ch: effie trinket

Effie Trinket,

The 2017 daily collages are part of fractal project, a year project that try to destroy and create new measures of time taking the personal habits as a periods of time.

We all know the Hayffie kiss was perfect and familiar and didn’t seem like the first time they’ve kissed. So what I want to know is, how did that first kiss happen? Did it start with some petty argument about tributes or outfits or something? I NEED TO KNOW.

At least we have fanfiction.

anonymous asked:

If you could make it work with his character at all, could you fuck me up and write something post mj about haymitch being completely heartbroken over losing Effie

It’s chapter 600! And since it’s crazy, let’s have something equally crazy to go with :p [X}

Heart Beats Still

Medics were running around in the corridors, their resources stretched thin, and Haymitch was vaguely aware of orders being shouted left and right, of statics coming on and off the radios, of celebratory smiles that clashed with grim looks as if people couldn’t decide what they were feeling.

Haymitch hadn’t smiled at all since news of Snow’s surrender had arrived.

His ears were still ringing from the bombing of the City Circle. He had been too far to do anything but too close not to see. Even if hadn’t been in Command… It had been broadcasted live on every screen still working in Panem. The children

He kept on walking, following the dark bulletproof jacket of the soldiers in front of him. Plutarch was talking, going on and on about the assets the soldiers had found in the recess of the prison. Agents of his or influent contacts that might help the rebels secure power more quickly. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He wasn’t hearing a word of what the Head Gamemaker had to say. He hadn’t been hearing a word since he had realized who had really dropped the bombs on the kids.

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Let’s greet a new family member today ;) Let me know your thoughts!

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13. Nineteen Weeks

The puppies were little more than balls of white fur with black eyes and pink tongues. There were five of them left, rolling around in the light coat of snow with the little girl, under the watchful eyes of their mother. For puppies, they were huge, the size of a small dog at least, but that were Samoyeds for you, Haymitch figured.

“Haven’t found anyone to take them yet?” he asked Riley, almost wishing Katniss had caved and had adopted one – even though she claimed Buttercup was enough of a pet for a lifetime.

The old man rubbed the back of his neck and gave the dogs a wince. “Nah. Not many takers. Got a phone call from someone in Seven who would take two but… Can’t keep three of them on my own though.”

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