#haymitch moment

[amgk22]

HOW THE HUNGER GAMES CAST WOULD REACT TO….

being asked out by their friend

includes: katniss, peeta, gale, haymitch, effie, cato, clove, glimmer, marvel, thresh, annie, finnick, johanna, coriolanus, lucy gray, sejanus, festus, coral, reaper

Katniss would think it’s a joke. Definitely think it’s a joke. Once you reassure her it’s very serious, she’d be confused on why her. Eventually, you’d have to bribe her with something to give you a try, and later she’d call it the best choice she made unironically.

Peeta would be very happy, and accept immediately. Later, at your house, you’d be interrupted by Peeta with some muffins made just for you by him.

Gale would at first be upset, that you were able to ask before him. He’d definitely be getting teased by Rory. He’d tell you that he was gonna ask you as well, but of course that’s a lie.

Haymitch would be too drunk to understand what you’re asking him, and say no. However, once he’s sobered up and realized what you’ve done, he’d call you and ask you to come to his place so he could explain- and accept immediately. He’d be sober during this, a rare sight of Haymitch.

Effie would pretend to be shocked, but really, she knew you’d ask her out. She’d accept, and give you some flowers to seal the deal. She’d listened to you talking about your favourite flowers earlier, and bought them ahead of time.

Cato would think it’s silly you’d ask him out, as he thought he’d ask you out. He’d still accept, of course, but make sure that you knew that he was the ‘boss’ in the relationship by doing everything for you that day. Was it from jealousy? Embarrassment? Possessiveness? We’ll never know.

Clove would definitely have an ego boost. Like, you asked her out first? That’s both sexy and sweet, and she would never shut up about it.

Glimmer would definitely accept immediately with no thought, she’s the type to go all in with romance. You can expect some cuddles that night from her, along with some teasing.

Marvel would be confused. Aren’t the guys supposed to ask first? As soon as you told him that that’s a stereotype, he’d accept, but still be VERY protective. He’d be very disappointed that you beat him to it, but also a bit proud.

Thresh would NOT trust you. He’d think of it as a joke, more or less like Katniss would. However, once he realizes it’s not, he’d say ‘yes’ and walk away, mainly cause he has no idea what else to do.

Annie would make it her mission to shower you with love and affection the second you asked her out. She’d accept, then come to your house with flowers and little pearls by the sea as a thank you gift.

Finnick would definitely feel a bit embarrassed, but also attracted to the fact that you asked him first. He’d be a bit scared if anyone heard, because he’s supposed to be, like, single and ready to mingle- but as soon as he realizes no one’s watching, he’d say yes.

Johanna would be the type to say ‘no’ jokingly, and then tell you it’s a yes later on. She’d be a bit nervous on if she’s coming off as too harsh, but then decide on not giving a fuck.

Coriolanus would feel like the luckiest guy in the world at that moment. However, he’d definitely make sure to dictate your dates to his pleasure, so he can spend time with you and have what he wants as well.

Lucy Gray would accept, but run away right after with a smile on her face. You might think that she accepted as a joke, but in fact, she ran to go write a song about you, which you fully embraced as soon as you heard it.

Sejanus would definitely be confused, and ask if it was a bet due to his unpopularity in both the districts and the Capitol. Once you reminded him that you actually cared, he’d be very happy, now that he had someone to love and cherish as he does with Coriolanus and his Ma.

Festus would agree, but probably say some cocky shit like ‘I knew you’d ask me, I’m that hot’ but in a funny way. He wouldn’t stop until you laughed just a little bit, and make sure that plans are set in stone for a date.

Coral wouldn’t be the easiest to coax into saying yes. Sure, she’d been crushing on you, but on the inside, she really doesn’t think she’d be a good girlfriend. She’d say no, but regret it later and say yes.

Reaper would say yes, although he’d seem slightly intimidating. Seeing you be a bit scared, he’d immediately feel bad and give you something out of his pocket as a gift. Whether it’s a single nickel, or a piece of rust, it’s a gift alright.

