#Catching Fire

[shrub-rose]

that's all I have to say

do you all see my vision here

[charlunday]

Getting ready for a shift at the bakery! Look under the cut to see him after ❤️

commissions open!

[inhales-agressively]

Put 2 of your Blorbos in a poll and let people vote who they think is cuter

[allisluv]

How do we think Finnick would react to his S/O showing up at his door in the middle of a thunderstorm? Completely soaked of course

Yk that troupe of “I didn’t know where else to go” the ANGST of it all

It could also just be something fluffy like they wanted to see him really bad! So many possibilities in the rain

thunderstorms.

content warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff and angst rolled into one. thunderstorms, one innuendo, reader mentions the capitol and tiny implications that reader is forced into prostitution however it's not touched on.

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It’s late in the night when Finnick hears the knock on his front door. He’s always been a light sleeper, and despite your knocking being soft at first, he somehow still manages to hear it over the loud clap of thunder.

He drags himself out of bed and slips his feet into a pair of sneakers. As he treks down the staircase, the knocking becomes more insistent, more frantic and scared, and he finds himself growing worried. 

He glances at the clock in the kitchen. Who in the hell is at his front door at three in the morning? Tentatively, he calls out through the door. “Who is it?�� 

“It’s me.”  He heaves a semi-relieved sigh and unlocks the door. His eyes rake over your body, taking in the way your clothes are soaked through and your body shivers. “Jesus, angel, what’s wrong?” 

You frown and swallow the lump in your throat. “I— I didn’t know where else to go.” Your voice has a shake to it and you’re nearly on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry.” 

He shakes his head, brushing you off and coaxing you through the front door. “Don’t be silly. Come in, you’ll catch your death if you stand out there any longer.” He leads you to sit on the edge of his sofa and kneels down in front of you. “I’m gonna get some warm clothes for you, okay? I’ll be right back.” 

You nod, shivering despite yourself as he runs back up the stairs. He’s as quick as be damned and in less than a minute, hes back by your side with a towel, an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. 

He disappears into the kitchen to make some chamomile tea for you as you change. Your hair is still wringing wet as you hide your hands in the sleeves of Finnicks hoodie. It smells like him; saltwater, sun cream and that cologne that reminds you of home. 

Finnick is quiet as he comes back into the living room and thrusts the mug of steaming hot tea into your hands. “There. That’ll keep you warm and it should steady your nerves, too.” He soothingly rubs a hand up and down the length of your back, trying to calm you down. Lightning strikes across the sky, bright and blinding, and you flinch without even meaning to. “It’s alright,” he coos. “You’re safe. You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 

You sigh. “I just— it’s stupid.” 

He raises a brow. “I doubt that. Go on, tell me anyways, angel, stupid or not.”

You hesitate, but eventually you relent. “I just came back from the Capitol.” His expression softens. “I don’t know, I know it’s stupid, I just— I didn’t want to be alone right now.” You squirm under the intensity of his gaze. “Sorry for waking you up.” 

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he chastises as softly as he can. “You hear me? Nothing. That’s what Im here for. C’mere.” You set down your mug on the coffee table and let him pull you into his lap. 

You’re straddling his thighs, arms twisting around him as he lets you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asks. You shake your head and he nods understandingly. “That’s alright, angel, but you’re safe now. You hear me? I’m here.”

You sigh against his skin. “Can I stay here tonight? Is that okay?” 

Finnick chuckles under his breath. “Just you try leaving, angel. Hold on,” he instructs, lifting you up into his arms and heading for the staircase. You cling to him like your life depends on it as he heads for his bedroom and settles you down on the double bed. 

He slips in beside you, and opens his arms. You’re more than happy to oblige; you cuddle in close to him and he silently presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Thank you,” he says. 

Your brows furrow. “For what?” 

“For trusting me enough to come to me.” He cards his fingers through your damp strands of hair. “I love you.” 

