#the hugner games

[16th-of-a-twigg]

wip wednesday:)

tagged once again by @liberalk1tsch 🫡 I've been casually working on and off again on a Princess Diaries 3 fic for the last 2 and a half years. Majority of my writing these days has been for my Hugner Games fic - but a random scene for the Princess Diaries fic did pop into my head earlier this week: (While covertly at the beach back home in SF, Mia stops to drink at a beach side shack.)

Coasting her drink Mia watched the ice clink around and briefly looked up when a staff member came over to collect glassware from the table beside her. They locked eyes. Oh shit. “Mia -” Mia abruptly stood up, conscious of how public but sparse the area was. It was close to closing anyway. “Please - stop. Please wait!” Mia shifted as Lana reached out in a pathetic attempt to block her path. The pair of them were hyper aware of the moment. “I won’t make a scene. Please.” Okay, now Mia was confused. A please from The Lana? The girl who made her teen years at school a living hell? She would have gladly enjoyed life remaining blissfully unaware of what present Lana was doing. And the girl also had said she wouldn’t make a scene. This seemed unbelievable. “What do you want Lana?” Mia said with a bite to the edge of her words. “To apologise!” Mia paused. Huh? She watched as the self assured and always correct Lana seemed to falter over her words. At Mia’s silence Lana continued, “I know… I know during school I wasn’t friendly nor kind to you. And I know it must be hard to believe and you don’t have to accept it, but I want to apologise for my behaviour.” She bit her lip and gushed on, “I was jealous and afraid of losing so many things that at the time seemed important. It doesn’t excuse any of my actions but looking back now I’m really ashamed of how I treated you and many others.” Mia looked her up and down and then at the bar of her employment. “Are you saying this because you want something from me?” “No!” Lana exclaimed. “I just.. I want to say I’m very sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” Mia suddenly became conscious of how many potential hiding spots there may be for paparazzi to pounce from. Surely Lana had called them and this was all an act to stall. Lana read her mind, “I haven’t called anyone. No papz.” “Hard to believe.” Lana looked ashamed. “You’re free to go. Just.. I’ll make you a drink tomorrow - on the house! If you get home safe tonight.” “Why wouldn’t I get home safe?” “I meant without a media incident! I swear I haven’t called anyone! It’s just … I’ve seen how they’ve been treating you. It’s unfair…” Mia bit her tongue. Lana would know all about unfair media attention thrown in Mia’s direction - having orchestrated several. Without saying another word, Mia gave her surroundings one last glance before giving a single stiff nod, tugged her cap more securely over her hair and walking off into the street. I'm tagging @reineyday , @imm0rtal-idi0t again 😘😘 (if you want to)

[radiomagdalene]

would you like to talk about cbeeduo aus?

Well. See I read aposematism by ThatWeirdGuyInTheBushes and then reread the hunger games series and then watched the movies and combed through the fan wiki and now I guess I have 3500 words of a cbee Hunger Games au. You have to understand this is a pretty devastating sequence of events for me especially considering it was a school weekend and I had work due but….. hungr gane………..

And listen okay I’ll admit it. I LOVE NUCLEAR WEAPONS! You all know that. And the thing with Hugner Gamm is that every single one of the Capitol’s actions is made with the intention to discourage rebellion - each twist to the games is a symbolic reminder of why resistance is stupid. Right? The first quarter quell is a reminder that the Games only exist because of the Districts’ attempt to defeat the Capitol so they have to vote the contestants in; the second is a reminder that two people will die for every Capitol citizen harmed; so on and so forth.

So prior to the first rebellion, District 13 primarily developed nukes and atomic technology, which made it real fuckin easy for them to say, hey, we want independence. Big war, rebellion, Capitol wins but District 13 is allowed independence, &c. &c. BUT the nukes are still out there.

All I’m saying is I want ctubbo in that fucking arena. And each arena is different so I’ve made it a sort of “doom town” like the Americans used for experiments during the Cold War. Oh yeah baby oh yeah uh huh. Halfway through the games, a nuke is dropped - far enough away to not immediately obliterate anyone, but close enough for a shockwave and heavy fallout and lots and lots of fear.

