#hunger games

[coolmaycroft]

Media like "The purge" "Squid Game" and "Battle Royale" always felt empty to me for a very similar reason.

Like sure squid game ends on a positive note at the very end but all throughout is just telling us the evils of capitalism. The Purge and Battle Royale end up the same way in a very "The system is fucked up" type of way.

They're just saying "Lol society bad" without a bigger reply to that premise.

At least the Hunger Games went beyond that over 3 moviees by having katniss try to infiltrate the hegemony and the revolution coming from the side to tear down things.

Like sure it wasn't the most marxist critique of the system but at least HG dared to give an answer unlike the other 3 which just feel like they said "Society is fucked up and it is what it is"

the tv show "the torment nexus game is bad" being a poignant critique of wage slavery and class disparity and capitalism that is popularized in the west by big tv corporation bc it makes them money, then being turned into "the torment nexus game is bad: the game show" by the most souless and therefore most popular youtuber because it makes him money, so then big tv corporation makes their OWN "the torment nexus game is bad: the OFFICIAL game show" to make even more money off the "the torment nexus game is bad" fictional critique of capitalism tv show, and then it turns out that many allegations of torment nexus-like conditions come out of both reality tv game shows but there aren't any consequences. and then Bigger Corporation goes to the soulless youtuber and is like. lets make another "the torment nexus game is bad" -esque game show to make us a lot of money because the people stuck in the torment nexus love that shit. it's called "the torment nexus game is fun :-)" and then the writer of the "the torment nexus game is bad" posts on twitter that he fucking hates his own story and what it has become. you would think this is a plot from a heavy-handed early black mirror episode but it is unfortunately a plot from real life

[milliesfishes]

Ok here’s the vision for a fiC request: either coryo’s spouse/ romantic interest/ personal assistant/ all 3? You pick- she notices someone is following her and is freaked out and tells coryo- but it’s actually just the people he has on call as personal security for her LOL

౨ৎ꣑ৎcoryo tries to protect you౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The door clicked shut behind you, and you tossed your handbag on the chair beside it, trying to hide your sniffles and failing. Clutching the door handle, you flicked the lock and let your shoulders drop, chest rising and falling heavily.

Your hand rose to your mouth, covering it as tears poured down your cheeks. Body trembling, you let a little cry escape. With any luck, he wouldn't hear you and you'd be able to escape to the bathroom to scrub any evidence of distress away before he joined you.

"Darling?" Luck was not on your side tonight. You should have known.

Standing up straight, you brushed away a stray tear as he entered the room. For once, he'd made it home before you did, and you knew very well he'd come from his office. In your marriage, you'd learned that if you weren't there to distract him, he would work himself to sleep.

Coriolanus' hair was messy, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He'd discarded the red tie you'd watched him knot from bed this morning. His clear blue eyes frothed with concern the second he took you in, his arms taking you in. Your head fell to his shoulder, too tired to pretend anymore.

He smoothed your hair, straightening your dress as well. It was untidy from running up the stairs since you'd been too scared to use the elevator. "Let's come over here, yes?" His voice was calm, but you could hear the slight tint of worry beneath. "We'll get you some tea. You're safe now, sweetheart, it's okay." He guided you down the hall to your bedroom, sitting you down atop the white bedspread you'd selected before the wedding.

The entirety of your shared bedroom had been yours to decorate and you'd been nervous for him to see it at first. But he'd reacted so sweetly when you'd revealed it. You shifted in your spot, toeing off your shoes as your husband called down for tea.

Once he was done, Coriolanus went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of your cute little pajamas. You accepted them gratefully, changing into them while he took off his work clothes. He returned to you in a pair of boxers, pulling you into his lap as he sat down. You snuggled into him, exhaling when he pressed a kiss to your hair.

"What happened, darling?" Coriolanus murmured, running a hand up and down your back. "Bad night?"

You sniffled, lifting your head to look at him. "It was f-fine. It was a nice dinner. My friends were nice. The food was good."

"Good." He kissed your brow. "What happened after that?"

