#sam abernathy

[everlarkyuri]

haymitch when effie leaves him alone with katniss and peeta

[finnicks-elbow]

au!we don't forget to post again

[billydunneapologist]

girlhood is starting and ending the day reading fanfics ab ur fictional crushes. i swear it’s apart of my routine now.

[stargirliterlude]

I’m loving this new resurgent of the hunger games interest I’m seeing on Tik Tok

[countrymusiclover]

Are You District or Capitol?

Ariyne Abernathy, unknown daughter of Haymitch and Effie Trinket. She manages to stay out the Capitol's grasp until the Quarter Quell. Under President Snow's thumb she feels trapped until she meets Finnick Odair and he becomes her most loyal allie aside from her father.

1 - Unexpected Reaping Day

2 - The Capitol Darling

3 - Looking for an Alliance

4 - Just Ariyne and Finnick

5 - Capitol Interviews

6 - Let the Games Begin

7 - The Games - Day One

8 -

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Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[longitudinalwaveme]

It's been quite a journey, but, at last, the Flash/Hunger Games crossover that no one asked for is complete!

And it is, by far, the longest fanfic I've ever written.

[agir1ukn0w]

I'm sorry but I just do not subscribe to the opinion that the hunger games movies were in any way bad or that they "butchered" the characters or themes that suzanne so meticulously and lovingly created, because a) she was always a constant presence in the creation of those movies and the directors/producers were very respectful and mindful of the differences between her books and what they could actually implement in a visual medium that would make sense and propel the story forward in a way that made sense in their interviews, and b) even though the movies definitely don't show all of the thematic nuances of the books, and although they do gloss over/erase a lot of the ways that the games affect katniss and peeta (namely his disability/her loss of hearing), and while the movies are quite preoccupied with the visual aesthetic and streamlining the story for a wider audience, they do still contain the heart and soul of the books and, to me, the creators seemed fiercely protective of suzanne's core vision. also fuck you they're just amazingly well-shot, well-written, and well-acted films, including the mockingjay movies, and i will die on this hill

[alex1que]

Hunger games edit!! sub to me on youtube if you like it lol.

[districtholland]

happy 10th anniversary to the hunger games: catching fire!

🎵 — "atlas" by coldplay

[everlarkyuri]

why do they look like sims here💀

[mulligans-tavern]

So i was talking with some friends about the new Hunger Games media coming out, and trying to decide who would play Young Haymitch and Middle-Aged President Snow. We tossed around some interesting ideas for Haymitch (Tom Holland, Walker Scobell, Woody Harrelson in a wig) and some... more outlandish ones for Snow (Jon Hamm, Weird Al Yankovic, Lin-Manuel Miranda).

But then I had an epiphany. A middle-aged man who loves fancy suits, somewhere in the midpoint of Tom Blyth and Donald Sutherland, who haunts the nightmares of innocent people and has a thing for Games...

Introducing Sam Reich as Coriolanus Snow, coming next November

[billydunneapologist]

my love language is sending edits and fics to everyone i know, no one is safe from my spamming. you like a character and you reveal that info to me? consider urself spammed buddy.

[always-outlander]

The Outlander 31 Day Challenge: Day 14

Day 14: Favorite 20th century scene

In the books, I always felt like Claire’s relationship with Dr. Joe Abernathy was a sweet and special one, so I was happy when the show depicted the same. Claire was incredibly isolated at this point in her life - in her marriage, in her relationship with Brianna, and always always – away from Jamie. In this scene and so many others, Joe recognizes that in her and provides her the encouragement she needs. He makes her feel confident in herself and her decision making again, and ultimately plays a large roll in Claire’s decision to go back through the stones for Jamie.

It’s a beautiful moment between two colleagues and friends, but more importantly it’s one of the few times while Claire was in the 20th century that as a viewer, we see her receive true support and love from someone around her. Joe is a wonderful friend and character, and I loved each of Wil Johnson’s performances in the show.

[thekingofspin]

just a warning to everyone don't watch your favourite movie/tvshow with your mum because she will notice when your smiling a little too much at a middle aged man.

[countrymusiclover]

1 - Unexpected Reaping Day

Part 2

Are You District or Capitol?

