Saitama, a disgruntled and overworked businessman who never gets a moment to relax, gives himself three days to choose whether to quit his job or not. The first night, he decides to drink himself stupid and chances upon a high class bar. He goes in and settles in at the bar for a night of terrible drinking. Halfway through his first drink, he hears the most beautiful, hypnotizing voice he had ever heard. It throws the stress from his shoulders, makes him forget about his job, and makes him, for the first time in ages, feel okay. He turns around and sees a young, gorgeous blond singing into a microphone. He asks the bartender who that is and she tells him that’s Genos, their resident lounge singer.
“Well, he probably used up a lot of resources helping me knock you out,” I say mischievously.
“Yeah, about that,” says Peeta, entwining his fingers in mine. “Don’t try something like that again.”
“Or what?” I ask.
“Or…or…” He can’t think of anything good. “Just give me a minute.”
“What’s the problem?” I say with a grin.
“The problem is we’re both still alive. Which only reinforces the idea in your mind that you did the right thing,” says Peeta.
“I did do the right thing,” I say.
“No! Just don’t, Katniss!” His grip tightens, hurting my hand, and there’s real anger in his voice. “Don’t die for me. You won’t be doing me any favors. All right?
I’m startled by his intensity but recognize an excellent opportunity for getting food, so I try to keep up. "Maybe I did it for myself, Peeta, did you ever think of that? Maybe you aren’t the only one who…who worries about…what it would be like if…”
I fumble. I’m not as smooth with words as Peeta. And while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don’t want him to die. And it’s not about the sponsors. And it’s not about what will happen back home. And it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone. It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
“If what, Katniss?” he says softly.
I wish I could pull the shutters closed, blocking out this moment from the prying eyes of Panem. Even if it means losing food. Whatever I’m feeling, it’s no one’s business but mine.
“That’s exactly the kind of topic Haymitch told me to steer clear of,” I say evasively, although Haymitch never said anything of the kind. In fact, he’s probably cursing me out right now for dropping the ball during such an emotionally charged moment. But Peeta somehow catches it.
“Then I’ll just have to fill in the blanks myself,” he says and moves into me.
This is the first kiss that we’re both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
The Hunger Games
I couldn’t stop quoting this section because it’s just that good. This whole thing is swoon-worthy and such an important moment for Katniss and Peeta.
With this I just imagine Magnus, just lying there pretending to read a book or something and acting like he didn’t know Alec was there and getting super surprised, “oh, Alec didn’t see you there. What can I do to- I mean for you?”
I keep trying to get this out in different ways but I don’t think I am getting my point across as clearly as I would like to.
I started this side blog in March 2015 because there weren’t a lot of blogs about Taron, at the time. I think he is a fantastic actor with a bright future. For the few who have asked: I do not know him and I am not affiliated with him. I made this blog because I am a fan, and because I believe he is deserving of all the right and respectful attention. It worked that way for awhile. I’ve been on Tumblr long enough to know that once any personal information gets leaked, people start turning on their object of affection long before they even realize they are doing it. It’s disconcerting how some fans of Taron believe it’s perfectly okay to insert their opinions about his personal life into a conversation. There shouldn’t be any talk about it at all, regardless of how much entitlement you think you have. Babying him, making up stories about how you think he is in real life isn’t right. You’re just feeding this idea that this man is someone he is not and it will hurt you every time. Being in the public eye does not mean he has to give us a reason for the decisions in his life. Seeing his films, seeing photos, watching interviews, even meeting him in real life does not mean we know him. He hasn’t changed. He doesn’t need our help. Over the past week or so, I’ve seen a lot of people taking cheap shots at his hair because they are upset with him for choosing a girlfriend they don’t approve of. To be honest, I don’t care about her or what she has done. It’s not my place to pass judgement on a situation that is none of my business. Do I have my own personal opinions on the matter? Sure. Will I share them on here? No, because I own a blog, and I do not own him. Also, I don’t really care. It’s obsessive and kind of ridiculous, at this point. I’m well aware that people have opinions and I respect that, I do, so don’t go sending me salty anons. My only wish as I continue to run this blog is that people cut the bullshit. It’s negative. Stop giving it a voice. It’s not a part of the fandom that we should be proud of being a part of. For the people spreading love and positivity, I see you. You’re brilliant and I love you.
I know some people won’t care about my opinion. That’s okay. You don’t have to engage or be my friend or follow me or any of that. Have a lovely night. xx