"I w-was walking to the car," you said, your voice hitching. "And there was a man watching me. And I'd seen him when I was going into the restaurant too. And when I got out of the car here-" You sniffled, more tears surfacing and spilling onto your cheeks. "He was there too. He's following me. I'm scared."

"Oh, baby," he whispered, pulling you back in and pressing your face to his shoulder. "What did he look like? What was he wearing?" The series of questions was delivered in a harsher tone than the first thing he said.

Still hiding your face in his neck, you mumbled, "He was wearing black...a-and he had a gold watch. And he was talking on the phone but he was w-watching me-"

"What color hair?" Coriolanus interrupted, furrowing his brow.

"Dark," you said, sniffling again. "A-and there was another man with him. And I saw another one come up to them w-when I got home."

He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand resumed stroking up and down your spine. "Were they wearing earpieces of any kind?"

You looked up at him, eyebrows pinched. "I saw one wearing one." Paling, you gripped his arms. "Are they part of something, Coryo? Are they gonna come back for me?" Sniffling, a few more tears fell down your cheeks. "I'm scared, Coryo."

"Oh, darling," he soothed, starting to rock back and forth. "Hey...it's okay. They're not going to hurt you." He waited a moment before softly saying, "I hired them."

Your eyes widened, and you went rigid in his lap. "You-?"

"They're security, sweetheart," Coriolanus explained calmly, stroking your hair, trying to get you to relax. "They're protecting you."

Wiping your eyes, your breath hitched again. "You-you didn't tell me about that."

"I know, baby," he cooed, drying your tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You were crying out of relief now more than anything, but you were still upset for a whole new reason.

"I didn't think you'd like the idea." Coriolanus was searching your eyes.

"I don't," you huffed, sniffling again. "I don't need it, Coryo. I can take care of myself."

He nodded solemnly, lifting his hand to rub your cheek. "You can. I'm very sorry, sweetheart."

Your eyes fell down to his chest, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought. His hands were on your hips now, holding you gently. Letting the thought and his apology marinate for a moment, you breathed in and out. "Okay."

Coriolanus leaned in, kissing your forehead. "I promise you're not in any danger. If they do their job right, you never will be."

You snuggled back into him, face in his neck. "I'd rather have you with me."

"And I will be whenever I can," he promised, smoothing your hair. "You're always safe with me too."

You remained with him until the tea came up, a plate of your favorite cookies on the tray too. He didn't grace his office again for the rest of the night, remaining with you. His presence wordlessly reassured you of your safety, and you smiled softly when he got up to draw the curtains, making sure the balcony doors were locked.

As he got in bed, folding his arms around you protectively, you smiled, hiding your face in his chest. Coriolanus kissed your head, accompanying it with, "I've got you. You're safe."

It was easy to drift off after that, his warm chest and heartbeat under your ear.

[ficsinhistory]

The duo ever

3 apples tall.. hopefully nothing will happen to them

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

let the games begin. . .

now that I think about it, this is like a 150 celebration cause I just recently hit 150! (thank you all so much btw 😭, I love you all)

how it works: I'm using a hunger games simulator online, and every day / night I'll send out a new round based on what the simulator gives me. I'll tag everyone who's participating so you can see what happens. I’ll send out the first round tomorrow or something. I don't have riches to bestow upon the winner, but you'll get honor and bragging rights 🤷🏻‍♀️

each day will bring drama. betrayal. death. all the shocking news. hash it out in the comments, this might start some beef.

introducing. . .

district one! @auntiejohn @glxsyymads

district two! @sleeplessv0id @valsverse

district three! @toooster @yourlittlefries

district four! @hyuneskkami @reaghannn

district five! @brokenheartedhalo @bluebverries

district six! @sviidoll @metyouattherighttime

district seven! @junefl0wers @viqwxcs

district eight! @theodditylacey @thisfeelslike-iykyk

district nine! @fwrails @sweetnnaivete

district ten! @icrytomyownpoetry @daystarpoet

district eleven! @tuliplover222 @rainystarssx

district twelve! @litrlymine777 @iheartgirlzn

please message me if anything’s wrong!

the games!

the bloodbath

and may the odds be ever in your favor!

divider by @saradika-graphics

[atefingersdagger]

Random question, but: What district do you think has the cleanest air in Panem?