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@agentxx92

Effie rushed after Haymitch in her pink dress and yellow wig. He didn’t want to be around where he moved towards his room, opening the door and finding a little girl laying in her crib at his bedside. “You cannot be serious about this, Haymicth. You aren’t in a proper state to raise a child!”

“Oh and you are Ms, privileged and proper. From my experience the Capital is nothing but people wasting food and finding entertainment in killing. That’s no life for a child.” He stopped in his tracks spinning around on his feet.

She gasped, waving her finger in the drunk victor's face. She would have never imagined that she would get drunk with him one night and conceive a child. “I can give her a good life. And the games are a great honor. The kids get to represent their district. Plus I will ensure that she is a proper lady rather than the daughter of a drunk!”

“She doesn’t need to be proper. She needs a life away from these people. In case you didn’t know I don’t like the Capital. Not after he murdered my girlfriend, my sister and my mother. I refuse to lose the last person I could consider my family!” Haymitch shouted at her before he gently picked up the infant girl in his arms.

He left the room needing to get on the train going home earlier than the peacekeepers. He was twenty four at the time and had watched this year’s tributes die. Meaning he would be going home alone until Effie had presented him with the girl in his arms. “Well I never, I’ll remember this Haymitch Abernathy!” But she didn’t think he would last long being a father.

16 years later

Entering the living room in our house I saw my father sitting down holding a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. His eyes didn’t break away from the tv screen when I sat down on the arm of his chair grasping his hand in mine. I hated watching these announcements since my father had told me that his entire family was killed by the president. “I hate when he makes you leave. Then I am left here by myself for weeks. If I hadn’t accidentally become friends with the Hawthorne family I wouldn’t be able to have food either.”

“I know, princess. I am very sorry about that. But if Snow finds out you exist he will kill you because of my actions years ago.” He muttered, intertwining his freehand with mine. I could only assure that my mother was killed too considering he never talked about her. The only thing we were concerned with was making me a little hiding space inside the house the Capital had given him. That way if peacekeepers came in we prayed that they didn’t find me.

The tv screen flashes on revealing our old president Snow. He stands in front of the capital citizens who were cheering before he spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen. This is the 75th year... of the Hunger Games. It was written in the charter of the games. In every 25 years there will be a Quarter Quell. To keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died. And the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by games... of a special significance. Now on this eve of We celebrate the third Quarter Quell.”

“If he announces that he will be picking more than one tribute everyone will go crazy. I am just thankful they will never call my name.” I scoffed under my breath. Since nobody knew I basically existed my name wasn’t in the drawing bowl for the reapings. I have been safe for sixteen years. I only have two more left than I am too old to enter the games.

My father squeezed his hand in mine feeling me lay my head on his shoulder. My gaze focused on the older man on the screen. “As a reminder. That even the strongest. Cannot overcome. The power of the Capitol. On this the third Quarter Quell game. The male and female tributes. Are to be reaped. From the existing pool of victors. In each district.”

“You son of a bitch. You son of a bitch. We should put your family in the arena and let them die!” I jumped up to my feet shouting at the screen even though he couldn’t hear me. Tears were immediately falling down my face at the horrible memory of my father possibly dying.

My father suddenly screamed, throwing the bottle in his hands, making it shatter when it made contact with the wall. “Argh!…I’m so sorry Ariyne. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to protect you.”

“Dad, don’t do that. Please don’t think that you are going to die. You won once before…you can do it again.” Dropping on my knees in front of him I sniffled through heavy tears trying to remain hopeful for the both of us.

He tilted his head to the side tugging me up until I was sitting on his lap like I did when I was younger. He raised his right hand up pushing my hair from my eyes crying a little himself. “I love you, Ari. Just remember that. No matter what happens I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” I sobbed into his shirt until it was late so I went to bed. It was a few hours later when I walked down the hallway hearing my father talking with Katniss about the games.

“There she is. Finally did the math huh? And you've come to what? Asked me to? Die?” He asked her in a dry tone sitting in his same chair he watched the announcement earlier.

She muttered picking up the bottle off the table while taking a long drink. “I'm here to drink.”

“Finally something I can help you with. What its say that Peeta was here 45 minutes ago begging to save your life and you only just now show up?” He taunted back.

