#peeta is my ideal man

[queenjazz7]

I’m revisiting my Peeta Mellark phase and I feel like I’m the happiest I’ve ever been

[queuestarter]

imbrued

(finnick odair x reader)

cw: stab wound, vomit, mentions of prostitution, murder, blood, death

link to the request → reader and finnick are in the quell together and reader gets injured. finnick does everything he can to protect her

open to submissions/asks !!

You never expected to be back.

Why would you? After winning the 68th Hunger Games, you thought you were free from the torment, but that was never the case. After winning and gaining the favor of the capitol, you were immediately thrust into the spotlight, being sold off to those who could afford you. You were given a slot each week on television, showing off baking recipes that you had no interest in making. 

And now, your name was called once more from the pool of victors, placing you back to where you started when you were just sixteen years old, only this time with your boyfriend Finnick by your side.

The events of the weeks leading up to the start of the Quarter Quell passed in a blur. Things only start registering with you when you’re finally in the arena, eyes searching frantically around your surroundings to try and figure out what’s going on.

You can see water immediately in front of you with trees just beyond it, which is more than ideal since you’re from District 4. In your first games, you had to trek through fields of tall grass for miles before there was a place to take shelter.

After you find your bearings on the platform, you immediately begin to search for Finnick. You spot him across the water, the distance upsetting you, but Johanna is on your other side which is slightly comforting. 

When the gong sounds, you immediately head for the Cornucopia. You thrived in the bloodbath in your last games and you plan to do so again. Finnick didn’t want you to put yourself at risk, but you have a reputation to uphold. You know the only way that you’re going to get any sponsors is if you put on a show.

Due to your strong swimming skills, you and Finnick get to the golden Cornucopia first. You barely have time to send a smile his way before you’re grabbing weapons- small knives to strap onto your body and a metal spear to hold. You feel a sick sense of satisfaction when you’re forced to use your newly acquired spear on another tribute, proud that you protected Finnick from a man that was going to kill him.

It’s only when you are finally forced away from the Cornucopia by Finnick’s strong hold on your upper arm that you have the time to talk to him. You can tell by the slight frown on his face that he’s not very happy with you.

“What were you thinking? I told you not to go to the Cornucopia.” He’s still holding onto your arm as you make your way through the jungle, Katniss and Peeta in front of you.

You roll your eyes and smile at him. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Finnick only frowns at you more. “I’m trying to protect you, here. Something bad could have happened.”

You actually laugh at that. “I know you remember my games, Finn. The Cornucopia was mine in the last games. Don’t worry so much about me.”

He sighs, but drops the subject. The two of you fall silent.

The next few hours are terrible. Peeta’s near death, the acid fog, the monkey mutts that killed the poor morphling from District 6 and claimed your spear. The Quell is moving at a much quicker pace than any of the games have in the past and it’s worrying you. 

Things only start to look up after Katniss uses Wiress’ cryptic words to discover that the arena is set up like a clock.

Finnick, ever inquisitive, says, “I’d like to go to the Cornucopia and watch. Just to make sure we’re right about the clock.” You all decide that it’s a pretty good idea and walk the short stretch over to the golden horn.

The others begin to talk mindlessly as you and Finnick branch off into your own conversation while you patrol the border of the Cornucopia. “It’s interesting that there’s nothing but weapons here this year. They’re really trying to get this over with,” you comment.

Finnick nods. “They want us dead. Good thing we know how to fish,” he smirks.

You shake your head in slight amusement, carefully toeing closer to everyone else. As you get closer to the group, you look up from your feet to see Gloss creeping up on the rock wedges, getting closer to an unsuspecting Wiress.

“No!” You scream, pulling a small dagger from your belt. “Wiress, move!” You try to close the gap between you and her.

But it’s too late. You watch in horror as Wiress’ throat gets easily cut by Gloss. Without much thought, you finish the sprint to Gloss, your blade swiftly leaving your hand and ending up in his neck. His eyes widen as he grabs at the handle but before doesn’t pull it out, instead he jumps towards you.

You almost don’t realize what happens. As Gloss lands on top of your body, the same knife he used to kill Wiress ends up in your lower abdomen. You scream, but in the chaos of trying to kill the rest of the careers along with the rapid shifting of the Cornucopia and surrounding waters, the sound gets lost.

It’s only after Finnick grabs your hand and begins to drag you off the island that the reality settles in. You were stabbed in the abdomen and you are losing blood. You put your hand over the wound and keep walking.

“Are you okay?” Finnick asks you once you are back on the beach. “Are you hurt?”

You debate lying for a second. The last thing anyone needs right now is another injured tribute. Beetee is barely hanging on as it is and Peeta is constantly slowing down the group, there doesn’t need to be another liability. But Finnick knows you and he would know if you lied to him.

“I think Gloss stabbed me,” is what ends up coming out of your mouth. You almost wish you lied when you see Finnick’s reaction.

His face twists up in a look of sheer panic, pupils blowing. His hands run across your body until they meet your own hand, holding firmly onto the meaty flesh of your lower torso. “Here?” He asks, gripping your red fingers. “This is where he got you?”

Tears welling up in your eyes, you nod. You can’t help but feel like a disappointment. You thought you would be able to absolutely dominate in these games based on your last ones, but you completely overlooked the fact that everyone else here is a victor, too.

“Okay, baby, let me look,” he gently commands. His eyes turn even wilder when you shake your head. “I need to look. I can’t help you if I can’t see it.”

Your hand drops from your side. Finnick wastes no time in unzipping your jumpsuit, pulling it below your sports bra and to your hips. He bites his lip as he assesses the damage. With a gentle hand, he prods at the tender flesh. A second later, you push him away and throw up.

You can hear him cursing behind you as you continue to retch. You don’t know why you’re sick, but you know that it cannot be good. 

When your sudden sickness is over and you turn back to Finnick to assure him that you don’t know what that was, that you’re fine, you see the rest of the group staring at you, Katniss hands Finnick a mound of what looks like moss in one hand and a small tube.

“I know this isn’t the best option, but it’ll help. I’m sure someone will send us something better soon,” he sends you a small, still panicked smile.

You just nod your head. You’re embarrassed and tired and you want everyone to stop staring at you. You allow Finnick to lead you to where the spile has been hammered into a tree, rinse your wound, apply the medicine, and pack it with the moss. After a few minutes, you feel as good as new.

“Thank you, Finn,” you smile at him. He wraps his arms around you tightly.

“Of course,” he breathes into your hair. “Anything for you. I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

You press a kiss on his collarbone. “That was nothing. I’m not going anywhere.”

“We need to get out of here. You need a real doctor.”

You nod into his shoulder, not too worried anymore. “Soon.”

“Soon,” he repeats back.

And he keeps his promise. The rest of the plan plays out, although not perfectly. You and Finnick are both evacuated and he makes sure you see a doctor, for both the stab in your stomach and the gash in your arm where you cut the tracker out.

You know there’s still more to do, but you feel safe knowing Finnick will be there to protect you.

-

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

On Gale and patriarchy/toxic masculinity

I really want to do a reading and analysis of Gale's character as upholding patriarchal values and expectations of toxic masculinity because this stuck out to me as I listened to the CF audiobook before bed last night. From chapter 1 of CF:

I think of Gale, who is only really alive in the woods, with its fresh air and sunlight and clean, flowing water. I don't know how he stands it. Well ... yes, I do. He stands it because it's the way to feed his mother and two younger brothers and sister. And here I am with buckets of money, far more than enough to feed both our families now, and he won't take a single coin. It's even hard for him to let me bring in meat, although he'd surely have kept my mother and Prim supplied if I'd been killed in the Games. I tell him he's doing me a favor, that it drives me nuts to sit around all day. Even so, I never drop off the game while he's at home. Which is easy since he works twelve hours a day. 

Highlighted the part that really made my ears perk up. There's something to be said about Gale's stubbornness and his pride, which is very similar to Katniss's but he always takes it another step. Whereas Katniss learns to accept others' help, to forge these connections, Gale doesn't. It's giving "I'm the man and this is my job." For someone who wants nothing more than to help keep his family alive, it's weird that he refuses any help.

At first I thought maybe he doesn't want her money because it's from the Capitol and he despises it that much but she says it's hard for him to even have her bring meat in from hunting. Which points to his pride. He wants to be the provider. The one taking care of her. And it leaves Katniss in a kinda tricky place. It's like she's walking on eggshells around him here - purposely not dropping off game at his house when he's there.

Compare that with Peeta (which as a reader, like Katniss, you end up doing when either of these two guys come up) and it's so different. We know Peeta is strong and smart etc. He's not a hunter but he's also still a provider (of bread). And he has his own pride too. But going through the Games, Peeta and Katniss have a balanced push and pull. She helps him, he helps her. She takes care of him, he takes care of her. When he's hurt, he lets Katniss help him. He's not too proud to try and do it himself. Same with Katniss. She lets him take care of her when she needs it. And this is something they learn from the Games, particularly Katniss; how to accept help from others. And we see her development in this over the course of the trilogy.

Gale is interesting in that I really think he is one of the characters in the books who really doesn't grow as such. In my mind, he's rooted in place in many ways. From his ideals, to his thoughts, to his strategies, to his actions, he doesn't really develop much. He has moments - but a lot of those moments are tied to wanting to apologise to or be better for Katniss (and still he comes up short). I'm thinking of the moment where he makes her feel bad for defending her prep team in 13 and then later tries to smooth things over in the canteen by being kind. I believe that's something he did only for Katniss. She's his motivation to be different (but turns out that's not enough still.)

I'll maybe build on this another time but this passage made me think of what he says when he sees Katniss after Prim's death. "Does it matter? You'll always be thinking about it... That was the one thing I had going for me. Taking care of your family." Instead of apologising for helping to create such bombs, instead of asking for forgiveness, instead of crying with her, instead of expressing his sorrow and regret at what's happened, this is all he's able to say. Which is odd to me. To not even try to comfort your supposed closest friend at such a time. To say that's all you had going for you? It's this relationship of transaction. 'I take care of your family and hunt with you so you should end up marring me.' I really don't think that's far from what Gale expected.

I think there's even more to say about Gale as a patriarchal character but I've rambled on enough at this point. But his attitude and perspective throughout the book, while aligned with that of a traumatised young adult in the midst of oppression, also aligns heavily with patriarchal constructs. The way he thinks of war and people and human relationships, the way he thinks of fighting and death, and the way he thinks of doing whatever you have to do to achieve your end, no matter what happens or who gets hurt in pursuit of it. If anyone has any reading on Gale in these areas I'd be so interested in it!