[stopiwanttotalkaboutcheese]

The reveal of how Effie got involved with Haymitch, and by extension, District Twelve, is actually so funny. Like this poor woman helped her baby sister with her schoolwork ONE TIME and it spiraled into Effie literally getting accused of helping to start a revolution that eventually killed the president.

[crazyness-overpowers]

something about the mirror of haymitch stepping in to pull katniss out of being completely idiotic and getting herself horribly hurt when gale is being lashed and burdock being the one who laid flat on haymitch’s chest to physically stop him from running into his house when his family was burning

[magicpiano]

I can't stop thinking of an AU where instead of killing Lenore Dove, Snow has her arrested for her 'crimes' and sent to the capitol to become an avox. A fate that, to her at least, is probably much worse.

Maybe Snow has her work in the tribute center too. Every year she can see Haymitch, and he can see her, but they are not able to touch, or talk. No comfort, just a reminder of what you can't have.

It is a threat, how he keeps Haymitch in line. The reminder that he can, at any time, make Lenore Dove's life worse. Haymitch spends years and years trying to think of a way to get her out, to save her, and keeps coming up with nothing. At least until the main trilogy.

Wouldn't that be, like, the worst, most fucked up, and tragic AU?

[introspectivememories]

thinking bout 14yr finnick winning the games and thinking about the victors+effie looking at this child and going "fuuuuck!!! guess we're co-parenting now"

[tiredandoptimistic]

Genuinely the thing that made me cry about Sunrise on the Reaping was the epilogue and the reminder that all of Haymitch's suffering wasn't for nothing, and it did get better one day. He couldn't save Maysilee or Wyatt or Louella, but he kept Katniss and Peeta safe. He lost Sid, but he gained a new family.

[catwouthats]

So Effie gives him a golden bracelet of flames —reminding him of all-fire, and his love, and the flaming ladybugs, and the flint striker— to show how they are all a team in catching fire.

Does Effie know the emotional turmoil she is putting him through by specifying making that bracelet flames??? 😭😭😭 She has to know a little bit, she watched his games. It’s so specially haunting omg.

[halfagony-halfh0pe]

"When Lenore Dove comes to me now, she’s not angry or dying, so I think she’s forgiven me. She’s grown older with me, her face etched with fine lines, her hair touched with gray. Like she’s been living her life beside me as the years passed, instead of lying in her grave. Still so rare and radiant. I fulfilled my promise about the reaping, or at least lent a hand, but she says I can’t come to her yet.

I have to look after my family."

[alittlebitfierce]

Sunrise on the reaping fanart - I love these two 💕

Lenore Dove and Haymitch are so beautifully tragic - stared reading expecting my heart to be torn out but daaammnnnn! It’s so good, anyhow - here’s some fan art I drew of them being reunited (I’m sorry)

[amgk22]

on my knees begging for pre-canon lenore dove and haymitch hurt/comfort (preferably lenore dove comofrting haymitch but anything is good)

thank youu <3

nothing i can do. haymitch abernathy x lenore dove

description: haymitch’s dad ends up in a coal mine explosion. with his mother trying to explain the truth to sid, haymitch’s comfort comes in the form of words from his love, his all-fire.

warnings: haymitch’s dad dies when he’s a bit older, like 14 or 15 now fight me, violence, cursing

the letters on the shelf

hold something of yourself

the books I read that day

I only see your face

Haymitch heard it first when he was at school. Reading a novel which was clearly written by a Capitol citizen, having to deal with Blair’s bad breath, and tapping his foot.

“Haymitch and Sid Abernathy, please head to the office immediately,” the low-quality loudspeaker managed to chirp out.

A couple of ‘oos’ and ‘aaah’s’ came from seats, including one from Haymitch’s sworn rival, Maysilee Donner. “Oh, shut your trap,” Haymitch muttered, leaving the class with his hands on his hips and his boots untied.