The Capitol buried a lot of information regarding nuclear weapons following the first rebellion, but I want Tubbo to be from District 3 and, prior to the games, training in digital archiving. I want him to sit there on his government mandated computer at the age of 15 and stare at these ancient videos of nuclear tests and say Wow bro….. that shit’s wickedsick…… And I want him to have a Ranboo for sure and a Michael they’re looking after and in the meantime Tubbo is illegally researching this insane fucking technology that nobody’s ever told him about and in a year he’ll get reaped for the games and he’ll end up stuck in the Capitol equivalent of the Nevada test site and he’ll say Dude….. I love this shit……

Also I made ctommy transgender but that just happens sometimes. She is so beautiful to me

[clatoera]

studied with my ex boyfriend today and he knows abt my hugner games phase bc I watched the movies every night while i studied and he did say “Yeah but you like the bad guys, you like the evil ones” and i did infact say “this is why i broke up with you” (It was actually the ick)

[mbilmey]

Was anyone else severely underwhelmed by hugner games make up? Like hte average high school emo kid wears more make up than that they didn't even try

[rosefyrefyre]

One (Singular Sensation) Chapter 19: The Next Ten Minutes

Excerpt:

“Cashmere Dubois from District One! What a pleasure to see you again, and on your birthday no less. I wanted to be the first to wish one of the most captivating young women I’ve come across a magnificent birthday.” They’re not exactly the same words as her soulmark, but they’re close, and she knows Caesar chose them on purpose.

How can she do anything less? “Why thank you, Caesar. It’s been a truly magnificent birthday so far, and I think tonight will be even better. After all, I’m so honored to be spending my thirty-first birthday getting interviewed by you.” Thirteen years have passed. Thirteen hard terrible years.

But at least she’s had him.

“Trust me,” he says, once again echoing their first meeting, “the honor is all mine.”

She plays up the sexy shtick. While she’s no longer quite so good at sexy-but-innocent -- it’s harder in your thirties when you’re already a known killer -- she’s still good at sexy. Sexy-but-deadly will have to do.

Find it on:

AO3

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[strawwritesfic]

Cato x Female!Tribute!Reader: From Bad to Worse

Summary: Absence makes the heart grow colder.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (AU; AU: Reader replaces Katniss; District 12!Reader; Tribute!Reader; unlikely scenario of characters meeting; set post-Tribute interviews; childhood friends)

Requester: nilla/nilla8594 on Quotev.

Prompt: Reader replaces Katniss as District 12 Tribute; met Cato as a child.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

From Bad to Worse

The Capitol truly was a world apart from the one you knew in District 12. Watching the interviews every year growing up could not fully prepare you for the day you would yourself step inside the glitz and glamour that usually remained trapped within the wonky box inside your living room. Even long after tripping off the stage, lights seemed to pop across your vision; the colors around your head blurred; unfamiliar voices drifted without meaning through you ears, as though they were not speaking in English. Only one thing remained solid and real: your fellow Tribute, Peeta Mellark, helping you to remain standing as he had since the very beginning of your shared ordeal.

At least the cameras were off—the ones that played your life for everyone in Panem to see—so that the viewers at home would not yet be able to make out what an enormous liability you were. Not yet! The thought burst as a bubbling half-sob, half-laugh from your lips. As though you could continue pretending after that fiasco back there. Cinna had done his best. Yours and Peeta’s entrance could not have gone better. Too bad you’d shed all that good will the moment Caesar Flickerman got you on your own.

His questions were bad enough. Why had he chosen to remind you that a girl from your kind of family (even if that family was from your little Podunk district) should never have found herself in your place? No trouble made with the Peacekeepers; no need to take out a tesserae; no loved one on the chopping block. Your name had only been entered for your birthdays. Nothing less. Nothing more. You thought it was his job to make you look good, not coax you into crying in front of the entire country!

But even that you thought you could have managed if tonight you hadn’t seen him.

“[Name]. We’re here.”