You sigh contentedly and blindly reach out for his hand, intertwining your fingers together. “I love you too.” 

He kisses your forehead once more and says, “Get some rest. You look like hell.” 

“Gee, thanks, honey. You sure know how to make a girl feel good.” You roll your eyes. 

Finnick grins mischievously. “I know more than one way to make you feel good.” He laughs when you slap him in the chest. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing.”

[atefingersdagger]

Effie in the Catching Fire novel asking her wine to be taken away because Haymitch is making an effort to stay sober is actually so wholesome and shows that she's actually pretty decent.

I love her.

[peetamellarkenjoyer1]

this line KILLS me. his rizz is unmatched.

Anjayyyyyyy

[shinynewmemories]

No but the Hunger Games really said "what do you hate more- the atrocities or the people who commit them against you? Because like it or not there IS a difference. If you hate the people who commit acts of pure evil more than you hate the acts themselves, what will stop you from becoming just like your enemies in your pursuit of justice? What will keep you from commiting those very same acts against THEM when the opportunity arises? And what then? The cycle of pain and suffering will never stop. Round and round it'll go. Nothing will ever change. But. BUT. If you hate the atrocities. If you hate the vile, senseless acts MORE than you hate the people who did them to you. If you are able to see that evil is evil regardless of who does it... The cycle ends with you. No, you may never get justice. But you will never be responsible for making others, even your enemies, suffer the same crimes you have. The atrocities will never be committed by you, never by your hand. And that's the way you change the world. It's the ONLY way" and that's why I am sure it will never stop being one of the most relevant works of fiction ever created

[stephsycamore]

I think the most radical thing the hunger games does is tell young people that the most revolutionary thing you can do is have unconditional love for humanity. Katniss throughout the entire series is guided by a deep sense of compassion for the people around her. It is what causes her to volunteer, to bury rue, to mercy kill cato, its why she tries to save peeta, why finnick telling her to remember who the real enemy is works, and even though her compassion for the larger world falters when peeta is kidnapped, it comes back when she visits hospitals and asks for mercy for other victors and ultimately, it is love and belief in a better humanity that makes her kill coin. Through it all, she maintains an unfaltering belief in the fundemental goodness of humanity, which is diametrically opposed to dr gaul's and snow's worldview. Peeta is even more unwaveringly compassionate

So the series tells young people that the most revolutionary thing you can be is compassionate. Let compassion drive your politics. Let yourself believe in the fundemental goodness of people. And i think that's deeply important in a world that touts the superiority of pure reason or logic, to allow yourself to be guided by something as emotional as compassion. Katniss everdeen tells us that your politics should be rooted in compassion in a world that thinks detatchment or cynicism is intelligence and i think thats v cool

[timelesslords]

thinking about how the hunger games were designed to prove that without society, order, government, someone to rule, we devolve into little more than animals, and how the games themselves prove over and over again that this is not true. We see it in every single game we witness.

Katniss placing flowers around Rue's body in the arena. Thresh sparing Katniss because she was kind to Rue, even though he was making it that much harder for himself to win.

Haymitch going back for Maysilee after hearing her scream even though their alliance had been broken. Haymitch holding her as she dies the same way Katniss did Rue.

Coral's "I can't have killed them all for nothing" when she realizes she's not going home. Lamina cutting down Marcus at great personal risk. And, my favorite moment in tbosas, Reaper collecting the bodies of his fellow tributes, his peers, even the ones who tried to kill him, into a pile. Taking the weapons from their hands. Closing their eyes and crossing their arms in the best approximation of a proper burial he can manage, covering them with the Capitol flag as a makeshift shroud.

The Games bring out the worst in people, yes. But despite the extreme circumstances, despite the exterior pressure of the Capitol, despite the fact that it could mean pain and heartbreak and death, it also shows that people have an enormous capacity for goodness. That even in a situation purposefully designed to make empathy impossible, people can't help but have it anyway.

