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And a somewhat belated Happy Valentine's Day to you all!

I'd include some bread puns, but I am not very witty :c

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Oh, look. Peeta is here.

However, there is no one for Peeta to talk to.  How sad.

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hunger games how I met your mother

peeta: well kids as your dad told me about the woman he was in love with..

peeta: well kids as your mother was starving to death

peeta: well kids as your mom and I were trained to kill each other

peeta: well kids as your mom and I were on fire

peeta: well kids when your mom was undressing me because I was stabbed in my leg

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Peeta: set fiiiiiire to the breaaaad

watched it burn as i

fed the piiiigs

Katniss: peeta

Peeta: let it burn while i cry cause i saw you almost dead

almost dead

Katniss: peeta

Peeta: i set fire to the bread

and i threw it into the flameeees

Katniss: peeta

Peeta: and then you picked a dandelion and i dont know why

dont know why

Katniss: peeta

Peeta: what

Katniss: Shut up

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You guys, this is what's happening.

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So, to make up for having been away for so long without even coming on, I sorta did a little story thing in Peeta's point of view.  Enjoy, I guess c':  And sorry for the crap ending.  I suck at wrapping things up.

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The flashbacks, or episodes as Katniss called them, always came randomly.  It'd first start with a pounding headache and a bad feeling in his gut.  His eyesight would go fuzzy and his head would get light and dizzy.  His heart would start beating faster and he would get really hot.  His hands would start shaking uncontrollably.  But even worse was the wave of emotions that overpowered him.

They never started because of something he did, or else he would have stopped doing it by now.  However, it was always something in his surroundings that triggered it.  He did try to get ride of anything that could trigger an episode, but there wasn't anything definite.  Anything random could start one up. And he hated it.  He hated it all.  He hated the feelings of hate that filled his heart, the feelings of betrayal, saddness, or of pain that came with them.  He despised how much he would hate his wife, if even for a moment; the hate just surged through his body, the wanting to kill her, the rage.  He knew deep down he loved Katniss, more than anything, yet when an episode came, he despised her more than anything. 

Peeta knew that it wasn't Katniss's fault that his family died.  That many innocent people had lost their lives in the bombing of District Twelve.  But he still felt the need to blame her.  If she hadn't pulled the stupid stunt of wanting to swallow the berries, his family would still be alive.  He didn't think that it'd be them who would both be dead, or most likely just him.  But he hadn't been "programmed" that way. 

The Capitol had just wired him to blame her for certain things; the death of his loved ones and only family; the destruction of his home;  having to go back to the arena.  He knew in his heart that she didn't do anything, but he still blamed her.  He still hated her.  He fought with that side of himself.  He loved the girl on fire, more than anything.  Yes, he was sad his family had died, but it still wasn't Katniss's fault.  And it wasn't her fault that he went back to the arena, he had made his own choice, volunteering to protect her.

His love for her would conquer the feelings of hate that overwhelmed him.  But nothing stopped the visions.  Dead bodies everywhere, of Mags, the Morphling, his family.  The mutts that wanted him dead.  Unimaginable horrors and pains that he felt the only way to get rid of, was to get rid of her.  His hands itched with the urge to strangle her.  So he would grip the back of a chair or the top of a table in order to control himself.  On one occasion, Katniss found him locked in a closet, his head between his legs and hands pulling his hair.   He dug his nails in his palms, trying to stay focused, to not be overpowered by the flashbacks. 

My name is Peeta Mellark.  I don't hate Katniss.  I love her. I love the girl on fire.  She has done nothing wrong.  She has done nothing wrong.  Nothing wrong. 

He often found himself chanting that, and had many times spoken outloud.  He'd breath in deeply, in and out, evenly and slowly.  All in effort to control himself.  He'd knew he didn't hate Katniss.  He shouldn't hate anyone.  But he couldn't help but hate those people responsible for breaking him.

"Peeta?" her voice broke through his flashbacks.  His nightmares came crashing down, dissappearing completely, leaving only a headache.  Nothing compared to what he had just been feeling."You okay?"  She sensed something was wrong and that he didn't want to think about it, so she didn't press.

"Y-yeah,"  he answered, clearing his throat.  He was greatful for her coming in when she did, saving him like she usually did. 

"Alright," she answered.  "I just finished skinning the squirrels I caught.  Came by to see if you would like to cook them or if you'd like me to try and maybe burn down the house while I was at it."

Peeta laughed in response.  "I'll be there in a sec," he told her.  "You can go ahead."

He watched her walk back to the house, her braid somewhat bouncing everytime she took a step.  It was times like this that his love for her just overwhelmed him.  He didn't know how just minutes ago he had hated her.  But he knew deep down he couldn't ever hate her.  Because she was always there to save him, to put him back together when he was breaking.

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Mockingjay-pin poster (SIGNED BY JOSH HUTCHERSON) giveaway!

Okay so some of you may know that I had the extreme privilege of attending Josh’s Journey 2 premiere red carpet in Melbourne last week, and he very graciously signed some stuff for me, including this poster, which I have decided to give away! The poster is the on-fire Mockingjay pin, and Josh has signed it in the flames in the top right corner of the pin (he’s signed his name ‘Josh H’ and then written “Peeta” next to it which is just so goddamn adorable I can’t). The poster is the one from the recent edition of Empire magazine, so it’s on (the reasonably thin) magazine paper, and is approx. 40 x 55 cm (which, according to my converter, is about 16 x 22 inches). It also needs a small disclaimer: the poster isn’t brand new. I got it for Christmas and had it hanging on my wall for a couple of weeks, and then took it down for the premiere. It’s still in near-perfect condition, there’s just a small tear in the top right-hand corner from the blu-tac, and a small smudge on the bottom of Josh’s signature, but they’re both barely noticeable - hopefully that doesn’t make a difference, but I just thought I’d let you know anyway. So, here are the rules:

You don’t have to be following me (although that would be nice!)

You need to have your ask box open/be easily contactable

You can reblog this no more than 3 times, and likes don’t count

I will ship anywhere in the world (well since I live in Australia, it is highly likely I will need to ship overseas hahaha!) and will pay for shipping

The winner will be reaped (by random.org) on February 11th, Australian time

MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR!

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I Love you...

And I love you, Anon.

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SKJDF;KDSABJFALDSHFLSDLFKHSD;OIFH

DEAD.

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If this stupid thing (SOPA/PIPA) gets passed, I'd just like to thank every single one of my followers for the wonderful experience I've had here. Thank you all.

Even though I haven't been here, it's been marvelous.  Don't forget to liv it up.  Love you all.

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SKJDF;KDSABJFALDSHFLSDLFKHSD;OIFH

DEAD.

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Hello, everyone.

It's a bit late isn't it?  Or is that just the lack of sleep talking?  Oh those blessed nightmares.

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I have biscuits in the oven right now.  You can have some after they're done. 

Hola Peeta

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Aloha.

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Yeah.  Snow is probably around a million years old.  And Effie Haymitch is only about a thousand.

Poor Effie.

Yeah,

Snow is the oldest. 

Then Effie Haymitch

lol Effie

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But in all reality, Haymitch (IC) is the oldest.  Other than Snow.  And Effie.

Nyurp.

So, is no one on or willing to talk to me?

Okay ;u;

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Indeed.  I'm no longer the youngest one here ;u;  Okay, okay.

So, is no one on or willing to talk to me?

Okay ;u;