spikes over her forehead.

“I made it for you. Something to put in your drawer.” I place it in her hands. “Smell it.”

She lifts the bundle to her nose and takes a tentative sniff. “Smells like home.” Tears flood her eyes.

-

Suddenly, she has my wrist in an iron grip. “You have to kill him, Katniss.”

“Don’t worry.” I resist the temptation to wrench my arm free.

“Swear it. On something you care about,” she hisses.

[…]

“On my family’s life,” I repeat.

She lets go and I rub my wrist. “Why do you think I’m going, anyway, brainless?”

That makes her smile a little. “I just needed to hear it.” She presses the bundle of pine needles to her nose and closes her eyes.

-

[witchthewriter]

𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @blodgmonster.

I apologise so damn hard for the wait. I haven't been feeling well and only now am I up to it. I am so so so sorry xx

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! He is the ultimate perfect boyfriend/partner/husband/friend/best friend/aquaintance. I also ship you two because you would be such a great match. Golden retriever boyfriend but his bark is as bad as his bite. He will protect you to no end. Peeta is just so ... smitten, he's so excited to be around you. He just wants to know you, see you, make you happy!!!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Is THE MOST gentlest man ever. Whenever he wakes you up, it's so soothing that you instantly fall back to sleep every time. You've told him to yell at you or something to actually get you up and out of bed

Speaking of bed, Peeta likes to take the side where the easiest entries/exists is, so that he can protect you if anything were to happen

Loves back tickles and whenever you stop, he'll move your hand back to his skin

Does cry here and there, especially at night when he has nightmares. He hates waking you up or talking about it - he doesn't want to weigh you down with his baggage

Is definitely the type of partner to find cool things and bring them back to you. Like: "look at this weirdly shaped rock I found!"

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Exhausted (Peeta) x 100% the reason (You)

Calm bf x Hyper gf

Found Family

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Always On His Mind

(whatever decisions he makes, you're considered. you're a person that he cannot live without.)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your passion and creativity. Peeta's noticed the glint in your eye when you get an idea, or when your passionate about something. I.e., he knows when you're about to rip someones head off or you're about to say the most brilliant thing he's ever heard. It's so endearing!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would actually be the best of friends with Cinna, or Finnick. They both have this cool exterior, but on the inside there's always something churning. They're smart, no, intelligent - almost wise. But ready to put their lives on the line in this world. It's their passion, the same you have.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Johanna and Prim, like 50% each. Soft and hard. Dominant and submissive. Red and white. You can be bold, loud and brash. But you have such a sweetness about you. You want the best for people. You want the world to be better.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

With the districts now free, and no one controlling the citizens of Panem with a gun to the head, many things that weren't there before are now starting to reappear.

Dogs for pets were nearly unheard of. Well, not just dogs, but most animals. Now, with more free time, you and Peeta found a lil pup out in the forest.

A sweet girl who was hungry, and small for her size. But she was a fighter, and obviously you took her home.

She became Peeta's best friend, following him everywhere, tail wagging. It was honestly just two golden retrievers doing silly things together. But you loved watching them.

She protects you like nothing you've ever seen. Even when known people come to visit, she's right in front of you, making sure you're safe.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆! He is so empathetic, so sympathetic, he just understands others... unless they annoy him. But I think Ed is one of the most open-minded, fair, humble and soft-hearted of the men in Narnia. Caspian is too hot-headed and you would clash, Peter is too headstrong, Tumnus - well I have a feeling it wouldn't work out.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ed will get you absolutely anything you want. But it got so bad that Peter and the other siblings/rulers had to put aside a fund and that certain amount could only be used on you (he's LAVISHING on you)

Will stare at you from across the room/hall/chamber. He always needs to locate you in a crowd and make sure you're okay. Even when he's in the middle of a conversation, he'll keep talking but scan through the crowd

Always wants to hold your hand, no matter where you are. He doesn't care if it makes him look soft, even in front of those he needs to intimidate. He just wants to hold your fricken hand :'(

Prefers to spend his time alone with you somewhere secluded. Like in a field or a quiet part of the woods.

Blushes extremely easily. Like... he blushes every goddamn day. Even f you're just looking at him,, he blushes, bump next to him,, blush. (Susan thought he was sick for a while)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait A Minute by WILLOW

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Ed)

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ed)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Ed)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” (You) x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.” (Ed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you stand up for what you believe in, no matter how hard your voice shakes. You never let anyone bully another. And you start to get a reputation of justice-bringer. It actually goes really well with Ed's title, "The Just."

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lucy! Without a doubt. She would love you. And be really jealous that Edmund keeps taking you away from her. She really doesn't like sharing, especially when you get just as excited as she does about things.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Peter, Lucy, Caspian and Tumnus. Sometimes you might feel influenced to do something against your morals, but you always rectify it (Tumnus). No ones perfect. But you try your best to be the best version of you that you can be (Peter). Also you're very imaginative (Lucy), and have a fiery attitude (Caspian).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A goddamn talking unicorn.

Believed that only the worthy can be near them, much less touch and ride them.

Even Aslan was shocked to find a unicorn so comfortable around you. There's barely any as it is. But somehow you've become a beacon to the four-legged beauties.

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

(god i just had to use that gif wtf it's so ... erotic...sexy...okay sorry ill get back in my cage).

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘! What really struck me is your passionate nature, but moreso, your ability to be yourself no matter the situation. I can just imagine the chaos you two get up to. It would be wonderful. I mean wonderful for you and Jack, but torturous for those around you - especially Gibbs.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Absentmindedly plays with your hair, your hands (in public), strokes your face, nibbles on your ear, squeezes your waist (only when you're alone)

You're never afraid of being captured or arrested because you know that you're Jack will always come for you. No matter how far, no matter if it's in a different dimension, he will come for you.

Let's you wear his hat, without worry that you'll lose it. He trusts you completely (it's borderline ridiculous)

And you're the only one to give him a nickname, (or not call him captain - but you do in front of other people and it boosts his ego so goddamn much).

You always sleep in the captain's quarters; and always get the most comfortable spot. However, you do want Jack to sleep next to you so it's a tight squeeze but you don't care (neither does he... but he will complain about it just to make you annoyed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Smooth Operator by Sade

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (Jack) x Is touch starved (You)

Commits crimes (Jack) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Jack)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Spent so much time together that it was obvious the two of you were romantic partners. Even if neither of you said anything about it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your honesty with him. The way you tug his shirt when he's gone too far, or said the wrong thing to someone. When he makes you mad or annoyed. He loves riling you up.

But he really admires your bravery. Your courage even when you're fearful or insecure. You push through it. Especially if it's his life on the line. He's forever grateful that you're his partner (in life and in crime).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

ELIZABETH SWANN! She fucking adores you. Was there a moment when she had a crush on Jack? Yes. But she also had a crush on you...and secretly wished you three could be together, or four - ya know, she still loved Will.

But you have a friend for life. A Pirate King no less.

She's desperate to hear about your stories, she wants to know everything about you. You said you'd tell her, but only if she told you about herself as well.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Jack, Elizabeth and Anamaria; chaotic, thoughtful, caring, determined, fun-loving, hot-headed. Multidimensional you are. I feel as though you have a large imagination as well, so maybe Carina but not her logical side lol

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

This world is fantasy as well, so I NEED to give you a pet that isn't normal.

Your pet is a shapeshifting animal - but he can only become three things. A horse, a mouse and a crow. And yes he can understand you.

Jack did not like him at first. But the shifter grew on him (only because he could help you both get out of trouble.)