#catching fire

[madzthemenace]

People Magazine just released an extract from Chapter 1 of SOTR and here’s what we got from it:

- Haymitch’s birthday is on Reaping Day, 4th July

- His brothers name is Sid, and is 10 years old. 6 years younger than Haymitch

- His girlfriends name is Lenore Dove

- His mother is 35. Meaning she had Haymitch at 19, and Sid at 25

- Haymitch goes to the woods (to do work?)

- Haymitch’s father also died in a coal mining accident

- His mother does Laundry, same as Hazelle

God I am so excited I need the book NOW

[virtualtoybox]

You know Queen somehow I don’t think Finnick thinks your botoy is the most specialest guy in the whole world. I don’t think that’s what he meant.

[allisluv]

i literally need some heavy angst like injected into my veins rn

could you make a finnick x reader fic where she was unable to be rescued when the arena broke and later he sees her on tv like how katniss saw peeta? no worries if you can’t <:-)

lots of love!!

god.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!victor reader

content warnings: existential crisis, pre-established relationship, katniss and finnick friendship, reader has been taken by the capitol, implied torture, finnick's mental health issues.

word count: 0.6k

author's note: there will (eventually) be a part two that follows on from another request :)

Finnick has never had strong opinions in whether or not a God exists. He doesn't know if he believes that when you die, you go to this good, beautiful place called heaven. He doesn't know if he believes that you don't, either.

What he does know is that he doesn't think it's fair to judge if people will spend their afterlife condemned to this so-called hell based solely on their mistakes.

All of these thoughts have never really bothered him. He didn't find it particularly interesting or necessary to spend his free time having an existential crisis.

But ever since The Quarter Quell ended three weeks ago and he has been confined to this dimly lit hospital room, he can not stop himself from wondering if the outcome would have been different if maybe he had believed in God.

Maybe if he had prayed more, the rebels would have gotten to you in time.

Maybe if he had went to church, he wouldn't be sitting here on his own, without you.

And maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't done so many awful things, this wouldn't be God's way of taking out their anger on the two of you.

Ever since The Capitol took you, Finnick has not had a solid grasp on how much time passes. He isn't entirely sure how long he sits in that hospital bed, wallowing in his thoughts. He only knows that Katniss is the one to pull him from his thoughts.

Her lips are pulled into a tight line and her eyes are tired, lacking the usual fire that gave her her name. "Are you coming for dinner?"

Finnick gives a silent shake of his head.

Katniss rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, roughly yanking him out of bed and onto unsteady feet. "I wasn't really asking." She gestures to a pair of slippers on the floor. "Put them on. If I have to sit through one more of Gale's rants about Peeta, Im going to put a bullet through my head."

Finnick's lips twitch ever so slightly. He knows that the medical staff would put her back on watch if they caught her saying that, but he's glad that she isn't walking around on eggshells around him, scared to put a foot out of line and send him into hysterics again.

Katniss gives him a poke with her foot. "Go on. Put them on already. I'm hungry."

With a heavy sigh, Finnick pushes his feet into the slippers and pulls on another robe to keep himself warm. He's just glad he doesn't have to wear District Thirteen's standard uniform; he supposes that being in the hospital wing does have it's perks from time to time.

Katniss practically drags him to the dining hall and stands by his side as they queue up for dinner. She doesn't try making small talk, and he offers her a grateful smile as they turn to find a seat.

Finnick's sea-green eyes scan the dining hall, and eventually flicker to the television screens that are slowly coming to life. His brows furrow and the breath is punched out of his lungs when he sees that it is a Capitol issued broadcast.

One that has you front and centre.

His tray falls to the floor with a loud clatter and he ends up moving on auto-pilot towards the nearest television screen. People scramble out of his way as if he's dangerous, and while that would normally hurt his feelings, he's too caught up watching your face.

"You're alive," Finnick mumbles under his breath.

Your face is hollow, with cheeks that have sunk in and your eyes are bloodshot and cold as you stare down Caesar Flickerman. He can't help but feel a spark of pride in his chest as Caesar tries to interview you, and you point-blank refuse to acknowledge his presence.

That's his girl.

The pride slowly fizzles out when he sees you being dragged out of the frame by two Peacekeepers, and it's quickly replaced with a fear that makes his blood run cold.

And then your screaming starts.

[charlunday]

I'm back at art school! So I figured it was time for a good old-fashioned thirst trap

commissions open!