She said back. “It means we have to save him….I’m sorry about Ariyne. She shouldn’t have to watch her only parent go off to die.”

He had told her and Peeta about me when they got back from their year of the games. That is the first time I had seen him put his trust in others. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy. As for my daughter I only wish that she could have a better life than this. Where she didn’t have to hide…but I know Snow wouldn’t let her live.”

“Come on Haymitch nobody decent ever wins the games.” He cut her off short.

“Nobody ever wins the games. Period. There are survivors. There's no winners.” She shrugged her shoulders seeing me peeking my head around the corner without my father knowing.

She begged the man across the table from her. I could see that the love that she had for that boy wasn’t just to survive. “Peeta has to survive. You have to do whatever it takes to save him.”

“Alright if... If they call his name I'll volunteer in his place.  But if they call my name and Peeta volunteers there's nothing I can do.” He sat up in his chair seeing me before I bolted on my heels running back and climbing into my bed. “I think these games are gonna be different.”

The morning of the reaping we had to hurry because there were peacekeepers coming to collect the victor tributs. Pushing one of the couches back I grunted seeing the wooden door and its tiny metal lock at my feet. “Listen to me, Ari. If I don’t come back than you know that I had to go help them. But I love you. I will always love you, my princess.”

“I know, dad. I…love you so much.” Rushing forward I jumped up into his arms where he stumbled backwards a little. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist sitting me down on my feet hitting the wooden floor. “I’m going to miss you so much…”

He brushed my hair behind my ears kissing my forehead before he helped me climb down into the hole. He almost got the door shut until the front door got kicked open and I screamed getting yanked up by some peacekeepers. “No get your hands off her…ugh I’m the one you want!”

“Da - Haymitch!” I caught myself from calling out that he was my father. Trashing against the keepers holding me, one of them pushed me down on the floor grabbing out some handcuffs, shoving my arms behind my back.

The peacekeepers walked my father along with the two others through the crowd and I was forced to follow behind them. Everyone else had their eyes on me since they basically had no clue who I was. Walking up the stairs they pushed me down on my knees in front of the crowd. “My gosh, Ariyne?”

Turning my head around quickly I gave the woman who had spoken up a completely confused look. “How do you know my name?” The woman was none other than Effie Trinket. She was the escort for the tributes that would head to the capital.

“Oh my dear. I would have thought your father would have told you the truth…” She walked over to me eyeing the peacekeepers until they backed away from us. “I’m your mother.”

Hanging my mouth open I felt my eyes welling up with tears so confused at what she just said. Lifting my gaze up to my father he wouldn’t look in my direction. His gaze just remained on the ground. The woman who was claiming to be my mother walked up to her microphone. “Welcome. Welcome. As we celebrate the 75th anniversary and third Quartel Quell of the Hunger Games. As always... Ladies First. The female tribute from District 12 Katniss Everdeen. Wonderful. And now for the men. The male tribute from District 12... Haymitch Abernathe.”

“I volunteer as tribute.” Peeta stepped forward immediately hearing my father’s name. I felt sick to my stomach.

My father grabbed the boy's arm trying to stop him.“I can't let you do that.”

Yet Peeta wasn’t backing down where he stepped up to stand beside Effie. “You can't stop me.Let go. “

“Very well the tributes from District Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. Well all that remains is...Oh no. B-b-but.” She cleared her throat before the peacekeepers came forward grabbing both tributes pulling them away.

“Katniss!” Katniss’s little sister shouted getting held back by peacekeepers on the ground.

Katniss whipped her head around trying to break free but it was no use. “I didn't say goodbye.”

“The plan is straight to the train.” The head peacekeeper declared moving his head back in my direction. “Take her on. The president wants her alive.”

I grunted when two of them grabbed my arms, yanking me up to my feet. Throwing my hair around in a mess in front of my face I called out to my father needing to know what the hell was going on. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Haymitch, what is happening. Haymitch - dad!”

“I don’t know, Ari….let go of her!” He attempted to fight against his own set of peacemakers and dragged him onto the train. They threw me down onto a carpet floor shutting the doors once undoing my handcuffs where I started sobbing in terror.

Comments really appreciated ❤️