Peeta’s voice hardly made a dent in your fugue state. Only his releasing you just enough to cause you to teeter allowed you to wake up. You stumbled; he made a grab for you. Once more you felt a rush of gratitude. Thank God a bunch of children getting onto lifts to their separate floors of the facility was not interesting enough to require a live feed. Your opponents still took note of your behavior as they milled around the area or marched into one of the waiting elevators…or maybe they did not either. After that disaster of an introduction, you highly doubted anyone had marked you as a threat. A few eyes flashed in your direction when you clung to Peeta for dear life. Someone snickered. Anything worse wasn’t allowed.

“Come on. Let’s get you upstairs—”

Your sudden reluctance to follow him cut him off. There sat your lift, waiting to take you up to temporary safety, but all of a sudden it looked to you like a gaping maw. You carefully pulled free of Peeta’s grip.

“You go on ahead,” you said with a shake of your head.

“What do you mean? I can’t just leave you down here!”

He had a right to sound exasperated—though keeping your argument quiet leeched some of the heat from his voice. You’d already put him through too much. Following him back upstairs to get screamed at by Haymitch was the right thing to do. Maybe that was the problem: You were tired of trying to do the right thing. If Peeta’s softened expression was anything to go by, he seemed to be able to read your mind.

“It won’t be that bad,” he said.

“Oh, sure. Haymitch already knew I was going to screw everything up! How bad could it be after I proved him right?”

“You were hardly the worst one out there.”

You tried to snort, but were too hysteric for the sarcasm to take hold.

Sighing, Peeta looked around. There weren’t very many Tributes left in the foyer. Why would any of them linger? No one had to make an attempt to know that escape would be impossible even in the rare moments the Gamemakers pretended to leave you all alone. Then his blue eyes settled once more on your face before he asked:

“How long do you need?”

The opportunity was too good for you to do anything other than jump at it. “Just a few minutes.”

“And what do you plan to do with those minutes?”

“Pull myself together. Please, Peeta. I’ll be up in the next elevator, promise! Don’t make me face Haymitch and Effie yet.”

Whether it was the hoarse edge to your voice or your already ruined makeup, something about your pleading convinced him. Peeta nodded once, patted you awkwardly on your shoulder, and went over to the open elevator waiting nearby. Before the doors closed, he looked one last time at you.

“I’ll see if I can talk him down,” he said, “but you better be up on the next one. Be careful.”

Any assurances you might have made were swallowed by the lift shutting over Peeta’s face. His warning did not seem entirely necessary, either. Many of the other Tributes had made their way to their own floors by then—many, you realized, but not all. One open lift remained, and through its open doors issued laughter occasionally cut across by attempts to convince the only waiting couple to hurry to join the revelers.

The girl seemed eager enough. She was smaller, with dark hair pulled up into a perfect bun. Her dress left her shoulders bare and was an even more vibrant orange than the boy’s hair. He towered above her. His team had put him in a suit that made him look more intimidating than ever—and he’d already looked pretty intimidating in all the reels you’d been forced to see of your fellow Tributes leading up to that night. Fear, however, was not what caused you to feel as though someone (perhaps the girl; Clove, if you remembered correctly) had punched you in the stomach.

“Come on, Cato!” She tugged on his wrist to no avail. “We don’t want to get left behind.”

“Yeah, Cato. Think we’d let you have Clove all to yourself?” called a male voice from the elevator.

A chorus of giggling accompanied this statement. Their gaiety forced a shiver up your spine. That lift was filled with Careers, and you’d just elected to stay here without Peeta to serve as even a distraction. The smart thing to do would have been to call another lift and get out of there before you caught any of their eyes. Then again, when had you ever been smart? You couldn’t keep your eyes off Cato, let alone consider leaving his presence.

He grinned at his temporary friends as he shook Clove’s hand off of him. “I don’t know. Looks pretty full in there already.”

“For you? We’ll make room,” said one of the girls.

“Be careful, Glimmer! No bloodshed before we get to the Arena, remember?” said another.

“Don’t worry, Cato. I don’t bite. Much.”

How they could all be so jovial was beyond you. Everything about the Career Tributes was. With you looking on, Cato gave Clove a little shove toward the lift.

“You go on,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you right away.”

All she had time for was a suspicious look back at him before a host of arms extended from the elevator and dragged her inside.

“We’ll keep her warm for you,” said the first boy.

“Hey, you do what you want. It’ll be awfully hard for you to win if you make her cut your hands off before we even get to training.”