[cecewarlock]

Okay so this are pretty disjointed thoughts. I'll probably rewrite once I've calmed the fuck down but I've just watched TBOSAS and I need to talk about it

1- The hanging tree is about a man who is accused of three murders and when he is about to be hanged he asks for his lover to run away

Now in the Hunger games trilogy the song is a call to desperate action. A call for love and hope and freedom with the knowledge it might all end in death

But in TBOSAS it takes a whole different meaning, more especially in what I believe to be Snow's two most important relationships: Lucy Gray and Sejanus.

Unlike the man in the song, Snow has in fact killed three people one of them being Sejanus and unlike the man in the song who chooses his love over his own life. Snow does the opposite. He tells Lucy Gray to run during the games but once she is no longer caged, once she becomes the one thing he believes will cost him his life he chooses to attack. He truly is living embodiment of dr Gaul's philosophy. He is a victor.

2- Many people have already pointed out the Katniss/Snow Peeta/Lucy Gray parallels but I cannot stop thinking about Plutarch/Sejanus.

3- Everything about Tigris makes my heart break.

4-"Snow lands on top" is such a cunty ass line. Say what you will about Snow but he ate with that one. Cannot wait to see it used inappropriately in a fanfic

5- Snow having two scars on his back. One from when he saved Sejanus and one from when Lucy Gray saved him. I need to be sedated.

6- Ceasar being a nepo baby lol

7- "You are as pure as the driven snow" seriously somebody sedate me.

8-the rainbow on the statue's dress at the end. Lucy Gray you will forever live rent free in Snow's mind.

9- Sejanus's last words being "Ma" something he got teased for at the beginning.

10- Everything about Reaper putting the flag over the fallen tributes. And his bravery in the face of death. And his kindness.

11-I normally scoff at prequels that lean too hard on the main story and while I definitely think that TBOSAS suffers from it from time to time I do believe it works because it serves a purpose. It recontextualizes what we know about Snow.

He is a haunted man. The revolution in the hunger games is personal to him. Beyond politics and money. It is Lucy Gray's songs, stronger and lauder than ever, accompanied by the drum of Sejanus ideals. It's payback. They have taken his power.

12- Do you hear that? It's the sound of Snow, falling.

13- In conclusion: If Suzanne Collins has no fans left know that I am dead.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s5 episode 4 thoughts

i’m so excited for scully and mulder time!!! and today they’re going to florida!! last time they went to florida, i really liked the episode. and i thought it was funny that mulder was jogging in a sweatshirt lmao but hey!! i am so excited!!!

let's see what we're getting into today... ah, mysterious disappearances!! ohohoho, that is just the kind of thing i would call these two about!!

(author's note: and guess what!! all of that excitement was WORTH IT!! because this episode was AMAZING!! i am so happy!!! i know joy and love!!! everything is good!!! when i am down in life, i shall remember these times and how good they were)

let us begin. these guys are in the woods… oh no! this guy sloan says “the sooner they pave over this swamp, the better” <- he is NOT an ally of the environment, and when it eats him whole and spits him back out, he will have had it coming.

(author's note: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

the other guy who is rightfully giving him hell is named marty. shoutout to marty for advocating for the indigenous species that cherish this forest. what exactly they are doing in the woods is unclear to me, but sloan has this pole thing stuck in the mud. and he can’t move it because it’s in something filled with BLOOOOOD! AHHHH SPOOOOOOKY OOOOOO

WAUGH! i was just saying it was spooky due to the BLOOD, but then the ground had EYEBALLS??? 

did they IMPALE this forest dude with their pole???

this is the end of sloan. well. i said i wouldn’t be sad. but now marty is running too!!! nooo, woodland creature, marty has your back!!!

oh my god, whatever this human or creature is, it looks like when peeta camouflaged himself in the hunger games with his cake decorating skills. which is now the second time i’ve referenced that on this account. but it was incredibly formative to me growing up 

RIP marty :( he was a real one

this is exactly what i want when i sit down to watch an episode. i want to see a forest beast swallowing people and these two hot agents getting deployed to figure out wtf went down. and usually they don’t even get answers. but they look at each other with barely suppressed love. and that is it. the platonic ideal of an x files episode.

now we see a little boy with a dog!!! and his dad. listen to me when i say that this dog better come out of this alive.

woah woah woah ANTHONY RAPP IS IN THIS EPISODE????

honestly glad the guest star credits came first to give me that heads up, because if i had not seen that beforehand, i would have just been pointing at my screen when he first appeared the whole time like YO :0 IT'S ANTHONY RAPP :0 IN *MY* X FILES :0

truly, what a time the 90's were. anyway, he's not even here yet so don't worry about it.

the little boy and the dad are in the woods we saw before, and find some surveyor’s equipment (ohhh, so that must have been what those guys were doing) and the dog finds one of the dead bodies!!! dad tells the kid to run straight home, which is not what i would do if i found a dead body around my son (because i would be keeping the kid in SIGHT)

the boy and dog are running away as dad is firing shots (into what? who knows)

run boy, run with your dog, and do not let his leash go!!

another cut, this time to two people (mike and stonecypher, but as they appear they are just random guys) chattering about team building activities… the miracle of building a big tower together. and neither of them are anthony rapp

BUT LMAO MULDER IN THE BACKSEAT LEANING OVER TO SCULLY “kill me now” <- BAHAHA her faceeee

they have to do TEAM BUILDING SEMINARS??!?!?!? FOR THE FBI??!?!? LMAOOOO and scully has done one in the past, but mulder always calls in sick BAHAHAA!!! she didn’t let him escape this year!!!! 

they are stopped by a bunch of policemen in the road and mulder gets out, thanking jesus for this divine providence, for that man shall not be kept caged. he must stretch his long legs. 

a frantic woman on the side of the road asks him if he’s with search and rescue!! he says no- its the boy’s mom, later revealed to be named mrs. asekoff, and they can’t find the dad! mulder says he is going to figure it out. and so he walks right into the woods. that's a man who is on the case.

LMAO the blonde lady is exasperatedly asking scully where he’s going and she just wordlessly sets off after him. blonde lady is named stonecypher. that is a sick name.

the guy she’s with (named mike) is counting a tree trunk’s rings, and announces that this tree was here 20 years before ponce de leon landed. that’s a nerd alright! but stonecypher and mike announce that they are going to be late for the wine and cheese reception if the agents get them sidetracked >:(

mulder goes to meet with the officer, later revealed to be named michele. and she’s all, we didn’t call you guys. he says yeah, but you did stop us, sooo!!! all she admits to knowing is that they heard shots, but found nothing else. 

oooo, they found tracks that couldn’t be identified as man nor beast. in this context, i know it will be some kind of monster, but you can't help but root for a new kind of animal to be discovered by our fearless agents, even if it is just for a brief moment you imagine the possibility.

scully wants to tell him something while he is talking to michele!!! but he says to wait!!! he wants to save the day!!! she is gonna tell him their ride left, i just know it. and this is why you have to LISTEN TO HER!

the officer is very pretty, but she is offended that mulder wants to come and help out lmao

uh oh, scully's going in:

“how do i say this without using any negative words, scully?” 

“you want me to tell them that you’re not going to make it to this year’s teamwork seminar?”

“yeah” (grabbing her shoulders) “you see that? we don’t need that conference. we have communication like that, unspoken. you know what i’m thinking” <- LMAOOO

it is not lost on me how he has to bend over a lil to get to her eye level. and yeah i’m smiling about it. so what!!

(she watches him, shaking her head with a smile as he treks off) AWWWWW STOP 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(and her billowing coat moment……. <3) (she had to be hot as hell in that florida weather!!)

((there's a scene later where one of them breaths and you can see the condensed air signature to cold weather, and it spoiled the tropical illusion, in addition to their constant coat wearing, but still. i recognize i ought to suspend some disbelief))

back at the askeoff house, the boy (louis) is sleeping while a scary movie plays, but wakes to ask his mom “he’s not coming back, is he?” <- NOOO buddy :(

she tells louis he needs to be brave :( then mrs. asekoff sadly washes the dishes while the dog whines at the door, begging to be let outside :(

someone is on the computer looking at different animal attacks… IT’S MULDER LMAOOO!!!!!!

(i know he’s doing research on tracks and attack patterns for serious work reasons, but this killed me. where is that post that’s like “i miss using the internet for its intended purpose: looking up animal facts”)

((also getting flashbacks to him watching a hyena documentary in home... he loves his creatures. too bad their last experience at a zoo was awful. because i still want him to go to one. take him to the very nice smithsonian zoo))

there’s a knock at the door and he yells that it is open... he better hope it's scully… he makes a stupid joke but OHHH SHE BROUGHT HIM CHEESE AND WINE AWWW :,)

“however, i must remind you, this goes against the bureau’s policy of male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment” <- LMAOOO THEY’RE A LITTLE LATE TO MAKE THIS DISCLAIMER

awww but she’s so sweet (and she said it entirely deadpan) (scully you are the most special of all)

“you try any of that tailhook crap on me, scully, and i’ll kick your ass” hold on i gotta look something up <- HOLY FUCK????? um. do not look that up unless you can tolerate reading about women being mass abused. i had to stop here and process for a second the information i just learned.

but let us set that aside to continue wine and cheese time

she just wants to pour some nice wine and he wants to talk about animal facts LMAO “and what does that have to do with anything?” <- lol

OH!! she looks a little shocked to hear that he actually is invested in this case and not just trying to get out of the conference. AWW she wanted to chill :( let her chill!!! let them just hang for a bit!!! mulder, this beautiful woman wants to give you wine and cheese!! how could you think about work at such a time???

NOOO HE LEAVES??!! “you know mulder, sometimes i think some work on your communication skills wouldn’t be such a bad idea” <- GET HIM AGAIN FOR ME 

she looks so SAD... but he smiles his big goofy smile and says he will be right back, and they can build a tower of furniture (scully sips the wine)

i am sad :(

back at the asekoff's house, the dog is barking… but it doesn’t look like anything is in the yard for him to be barking at!!! NOOO, DON’T LET THE DOG OUT INTO THE DARKNESS WHILE THE OMINOUS MUSIC PICKS UP IN SPEED, MRS ASEKOFF!!

look, after what happened in s3, i can’t watch another dog get hurt. 

okay, so the dog snarls at mrs. asekoff, but he seems alive, which is better than what i was expecting. she leaves him outside!!!!!!! rude!! never leave your puppy outside!! but the door back into the house is locked???? she definitely did NOT lock herself out

she’s beating on the door and crying for her son, but no!!!! the woods beast is in the home!!!!

and now mulder is here!!!! girl... how did he know where they live. lmao.

anyway, louis crashes into mulder and says “it’s in the house”. and something tells me wine and cheese night is going to be postponed 

now scully is here, looking around the boy's room…. she finds his scary movie! he was watching the invisible man. she proposes that perhaps this influenced his fear, but mulder points out that the invisible man was INVISIBLE, and this creature he spotted had red eyes. checkmate, scully.

he’s showing scully some tracks in the house, and analyzing the weight distribution. he says his dad and him were indian guides?? that seems inappropriate. is that a joke, or did mr. mulder really take him around the woods to look at stuff?