Snow looks at the Games and all he can see is what's inside himself-- this pure animalistic drive to conquer and defeat. He kills and it feels good and he thinks that everyone else must feel that way too. He doesn't realize (maybe can't realize) that he is the exception, not the rule. He cannot see outside himself, outside his own warped perspective, to realize that the fact that people do show humanity in the games proves his entire worldview wrong.

[logicalbrina]

what makes Snow such a formidable villain within THG universe is that nothing he does was set in stone. there was no sense of inevitability about his actions and his brutality. Snow had enough perspective of poverty, capital cruelty, district hunger and not to mention his own arena experience’ and yet he actively chose at every moment to stray from natural goodness. its even more terrifying in the sense that he had the ability to care. Snow is not a mindless sociopath, he displays feelings to others such as sejanus, lucy grey and tigris but ultimately he will always choose himself. his ability to betray those he cared about in order yo advance himself makes him so much more than the stereotypical villain who is forced into his actions.

[flodaya]

#katniss is a victim of the sassy men apocalypse

[sherwood-scribblings]

Thought this was a necessary measure because we all know that surge of clueless thirsty tiktok fans is gonna happen.

[woah this post blew up how,,,,, psa that i have indepth analysis + theories on my feed if you crave more sotr content]

[ringtoned]

suzanne collins is such a genius... the cultural phenomenon of her series leading to the hanging tree house remixes, mockingjay being milked for two (bad) movies, the capitol-inspired makeup palettes, the halloween costumes, the explosion of the market for dystopia, the butchering of her characters and removal of disabilities, disfiguration, and racial tension + representation to sell more tickets, the extra gale scenes to fuel discourse, and the audience showing up to cinemas to watch what was pretty honestly marketed to them (the jacob vs edwardification of the symbolic love story and also to watch children fight to the death) it's just so ridiculously ironic i would say you can't write this shit, but she did write about it... in The Hunger Games published 2008

[brothersnackariahsbitch]

Now when I reread The Hunger Games series, I’m going to be giggling and kicking my feet every time something pops up that I know triggers Snow. Because once you read TBOSAS, you realize it’s literally EVERYTHING. Katniss’s name. Her mockingjay pin. Her singing. Where she’s from. Her falling for a blond boy. Her entire existence is torture for him. We don’t know if Lucy Gray lived or died, but she sure as hell lived on in Snow’s memory. She haunted him until the day he died.

[odairfilm]

In the epilogue of Mockingjay, Katniss only refers to her children as 'the boy' and 'the girl'. We never learn their real names. Throughout her life, Katniss has never really been allowed privacy or the ability to make many of her own decisions. Whether this was caused by the living conditions of the Seam and having to constantly provide for Prim and their mother, or by the fact that she was forced into the scrutiny of the public eye when she was reaped/volunteered and became the face of the rebellion- The Mockingjay.

So then all of this passes, she and Peeta are living together in District 12 in the Victor's Village, and they are finally allowed to choose how they want to live. After 15 years, she decides that she's ready to have kids. They can be raised in a safe environment with no Games, no threats. So the one choice she makes at the end is to keep their names from us, the audience. The one thing that gives us our identity before anything else. The one thing that, essentially, makes us who we are (also Suzanne is so meticulous with picking names throughout the series, so it would be special to Katniss and Peeta). She decides that that's only for her and her family to know.

We, who have literally seen every inch of her life from the reaping up until now, are being told that no, we don't get to see parts of her life without her permission anymore. And it always makes me so emotional. Like yes! Take back your life! Rest. Live. Love. But on YOUR terms and no one elses.

(I posted this on my TikTok acc @narniachrons as well. It wasn't stolen, I swear!)

[thesweetnessofspring]

I'm having emotions about this scene. How vulnerable Katniss can be with Peeta, and he can be with her, how affectionate they are. It's a beautiful snapshot into their relationship and one of my favorites.