Everyone laughed again, even Clove. Then the doors slid quietly over all their perfect faces, silencing the Careers just as they had silenced Peeta. Up the group glided, up and up and up, and when it finally disappeared entirely from your view, you realized you were all alone.

All alone. With him. With Cato Hadley. The last person in the entire world you’d ever thought you would see again.

You sucked in a breath before you rushed over to your elevator. District 12—as you had been reminded of that night—might not have had much, but even it had an elevator. Unfortunately, it had no elevators like these. No call button existed for you to bring yours down. Of course. Why give any of you the option of lingering anywhere you might do something the Gamemakers hadn’t planned? A sudden icy terror washed over you with a single thought: What if they never sent another down lift to get you again? What were their other options? Could they truly kill or main you before you ever set foot inside their Arena?

“So it was you. I really hope it wouldn’t be.”

A single voice broke through the shell of panic forming around your mind. It was soft, familiar—not a Peacekeeper, then, or whatever they had in the Capitol. You risked a look at the only person that the voice could belong to and found that Cato’s face was not even angled in your direction. He had slipped his large, square hands into the pockets of his suit jacket, looking for all the world as though you were of as much to concern to him as one of Effie’s horrendous wigs.

Which, of course, you were. If you had proven one thing during your interview, it was that no one had any reason to count you as a serious competitor here. The weak, weepy girl from District 12 could only hope her counterpart would carry her through those first few days just as he had helped carry her off the stage into this lobby.

“When I heard the name of the girl from District 12,” the voice went on, “I thought it couldn’t be. No way. They don’t have volunteers there, and, well, why would you volunteer? You never would.”

His lips barely moved as he spoke this second time. It hit you then that he was trying to fool the cameras sure to be trained on this very spot. Though the Tributes piling into lifts could hardly be interesting enough for broadcast, of course someone in the Capitol was still watching your every move. Haymitch had often called you slow on the uptake since your Reaping, but never had you felt it more accurate than you did in that moment.

You snapped to attention with your eyes trained on the doors in front of you. Blink, you told yourself as you stared straight ahead. It was hard to look natural, though, when so much of your brainpower remained focused on the boy to your left.

“What do you mean, I’d never volunteer?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as low as his.

“There are no volunteers in Districts like yours,” he answered.

“Just because we don’t get the same preferential treatment that you—”

“Besides, you never struck me as the kind of girl to want to be here either.”

“Maybe I’ve changed.”

“No.” You thought you saw, out of the corner of your eye, Cato risk a glance over at you. “You haven’t changed one bit. Still a big crybaby, for one thing.”

You felt color rise in your cheeks. “How do you know? I might just be camera shy. Maybe I’ve learned a thing or two since we saw each other last.”

“Learning’s got nothing to do with it. You’re too soft. Always have been. I never forgot you, District 12 Girl.”

Your throat burned with unshed tears. This time, you were determined to keep them inside where they belonged. You could only hope that anyone observing this scene would assume your burning face had more to do with fear than anything else. That would make the most sense. Of course the unprepared, unwanted Tribute from District 12 would be terrified at finding herself trapped alone and unguarded with the brute from District 2.

“I’m surprised you found me memorable at all,” you said huskily.

“It’s kind of hard to forget a girl you never should have met.”

He was right: Your knowledge of each other was fluke. A few twists of fate long ago had been all it took to put you in this horrible position. If Cato had not been the child of some prominent family in his District and you the same in yours; if his father had not had some government-sanctioned reason to travel all the way to speak with yours; if you had not disobeyed…well, you and Cato would have met as strangers now as always was intended.

The day had been an oppressively hot one in the middle of summer. You had no classes and no reason whatsoever to leave the relative safety of your home. For days, you had known someone from one of the Career Districts would be visiting. He and his son arrived early that morning. All you caught of the latter was a brief look at his face before your father shoved you back inside with a warning to stay away from all foreign parties.

At seven years old, how could you have been expected to follow such an order? Peacekeepers were typically the only outsiders you had the opportunity to see. Cato got stuck out in the yard—probably to prevent further interaction between the two of you while your fathers holed themselves up in the only other room of your house. You remembered clearly staring at him from the front window for most of the day. The scowling boy could not have been much older than you, and he looked so miserable sitting there by himself. Things were so much worse there that you tried to tell yourself the boy only looked that way because he was stewing over how much better things were where he came from.