The hall was dirty, as always. The elementary kids had came in from recess not too long ago- and their boots and shoes were always filled with dirt and other outdoor substances. He was used to it, though, and made it to the worn-down office.

The office wasn’t anything special- just a normal building with a peeling desk. “So, what’s up?” Haymitch asked.

“Your mom’s here,” The office lady declared, adjusting her monocle.

“What?” Haymitch looked to the side, and saw his mom- Willamae. But he just called her Ma. “What do you want now?”

“Your dad..” Ma mumbled, before letting a tear shed from her left eye. “He was in the explosion, Haymitch.”

She was joking. She had to be joking. “Be serious,” Haymitch repeated. “He’s not there.”

“Do you think I’m joking?” Ma asked sternly. “Your dad’s in that explosion!”

“Did he come out yet?” Haymitch asked. “What’s his injuries.”

“They’re just finishing bringing people out,” Ma ordered. “We’re going to see your dad the second Sid comes.”

Almost as if it was fate, Sid ran right through the door. “Mom! Mom! Look! Miss Hawthorne brought us CHALK!” He held up his paper with pride, a drawing of Haymitch’s tight-knit family being plasted on the white sheet.

“We’re going to the mine; okay buddy?” Ma asked. “To see your dad.” Haymitch didn’t get why Sid had to be babied- but he didn’t judge. He just watched Sid’s smile brighten.

“Dad! We’re seeing dad!” Sid exclaimed. “Come on Haymitch! Let’s go!”

Ma led Sid out the doors, Haymitch following suit. “What about my bags?” Haymitch asked, suddenly remembering about all the stuff he had left.

“We’re coming back,” Ma reminded Haymitch. “We’re just going to see his injuries and make sure he knows we love him.”

“Aw,” Sid whined. “I wanna stay with dad!”

“I know, buddy,” Ma chuckled, although Haymitch could tell she wasn’t completely happy. He could see her worry.

The walk to the mine wasn’t so far away, Haymitch noticed. A couple turns left and he could already see the opening. There were people around it. What counted as ambulances. Ma and Sid’s pace quickened, and Haymitch had to jog to keep up.

“Julius,” Ma called out. “Julius! Can you hear me? Is he there?”

Ma’s hands slammed onto the railing that was put up, and Haymitch lifted Sid up so he could see. “I don’t see him!” Sid whined.

“He’s coming,” Haymitch insisted, feeling the pit in his stomach grow larger the longer he waited. “He’s coming, Sid.”

A man in a mining uniform, similar to his dad’s, approached Ma. “Hello, are you the Abernathy’s?” The man asked.

“Yeah,” Ma replied. “We’re Julius’s family. When’s he coming up?”

“We’ve finished bringing the survivors up,” the man said. “But there’s no Julius Abernathy. I’m so sorry.”

Haymitch’s eyes grew colder than he knew they could be. His dad. His dad hadn’t came up. “The fuck you mean he didn’t come up?” Haymitch interrupted, putting Sid down.

“Language!” Ma exclaimed, trying to resist tears.

“He’s not coming up?” Sid asked Haymitch. “When’s he coming home?”

Haymitch froze up. “Sid..he’s not coming home.”

“Why?”

Haymitch didn’t wanna explain why. He didn’t wanna have to comfort his mom, he didn’t wanna have to deal with this. He wanted this to have never happened.

“He’s not dead,” Ma ordered. “They’re lying. They’re lying! He’s not dead! Julius is NOT dead! GIVE ME MY HUSBAND!” As Ma reached over, leaving Sid to watch her, Haymitch’s heart thumped.

“There’s no point!” Haymitch yelled. “He’s dead! Our dad’s dead!”

“Shut up!” Ma screamed back, before attempting to jump over the fence.

“Mom?” Sid asked quietly. “Haymitch, where’s she going?”

Haymitch’s eyes swelled up with tears as the anger and sadness inside conjoined. “Stay here with your mom.” He turned his head away.

