f-finnick odair is such an underappreciated character who won the hunger games at age 14 was prostituted at age 16 and on top of that he couldn't be with the woman he loved and was reaped for a quarter quell with a woman who was like a mother to him and his friendship with katniss was truly important because he is truly the only one who can understand what she was going through they both felt like they had let down their loved ones down and honestly I hate that the movies cut down so much of their friendship and I hate in general how little we get of finnick odair in general like he deserves better and we deserve better and he's such a kind and selfless soul despite all that he's been through like he literally sacrificed his life for the rebellion so millions of people could be saved and the fact that he went though hell and back just to protect annie is so like he loves her so much and the level of love and intimacy the two share in their relationship is unreal and I'm forever disappointed that we didn't get a lot more of them in the movies because their relationship is so unlike any other relationship I've ever seen and the fact that he didn't even get to see his son or even find out that he was gonna be a father and he didn't get his happy ending with annie which is all he ever wanted and he deserved the freaking world and finnick odair is just really underrated, you feel me?
gif request meme → anonymous asked: the hunger games + favourite romantic relationship “sometimes when i’m alone, i take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.”
It’s like being home again, when they bring in the hopelessly mangled person from the mine explosion, or the woman in her third day of labor, or the famished child struggling against pneumonia… Now is the time to run away into the woods, to hide in the trees until the patient is long gone and in another part of the Seam the hammers make the coffin. But I’m held here… by the same force that holds the loved ones of the dying. How often I’ve seen them, ringed around our kitchen table and I thought, Why don’t they leave? Why do they stay to watch?