(later i googled what this meant and learned. but for the sake of preserving my thoughts as i experienced them, you will learn what it means with me later) 

and these tracks are: not human!! not animal!! a secret third thing!!

OMG THERE’S ANTHONY RAPP YESSSS (start the rent monologue internally)

anthony rapp is showing mulder a fancy machine that detects body heat!! in all universes he must have a piece of technology to look at stuff through

the officer michele is explaining that there is no cell service deep in these here woods (cut to scully on the phone attempting to get a signal in the back lol) and there is only CLOSE RANGE RADIO, so PLEASE DO NOT LOSE SIGHT OF ANYONE, and if you get lost SHE WILL FIND YOU, just SIT TIGHT, THANK YOU!!!!

this seems to be strong foreshadowing

scully was on the phone with the police, who thinks that perhaps the individual responsible for the missing people is a wanted drifter- but mulder says no way. he also says it seems like we have two of em, because one lured mrs. asekoff out and one went for louis! ohhh he thinks they’re trying to prevent anyone from building more houses, the survey team was working on more plots… well. you can't blame them for that, really

(they embark into the forest in their matching blue jackets, which i again ask, how are they not super hot?)

anthony rapp points out that there isn’t even any wildlife around!! mad weird… but scully thinks it’s beautiful :,)

NAURRRR A CLAW EMERGES TO GRAB THE STONE OFFICER MICHELE LEFT BEHIND TO MARK THEIR PATH…. the officer isn’t gonna make it, just mark my words

anthony rapp finds something 20 yards ahead in his fancy thermal detector, but they can’t see anything!!!! and now there’s two blobs on the thermal screen!!!! moving in opposite directions!!! nooo, don’t split up to try and catch them!!!!!

mulder is in track star mode with anthony rapp, but they can’t find the beast!! 

scully realizes the creatures are trying to separate them (very smart) and that they must go back… BLEH, they walk right by a beast blending into a tree!! with scary red eyes!!!!

NOOO!!! michele goes down!!!!! WHERE DID SHE GO!!!! scully is calling for help from mulder!!! but something is surrounding her!!!

OH! he emerges and is approaching her!!!

they realize they are being played by this beast and need to try and find michele. anthony rapp is pissed, saying we ought to escape these here woods while we can, but mulder says no, we need to try and find her. meanwhile scully’s trying to call someone which isn’t going to work but she TRIED, okay?? you never know!!

OHHHH, mulder says then YOU go back, anthony rapp. escape these woods yourself. oh yeah, you CANNOT.

and scully says look, it would be great to find her, really, but we have no food or water, so we should get out of here. mulder has some scheme in his eyes and i know damn well he is gonna stay in the forest once they leave to try and find her.

(he actually didn't, everyone cheer for mulder's impulse control working just this one time!)

why can't they see the beast on anthony rapp's special screen?

“maybe it can regulate its temperature. do you know of any animal that can?” “ticks, i’ve heard that they can halt their metabolism for up to 18 years, essentially going into suspended animation until something warm-blooded comes along” <- man they really do match each other’s freak, huh. going bar for bar. they are equally matched in the nerd-off. i love them so dearly

LMAOOO NO, HE IS GONNA TALK ABOUT MOTHMAN???? IS THIS THE FLORIDA MOTHMAN?????

nah, i REFUSE to believe that mothman would migrate. he needs to keep that west virginia economy running. also, i thought there was only one of him, but they’re both saying “moth MEN”, which seems wrong. mothman is singular and irreplaceable.

anthony rapp realizes they’re going the wrong way because he can’t see any of michele’s white stones. mulder is saying no no, it’s the right path, and we all know you should NEVER listen to directions from him!!!!!

OHHHH scully spots something in the distance… the others don't see anything on the special thermal scanner but she KNOWS WHAT SHE SAW!! and she points out everything is quiet again!!! YEAHHH SHE IS GOOD AT SPOTTING STUFF

NOOO, ANTHONY RAPP LOCATES IT BUT MULDER RUNS AFTER!! “talk to him”, she says, telling anthony to guide him where to go; “this is NOT a good idea” “TALK to him, jeff!” <- OHHH YEAH UNSPOKEN COMMUNICATION AND TRUST BETWEEN EACH OTHER🔥

and yes, anthony rapp's character is named jeff, but guess what? it's my writeup and i make the rules.

but then the beast disappears!! mulder sees it, though…. and starts to run after it!! and he fires, but he misses!!!

then scully finds it and she fires a bunch of shots, and holy hell she looks good btw, but that’s neither here nor there. i bet she hit it though. she has good aim.

BUT NOOO, WHERE DID ANTHONY RAPP GO??? he’s running away!!! NOOOOO HE FALLS!!!! and scully only has a few rounds left!!!!

AND NOOO, MULDER FALLS TOO!!! 

he’s being grabbed by the thing and she shoots it!!! whew, she had three rounds!!!!! and he is on the ground bleeding but YEAH SCULLY SAVED THE DAY 🔥🔥🔥🔥

awww now she’s trying to start a fire to keep them warm:

“you were an indian guide, help me out here” “the indian guide says maybe you should run to the store and get some matches” (he says, while leaning against a log)

OHHH MY GOD “indian guide” referred to a thingy in the YMCA, oh so he really DID have bonding time with his dad… how much does it say about his relationship with his dad that i assumed it was a fucked up joke rather than an inappropriately named father-son bonding activity???

(he’s laying back on a log, looking up at her with love in his eyes)

she’s trying to use her gunpowder to start a fire (queen behavior) when she says “mulder, you need to keep warm. your body’s still in shock” (this man LOVES to go into shock, it's one of his few hobbies)

“i was told once that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody else who’s already naked”<- hey what. any scientists wanna confirm or deny.

“maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky” <- average scully moment in handling his unhinged statements with ease

(he crawls closer to her, shivering)

woah, major tone shift on behalf of scully: “you ever thought seriously about dying?”

“yeah once, when i was at the ice capades” (yeah idk what that is either but i need to stop googling stuff and get on with the plot, so i assume it's an amusement park?)

“when i was fighting my cancer, i was angry at the injustice of it. and it’s meaninglessness. and then i realized that that was the struggle. to give it meaning” OHHHH MY GOD. he’s looking up at her and oh my god. 

"fighting" was past tense... is she in the clear now?!?!?

“to make sense of it. it’s like life” oh scully... life is what you make of it, huh?

“i think nature is supremely indifferent to whether we live or die. i mean, if you’re lucky, you get 75 years, if you’re really lucky you get 80 years, and if you’re extraordinarily lucky, you get to have 50 of those years with a decent head of hair” <- LMAO BE SERIOUS FOR ONCE!!!!

but it makes her laugh <3

and she is SUCH a nerd as she sings ✨ta-da✨while she cracks open that last bullet to get the powder in the middle 

“hey, who did you identify with as a kid: wilma or betty?”, asks mulder; “i identified with betty’s bust line”, she says, and he responds with “yes, i did too” <- if that’s supposed to be a self-own it doesn’t work because i think betty served

WHY CAN NEITHER OF THEM BE SERIOUS!!

(but she said the kids from the cartoon were cute <3)

((was this exchange a joke about them making fires or just a mean line the writers gave to make scully say something self-depreciating... took me out of the vibe for a second!!!!)

the fire does not work out :(

OH MY GOD, THEY’RE CUDDLING????? (she tries to pick him up and set his head in her lap) “i don’t wanna wrestle” “get over here. i’m going to try and keep you warm”

AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH hang on i need a moment. hang on. hang on. okay hold on just give me a moment. okay. WAIT another moment. oh my god. okay. 

HE’S ASKING HER TO SING??????????? AND SHE SAYS NO LMAOOOOOOOO what is going on. what am i watching.

despite her saying she cannot sing, he insists, so that he will know she is awake to watch over him

SHE STARTS SINGING TO SHUT HIM UP AND HE REQUEST THE CHORUS AFTER SHE GETS THROUGH THE FIRST VERSE?????? OH MY GOD???? 

i feel like i’m reading an incredibly self-indulgent fanfiction, what the hell. i am NOT complaining though. please make note of that. like, underline that: i am not complaining.

BUT THE TREE BEAST IS NEARBY!!!!!!

mulder wakes up on the ground in the morning, no scully in sight!!! she was getting some berries LMAOOOO that hunter gatherer instinct kicking in

(i was about to say "please do not eat the wild berries", but then i remembered with her doctor training she can probably tell which ones will kill you and which ones are tasty. there are many perks to obtaining a medical degree) 

BUT NOOOO, SHE’S GONE NOW!!!

he’s freaking tf out!!! but she just fell down a hole!!!! okay that was the best possible scenario, i guess??? unless it’s the beasts' lair.

OH FUCK, SHE FOUND THE BODIES???? NO, THE RED EYED BEAST IS DOWN THERE!!! AND SHE DOESN’T HAVE HER GUN??

THEY ARE SPLIT UP, SO THE OTHER ONE RUNS TO HIM BACK ON LAND!!! so he throws himself down the hole!!!

OHHH, SHE SHOOTS THE BEAST!!!! 

they stare at his body for a bit… “there has to be a scientific explanation for this”, she mumbles. yeah. there probably is, somehow.