District 12 has much of its air reeking with ash and smoke from the coal. District 2 likely has places that smell like sulfur depending on the stones being extracted from quarries. District 8 makes fabrics and textiles, so it likely works with synthetic fibers, which can release chemical odor. Districts 3,5, and 6 are heavily industrial, likely having some of the worst air quality (although 5 might have an upper hand with some clean energy processes)

Perhaps Districts 4? Maybe 9 or 11, but it's possible that the pesticides used to preserve crops would be damaging to the air/environment. If anyone has any ideas/headcanons on this, I'd love to know!

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[quinnspinkcamera]

when people are like "i didn't come here to make friends" i'm like thats sooooo unrelatable. i am always on the look out for some girl friends. I would be in that hunger games cornucopia like "your ex boyfriend did WHAT."

[sweetlucygray]

sadly the only copy of s10 of thg i found is in the spanish dub but the only thing theyre saying is i love you and i know thats not right so can someone hook me up with their panem plus pleasee

[lanadel-heyyy]

have to preserve those tags

During the first games Katniss thinks Peeta is playing some sort of 7D chess meanwhile the boy is barely playing checkers.

[ayo-edebiri]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + tweets

[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.

[notarobotipromise]

NEXT CHAPTER PLEASEEEE I BEG YOU

Glimpse of Us

summary: routine became something finnick cherished. but course, the capitol must ruin everything, including his love. but he will still find a way to get her back.

finnick odair x fem!reader

content warnings for the whole story: descriptions of death, torture, starvation, and everything described in The Hunger Games, mentions of suicidal thoughts, implications of S/A

mood board + playlist

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Chapter I

The moment you both walked onto the train, Finnick wanted to yell at you, he wanted to yell at you and tell you shouldn’t have volunteered, he wanted to yell at you and tell you that you should’ve let Annie come that he would’ve protected her. He wanted to. He really did. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

He sat on the lavish couch, patting a spot next to him signaling for you to sit down next to him.

As you did, he pulled you close and placed a soft kiss atop your forehead.

He feels you settle into his touch, exhaling a small breath of air as you do., “I know- I know you must be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you angel…” he says in a soothing tone as he strokes your hair. “I’m just…”

“Mad, upset, angry?” “No.” “Well…I know you aren’t happy.”

Finnick sighs, “I’m not… thrilled. It’s just- why volunteer?”

“Finnick you and I both know that if Annie went back in, she would be a complete mess.”

“Angel we aren’t talking about Annie, we’re talking about you. You were out of harms way, you didn’t have to volunteer…why did you do it?”

“I didn’t want you to do this alone Finny…I couldn’t.”

He cups your cheeks and gently peppers in with loving kisses. “My sweet girl…” he whispers to you.

But just as quickly as the sweet moment between the two of you began, it ended quickly the moment your Capitol Escort, Lyssandra Marlowe barge into the train cart with your teams of stylist, causing Finnick and yourself to jump and sit up right on the couch.

“Ah there they are! My two favorite victors!” Lyssandra says in her sickeningly sweet voice as she approaches the couch. “Finnick, handsome as ever and- ah! My, my haven’t you grown into such a beautiful young lady! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was meeting that little district four girl for the very first time!”

Finnick couldn’t deny it either, you had grown into a gorgeous young lady. He would never forget the first day he met you.

****

They had told Finnick you were sixteen, but you looked like you were fourteen. He had known you, well not known known, just, known of you since you both lived by the same docking area. He knew your mother was some sort of medic/healer, he knew that your father was a fisherman like his father, and he knew that you had one older brother about 2 years older than him. He knew that your chances of wining were slim.

But that wouldn’t make him give up on you.

****

Finnick and you both stood side by side as your Escort fawned over all the opening ceremony preparations.

“What are the chances that she’ll end up talking herself to death…” he whispers into your ear playfully, laughing as he felt you lightly hit his chest.

Thankfully, she and the teams of stylists were quick to leave, allowing you and Finnick peace again.

He tugs you back over to the couch, flashing a boyish smile as you giggle.

