#poor haymitch Abernathy

[izat1melord]

Haymitch after he sees katniss for the first time

Someone clicked copy and paste on him but also made sure to remind him of his dead girlfriend.

[ashyblondwaves]

Peeta smiles at me, sad and mocking. “Okay. Thanks for the tip, sweetheart.” It’s like a slap in the face. His use of Haymitch’s patronizing endearment.

Oh, Katniss (and yes, Peeta too). Girl, if you only knew.

[stabbycat108]

SPOILERS FOR SUNRISE ON THE REAPING!!!

Haymitch’s dad died in a mining accident.

Katniss’ dad died in a mining accident.

…

Haymitch’s mom hunkered down and pulled through despite the loss.

Katniss’ mom shut down completely.

…

….

Haymitch pulled through for Katniss and Peeta when they needed him to. Forced himself to stay sober for those kids.

Suzanne…

Suzanne when I find you.

Edit: also Katniss tried to sell him squirrels at one point.

This poor man-

[moonagedaydreamsofrhiannon]

I truly never in a million years thought that this was possible, but in a shocking turn of events Haymitch Abernathy has managed to officially replace Finnick Odair as my number one, all-time favorite hunger games character, after nearly a decade

[fangirlforlife97]

Unpopular SOTR Opinion:

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

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

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

[effieotto]

So Effie was probably going through nicotine withdrawal during her time in thirteen —since most of us headcanon she was more or less addicted to it—at the same time Haymitch was going through his own process of quit drinking, and that makes me wonder how bad was it? Had their joined struggles created some weird recovering-addicted-bound or it just made their already conflicted feelings even harder to suppress and every single disagreement drove them into jumping in each other’s throats?

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

I'm currently in the process of rewatching The Hunger Games movies, and honestly, I have to be so real "If it weren't for the baby" is my Roman empire. I think about it constantly.

Especially the way they did it in the movie (I'm obsessed with Josh Hutcherson)

THE DELIVERY.

Haymitch's little toast.

The audience SHRIEKING.

Everything about it, I think about it all the time.

[alltheredshirtsaredead]

The worst part about reading sunrise on the reaping is knowing haymich doesn't break the arena and all his loved ones die </3

[sandlemyrandle]

look!!! It’s two of the same books next to each other!

[luneartt]

portia: why are you naked?

effie:

effie: ...i don't have any clothes

portia, opening effie's wardrobe: sure you do. you have this top, this dress, hi haymitch, this skirt...

[retrowitchy]

Concept: evil katniss body double is rescued from the capitol with hijacked Peeta. Evil!Katniss meets real Katniss

loooooooooove this concept. love. thanks for sending this in, this is a great idea!!!!!!

I stare through the glass. I can feel Plutarch breathing down my neck behind me and I know he wants me to say something- so I refuse to say anything.

The person in there. The body, hunched over, cuffed to the bed, dressed in a hospital gown- it is not me. But it is.

I brace my jaw, only just realizing I have been grinding my teeth for the past minute and it hurts. I'm mesmerized by her. Her tangled black hair falls over her face just the way mine does, just the way I hate. Her fingernails are short and cracked. So are mine. I've been biting them raw since I got here. Her eyes, gray like mine- wait, no, they're more brown. So she's not exactly identical. But she's close.

I'm jolted out of my reverie by a hand on my shoulder. I know before even turning around that it's Haymitch, and he is not who I want to talk to right now. I want to talk to Peeta. I need to talk to Peeta.

"Pretty good likeness," is all Haymitch says. I glare at him.

"I want to see Peeta."

"You can't," he says, for the third time since the rescue team got back an hour ago. "We have no idea what Snow did to him. Thanks to Capitol Katniss, here," he throws a hand up to my double behind the glass window, "we know there's a strong chance he's been involved in some hijacking."

I turn all the way to him. "What's that?"

"Something we've been working out for a while now. It's a method of torture Snow likes to use- turning people's memories against them using tracker jacker venom to target their fear systems," Plutarch says. I forgot he was here.

What does that mean? Peeta was tortured? Brainwashed? Mind-controlled? And what does that have to do with her?

Plutarch answers before I can ask. "We think they might have used this Katniss to manipulate Peeta, to rewire his memories to see you as....something else."

"What?" I ask, looking from Plutarch to Haymitch. "Like, convince him that I don't l- that I hate him?"

Plutarch looks at Haymitch. Haymitch sighs.

"To convince him to see you as a threat. An enemy," he says.

An enemy. So this is how Peeta will see me now. Exactly what I saw him as in the beginning of our first Games. The irony is not lost on me. Of course, Snow knew it wouldn't be.

"I want to talk to her."

"I don't think-" Plutarch begins.

"Let her." Haymitch's expression is steely and strange. I wonder if he's ever heard of something like this before and has a bit of sympathy for me, or if he just has the opposite of my best interest at heart.

Plutarch watches both of us carefully for a minute. My face is probably mirroring Haymitch's, stoic and more serious about this than I've been about anything recently.

"Fine," he sighs. "But she's staying cuffed to that bed."

_____

The mechanical, hissing sound of the door locking shut behind me almost makes me jump. But I do not lose my focus on the girl in front of me.

Capitol Katniss, as Haymitch so staunchly put it, is sitting on the bed. As promised, she remains cuffed, but she is sitting up, facing me and meeting my eyes. I hate eye contact, but I'm maintaining it.