LMAOOO they’re stacking up the bodies and talking about how it’s a teamwork exercise 

the guy from before, mike, comes to find them - but he’s super obviously greenscreened in?? LMAOOO WHAT??? could they not afford to get him into the forest i’m HOWLINGGGG

BUT THEN IN THE NEXT SHOT HE IS REALLY THERE LMAOOOOO WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHOW MAN

(laughed so hard at the dichotomy it hurt a little, but then we moved on)

they ask for a ladder 🪜 to get out of the hole, which is probably the first time i have ever used the ladder emoji

omg michele is still alive for now!!! and it seems that the kid’s dad is too!!!

mulder has a giant bloody gash in his turtleneck… yeah it’s a good look. one of his best, in fact

ohhh he says that what they saw carved into the post down in the cave was the inscription the spanish would carve into a post before they lashed the natives??

he thinks that perhaps the beasts were 400 years old and had adapted to the woods. maybe! idk! maybe he just wants the motel write off, as mike proposes <- LMAO

he sits and chats with mike and stonecypher for a bit, but suddenly wants to go find scully now… HE THINKS THE BEASTS ARE AFTER HER!!!

he is speeeeeding to get her as she packs their stuff up in the motel room…. he’s banging and yelling on the wrong dooooor!!!

luckily she hurries her out just as she finishes packing, and they are on their way

AUGH, THE BEAST HAS BEEN TRAPPED IN THE MOTEL ROOM!!!

oh my god. that was SO good. i cannot believe it. 

so that is definitely making my list of the top episodes, which i might have to expand to a top 18 because there are so many good ones that need to be fit and i just loved it loved it loved it.

mutual saving of the day! cuddling! banter! needy whumped out mulder! scully just wanting to hang out and chill! i’m going to giggle into my hands as i fall asleep!!!!

this was it!! i was right!! this IS the platonic ideal of an x files episode!!! i’m smiling so hard right now!!!

the beasts!! the mystery!!! the CGI!!! the fact it took me a solid 2 hours to write up this post because there were so many things to make note of!!

jhdjsbdjsndkwnhxkefkejfjksfjsndjsnwjmdbwkchemns………………………………

a full day later i am editing my notes and still in disbelief (positive). someone told me once that different episode writers have different takes on the central dynamic, and that a certain writer is known for more shippy episodes, and i would venture to guess this is by that writer/team of writers. while i wish there was more overall tonal consistency, this is the tone that i wish was consistent. but i guess that having it only once in a while makes it all the more poignant!!!

i am very pleased. in fact, i was so pleased while watching this episode, that i began to think about that fic i'd like to write someday where they are tasked with solving some art thefts. and do i have any logistics or plans to ever actually write that? no. but when you see a one-off episode so concisely bring you through a case exactly as a standalone episode should, you cannot help but feel inspired to think of a case fic of your own to set them upon.

i shall enjoy these thoughts, wandering about my head as i contemplate the implications of cuddle time.

[kit-kat-katie]

this time, my time

A/N: hey, do you remember me? 0_0 it's been a long few months of school, to put in simply. now I'm off for the summer, and I'm here to slowly finish up my Finnick series and the request decaying in my inbox.

TW: canon violence and other sensitive topics (prostitution and other servitude to the Capitol), reader has a long-term knee injury, main character death, strong deviation from cannon events will start here, quick mentions of knives, past and present trauma for reader, the ending is so sad

Pairing: Finnick x GN! Reader (romantic)

Summary: The rebellion goes strong as you try to find your place in District 13. Things fall in and out of place as the continuous ups and downs of the warzone weigh on your mental and physical condition.

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You stand quietly outside of the meeting room, trying to pretend like you weren’t eavesdropping on the conversation going on inside. Whatever it was, it ended quickly as Katniss burst out of the doors first.

“So you’re going to be the Mockingjay?” You softly ask, which stops Katniss in her tracks.

“What choice do I have? You saw Peeta on TV in the Capital, and we know that the others are there too. I have to get him, them home.” She curtly says before turning and leaving the area.

You slip into the shadows as other members of the meeting leave - some you recognize, some you aren’t quite familiar with.

The last man to leave the room, the one you didn’t know on the air carrier that took you to District 13, is the only one to notice your presence.

“Do you believe Katniss is our Mockingjay?” He solemnly asks as you step into the light.

“She might not be an elegant speaker, or the best role model, but she’s got a lot of fight and energy left in her. If anyone is going to get us out of this mess, it’ll be her.” You hold on to your cane as you limp forward with your injured leg.

“What I said when we rescued you, Finnick, and Katniss, is still on the table. We can arrange to fix-”

“My fighting days are long over.” You gesture to your knee as a small chuckle escapes your throat. “Your doctors are amazing. They can prescribe fantastic painkillers, but they can’t fix this.”

Plutarch simply smiles to himself.

“You should see Beetee when you have the time. He’s made something for you, if you’re interested.” He shrugs before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

This cane is getting on my last nerve. It would be nice to walk with two feet again, or to walk long distances without having to be carried by a child.

~

“I’m assuming Plutarch spoke with you?” Beetee says as you stare in admiration at his room of inventions. 

“You’ve been busy while we’ve been stuck down here.” You marvel at something on his desk, but you know better than to touch.

“I haven’t had much to do, being stuck in a wheelchair and all.” Beetee makes his way over to you with a strange, metal-looking brace on his lap.

“What is that?” You ask as he hands it to you.

“It’s a regenerative knee brace - a special project that I was working on with a few of the medical specialists in Thirteen. I can’t guarantee that it’ll heal all, but you should be able to walk without that cane for hours at a time. Ideally, a few weeks of usage should get you completely healed, but we haven’t tested it on any subjects so the results may be unsure-”

“Beetee, I don’t think I can thank you enough for this.” You sit down on a chair next to him as you put the brace on. 

“Think nothing of it - it’s a favor for a friend.” He offers you a rare smile, and it’s one that you happily return.

When you stand up, the aching of your knee is reduced to a dullness that medication could only hope to achieve. After hobbling around Beetee’s workspace for a bit, you’re able to walk pretty well on your own - without that damn cane.

“It’ll work?” He asks as you brightly smile.

“This will definitely work.”

~

“I see you took Beetee up on his offer.” Finnick remarks as you lay on the bed next to him.

“You knew about this?” You ask as Finnick squeezes your side.

“Prim came to me one day and asked a bunch of weird questions about you and your medical history, and when I pressed her for answers, she told me about Beetee’s project for you. I only knew for two weeks-”

“-two weeks? And you didn’t tell me?!?” You playfully roll your eyes. “You watched me struggle for two weeks, knowing that there was a solution on its way. If I didn’t love you so much, I’d push you off of this bed.”

“You love me, Sunny?”

“Leave me alone.” You gently push him away before he wraps his arms around you.

“I love you too.” He mumbles into your hair before kissing your neck.

With the butterflies lingering in your stomach, you curl into his touch more as you feel your eyes become heavy.

“For the record, I’m still mad at you.” You mumble softly, and his bubbly laughter is the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep.

~

“How is your knee?” Prim takes a few notes on her notepad as you swing your legs back and forth on the examination table.

“The pain isn't gone, but I can walk for a while without needing to sit down. Standing still can be an issue at times because my knee locks, and the brace is so heavy that it pulls me down with it.” You explain as she nods.

“That’s good progress, especially since you’ve only been wearing it for a week. I’m glad you’re feeling better.” Prim stands up and gathers her notes before heading towards the door.

“Wait a minute, you-” You pause before asking, “why did you want to help me recover? You helped Beetee with the brace, but why do so?”

“My sister likes you, as much as she can like anyone,” Prim says, “and I have the same trust in you. We need as many people as we can for the fight ahead of us, and if I can help one person get back on their feet, then it’ll be worth it in the long run.”

“You’re wise for your age, and strong.” You softly bite your lip. “I’m sorry about your home, about everything that’s happened to you.”

“It’s all in the past, and the future is what we make of it.” She nods before leaving the room, and you push yourself off of the bed before heading for the door yourself.

I wonder what Prim was like before all of this happened. I’ll have to ask Katniss sometime, if she’ll ever tell me anything personal about herself.

~

“President Coin has wanted to meet you for a long time, but in-between your recovery from the injury, Katniss becoming the Mockingjay, and then the recent attack, there hasn’t been much time-”

“-It’s alright, Plutarch. I’m just grateful she took us all in.” You shrug as Plutarch opens the door for you. “Thank you.”

President Coin stands up and offers you her hand, which you gladly shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sunny, if I may call you that?” She greets you before letting go of your hand, and you take a seat next to her.

“It’s alright with me. Thank you for your endless hospitality, President Coin, I can’t thank you enough.” You graciously bow your head.

“It’s no issue, but I’m afraid this isn’t a simple greeting. I requested your… unique expertise for a reason. After the attack on District 13, the civilians from this District and District 12 are, understandably, scared. I’m requesting that you offer some of your time and expertise to train them on different fighting tactics.” 

“You want me to teach them? What about Katniss or Finnick?”

“Katniss is an… acquired taste, and Finnick hasn’t connected to the people of this shelter as you have.” Coin explains as Plutarch nods along.

“People look up to you, not as a Victor, but as a person. You might not be the Mockingjay, but your voice and actions carry power. Why not use them for something good?” He adds as you ponder for a moment.

It’s been a while since I’ve held my knives… am I going to be okay with this?

“It might take me a while to get back into fighting, with my knee and all, but I’ll give it a try. I’m sure Beetee will be happy if I can get some more use out of this brace.” You lightly tap your foot on the ground as you feel the brace hum against your leg.

I wonder if it’s going to heal me fully, or if I’ll be stuck with this thing forever.

~

Training the civilians of the two districts didn’t go as poorly as you thought it would. You were worried about injuring yourself further, or worse, accidentally hurting an innocent civilian if your survival instincts kicked in. 

Those who had shown up seemed grateful for your help, and the children that you had grown to care for had come to watch the training. You weren’t going to let them fight, no child should be involved in a warzone, but you didn’t mind them watching.

Especially when they cheered every time you hit your mark or you pinned someone to the ground. It gave you a much-needed ego boost, something that had never really phased you before. All eyes had been on you since you won the Hunger Games those years ago, and it didn’t dawn on you how weird it felt to be left alone.

You were grateful, of course, to not have to look over your shoulder in case someone from the Capitol was spying on you. Things were just… different now. The life you had known since you won the Hunger Games was gone.

Maybe you could get used to the idea of an “after”, one where you can let go of everything that has been eating you alive. One where you and Finnick could…

It’s best not to get my hopes up.

~

“I learned a much more valuable form of payment… secrets.”

You stand next to Katniss, quietly wiping tears from your face as you watch him bare his soul for all to witness. It wasn’t like you were completely clueless to what he was doing in the Capitol, but you never knew it was this bad.

Katniss, on the other hand, is fixated on the small bits of footage of the rescue team. You can’t blame her for doing so - who knows how Peeta, Johanna, and the rest were doing inside of the Capitol? Had they been tortured, killed, or condemned to a fate much like Finnick’s?

“And the biggest secrets are about our President, Coriolanus Snow. Such a young man when he rose to power, such a clever one to keep it. How, you may ask, did he do it?” Finnick stares into the camera, and you stare into his eyes, hoping you can offer some sort of comfort when he can’t even see you. 