“What?” asked Sid, tugging on Haymitch’s leg.

Haymitch looked back at his brother, guilt crawling across his skin. But he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t cry in front of his brother. Sid saw him as his hero.

As Haymitch ran, he could hear Sid’s cries out. “Haymitch! Come back! Where are you going?”

Even his mom yelling his full name couldn’t make him stop running. He didn’t know exactly where he was going. But he needed space. He needed to escape to a place where his dad wasn’t dead.

Which is what he did. The second he reached the meadow, he sunk down onto the grass and leaned onto the tree. His head was in his hands quickly, and he let out a hard sob.

“Please let this be a dream,” Haymitch mumbled to himself. “Please..”

Other then the occasional mockingjay cry and scream, Haymitch heard nothing except for silence.

That is, until Haymitch heard the subtle sound of an accordion and footsteps. It was silent at first, but the noise grew louder.

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow,

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.”

His eyes slowly opened, peeking behind the tree to see Lenore Dove slowly walking down the meadow. She saw him quickly, and bounced a bit. “Haymitch! What are you doing here? Isn’t it school time?” Lenore Dove had been absent from school the past few days, apparently catching the flu. From what Tam Amber had told Haymitch, she was better today- but it was better for her to stay home. “Haymitch, you’re crying..”

Haymitch nodded slowly, glancing at Lenore Dove going down towards him. She placed down her accordion, and sat next to Haymitch. “What happened?” Lenore Dove asked.

Haymitch sighed. “There was a mine explosion.”

“And you got let out of school?” Lenore Dove questioned. “Wait, your dad! How’s he?”

Haymitch just looked at her, his eyes becoming more glossy with every thought. His dad was dead.

“Oh. Oh,” Lenore Dove mumbled quietly, wrapping her arm around Haymitch’s shoulder. “Haymitch, I’m sorry…”

“He’s gone,” cried Haymitch. “Forever. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I know,” Lenore Dove whispered in Haymitch’s ear. “You don’t want positive advice, do you? No lift-up speeches?” Haymitch slowly shaked his head. “You just want silence.” Haymitch nodded.

Lenore Dove leaned her head on Haymitch’s shoulder softly, looking at him longingly. She wished she could take his pain away, and that she knew how to do it. But Lenore Dove wouldn’t quit.

“You must be feeling really alone right now,” Lenore Dove mumbled. “But you’re not. You have your Ma. Sid. Blair and Burdock. Me. I’ll help you.”

Haymitch wiped a couple of his tears away. “I know you’ll help me. But it’s just so hard to come to terms with, y’know? My pa’s dead..”

“I never met my dad,” Lenore Dove added. “You have memories of him. Memories that’ll last your whole life.”

“And those’ll never go away,” Haymitch forced a smile. “They can’t take my memories.”

“You’re right, they can’t,” Lenore Dove pointed out. “The mind is a powerful weapon, Haymitch. The Capitol can’t control our minds. They’re our one strength we can always gain no matter how hard the Capitol tries to take it away, because the songs and the stories and the poems will always live between us forever.”

“I remember a story my pa told me,” Haymitch mumbled, loud enough for Lenore Dove to hear. “One of the only stories of his he told me- a private guy, he was.” He struggled to say ‘was’, resisting a bit before finally uttering the words.

“Can I hear it?” Lenore Dove asked softly. “I’d love to hear it.”

Haymitch nodded, looking at her with a genuine smile. “It was about two soldiers in battle. They cared for eachother- some say they loved eachother, and fought for their country with dignity and pride. But then, one of the soldiers died. And the other soldier kept fighting, because you don’t give up when you lose someone. And he won the battle,” Haymitch couldn’t continue, as his eyes watered up. He realized the story his pa had told him was becoming more and more realistic. Two soldiers- him and his pa. And Haymitch had to keep fighting and win the battle.

“That’s a lovely story,” Lenore Dove said. “The two soldiers..in love. Sounds mystical, forbidden, like a book I read once.”