Telling yourself that could not staunch your curiosity entirely. Your mother urged you into the kitchen to help with lunch, but every time her back turned you crept back to your station to watch the boy. Eventually you could stand it no longer. Peacekeepers and their punishments seemed so unimportant in comparison to the expression on Cato’s face. Before you could be called again to the stove, you pushed out the front door and into the heat. His eyes fell immediately upon you.

“Hi!” you’d said. “My name’s [Name]. What’s yours?”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay out of my way.”

The boy in your memory did not say that. No, it was the present-day Cato, the taller one, the muscular one, the one that could snap your neck as easily as look at you. You started at his voice, then wondered if it wouldn’t be so bad if he did kill you right then and there. Peeta might have had a fighting chance if he didn’t have you to look after. Cato wouldn’t, though. Not now. Not when it would ruin his chances, too.

“You’ve told me that before,” you whispered.

“Now I mean it,” he said stonily. “This isn’t sneaking around while our dads are busy. This is war—and I’m going to be the one to win it.”

Of course he was. There had never been a doubt in your mind. Only Thresh could compare to Cato physically, and what good would that bulk do him up against a Career? Even on that afternoon the two of you had spent together as children, Cato had made it clear that one day he would win these Games. You just hadn’t planned to be going up against him.

Pursing your lips together made your mouth tremble harder than ever. When you finally found your voice again, it was shaking: “I don’t want you to have to kill me.”

Just then, the light above Cato’s doors flashed on. The elevator opened up again. He stepped inside. His eyes found yours for one brief moment—the same eyes that you had gazed into with such adoration when you had only been a child. If you hadn’t changed, neither had he.

“Then you know what to do,” he said.

He wasn’t warning you. He was begging. No sooner had the words left his mouth than did the lift usher him up and out of your sight. The next time you saw each other, it would be as competitors once more. No more crying. No more soft words. No more children playing together without knowing how many laws doing so broke. Just two bloodthirsty rivals, each hoping against hope to outlast the other. You boarded your own elevator minutes later. Nothing Haymitch said now could make you feel any worse than you already did.

[bandathebillie]

when your friend is working at the cinema and she wants to send you their leftover Hunger Games merch

[perditus-a]

“ What is this OBSESSION with burning me lately-”

[hiddenwashington]

fc suggestions for Primrose Everdeen?

hey angel, i am going to link you to a list right here that has some suggestions for her that fit with our katniss’ ethnicity!!

[ellcrys]

so last night i had this piece of trailer music stuck in my head and for the LIFE of me i couldn’t figure out what fucking movie the trailer music was from

i must have watched like 10 trailers before i gave up

and then last night at like 2:45am bc i’m an idiot and i don’t sleep, i bolted out of bed like THE FUCKING HUGNER GAMES

anyways the piece of trailer music i had stuck in my head was from the hunger games trailer

[conneko]

hi i just recently read your rk1k hunger games ficlets and i absolutely LOVED them! are you planning to write a full hunger games fic? its ok if youre not, i was just wondering

hello!! thank you for sending me a message!! yes I am writing a full hugner games fic!!! although not too long, something under 20k for my mimorugk and magickitt. It’ll be a much happier ending than the ficlet where they die ofc alkdajlkdjfjl but yes hopefully i’ll be able to finish it and post it soon so watch this space!

[codesneezes]

hello

[pawprinterfanfic]

Are you a reader for my fanfic “Simple Pleasures”? if not, you totally should be because i love writing it and it’s bellarke in the hugner games au (AO3)

If you are, I plan to start posting parts of the chapters on my Tumblr!! I will be doing this for all previously posted chapters within the next week, plus continue to do so when new chapters are ready!

If you want to be tagged when new chapters of “Simple Pleasures” are posted, let me know!

I honestly didn’t know people were interested in this! Some very kind person asked me for this today, so I decided I should join the Tumblr trend and start.