“One word: poison. He stopped every mutiny before it even started. There were so many mysterious deaths of his adversaries, even the allies who were threats. Snow would drink from the same cup to deflect suspicion, but antidotes don’t always work, which is why he wears roses as a perfume. It helps cover the scent from sores in his mouth that will never heal.”

Your eyes dart over to the rescue team footage as they get closer to the captives in the Capitol - Finnick just has to distract them for a bit longer. It’s tortuous, for you and for him, to live so vicariously through the trauma and memories that you’ve both carried for all of these years.

“He can’t hide the scent of who he really is. He kills without mercy, he rules with deception and fear. His weapon of choice is the only thing suited for such a man. Poison, the perfect weapon for a snake.”

Suddenly, things go white and you’re pulled out of the weird haze you were in when Katniss calls out to Beetee. Coin attempts to bring the footage back up, but it seems to be too late.

“We have another sixty seconds and then we’ll be cut off.” Beetee says, and someone in the room asks if they should call back the hovercraft.

You would’ve volunteered to go next, to tell them every dirty little detail about being a Victor, but Katniss volunteered first. 

“Are you sure?” You softly ask, and Katniss nods as you step out of the way.

The others in the room do the same as Katniss calls out to President Snow multiple times, and time runs thin before he answers her back.

“What an honor, and I don’t imagine you’re calling me to thank me for the roses.” His face appears through the static, and you physically recoil at the sight of him. 

“I never asked for this. I never asked to be in the games, I never asked to be the Mockingjay. I just wanted to save my sister and keep Peeta alive. Please, just let him go.” The desperation in her answer is evident as she continues. “I will stop being the Mockingjay. I will disappear, you will never have to see me ever again.”

“Ms. Everdeen, you couldn’t run from this anymore than you could’ve run from the games.” Snow coldly says.

“Please, you’ve won. You’ve already beaten me. Release Peeta, and take me instead.” Katniss offers herself up, but Snow shakes his head.

“I couldn’t pass the opportunity for a noble sacrifice.”

“Then tell me what to do. I’ve always kept my promises, haven’t I?”

“You say you didn’t want a war, and that’s just what’s happened. I told you what a fragile thing peace was, and still, like a child, you took pleasure in breaking it. I know what you are, I know you can’t see past your narrow concerns, but please, Ms. Everdeen, I doubt you know what honesty is anymore.”

You’re barely able to focus on the conversation because the sight of President Snow is enough to send you into fight-or-flight. Haymitch has had to pull you back multiple times to prevent you from interfering, and you’re a few seconds from leaving the room entirely.

He’s not even here, and you’re still scared shitless of him. What a fucking nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

“You’ve asked me to convince you that I was in love with Peeta. Haven’t I, at least, done that?”

“Ms. Everdeen, it’s the things we love most that destroy us. I want you to remember that I said that. Don’t you think I know that your friends are in the Tribute Center?” He pauses for a moment as everyone stares in abstract horror. “Cut them off.”

The feed crashes as everyone launches into a panic. Haymitch goes to comfort Katniss as Beetee tries to reach those inside of the Capitol. You’re left staring at the screen, contemplating why he continues to play the same games with Katniss that he did with you.

~

“Sunny, you’ve done excellent work today.” Snow’s eyes remain fixated on his roses as you admire the poppies near the entrance. 

“Thank you, President Snow.” You quietly mumble.

“You can just call me Snow - we are friends, are we not?”

“Of course, my apologies.” You put on a brave smile as you take a cautious step forward.

“No need to apologize, at least not to me.” He pauses for a moment. “I heard from one of my advisors that you had brushed off his attempts at courting you.”

“It won’t happen again.” You bow to him after looking back at the poppies. “I’ll go and make a personal apology before I leave for District Four.”

“Good, it’d be a shame if I had to hurt the family that threw you out after you had won the games. Or maybe I’ll show your new ‘family’ some of the raw footage of your Games, if that would be enough to deter them from speaking with you again.”

“I sincerely apologize for disrespecting you, Snow, and I will make sure that my apology is just as sincere to your advisor.”

“I know you will, you always make great amends. That’s what I like about you, Sunny, you know when you’ve done something wrong, and nothing will stop you from making it right.” Snow picks a rose before making eye contact with you. “The advisor is being housed on the second floor of my home.”

“Thank you for your utmost kindness.” You bow again before scurrying away.

~

“They’re here.”

Nothing could’ve stopped you from rushing into the hospital ward - not even the armed guards that tried to stop you. Your eyes scan around for a familiar face, and you spot Johanna pulling away from guards and doctors alike.

“Leave me alone!” She barks at them before looking at you. “You look like shit.”

“You look much worse, believe me.” You scoff before waving the doctors away. “I’ve got her, I promise.”

“I tried to give them hell, but the Capitol repaid the favor with interest, as they always do.” Johanna reluctantly swings her legs back onto the hospital bed as you arrange some of the medication nearby.

“Don’t worry, I’ll watch what the doctors give you. You won’t have to take anything you don’t need, I promise.” You step aside and gesture for a doctor to come back.

“The knee brace?”

“Talk to Katniss about that one.” You both chuckle to yourselves before Finnick bursts into the ward.

“Annie? Mags?” He calls out as he desperately searches around the area.

When you look back at Johanna, she has a sympathetic look on her face as you cover your mouth with one of your hands.

“I’m sorry-” 

“-I need a minute before I do something I regret.” You back away from Johanna and rush into the hallway as you continue to hear Finnick call out for them.

Hot tears fall down your face as you let your metal knee brace pull you to the ground. After seeing Peeta alive, you had hope for the others… but your hope had now been crushed.

You remember a time when you wished that you and Finnick could have all of the time in the world to be alone together.

Now you want to reach back into the past and slap yourself for saying that.

There wouldn’t be anymore Sunday dinners, small fishing trips, or beach picnics. No more midnight stargazing with Mags when you couldn’t sleep, or baking cookies with Annie as a way to help her relax for a while.

Everything you had gained after losing yourself in the Games was nearly gone.

All that was left was the somber man who just stumbled out of the ward. The look in Finnick’s eyes was distant - he was here with you without being here with you.

You, as quickly as one with a knee brace can, stand up and rush into his arms. You’re sure that your sobs can be heard from the farthest corner of the underground facility.

He doesn’t even respond or move his head in acknowledgment. 

Neither of you move, and time doesn’t either as you grieve together.

You wanted to believe that you were out of your waking nightmare, but maybe the Games were just the beginning of a lifetime of torture.

Only time would tell.

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[solar-halos]

odesta week. day #1: modern au monday

summary: annie and finnick engage in some crazy funky shenanigans after a concert

3k, odesta fluff, modern au. also some johannie in the beginning (as a treat) but obv this is odesta endgame. concert they attended isn’t explicitly mentioned but know in ur heart it’s chappell roan

“Wanna do something fun?”

Annie was not expecting Johanna to say anything, so her next opened mouth kiss lands directly on her chin. Oops. The club lights bathe them in swathes of purples and pinks, which complements the lipstick stains on Johanna’s neck. 

“Huh?” Annie asks. It’s a fair question—she thought all this making out they were doing was the fun part. 

In Annie’s opinion, it couldn’t get better than this. It’s not everyday you get to see your favorite artist’s favorite artist live and in concert, and it’s also not everyday that hot people choose to strike up a conversation with her.

Johanna and Finnick are hot. And, even better, they were the ones who turned around and started asking her questions right after they caught her eye in line. Maybe they just really liked her vibes. Peeta and Katniss were accompanying Annie, too, but anyone with a sixth sense could tell that they weren’t really down with throuples.

Annie would be so down for a throuple. Need she remind you that Johanna and Finnick are fucking hot.

Annie had no idea what the fuck a man was doing at this concert, but she already knew she was a goner as soon as Johanna offered Annie a vape she procured from her tits. Annie was ready to dive in. 

And she did—kinda. Eventually. The concert venue was crackling with sick beats and (courtesy of Johanna) simmering sexual tension. Hands on hips, bustier against bustier—it was like they’d known each other for a thousand lifetimes (Annie didn’t even know Johanna’s last name). Then the concert ended, and they were walking out together, and that was all the flirting time Johanna needed to convince Annie that they should start locking lips. 

Speaking of locking lips, how come they’re not doing that right now?

Right. Johanna wanted to do something fun. Annie pulls away and gives Johanna her undivided attention. Well—as undivided as it can be with all the pulsing lights and upbeat music and enthusiastic dancing going around all around them. 

“You’re so cuddly,” Johanna says. Annie is suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she’s not even sitting in her bar stool anymore. Oops. She had no idea that she was trying to drape herself over Johanna, so she pulls away. “I think my friend Finnick would really like that.”

My friend Finnick. As if he needed an introduction. That was the guy who was standing by Johanna’s side in line the entire time they were waiting for the concert to start. In an ideal world, Annie would have been sandwiched between their locked lips, but she had to play it cool. Chances are he’s just one of the girls. 

Or maybe not. They looked like they were having a pretty intense argument the moment the concert ended, making pointed gestures at Annie, but Annie’s own friends were pretty good at distracting her from their (hopefully) platonic lovers quarrel. 

Katniss and Peeta tapped out after the first club. Annie kept going, especially when Johanna’s hands kept wandering lower and lower and lower until Finnick stopped shooting her weird-looking glances altogether. 

“Does Finnick like me?” Annie demands, excitement blooming in her chest. That’s so hot. “Like, does he wanna be with me?”

“Probably,” Johanna replies. She fixes Annie with a glare that looks almost wistful, then gives her a hard kiss on the mouth as a parting gift. “I need post-coital cigarettes. Not cuddles.”

“Oh.” She starts nudging Johanna away now, too, because she doesn’t even smoke. “Good thing you figured that out about us. I would’ve never guessed.”

Johanna raises her pierced eyebrows. “Seriously?”

Annie leans back and studies her. She has pink hair that’s molded into spiky tendrils and a glittering constellation of nose piercings. Annie’s eyes flick down to her bustier and leather pants.

“I don’t like making assumptions about people,” Annie says, as if she hadn’t been thinking with her dick the entire time. 

“Get the fuck out of here,” Johanna replies good naturedly, her own lipstick smeared all across the dimples on her cheek. 

Annie stumbles out of her seat. She’s not even drunk. Not since the first club, at least, but they’ve cycled through so many that she finally registers that her feet ache in her stilettos. Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about the psychological repercussions of serving so much cunt all the time?