[mariigoldzz]

Katniss and Prim - The Hunger Games Trilogy

"I need only to think of Prim and all my resolve disintegrates. It’s my job to protect her."

[thebootstrap-paradox]

Yesterday I learned Haymitch was willing to sacrifice himself by volunteering for Peeta on his birthday 😀😀😀

[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

[virtualtoybox]

Was overcome with the need to imagine in universe everlark girlies after “if it weren’t for the baby”

[allisluv]

hiii i heard you were looking for finnick requests😈😈 could you do one where finnick is comforting the reader because she’s hated by a lot of people and just excluded from everything (self indulgent lol)

groupchats.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

content warnings: pre established relationships, for arguments sake the districts have phones and media etc, pet names, one suggestive comment towards the end.

word count: 0.8k

Realistically, you know you should spend your time doing something a tad more productive than falling down a rabbit hole of self loathing and self pity, but that proves to be a hell of a lot easier said than done when your phone keeps on blowing up every thirty seconds with new messages. 

Earlier in the day, your work colleagues had not-so-subtly dropped into the conversation that they were going out for a couple of drinks that following evening.

A staff night out, they had called it. 

You were still fairly new to your job and getting to know the people you worked with was harder than you had anticipated--- especially when they were so damn secretive and judgemental. Honestly, it was like being back in high school with cliques and queen bees.

Still, you were trying to remain optimistic, and you had asked when it would be taking place and where. You were excited, and yeah, maybe that was a bit stupid considering that these people hadn't spared you a second glance, but you thought this was their attempt at trying to get to know you.

But the second the words had left your mouth and the conversation fizzled out, you knew that the invitation had not extended to you after all.

You felt like a fool, and you had never scoffed down your lunch so fast in your entire life. The day had went by surprisingly fast after that and then you were on your way home.

Finnick had been there to greet you at the door, just as he always did, and he could instantly tell something was up. Of course, you naturally hadn't wanted to worry him so you made up a lie about how work had been tiring.

In all honesty you just didnt want to admit the truth. Part of you knew that Finnick realized that, too, but he hadn't pushed. Instead, he had pressed his lips to your forehead and bounced off to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

Your phone beeps again, dragging you out of your reminiscing on the day. You grimace as you absentmindedly click on the photograph and a picture of your co-workers brightens up your screen.

You don't even know how they got your number.

All you know is that they've added you to a group chat that you really don't want to be in.

It's almost like they're rubbing your nose in it, but you don't want to be petty and leave the group chat, so you tough it out.

Finnick leans against the doorframe to the living room, watching you with furrowed brows and his head cocked to one side. He knows that something is upsetting you, but what he doesn't know is if he should push it or not.

He calls your name, but you dont answer, too absorbed in whatever you're watching on your phone. As quietly as possible, he crosses the room and flops down on the sofa beside you, peering over your shoulder with the hopes of getting a glimpse at what you're looking at.

A frown tugs at the corners of his lips when he sees the picture on your screen. You're still too caught up in your own head to realise that he's looking. "Aren't they your work colleagues?"

You jump almost as if you didn't realise he was there in the first place, before nodding. "Yeah."

"All of them?"

"Yeah." You sigh.

"Why didn't you go out with them? Are you not feeling well, angel?"

You swallow around the lump in your throat and shrug nonchalantly. "I wasn't... they didn't invite me." Finnick's face falls and you rush to console him. "It's not a big deal. Honestly, I'm just being silly."

Finnick tugs you into his arms without a second thought. "Oh, angel, it's not silly. You're allowed to be upset about them not inviting you. It sucks. But that says more about them than it does about you."

He holds you for another few minutes, just letting you feel your way through your emotions, before he pulls away and cradles your face in his hands. "Did you want to go out tonight?"

You shrug. "Not with them."

He rolls his eyes fondly. "I'm not talking about with those assholes. Do you wanna go out with me? I think we're well overdue a date night by now, anyway."

You duck your head to hide your smile. "We don't have to do that. It's fine, honestly."

"I know we don't have to. I want to. Besides, I think you deserve to be pampered, hm?" He pecks your lips. "Come on, let's go get all dolled up."

"Do you wanna know what would make me really happy?" A teasing smile pulls at the corners of your lips.

Finnick arches a brow. "Do tell."

"If you wore that white button down. You know that does things to me."

"Say less, angel, say less."

[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.

[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.

[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

[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]