Tagging a few readers (I have you all tentatively listed for tagging when i update; let me know you don’t want to be tagged!): @blodkru @catastrophic-chloe @nymini

[paranormalglass]

JSUT REMEMBERDE HUGNER GAMES SIM IS A THING HOL ON

[bandathebillie]

Pick out your favorite PJ's and grab a ticket to a special event featuring your favorite starlet at the Frazier Museum.

Fans of Louisville's Jennifer Lawrence and her Hunger Games franchise are invited to the Power of One Pajama Party.

The once in a lifetime event will be held on the evening of Thursday, July 13 at the Frazier History Museum to support the Jennifer Lawrence Foundation and its mission to promote arts awareness and positively impact the lives of young people, artists and the organizations that serve them.

Families will have exclusive after-hours access to the Frazier Museum Hunger Games exhibit and take part in activities such as stunt choreography, archery, special effects make-up and cake decorating for Peeta’s bakery. Guest will also get to watch a screening of "The Hunger Games," the film that started it all.

[the-real-truth-of-our-world]

SHIT SO OKAY IM JUST READING HOMESTUCK AND THEY GET ONTO APPLES AND ALL THIS SYMBOLISM SHIT AND NEUTON AND ADAM AND EVE AND ALL THAT AND HOW ITS ALL ABOUT APPLES AND THEN IM TALKING ABOUT HUGNER GAMES SINCE ITS ON AND HOW THEY TOOK OUT THE ROOF AND APPLE SCENE AND THEN THE APPLE SCENE IN SNK CROSSES THROUGH MY HEAD THEN DEATH NOTE AND THEN ALL THESE OTHER APPLE REFERENCES JUST KEPT GOING THROUGH MY HEAD AND I HAD A SUDDEN LIFE REALIZATION!!!!! THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND APPLES!!!! LIKE THINK THE MOST POPULAR AND LEADING COMPANY IS CALLED APPLE!!!!!!!!! FROM THE START OF TIME LIFE HAS BEEN ABOUT DAMN APPLES!!!! AND COME ON ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO HATE APPLE JUICEE!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING HERE I KNOW WHAT LIFE IS NOW! AN APPLE! APPLELIFE LIFELIFE LIFE APPLES!!!!!!! SCHOOL - APPLES!!!!!!!!! WORK - APPLES!!!!!!!! AND LIKE IF YOU GO TO A MUSEUM THERES AN APPLE IN ALMOST EVERY PAINTING! LIKE IF IT AINT JUST A PERSON I GURARANTEE YOU THERES A 99.9% CHANCE THERES AN APPLE SOMEWHERE IN THERE! FORGET THE FUCKING ILLUMANATI ITS APPLES COMTR OMFG VICK!!!!!!!!!!!!! APPLES ARE THE ILLUMINATI ARENT HTEY!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE THE ILLUMANATI IS JUST A DECOY TO THE REAL THRUTH WHICH IS APPLES!!!!!! APPLES ARE REALLY BEHIND ILLUMANATI AND ALL THAT SHI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE SHIT HAVE YOU EVER GONA A FULL DAY WITHOUT EVEN SEEING AN APPLE ONCE!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT MAY NOT HAVE CROSSED YOUR MIND BUT YOU CAN BET YOUR ASS THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY AN APPLE!!!!!!!!!! OMG EVEN DOCTOR WHO IS PART OF THE APPLEATI!!!!!!!! (ILLUMINATI + APPLE = APPLEATI!!! EVEN THO APPLES ARE THE ILLUMINATI!!) LIKE HOELY SHIT WHAT M,ORE POPULAR THAN FUCKIEN APPLE SHIT NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ITD BE BULL TO EVEN THINK SO!!!!!!!! LIKE YOUD KNOW YOUF BE LYIN TO URSLELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST THINK ABOUT IT MAN IM TOTALLY FUCKING RIGHT AND IF THE APLE MENT OR GOVERNAMENT RLLY AS THEY LIKEK TO HAVE US BELIEVE EVER FINDS OUT I KNOW IM SO FUCKING DEAD SO IF I GO MISSING U KNOW THE APPLEMENT OR RLLY APLLEATI IS BEHIND IT AND I AM TOTALLY FREKIN RIGHT. BUT YEAH IM TOTALLY RIGHT BOUT THIS SHIT APPLES ARE THE FUCKING UNIVERSEW I BET IF THEY EVER FIGURE OUT WHAT THE UNIVERSE IS SHAPED LIKFE THEY GONNA SEE A GODDAMN APPLE SHAPE!!!!!!!! AND EVEN IF THERE AINT A APPLE THERES A FREAKING REFERNCE OR SOMETHIN THAT MAKES U THINK APPLE SUBCONCIOUSLY IN DA BACK OF UR HEAD LIKE HMMMM RED APPLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! YKNOW WHAT IM GETTIN AT???????? LIKE YO APPLES ARE LIFE!!!!! I MEAN WHAT DO STORES ALWAYS HAVE AN UNLIMITED SUPPLY OF?????????? APPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ANOTHER THING I JSUT NOTICED WATHCING HUNGER GAMES THE THING OIUNTMENT THING THAST KATNISS GETS FOR HER LEG IT KINFDA LOOKS LIKE APPLE SAUCE!!!!!! BUT A LIL LESS CHUNKY ALTHO I HAVE HAS APPLE SAUCE THAT LOKS EXACTLY LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!! AND WHY IS APPLESAUCE SO POPLAR?????? BC ITS A FIICKING APPLES@@@@@@ LIKE EVEN THE NAME THEY GIVE APPLES IS ALL LIKE FOND MEMORIESSSSS AND MMMMMMMMM APPLES!!!!!!! LIKE GRANNY SMITH???? OH GRANDMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! GOLDEN DELICIOUS ?????? GOLDEN DELICIOUS BOTH ARE LIKE MMMMMMM YEAH I WANT ME SOME OF THAT!!! MM YEAH!! GEMME SOME A DAT SHIT1!!!!! RED DELICIOUS????? WHO DOESNT WANT A NICE RED(LIKE HOW MUCH MORE FUCKING REFD IN LIFE DO WE NEED HOLY CERAP THAT GOTTA BE PART OF APPLEATI !!!!!!!!!) DELICIOUS APPLE!!!!!!!! AND LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN SOME OF DOSE APPLES OUT THERE THEY FREAKING GORGEOUS LOOKING!!!!!!!!!! LIKE HOT DAMN THATS A NICE LOOKING APPLE!!!! OH OH OH THEN THERES NEW YORK!!!!!! D SINGLE MOST FAMOUS CITY EVER!!!!!!!! ITS MOST FAMOUS NICKNAME "THE BIG APPLE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! COINKY DINKS!!!!!!! I THINKS NOT!!!!!!!!!! NU UHHHHHHHH NOPE!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS ON PURPOISE FROM THE APPLEATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ThIs Is A fUcKiNg ThINg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A CLIP FROM GOOGLING APPLE "The apple tree is a deciduous tree in the rose family best known for its sweet, pomaceous fruit, the apple" SWEET . PROMACEOUS. HMMMMMMMMMM AND OH LOOKSY A THAT ITS IN THE ROSE FAMILY!!!!!!!! THE MOST FAMOUS FLOWER CAUSE SHIT ITS THE MOST ROMANTIC FLOWER AND HUMANITY LIVES OFF ROMANCE AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS APPLES ARE PART OF THAT FAMILY SO DEFINITELY NOT ANOTHER COINKY DINK!!!!!!!! THIS IS ALL PROVING MY SHIITING POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!OH AND AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY?!?!?!?!? YEAH EAT AN APPLE A DAY AND YOU WONT GET ILL!!!!!!!!!! BULLSHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT APPLESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AREEEEEEEEEEEEEE COMTROLLINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG PEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BACK TA HUNGA GAMES!!!!!!!!! HUNGER - APPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK NO MY REAL POINT! HOW DOES KATNISS BLOW UP ALL THE SHIT IN THE FIRST BOOK/MOVIE?!?!??!?!?!?! BY USING A FUCKEN BAG OF ______________!