She starts her search for Finnick. It was harder to pick him out in the first couple clubs—and not just ‘cause Annie was preoccupied with Johanna—but they’ve officially transitioned out of Las Vegas’ queer scene and landed in dudebro territory. Finnick’s dark eyeliner and chipped red nail polish is really starting to stick out in the-only-club-that’s-still-open Nevada. 

Nevada. Road tripping from California with Peeta and Katniss hadn’t been ideal—Peeta’s car was probably never gonna fully recover from this—but desperate times called for desperate measures. Annie would have attended that concert if it was hosted in the middle of the goddamn ocean, wetsuit and chunky goggles and all.

“Finnick!” She finally finds him, and when she does, she does not hesitate to sit down next to him at the booth he’s at. She’s never been very good at figuring out what the fuck a social cue is, but he seems pretty happy to see her, so she takes that as her sign to keep going. “Hi!”

“Hi,” he says, so softly that the music nearly eats his reply whole. His cheeks flush.

He’s pretty. The dark liner dragging across his under eye would look harsh on anyone else, but she’s suddenly obsessed with all this eye contact he’s making with her. His coppery hair drapes over his shoulders, the soft waves curling right over the knot of his Adam’s apple.

Hot. 

Annie already knows so much about him. They spent a lot of time in line together, so she knows when he graduated high school (he’s only one year older, so the age gap won’t be very hard to defend at all) and where he’s from (California, too—good, ‘cause Annie didn’t wanna do long distance) and how he found out about the concert in the first place (Johanna was obsessed with the music first, then he followed in her footsteps, which Annie doesn’t really mind. She’s already compiling a playlist in her head that she thinks he’ll really like).

“Have you heard of this song?” Oh. It’s like he read her mind. He pulls out his phone, shuffling closer to her. Annie knows that he’s getting so close as an excuse to drown out the blaring music. She cuddles even closer, but she doesn’t have an excuse. She just likes cuddling—Johanna clocked that from a mile away.

Finnick does, too. He slides an arm around her waist and she sets her head on his shoulder the entire time they carefully curate playlists for each other. Annie can’t wait to listen to all the stuff he picked out for her on the way home.

“Favorite color?” Finnick asks, after they got all the soul-binding stuff out of the way, but he keeps giggling because Annie finally found the perfect angle to dot kisses to the underside of his chin. “Wait, let me guess,” he adds, and Annie thinks the only reason he even tacked that on in the first place is because he doesn’t want her lips off his skin. 

“Okay. Guess,” she says, punctuating the demand with another kiss.

He takes his time. Annie progresses to the corner of his mouth, but she doesn’t know if they’re ready for that yet, so she focuses her efforts on his cheek. He ducks his head to the side so that they’re looking each other in the face. No one’s ever looked more kissable.

“Blue,” he says. “Your favorite color is blue.”

“Kinda.” Now it’s his turn to start kissing her. He has a lot of skin to choose from—her bustier is teeny—but he keeps it nice and respectful at her jaw. Annie drags him down to her neck, butterflies erupting in her tummy. “Cerulean.”

“That counts. It’s blue.” He’s getting bolder. He crosses over to sternum territory, green eyes flicking up to hers, which would be sexy if it didn’t look like he was being charged with a crime. 

“Kiss me, please.” Maybe he was waiting for a verbal cue. Hot.

That’s apparently all it takes for him to get cocky. He smiles into her skin, lips dragging over her pulse in another hypnotizing kiss. “Don’t you wanna know my favorite color?”

She knows he doesn’t really mean it. She answers him anyway—she was in the mood to be played with.

“Red.” Like the color of his nails. Like the sky before a storm. His grin broadens, so she knows she’s right, but he obviously intends on teasing her. Two can play at this game. “Am I wrong? Maybe Johanna can give me a hint.”

His eyes get as stormy as his nails. He darts up from her chest, so Annie’s hands fly up to his cheeks to meet him in the middle. Their lips tangle together in a messy blur of spit and tongue, trying their best to map each other out. But, when Annie gets acclimated to the touch and heat and feel of him, she gets acclimated. 

So does he. They’re climbing into each other’s bones in no time.

Annie’s on top—on his lap, raking her acrylics through his waves—but she savors the pressure of his ringed fingers on her hips. Hard enough to bruise.

She angles her neck to the side. He gets the hint. She surveys the area while he gets to work, his chapped lips leaving goosebumps on her skin. She feels restless sitting still like this, even with all the friction his patchwork jeans have to offer. 

“Wanna dance?”

Once again, he takes the words straight out of her mouth. Annie leads the way, with Finnick trailing behind her so he can press more kisses to her neck. The intensity and intimacy of it all has her leaning back into him. Her skin tingles where his hands linger—her bustier, her hips, the whale tail peeking out of her skirt, then all the way back to her bustier again, his fingertips whispering all sorts of promises over her skin.

Annie’s never felt so respected. She feels secure, all tucked up between his arms and his lips. They move as one, united in heart and soul.

“Okay, everyone! Get the fuck out!”

The disco lights disappear, replaced by blinding fluorescents. The security guard up front is already ushering people toward the door. Is it seriously 2am already?

Finnick and Annie glance at each other. Lipstick stains on his neck, ring-shaped indents on hers. There’s no questioning who she’s going home with tonight, so she slips her hand into his and fishes her phone out of her purse with the other. Katniss was okay with leaving Annie with Johanna and Finnick under one condition: Annie had to send her frequent updates about her night.

you can’t fuck some rando you just met, Katniss replies, but it’s so much more than that. They weren’t just gonna fuck—they were gonna exchange souls. 

They pass by Johanna on the way out. She’s walking with someone else, a new layer of lipstick slathered over her face. She salutes them both as she and some girl climb into an Uber. 

Finnick and Annie look at each other again. And then they burst out laughing.

Anyway, Finnick isn’t a rando. He’s someone she knows on a personal and metaphorical level. He’s the sugarcubes in her coffee (he likes sweet drinks) and the training wheels on her bike (he never learned how to ride). She knows him more than she knows anyone on earth—including herself.

Annie doesn’t make it very far in her stilettos. They collapse on the curb so she can take a moment to rest. She takes this time to stare at him some more, absolutely in love with the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw.

She has her feet in his lap in no time, his fingers rubbing the tension out of her muscles. She has no idea how it happened, or who initiated the contact—it was as natural as the progression of their relationship. Taking care of each other is second nature by now. 

“I think I have some band aids in here,” he says, scrounging around his pockets. “Johanna’s platforms give her nasty blisters, even if she never says anything about it.”

He carefully smooths out a couple bandaids over the curve of her ankle. She sighs, snuggling into the warmth of his chest. He drapes an arm around her bare shoulders. 

“I left my extra shoes with Peeta. I knew I should have changed into them before he left.”

Finnick has her covered. He carries her around on his back, her strappy shoes dangling from her fingertips. She grins into his neck the entire way to the gas station.

The guy at the cash register throws them a weary look as they buy a bottle of tequila. They also throw in some chips and nacho cheese. All that dancing made Annie hungry. 

There’s a glob of cheese stuck to the corner of Finnick’s mouth. Annie knows her falsies must be horribly crooked by now, so she peels them off. Usually, she thinks littering sucks, but there’s something in the air tonight that’s making her feel silly. 

“Wanna make a wish?” she asks. 

He takes her seriously. He stares at the clump of falsies in her hand for a long moment. He kisses her knuckles, informing her that he made his wish, so she lets the lashes go.

“What’d you wish for?”

“You,” he says. “Can’t get more specific, or else it won’t come true.”

It’s just the right blend of sappy and secretive that makes her heart melt. Loving and being loved has always been an intense, cosmic ordeal for Annie. She’ll never look at the color red the same way, will never pick up black eyeliner without thinking of him first. 

Finnick keeps rubbing over the ring on his finger—the one with the blue, glowing center—and Annie bets it’s because she mentioned it’s her favorite. His cheeks are perpetually rosy pink, even without the tequila. He even stares at her like she’s responsible for the stars aligning. 

“I love you,” he says, as softly as the fingers he has in her hair.

Her breath catches in her throat. He loves her.

“I love you,” she replies. She can’t imagine a time where she didn’t. “You’re not on anything, are you? ‘Cause I’m not.”

He holds up the barely tapped into tequila. Annie shrugs. “That doesn’t count,” she tells him. “I’m on that, too. And I loved you way before.”

He smiles at her. Annie’s never felt prettier. “Okay. If I do something weird, promise you’ll hear me out?”

Annie nods. She’s not even worried.

He nods back, extracting his hands from her hair. His knee suddenly bounces up and down and up and down. “Okay,” he repeats, then unstacks all of his rings so he can slide the blue one off his finger. Annie’s favorite. 

He holds it out to her, the bejeweled part facing her.

“Think of it as a promise,” he says. Annie brushes a stray piece of hair out of his face. “I mean—I can’t stop thinking about how perfectly this fell into place. Even when we go back home, you’re less than an hour away.”

“It’s like we were destined to meet,” Annie agrees. She accepts the ring, slipping it onto her finger. There’s a bit of wiggle room, but that’s perfect for her. She doesn’t like feeling trapped. “I want to get married.”

“So do I,” he replies, almost cautiously. Oh—Annie thinks she finally managed to freak him out. “Should we?”

Or maybe not. Annie smiles at him, suddenly feeling shy. “You don’t mean it.”

He shows her how much he means it. He stands up, offers her his hand, and scoops her right into his arms. She’s in charge of navigation, leading them straight to the nearest chapel. 

“You don’t mean it,” she repeats into his neck, because he can’t. It would be too good to be true. “I’m not dressed for it.”

“Neither am I,” he replies, trying to coax her back out, but she doesn’t budge. He kisses the crown of her head. “We’ll have another one. In California. And we’ll do it exactly the way we want.”

That’s exciting enough that Annie practically leaps out of his arms. They have to sign a whole bunch of papers stating that they’re completely, honestly sober, so Annie flings the tequila into the trash to get rid of any incriminating evidence.

It doesn’t matter how high their blood alcohol content is. Haven’t you heard that drunk actions are just sober thoughts?

A lady waiting behind them clips a veil onto Annie’s head when it’s finally their turn. Annie wasn’t gonna pretend that she wasn’t excited on her wedding day, so she allows herself to stumble a bit as they rush to the altar.

“You’re not gonna,” Annie whispers to him.

He leans over and catches her lips in another kiss. She doesn’t hesitate to drape herself over him. “Watch me,” he whispers back.

Annie does. She doesn’t think she’ll ever stop. She watches him the entire time they’re pronounced husband and wife, she watches him when the guy officiating their wedding tells them to get the fuck outta there (he did not appreciate Finnick launching into some impromptu vows), and she watches him the entire Uber drive over to her hotel.

