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I didn’t even know Madge knew Gale,” says Peeta.We used to sell her strawberries,” I say almost angrily. What am I angry about, though? Not that she has brought the medicine, surely.

She must have quite a taste for them,” says Haymitch.That’s what nettles me. It’s the implication that there’s something going on between Gale and Madge. And I don’t like it.

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I’m fine,” he emphasized. He wasn’t worried about himself. She’d been out for days, in and out of surgery. They’d told him specifically what was wrong but he didn’t care about the specifics, he just wanted to know that she’d be okay.

He’d gone through the situation constantly and the rage he had for the capital heightened but there was moments where his own guilt went through his bones. He was close, too close to losing Madge. He’d made an assumption her house wouldn’t get hit. But it was. She was outside her home but still got blasted. If he hadn’t gone back, she wouldn’t have made it.

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TRIBUTES OF DISTRICT 12. 

Trying to give good imagery for several characters from the books we never get to meet in the films. So, from Left to Right; 

Rory Hawthorne, Gale Hawthore, Primrose Everdeen (Accompanied by Lady & Buttercup), Leevy Johnson, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Delly Cartwright, Middle brother Mellark (Unnamed in the books), and Madge Undersee. 

I really tried to not let this sketch spiral out of control (Because, oh, it could have spiraled so far…) But this is def. part 1 in a series. 

Kudos to the many fanfic authors out there, who have written the smaller characters into their series, and helped give me a good visual to work with. 

And thanks to whiskeysnarker, who was the equivalent of a beta while I worked on this. ^^ 

Looking at myself in the mirror

I am shipper trash.

That is okay.

So what if I have no social life.

So what if others judge me for my ship.

The feels are enough for me.

My babies are enough for me.

This ship brings me so much happiness but so much pain.

Yet I am fulfilled.

I am shipper trash, and I love it.

So i've switched blogs so PLEASE LIKE IF YOU POST

HANNIBAL

SHERLOCK

SPN

ORPHAN BLACK

MARVEL

JENNIFER LAWRENCE

ELEMENTRY

THE AVENGERS

THE HUNGER GAMES

CASTLE

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

CASKETT

EVERLARK

GADGE

DESTIEL

FAKING IT

KARMY

COPHINE

AND I WILL FOLLOW ALL OF YOU!!!

Love In Panem Presents: Valentine’s Day Challenge

Love is central to The Hunger Games. Every one of the characters we’ve come to know are motivated in some way by love, whether they are fighting for love, actively seeking love or running away from love.

For this challenge, we invite you to express the theme of love in anyway you like, in any medium you like, with any pairing you like.  This includes writing, gif sets, drawings and digital art.  Express the way your characters love in the medium that works for you.

We will be accepting submissions starting February 1st to post on our blog for the weekend of Valentine’s Day, February 12-14th. If you post before or wish to leave your fanwork on your blog, simply tag us with Love in Panem and we will reblog your work.

Let’s celebrate love in all it’s forms in the land of Panem!

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So - It started with the Prompts in Panem piece (And then I thought about all the ships that get no love this time of year), and it kept going, and going and going… 

These are all available in my Etsy shop through the holidays. No shipping will be happening until after christmas tho. But Happy Holidays to all the shippers of the smaller ships in Hunger Games!

Bros Before Ho!Ho!Hos

Summary: Finnick, Peeta, and Gale attend Thom and Delly’s annual New Year’s Eve bash in the hopes of sending the year out with a bang. 

A/N: Rated E for explicit language and sexual situations. With many thanks to three girls on my star squad, @myusernamehere@dandelion-sunset, and @jennagill for their friendship, support, and betaing skills. I love you girls! 

For @etherealfinnick, from your truant THGSS. I didn’t forget about you, chica. I’m just a horribly slow writer, especially since my family has been in town for the past two weeks (cue the violins). You asked for a fluffy holiday Odesta drabble, and hopefully you’re okay with whatever this turned out to be… <3c   


The house looked like a PG-13 version of a strip club. Thousands of gaudy lights pulsated in time to the “Carol of the Bells.” Thom’s idea, no doubt. A neon sign in the front window cheerfully proclaimed the presence of “Ho!Ho!Hos!” beyond the glass pane, a classic Delly touch if ever there was one. On the snow-covered lawn, a winking plastic Santa, finger knowingly nudging the side of his nose, sat like a pimp in his sleigh. His paunchy gut and rosy cheeks implied a shade or two of debauchery, a taste for something stronger than the occasional Christmas cookie. And the twinkle in his eye suggested he’d been more than a little naughty, too.

There was a fine line between a stripper pole and the North Pole, and Thom and Delly had plowed gleefully through that line, balls out and no looking back.

Finnick half-expected to be greeted at the door by a scantily clad elf in sequined pasties and reindeer antlers—he just hoped Thom wasn’t the elf. There were hardships he could endure in this world, but the sight of Thom’s voluminous manbreasts was decidedly not among them.

“Okay, here’s how this works, broskis,” Finnick said to his friends, flipping up the collar of his wool coat to shield his pretty face against the bracing wind. “Tonight shall henceforth be known as ‘Operation Hit and Quit It.’”

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