"Who are you." The words come out hoarse and my mouth is full of spit. Not as intimidating as I had hoped.

Her expression is unchanging. "Katniss Everdeen," is all she says.

"No, you're not," I say. "You're created by the Capitol. Snow made you. You're not me."

She just tilts her chin up at me. "How do you know you're not the one he made?"

And with this, she has a point. Snow has made me. He has shaped me, created a version of me that I never thought would exist. I have been a tribute, a victor, a wife, a mother, a deranged teenage girl, a leader of revolution. All of these things have been against my will. Maybe Capitol Katniss and I are not so different. But I know that's not what she means.

"You think I'm a mutt?" I ask.

"Can't rule it out."

This shakes me more than I want it to.

"What did you do to Peeta."

She does not tear her eyes away from me, this double of mine. She really can't be me, I think. She is undisturbed by any of this. They got the rasp in her voice right, though.

"I did what had to be done. I showed him the truth.

"What truth? That I'm the enemy? That I'll hurt him?" I blurt out.

"Do you think I'm wrong?" she asks.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. Because I don't think she's wrong.

From the very beginning, I have only brought danger to Peeta. I have only made his life miserable. I have endangered him in the arena. I have been unclear and uncertain about where we stand romantically. I have forced him to pretend to marry me. When I swore to protect him in the Games, he ended up a tortured captive of the Capitol. Every horrible thing that has happened to Peeta has been because of me.

I feel dizzy, and I can feel my breathing starting to get more shallow.

"I don't want to hurt him," is all I can say.

Fake Katniss leans forward. Unnerved. Powerful. Stronger than I ever will be.

"Katniss Everdeen. You are the reason he is here, and you will be the reason he dies. You are the biggest threat that has ever existed to Peeta Mellark," she says.

And with that, I am spiraling, banging on the door to be let out, tumbling outside, running, sobbing into the arms of Haymitch. I am weak. And she is right.

[buttercups-revenge]

Snow’s wackadoo behavior during that (un-fucking-hinged) conversation that he has when he corners Haymitch has me thinking: that type of men are all SO LITTLE.

My notes on that first post are full of how Snow is such a creepy old man, how he’s beefing with teens, how he’s so pathetic for projecting his shit onto other people, how he was too dumb or traumatized to understand that Lucy Gray DID love him, and how he STILL somehow thinks he is the main character, despite the fact that most of the districts don’t venerate him AT ALL.

Dictators who rule using violence and hatred, at the end of the day ARE pathetic. They’re basing their world-shaping decisions on whims and petty feuds and the racist bs that they eat up like candy, and they ARE hung up on old, stupid shit that happened because of their own stupidity. They behave erratically and then IMMEDIATELY pretend that it was on purpose, all part of their grand plan, can’t you see?

and i NEED you to understand that Collins put that scene in there on purpose. Snow is not the cute kind of cringefail.

He is pathetic. He is weak. His decisions aren’t logical or smart, they’re completely biased and seeded with misinterpretations of what happened to him in the past. EVERYTHING he does is to make his own image of power stronger because at the end of the day, he IS just weak and pathetic.

He can trust no one. He views EVERYONE as lesser than him, and yet, at the end of the day, he IS just a deplorable, unloved, racist, hateful wretched man, and who we KNOW FOR A FACT will be remembered as such.

Collins wants you to know this as you look at some of the men in charge today.

DO NOT LET THEM TRICK YOU! They are NOT eternal. They are NOT inevitable. They are NOT STRONGER THAN THE COMMUNITIES WE BUILD AND THE CAUSES WE FIGHT FOR!!!!!!!

They are small, weak, and pathetic in the face of all of our love and community, and someday, the world will look back and remember them as such.

[doreimifasola]

how I feel watching hayffie shippers scramble after the sotr epilogue

[stabbycat108]

So I’m finally at the part of the book where Haymitch actually GETS to the arena.

Uhm…

Suzanne…

Suzanne why?

Suzanne why did you make me care about all those characters when I know they’re all gonna die?

Suzanne wtf?

Nobody has even died yet and I’m already sad.

[risingchaos]

He was sixteen.

Haymitch was sixteen when he first started drinking. In the aftermath, nightmares plagued by fire for bats or butterflies and the blood trying to douse it on the lips of the people he wanted to save, he drinks. Desperate for relief, for either an early grave by bottle rather than his own hand or for his brain to be broken enough that he can’t think anymore, he drinks. Praying to whatever could be out there for a brief respite, to find a rest in either his bed or the dirt, and because every familiar cry that leaves his worn throat goes unanswered by even the mockingjays, he drinks.

Haymitch was sixteen, touted about the Capitol, caged like a tiger and played with like a kitten, ogled at and desired by people who can’t care less about him. He was sixteen, held for hours or days or weeks in a facility, laid bare for onlookers to see, so blinded by pain in every way that all he could hope for was an end. When he knew there wasn’t a way to get out of this ever again, unless more red stained sunrise.

He sixteen. A boy. A child. Who went through what no one should, and blamed for breaking by those who couldn’t have known his story. So he drank in the only solution available to him, lest he break a promise that would shatter his soul along with it. Well, what was left of it, at least.

[flying-ham]

booty shorts with “courtesy of the capitol” written across the ass