Peeta and Katniss booked their own separate room, which worked out very well for Annie. They strip all the way down to their rings as soon as they get inside, but not for the reason you might think. Annie always wanted a wedding by the beach, but this landlocked middle-of-fucking nowhere state couldn’t provide that for her. The hotel pool was the next best thing.

Annie throws on her bathing suit. Finnick has to go in his underwear, but they make it work. They splash around and dive under the water again and again and again until Annie feels like she’s being reborn with the fiery intensity of a thousand suns. 

They’re so exhausted when they go back to the room that they only have enough energy to collapse into bed, wet clothes and all. Finnick might be the best cuddler she’s ever seen. 

“I love you,” Annie tells him, because it was hard to stop saying it once she started. She’s consumed by it. 

She doesn’t even feel like she’s married—doesn’t even feel tied down to him, doesn’t feel trapped, doesn’t feel like anyone but herself—which is how she knows that they did it right. Katniss is going to be so happy that Annie exercised enough self control to not fuck him on the spot. 

“I love you,” he replies, already half asleep. Annie wonders if he’ll dream of her.

[rose-pearls]

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend - Part 7

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It isn’t a surprise that she isn’t able to sleep, she hasn’t been able to do so since her games, since Prim died. But still she finds herself trying to fall asleep, her throat still hurts after the altercation with Peeta, and memories resurface. She tries to block them out, they have been appearing again since Peeta and you have come back from the Capitol, and they won’t leave her alone.

--

Leaving the mentor centra, you by her side as you had decided to split up with Haymitch and Peeta. It would’ve been too obvious to leave with them, or with other mentors while the 77th games were still playing on the screen. The both of you had said that you had to go to the toilet and instead of taking the hall left you both took a right, to the landing platform where your escape plan would be.

It had all been going well, too well for her. She should’ve known it wouldn’t go well as the two of you had agreed to be the last ones to leave. Yet the memories still haunt her of that day.

“Hey, stop right there. Where are you going?”, Katniss feels scared, the peacekeeper is looking at them with hard eyes and Katniss tries to think of something.

“We were just going down to the training center, staying on a stool all day long isn’t really ideal for our bodies.”, she hears you say with a sweet smile, and she could’ve been fooled herself by your words if she didn’t know what was happening.

“Really? So not up to the platform where all of the other victors are?”, Katniss felt her body get even more tense at the words, they were done, the capitol seemed to know what was happening.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I understand what you are alluding to. We are just going to do a workout, or do we need permission to do that?”, you still seemed unfazed, but Katniss could see your nervous tick, your hand was trembling just like it had done in the arena. 

“Stop playing your stupid game. Either you come with me willingly or we do it my way.”, the tone in his voice makes Katniss feels sick in the stomach and judging by your look, it seems to be the case for you too.

“I’m sorry.”, the man seems confused before he gets shot incredibly close to his genitals and Katniss feels a hand on her arm, ripping her into action.

“Let’s go!”, she hears you yell and the two of you start to run while the man radio’s for back up.

“Why didn’t you kill him?”, she can’t help but ask as you run through the halls, your feet running as fast as you both can.

“Couldn’t really get myself too, plus he probably has a family.”, Katniss smiles at the words, although the two of you hadn’t really talked after your games or gotten along, she was happy to get to know you better now.

The both of you are getting closer to the final door when a gunshot can be heard, it nearly misses her and before Katniss can say anything you take her on the floor.

“Do you have a weapon on you?”, she shakes her head, she hadn’t thought of that, not in the haze that she had been since Prim.

“Alright, here is the plan.”, they don’t have much time and you quickly get up to shoot at the peacekeeper making him fall on the ground.

“Beetee showed me a map of every possible way to escape or block them if we have an attack. The last resort was here.”, your voice is tense, and Katniss tries to breathe through.

“There is a button here that will make some sort of shield, so that they can’t get through it without a ton of programming.”, Katniss thinks they finally found a solution, but she then sees the sad smile on your face and feels scared.

“One person needs to stay behind to push both buttons that need to be activated for it to block according to plan. One button to make it go down and another one to push when it’s closed to keep it locked.”, she starts to understand what you’re saying, one person needs to stay behind, one of you. Another peacekeeper arrives and you both can hear the steps in the distance of many more.

“What do we do?”, she can’t help but ask and you smile at her reassuringly, just like you had done with Prim when you helped her.

“You continue, I’ll stay here and activate everything, I know how to do it.”, Katniss feels sick at the thought of having to leave you behind, but you don’t give her enough time to think before shooting another peacekeeper and dragging her up from the floor.

“There has to be another way, right? Think of Finnick.”, Katniss urges you and she sees your sadness at the name, filled with guilt.

“Tell him I love him, but I have to do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything!”, Katniss tries to stay calm, but she can’t help but yell, hearing the peacekeepers arrive.

"It's me or you. And in this case, we need you more than me, Mockingjay.”, the words are final, like it’s already been decided before she can even say anything, your eyes are determined, and no fear can be seen in them.

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper, and Katniss doesn’t have the time to say anything before she gets pushed towards the door and you push a button, the first button.

The shield forms himself in front of her and Katniss feels sick, she tries to say something, but you can’t hear anything. A sad smile is on your lips before you turn around and hit the second button and turn towards the upcoming peacekeepers, shooting at them.

Katniss tries to find her balance again, willing her feet and legs to work again, but she feels like they are made of jelly as she opens the door. She doesn’t realize tears are streaming down her face as she looks back towards the closing door. There is smoke on the other side, the only thing she can see is blood, your blood probably.

“Katniss!”, a loud voice yells and she sees Haymitch in the distance, already on the carrier taking them to district thirteen. 

She runs, does it for you so that your sacrifice doesn’t mean anything. Haymitch is looking at her with frantic eyes, looking behind her as if you would magically appear.

“What happened?”, he asks as the door closes behind her.

“Peacekeepers, we couldn’t both get out of there. We needed to activate a shield-”, she tries to let the words out, but she isn’t able to, tears streaming down her face.

Beetee looks at her with understanding eyes before looking at the floor with sadness, the realization of what you just did hits him too.

“She sacrificed herself.”, Beetee says slowly and Katniss nods quietly while Haymitch swears.

“I swear to god, these two are the exact same. Sacrificing themselves as if it would make everything better.”, Katniss feels something cold creep up at the words and she looks around the carrier.

“Where is Peeta?”, she asks, feeling scared of the possible answer and the anxiety builds up in her chest.

“We were together, peacekeepers arrived, and he pushed me out the door before closing it behind him. Sacrificed himself.”, Beetee says, and Katniss feels like she is going to throw up at the words.

“No, no.”, Haymitch tries to reassure her, but she pushes him away.

“No, don’t do this to me, please.”, she whispers and Haymitch whispers apologies as he tries to calm her down, but her sobs get louder and her breathing heavier, feeling like she can’t breathe.

“I can’t lose him too.”, she whispers over and over again while Haymitch tries to calm her down and eventually she feels drowsy, like someone gave her something to sleep.

--

The only thing she remembers afterwards is arriving in district thirteen and having to face Finnick, who at the news fell to his knees looking like he had seen a ghost.

She can still hear his sobs at night, his pleading in Johanna’s arms while she tries to reassure him. She can still see your sad smile as you push the button and your words in her mind.

When you came back it wasn’t easier, or so she had heard. She hadn’t been able to see you after you came back, too busy getting treated for her throat and then having to fly out. Her last altercation with Peeta had broken her down and she didn’t know if she would be able to face you, without any memories of you and her. 

The first time she saw you was in the meeting with Coin when she asked you to do the test, you had looked healthier and Finnick seemed lighter than he had in weeks. 

“Only if Peeta is also allowed.”, had been your final answer and Katniss felt scared at the answer of Coin, not trusting the woman completely.

“That can be arranged.”, the whole room started to disagree, but Katniss looked at your surprised expression, you hadn’t seemed to realize that Coin would be ready to do this.

“He isn’t safe yet.”, she hears Haymitch say, and Coin looks at him with cold eyes that could rival those of Snow.

“He isn’t safe around Katniss, but there isn’t really an issue with other people.”, she says like it’s the simplest thing in the world and Katniss feels sick at her words. 

“He got tortured and you want him back there?”, Haymitch says again, and Coin still looks unbothered.

“We will judge if he is ready for it or not by letting him pass the evaluation. If he passes them then he will be asked to join the squadron assigned to him. If he doesn’t, he stays here until further notice. Just like with her.”, Coin says as she shows you and Katniss wants to throw something at her face, and she can see that you want to do the same thing.

“So, train and get ready you will receive further information on the evaluation during the week.”, she leaves the room, but everyone stays in place, looking at each other.

“This is sick, and I’m the one saying that.”, Johanna says, and everyone agrees at her words.

“Well, we have no choice so we can choose to either stay here and complain or go train and show that tramp who we are. Because she seems to think we won’t pass her evaluation.”, the whole rooms look at you in surprise and after a moment Finnick smiles at you lovingly, like he is seeing you again after a long time.

“And I don’t know about you, but I want to kill that son of a bitch and if passing that test takes us a step closer to it then so be it.”, Johanna snorts and a smirk appears on her lips as she watches you.

“Glad to have you back. Now let’s show them how we do it.”, most of the people cheer in agreement while Haymitch smiles proudly at the girl in front of him, but worry can be seen in his eyes.

“Be careful and stay alive.”, he tells you, and you smile back at him.

“I may not remember a lot and it’s still taking time, but I know that we are a family, and we are doing this together, our way.”

The words bring everyone into action and the group goes towards the training space, Finnick staying close to you making sure the entire time that you are alright. 

Katniss knows that it isn’t the right time to talk about everything, you don’t remember a lot. You are just getting your memories back from the games and she know that Finnick is a priority. But she promises herself that when all of this is done, she would talk to you.

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[morningdawnbreaks]

I wish we knew more about Peeta’s relationship with his brothers. Did they have fun together and joke around? Or did they grow bitter and just look out for themselves in their mother’s wrathful household?

I feel like Peeta was close to his dad. It seems like they share the same kind spirit. My headcanon is that Mr. Mellark pointed out Mr. Everdeen and Katniss to Peeta as he walked him to school because he knows their home life is not the ideal family and he wants to give Peeta an example of a family that truly loves and scarifies things for each other, so that Peeta will know real love does exist even if it’s not what he sees at home.