“It really is a good story,” Haymitch mumbled. “You know, Lenore Dove, you always find a way to make me stop crying. You’re a gift, remember that.”

“Oh, don’t make me blush,” Lenore Dove giggled slightly. “Geese mate for life, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Haymitch said. “You remind me every day. Where are your geese?”

“One of em’s sick,” Lenore Dove said with a frown. “So Clerk Carmine’s getting his guy to come over and fix her up.”

“I like your geese more when they’re not quacking in my face,” Haymitch chuckled. “When they’re calm, laying next to you like an angel in a bouquet of flowers.”

“Don’t compare me to an angel, Haymitch,” Lenore Dove smiled. “You know you’re fibbin’.”

“I’d be fibbin the day the sun didn’t rise on the reaping. And even then, you’d still look like a blue jay with big wings,” Haymitch grinned. “You know I’m not a liar.”

“I know. That’s what I love about you most,” Lenore Dove whispered. “Your honesty.”

“I’ll never lie once in my life,” Haymitch chuckled.

“Promise?” Asked Lenore Dove.

“Promise.”

[fangirlforlife97]

Unpopular SOTR Opinion:

Even though Haymitch and Lenore's relationship was poetic, kind of cute, incredibly tragic, and I was shooketh by her death . . . . . . . . I didn't really like alot of aspects about their relationship and found myself not really clicking with Lenore's character. Don't get me wrong I see the appeal and what SC was trying to go for but I didn't really like it. Well I did and I didn't. I feel like Lenore wasn't really fleshed out as a character and I hated that Haymitch thought more about Lenore than he did his own family, even before her death and the games. And the fact that it seemed like Haymitch never really moved on.

Like I get it. I understand. Having a love like Haymitch and Lenore's and the tragedy of it all would stick with anyone, but still. You can have a great love and lose them, and still find love again! I'm hoping the movie will change that aspect at least?! I really hope we get a possible Hayffie ending while at least respecting the importance of Haymitch and Lenore's past relationship and Lenore in general.

I usually love tragedy romances but not gonna lie I ship Hayffie way more than what we got with Haydove. Despite all this though it was a 10/10 for me. It truly was a great book and Suzanne Collins is a great writer, I just wish certain aspects about Haydove's relationship was different and Haymitch thought more of his family than what he did. His reaction to their deaths was heartbreaking though, I was crying for sure. No hate though please it's just my opinion.

[cutter-kirby]

suzanne collins protagonists + their reaction to their first kills

[eggsyfired]

Mrs. Abernathy drives Haymitch to his date with Lenore Dove. What could go wrong?

I cant wait until this book comes out anymore, here's a shitpost

[hayffiebird]

Do you guys ever go to bed early, just so that you can tell yourself a little hayffie one-shot in your mind? Like a bedtime story? 😂

[logicallyblind]

I just finished sunrise on the reaping and my brain won’t stop making comparisons between hades & Persephone and Orpheus & Eurydice from hadestown I think I made a mistake listening to it while I was reading—

[seaglassdinosaur]

I like to think about Woodbine Chance. He made a dangerous, decisive, split-second choice to run from the reaping and was shot for it. That decision lead to Haymitch being taken to the Capital and cemented his role in the rebellion that took down Panem twenty-five years later.

Woodbine wasn’t thinking of that. Didn’t have it as a whisper in his mind, but he changed the course of history. He was killed, torn from the world, but that effect of his one rebellious action rippled throughout the lives of everyone around him. They could edit out Woodbine, but couldn’t erase his impact; couldn’t edit out Haymitch, put on that train and winning the quell, becoming a victor who helped make the Mockingjay.

Did his family know that and feel pride? Did they feel his presence years after his death, years after they had to stop talking about him, as they watched the Capital crumble? Did they cry, knowing that defining moment in Woodbine’s life, a life that was so entirely erased, couldn’t be taken away, but spread outward?

One choice and he changed the world.