Once he has you lying next to him, he runs his fingers through your hair, his touch loving and tender.

“What are we gonna do Finnick?” you whisper to him. Finnick sighs, “I don’t know angel….I don’t know.”

“You think…You think there’s a way we could both come out alive?”

Finnick could hear the tears in your voice, he genuinely didn’t know, he wanted to tell you there was a chance. But he didn’t know. “I don’t know…But I won’t let anyone hurt you angel,” he whispers as he presses a kiss onto your forehead. “I’ll kill anyone before they do.”

🌊 .·:*¨🌊🐚🌊¨*:·. 🌊

Before you knew it, the train begins to approach the Capitol.

You could both hear the screaming and cheering of the citizens from inside the train. A sound neither of you were fond of.

“Once we get you two off this train we’ll take you to get all prettied up and fabulous” Lyssandra says as she fixes her dramatic aqua blue eyeliner.

The train came to a full stop. The screeching sound of the people filled your ears and Finnick’s. You stand and peak out the window, Finnick could tell that you felt an uneasiness in your stomach, a feeling you always had whenever you came to the Capitol. But you weren’t here for anything like…that. He comes up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

“It’ll be alright. I’m gonna be right next to you” he whispers as he kisses your cheek.

The train doors open, you and Finnick exchange a loving look before walking out and onto the platform.

You both fake smiles and wave to the people. As you both did, Finnick could feel you tense up. He quickly looked over at you and realized you were looking at something…someone. His eyes followed your gaze and realized who you were looking at. A group of men giving you lustful looks. Clients of yours. He protectively puts his arm around your waist and holds you close. Finally, two peacekeepers and Lyssandra begin to escort you both to the Tribute center.

The moment you two are inside, you are ushered upstairs to have a quick dinner, and then separated and taken to different preparation rooms.

Finnick could hear your stylists fussing over every little detail. He could hear them gushing over your gorgeous features and could hear them talk about how they’ll miss you so much once you enter the arena. He was getting the same treatment, although he hoped that the stylists weren’t being as gropey with you as they were with him.

And he prayed that your costume covered more than what his did.

But of course it didn’t.

When he saw you…his heart nearly stopped.

You looked gorgeous, that was no lie. But he wanted to be the only one to see you in an outfit like that.

He smiles warmly as you walk over to him.

“So…how ridiculous do I look now?”

He laughs looks you up and down, “Not ridiculous at all, you look beautiful.”

You laugh and nudge Finnick, “You don’t look to bad yourself.” Finnick laughs and rolls his eyes. You both keep talking amongst yourselves, then both of your attentions turn to elsewhere when you hear cheers.

Katniss Everdeen.

You tilt your head to get a better look, “You should go talk to her”

Finnick gives you a ‘are you serious look’ and groans.

“Come on Finn, you and I both know we can’t go into this without any allies”

Finnick sighs, “Yea, I know…”he says in an annoyed voice as he swipes a few sugar cubes and makes his way over to Katniss. While Finnick speaks with Katniss, he looks over his shoulder for a moment and sees you chatting with Peeta Mellark. he doesn’t know why, but he feels the tiniest bit of jealousy, although he brushes it off.

When he returns to you, he strokes the mane of the beautiful black horse as he stands next to you.

“You ready?” he says in a gentle whisper.

“No”

His lips quirk in a small smile, “Me either, but…at least we’re in this together,” he says as he brings up your hand to his lips.

He sees you smile, which causes him to smile wider.

You both then hear the announcement for the Victors to step onto their chariots.

“Show time” Finnick says with a grin.

You sigh and nod as you step onto the chariot.

Once the horses begin to move, you and Finnick immediately intertwine pinkies, the simple gesture brings both of you a small feeling of peace. You start to hear rhythmic thumping of the drums, the screams and cheers of the Capitol people fill your ears. It’s a sound neither you nor Finnick want to hear. It’s a sound that feels like a taunt. A taunt that reminds you that you both belong to the Capitol.

As you approach the roundabout, you and Finnick both lock eyes with Snow who is warmly smiling at you both.

He had taken away the one thing you and Finnick found solace in. He had taken away your domesticity. He had taken away your normalcy. And he had the audacity to smile at you two like he hadn’t done anything.