Mrs Mellark was in Katniss own words a witch. She had no charity for anyone no matter how bad they were suffering. She was physically and emotionally abusive to Peeta and probably her other sons as well. Maybe she saw it as a way to toughen them up and give them an every man for himself outlook on life that might help them if they were ever reaped for the games. I feel like Peeta despite everything really loves her and he does forgive her after his first games.

I wish we knew if any of the Mellarks visited with Peeta in victors village.

Poor Peeta lost his whole family in the bombing but it doesn’t have much of an impact on the readers since we knew so little about them and their relationships with Peeta.

[earth4angels]

okok but what are your ideal placements for your dream man?? and if u had to choose a character that fits those, who would it be?

sorry im an astrology nerd and it made me rlly happy to see u talking about it so I had to chime in

my astrology angels gather around i love it!!

that’s hard! how dare you ask me this oh my god? it would definitely be a piscis or a taurus somewhere in their placements even a capricorn in there. for my character that fits those - huh.. really do find myself leaning towards Peeta from the hunger games, or Jacaerys. but another one… cedric from harry potter

[lord-save-me]

My ideal man to date is literally just Laurie from Little Women, Peeta Mellark or James Potter (mostly fanon)

Yes I kin Amy, Katniss and Regulus, why do you ask?

[mollywog]

✨Sleepover Saturday✨ What's your hot take on if The Hunger Games were rebooted (miniseries, movies, animated series, podcast, etc.)? How would you go about it/how would you change the adaptation?

@thelettersfromnoone !!! Thanks for coming over for

✨Sleepover Saturday✨

I really like the idea of an animated miniseries! Maybe three seasons - one per book? Or at minimum one season - 9 episodes: broken out by the three sections in each book?

Ideally the creative team would be all of us here in THG fandom on Tumblr, but at minimum they could spend some time surfing through THG metas? hahaha

True to the book (aka More Everlark)

More diverse casting - across the board.

I dug up a curiousnonny question, but I really love the idea of flashbacks: specifically a series of flashbacks from District 12 during Johanna’s games (I have this in my drafts to write some day maybe) Use it to get a feel for the Hawthorne and Everdeen dynamics, how the games work (mandatory viewing, the idea of careers, and tribute strategies), and as a bonus - shots of Everlark stealing glances at each other pre 74th hunger games (which is canon)

Other flashbacks - a proper bread scene, kindergarden valley song, anything showing that Peeta has a family, Katniss’s dad moments, etc

I long for the goat man scene as well as Finnick Odair in his underwear (more Finnick overall really)

Idk I’m sure I’m forgetting loads… What are your thoughts?

[mzannthropy]

Peeta was a pacifist and manipulator. He didn't want to fight, and was more willing to adapt to the Capitol. He comes from privilege, he didn't starve, and he worked in a bakery, unlike Gale. Gale fought for an ideal, he wanted to go to war to be free from Snow, and from all oppression. He wanted a better world, and he knew that he would only achieve this through conflict, through revolution. Peeta didn't want any of this. Neither him nor Katiniss. If she had told Peeta to run away with her, he would have said yes. They both don't care about anyone. Katiniss only gets upset with Gale when she finds out that Prim died, she didn't care about the other children. If it wasn't for the stupid romance, gale would have been an interesting character. That's why Joahna is better than Katiniss, she goes against Snow in front of everyone, she had reasons to fight, she lost everyone she loved, and she cared about people. If I were someone watching the games, I would be willing to fight in a revolution led by Johanna.

I still like Gale, it's the author that ruined it with her love triangle. I think he deserved better from the series. I don't mind that Katniss got together with Peeta, I don't even care, but how hard was it for Suzanne to come up with a female character for Gale to end up with? You're a freaking writer, create characters then! And that Gale wants to fight, of course he wants to fight, you're not gonna bring down a regime like the Capitol by playing nice! Extinction Rebellion once tweeted that peaceful revolutions are the way to achieve one's goals and they got piled on for it (sorry I can't provide the tweet, frankly I can't be bothered to look for it, there are several XR accounts and I don't remember the exact wording, just trust me that I don't tell lies). I mean, non-violent revolutions are a thing (I actually lived through one, and remember it, although I was a child--the Velvet Revolution in then-Czechoslovakia) but you can't do that in the world of Panem. Sometimes you have to choose violence. Suffragettes had to resort to it too. And countless others.

I rewatched Rogue One at the weekend and I think they did it much better. I remember when I first saw this film, I messaged my brother, who is a Star Wars fan, that Jyn to me is what Katniss is to most people. She was apathetic in the beginning and was not bothered about the Empire, but did fight for the rebels eventually, and even lost her life for it. And she has a better love interest. And hotter.

I liked Johanna from the start, much like Finnick. There should have been more of her. But then, the story is narrated by Katniss who doesn't give a hoot about anyone but Peeta.

I've never thought of another character being the leader of the revolution, I suppose it could be anyone who cares enough. I prefer my idea of the Mockingjay being a mythical hero, like a mask or a suit that can be worn by more of them. Like an Iron Man suit, you get me.

[sohypothetically]

Post 3: Cookies From Mellark's

It's time for another installment. And boy, is this one a doozy.

So pick up a snack and your beverage of choice, and join me as I revisit the memory of my next fic, Cookies From Mellark's! It's the fic you'll either love or totally despise.

FF.net

A03

This fic was my:

First contemporary AU.

First world building.

First longer fic. (it's about 60K words)

First non-canon fic.

First M for adult content.

First original characters.

First gay couple.

First description of major character death. (Mr. Mellark.)

First description of abuse.

November of 2012 I participated in Nanowrimo. It was a more niche thing then, without all of the fancy trappings (and the side of controversy) that it has today. My hubby, Doc (for those of you who don't know him), participated the year before and has every year since.

Cookies was written during that time. It's not great. But I hit the mark of 50K words, and it's not awful. It definitely moved the bar for me as a writer.

I got a lot of hate about this fic. People hated that Katniss calls Peeta "Peet". People hated that Katniss is awkward, standoffish, and obtuse. The said I wrote Katniss with no agency. I definitely had people say they wanted to toss their laptops on the floor just reading it. People despised what I did to Prim.

I've never deleted it.

I've never re-read it (nor do I ever, ever read the reviews).

Until today.

The good: See the firsts. I'm pretty proud that I finished it. The sense of humor here is fun. The food descriptions are many (although not as many as one of my later fics).

The bads: head jumping, some stilted dialogue. The descriptions of abuse don't thrill me. Katniss is absolutely obtuse, but she was taken mostly from canon. I can easily see how people hated my representation of Prim.

What I wanted was to build on an almost-fairytale beginning. The establishing shot prologue here is supposed to invoke the voiceover bit in stuff like Beauty and the Beast. There's supposed to be this feeling that Del Mar may be present day, but it's still this very idealized view (think A Cinderella story and the like) with archetypes and characters who are placed in a world where things are more black and white. Mrs. Everdeen bails on the girls, Mrs. Mellark is unnecessary harsh. Mr. Mellark dies. Prim idolizes her older sister, but feels a competitiveness (think 10 Things I Hate About You). It's not a happy world.

If you want a taste of this, check below the cut. It's a scene between Peeta and Haymitch and it's pretty funny.

Peet cleared his throat. "Hello, sir. I'm from Mellark's…"

"…Obviously. It says so on your shirt." The man pointed a shaky hand at the logo across the front of Peet's chest.

"I thought I would bring lunch over." Peet held the bags out as an offering and smiled his best customer service smile.

"Well aren't you the boy scout." The man leaned back and took a sip of something that was most definitely not water. He eyed the bags. "What did you bring?"

"Um, turkey and cheese panini, extra mustard, pickle on the side and brownie. A cheese…" Peet stopped as the man held up his hand first to stop him, then to take the bag. He took the bag and ripped it open, then bit into the sandwich.

With his mouth full, then man said, "Have a seat." Peet snuck a look at the door to the repair bays, wondering if Katniss was there.

"You're the youngest Mellark boy. What's your name? Bun, Cupcake, Loaf…" The man took another bite.

'Peeta. Everyone calls me Peet."

"Well, Peeta," He dragged out Peet's name for emphasis, "My name's Haymitch. This here is my place and Katniss is my responsibility. You think you can just waltz in here with sandwiches and I'm going to let you have a go at her? What makes you different than all of the other boys I've seen sniffing around?"

"Sir, I don't want to have a go at her. She's a friend." Peet's clear blue eyes clashed with stormy gray ones.

Haymitch stared at him for a moment, a mustard smear next to his lip. Then, he threw back his head and laughed. "How many times have you practiced that in front of the mirror? Does it work on other girls' parents? No – wait." He held up his hand to stop Peet from defending himself. "If I thought you were serious, I would tell you to get out of here right now - that you don't have the pluck for that firecracker of a girl. Now, try me again. Why are you here?" Haymitch bit into his brownie.

Peet swallowed. He stared past Haymitch to the wall behind him. Finally, he started speaking. "I've liked her for what seems like forever. Recently, she helped me. I mean, really helped me through something rough. I thought that I might be finally catching a break, like she might even be interested in me back. Even if she's not – interested in me, I mean – I'm here to help her through what could be a rough time for her: some of the guys at school, well, they have decided that Katniss deserves their attention. And I don't want her to get hurt like that."

He finally met Haymitch's eyes. Haymitch chewed thoughtfully. When he finished swallowing, he dapped his mouth daintily with a napkin. "I have responsibility for two teenage girls, which is a fate that should not be wished on any man. Katniss, she's especially challenging - if a girl ever needed a date, it's her. She talks about you a fair amount. I have to believe that means something in her girl-head. You seem like a nice guy – you even have a job - which is more than half the kids in this town. At the same time, I have her welfare to think of. You say she's involved in something at school?"

When Peet nodded, Haymitch continued, "As long as you can protect her, you have my support. You come to me if you get in over your head. Understood?

Peet nodded again, unsure what to say to Haymitch's speech.

Haymitch leaned back in his chair again. "And for God's sake, wear a condom!"

[letterstotheflre]

finnick is my ideal man i stg i love him

not only is he beautiful but he’s so caring and gentle?? the way he took care of mags in the arena, the way he tried to help annie after her games and developed the “real/not real” system w her, and the way he protected peeta when he joined their squad in mockingjay 2 and helped him recite the words to his part of the speech 🥺🥺🥺

[an-ungraceful-swan]

the stirrings of a hunger games renaissance are making me reread the series and man. Peeta mellark is such a little shit I would kill for this man. I dont see a single flaw with my twelve year old self going feral over him. I don’t usually go for guys at all ever but Damn. IF IT WERENT FOR THE BABY

So true actually people hate petah for what? He’s 5e ideal man <- is a lesbian