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GUESSED IT!!!!!!!! MOTHERFUCKING APPLES. AN SHIT HOW MANY APPLE PROVERBS AND WHATCHA MA CALL ITS UH METAPHORS IS THERE???????? IN THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE???? WTF!!!!!!!!!! ADAMS APPLE!!!!!!!!!!! AND WHY DO YOU BOB FOR APPLES???????? SHIT EVEN TWILIGHT IT HAD A FUCKING APPLE ON THE COVER AND ADVENTURE TIME MARCELINE EVERYONES FAV LEZ VAMPIRE SHOW FINN AND JAKE HER VAMPY SUCKY POWERS BY SUCKING THE COLOUR FROM AN APPLE!!!!! AND WHY DO YOU PUT AN APPLE ON SOMEONES HEAD THAN SHOOT IT WITH AN ARROW OMF IN VAMPIRE SHIFT THE VAMPYRUS WAS EATIN A FUCKEN APPLE WHEN YA FIRST MEET THAT HOT PIECE OF ASS AND WHY ARE APPLES IN SO MUCH DEEP AND ARTSY SHIT LIKE DEPRESSED ART ---- LOOK A FUCKING APPKLE!!!! AND WHATS WITH THE GIRLS ARE LIKE APPLES THING??? LIKE WTF IS THAT ALL ABOUT?@?@?@?@ OMFG IM GOIN BACK TO VAMPIRES WHAT VAMPIRE SHIT DOESNT HAVW SOEMTHING TO DO WITH AN APPPLE TBH IDK WHAT KIND OF VAMPIRE SHIT IVE SEEN OVER THE YEARS BUT HALF OF IT THEY HAVE AN APPLE LIKE 'MMMMMMM YEAH LOOK AT DIS SWEET FUCKEN APPLE IM FONDLING MMMMMM YEAHHHHH' AND IN THE BIBLE WHY THE APPLE THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT LIKE WTF WHY IT SO FORBIDDEN????????? AND OMF WHY IF FOOD IS BEING INVOLD=VED IN A RIGHT BEOFRE THE SEX OR VERY SEXY SCENCE OR SHIT LIKE THAT IS IT ALWAYS AN APPLE BEING INVOLVED LIEK 'YASSSSSSSSSSS WATCH ME ''SENSUALLY'' BITE IN TO APPLE SUPER SEXAY LIKE MMMMMMMMM YA U LIKE DAT DONTCHU MMMMMM YAAAAA' LIKE WTF???????? AND AGAIN TO TWILIGHT THE APPLE SCENCE AND OMF SNK THAT APPLE SCENE UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO FUCEN SEXUAL OMFG EVEN I COULD SENSE THE SEXUAL TENSION IN THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!!! AND OH SWITCHED AT BIRTH DID SHIT LIKE THAT THE SENSUALLY EATING A MITHER DUCKENING APPLE LIKE OHHHHH YEAHHHHHH UR TOTALLY GETTING OFF ON THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE ARENT YA ????@?@?@?@?@ MMMMM YA U ARE WAHCT ME BITE THSI FUCKEN APPLE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!1 BACK TO HUNGER GAMES ACTUAKKY THE ROOF SCENE! U KNOW WHAT THEY GOT WIT THEM??? A FUCKEN APPLE!!!!!!!!!! THEY BE FUCKEN AROUND WIT AN APPLE UP THERE AND THAT SCENE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND SHIT CAUSE ITS LIKE WHRE THEY FUCKING FINALISE THERE LOVE FOR EAVHOTHER AND LIKE FUCK WE RLLY DO LOBE EAVHOTERH HUH????? ON THAT ROOF WUTH THAT APLPLE!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WHNE THEY REALIXE THAT SHIT!!!!!!! YOU HEARIN ME?!!??@?@ SHIT LET NOT FFORGT THAT CELEBRITY THAT CALLED THE KID-I THINK THEIR DAUGHTER??APPLE!!!!!! AND MUFFA FUCKING DISNEY MAN! OH MY FUCK DISNEY!!!!!! LIKE ALL THE MOST POPULAR AND MOST LOVED DISNEY GOT APPLES IN THE,!!!!! LOOK AT SNOW WHITE OMGDFG AMD WHY ARE VENDING MACHINES ALWAYS STALKED FULL PF APPLE JUICE YET EVERYONE ALWAYS HAS APPLE JUICE LIKE WTF APPLEEEEEEEEEEEE