🌊 .·:*¨🌊🐚🌊¨*:·. 🌊

When you both get back to the Tribute Center, you notice Haymitch hanging around by the elevator. You give him a friendly smile, “Haymitch, nice to see you again.”

Haymitch nods, “Nice to see you two too” he says, his speech the slightest bit slurred.

You and Finnnick both knew what Haymitch had gone through over the years. Even though you both had been used by the Capitol, you both were thankful you had eachother, Haymitch had nearly no one before Peeta and Katniss.

“You look good, Haymitch” Finnick says with a smile.

“Hey thanks Finnick, means a lot coming from you, anyways, let’s skip the pleasantries and I’ll tell you both what I need.”

You and Finnick both exchange a look, then you both look back at Haymitch with expecting looks, urging him to keep talking. He looks around for a moment, then leans close to you both.

“There is a plan being put into place as we speak. A plan to get Katniss, Peeta and others out of the arena. Beetee is in on it, so that means Wiress is in too. Now, I know this seems, impossible to say the least, but we have someone very important on our side. Someone that makes this whole thing possible.”

You furrows your brows together, “And…who is this person?”

Haymitch looks around once more and then leans in closer, “Plutarch Heavensbee.”

You and Finnick now have a look of surprise on your faces.

“Plutarch Heavens- The game maker? He’s on- our side?” Finnick says in surprise.

Haymitch motions for Finnick to keep his voice down, “Keep your voice down, but yes. Plutarch. Now, the reason I’m telling you both all this is because I want to know if you guys want in. Not everyone knows, this is very under wraps. If you guys agree, you both have a good chance of getting out of the arena together. Alive.”

Finnick blinks in surprise. He could leave the arena with you, unharmed. You both could get your lives back. But…

“What’s the catch?”

“You both just have to gain Katniss’ trust. And keep her and Peeta protected in the arena. And stay alive, obviously. Then when the time comes, Plutarch has a plan to get you all out and safe.”

Finnick looks at you, you nod.

“We’re in.”

Haymitch claps his hands together, “Great!”

“Can we tell Johanna too?” you whisper.

“She’s always…been there for us.”

Haymitch nods, “Course we can, let’s just hope our…girl on fire realizes she can trust all of you.”

You and Finnick both nod, now feeling like there’s a little glimmer of hope that you can both make it out alive.

“Well I’ll leave you two love birds alone now, go enjoy your night!” Haymitch says as the elevator opens. Finnick laughs and steps onto the elevator, hand and hand with you. The ride up to the District 4 area is quick and quiet.

Once you are both in the main bedroom, Finnick plops on the bed and drags you down with him. You both lay there for a moment, enjoying the small moment of peace and silence.

“You really think we’ll be able to get out of the arena together?”

Finnick kisses your forehead, “I really hope so.”

You both end up falling asleep in eachother’s embrace, the flicker of hope burning in both your hearts.

a/n: WOW ITS OUT. thank you all so much for your patience! i dunno why but like i feel like i over thought about how this chapter should go. i kept seeing other fics that have much longer chapters and i think i freaked myself out by thinking i HAVE to write long chapters when really, im more comfortable writing shorter chapters! (and i hope you guys r okay with this too 😰) uhhh trying to think what else to type, OH.

my asks/requests are currently CLOSED due to a bunch of stuff that is supposedly going to happen, apparently a group of people are going to be leaving a bunch of disturbing pictures in inboxes so I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend that if anyone has their asks open to just close them for a few weeks til everything settles down.

ANYWAYS, working on a new chapter of wfyl (my billy fic) so keep a lookout for that and im going to FINALLY tackle my asks since my inbox is closed so i can focus on what i have currently.

ALSO THANK TOU SO MUCH FOR 126 FOLLOWS??? WHAT WHERE DID ALL OF YOU COME FROM AHHHH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH

[seasonn]

peeta tried to save him and katniss by saying she had a baby, because he knew that would pull at the capitals heart strings. In a dystopian society, peeta mellark knew the capital would care more about a fetus than the real dying children . this sounds oddly familiar