haymitch is the best

Mockingjay Manor - Ch 1

Revived from the dead after a wee bit of technical difficulty… Welcome to round two of everlark-your-own-adventure!

We kick this round off in style, courtesy of the hilarious and talented @burkygirl (with an assist from @xerxia31). You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Thursday, August 31st). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be!

My skirt is crawling up again. I twitch it back into place and shift uncomfortably in my chair in the lawyer’s office. I’m not sure why I’m here, really. Haymitch Abernathy was my uncle, but mostly he was just an annoying pain in my ass who spent family diners criticizing my decisions from the other side of his highball glass.

So when his lawyer called after his funeral and said my presence was needed at the reading of his will, I was floored. At best, Haymitch only tolerated me. Why in God’s name he’d leave anything to me while that crazy wife of his had her claws firmly clenched on the wallet where he kept his dotcom millions was a complete mystery. I’d immediately decided not to go. The lawyer could call me later.

The reason for my change of mind is sitting right beside me, holding my hand and projecting an aura of confidence while Effie, Haymitch’s wife, covertly sneaks glances in our direction and thinly veils her irritation at our presence.

Peeta convinced me that it was disrespectful to not attend the reading if I’d been asked to be there, but honestly, I think he just wanted a front seat to the drama. The corner of his mouth twitches every time he catches Aunt Effie staring at us. If she was only looking at him, I’d understand. My boyfriend, with his brawny physique and golden hair, looks hot in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, but he’s devastating in his navy sports jacket, white shirt and orange tie. He shifts in his chair and winks at me. The shit. He’s loving every second of Eff-zilla’s reaction to our attendance.

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Haymitch: Game On

I hadn’t realized before how hard Haymitch is playing the game in chapter 7. Part of his strategy is obvious, but this time I noticed something more subtle. The morning of the first training session, Haymitch says: “‘One last thing. In public, I want you by each other’s side every minute’… We both start to object, but Haymitch slams his hand on the table. ‘Every minute! It’s not open for discussion! You agreed to do as I said! You will be together, you will appear amiable to each other. Now get out. Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training.’”

At first glance, meeting at the elevator at ten seems like a throwaway line, but then I noticed that it comes up again twice in the next page. Earlier in the chapter, Katniss’ irritation with the matching training outfits had been established. And earlier in the book, Katniss remarked on Effie’s efficiency at getting them places on time. And yet on the next page, it’s almost ten while Katniss is still brushing her teeth. A few minutes later, after riding the elevator down to the training gym, Katniss notes, “Although it’s not yet ten, we are the last ones to arrive. The other tributes are gathered in a tense circle… While someone pins the number 12 on my back, I do a quick assessment. Peeta and I are the only two dressed alike.” (emphasis added)

It looks like Haymitch (and his fellow strategists) planned to build on Cinna’s success in presenting Katniss and Peeta as a pair at the tribute parade by ensuring that they make an entrance in their matching uniforms by arriving just on time on the first morning of training. The night of the parade, Katniss noticed the other tributes’ envious glances. Afterwards, Collins had Haymitch explicitly tell us that he, Cinna, Effie, and Portia were sitting down to hash out their strategy: “Tomorrow morning is the first training session. Meet me for breakfast and I’ll tell you exactly how I want you to play it,” says Haymitch to Peeta and I. “Now go get some sleep while the grown-ups talk.” 

In continuing to present Katniss and Peeta as a team, Haymitch, et. al., were furthering a strategy that had been publicly presented to all of Panem, and managing it for a different audience — the Gamemakers and the other tributes, who might be wondering if the dynamic D12 duo is for real. 

What else was Haymitch up to behind the scenes? 

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anonymous asked:

do you still take prompts? could you do one where post mj haymitch has a photo of Effie in his wallet or just somewhere in his house or something and maybe katniss or peeta see it and are like wtf??? x

Here you go! The first prompt of the year! [X]

A Picture In A Wallet

Peeta wiped the sweat off his brow with his shirt, discarding it to the side once it was done. It was far too hot under the midday sun and the shirt was filthy anyway. He surveyed the work they had accomplished that morning when Haymitch leaned back and pressed his hands at the small of his back. The partition wall that would stand between the kitchen and the customers area was up to their hips. Haymitch hesitated and then dropped the brick still in his hand on the heap on the floor.

“Not bad.” his mentor sighed.

“Yeah.” Peeta smiled. “If we keep up like this, we can probably move on to the roof next week.”

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Once Upon a Winter’s Morn

Perhaps this is cheating, but since it fits both the Capitol Treats prompt (sort of) for @everlarkedalways‘ #merryeverlark for Dec 12th and the Snow prompt for @loveinpanem‘s Dec 13th challenge, I’m tagging both. Also, I’m posting at a time when it’s technically the 12th where I am but it’s the 13th almost everywhere else. Lol. Thank you, lovely ladies for running these events and keeping the fandom alive. That last bit needs to be said in your best Haymitch voice. ;-)

This is not beta’d and was written rather hastily, so all mistakes are entirely mine. And I need to tag one more person, @ohmakemeahercules, who asked for: “How about Everlark: Peeta recreates the hot chocolate recipe from the Capitol?” Thank you, dear, I appreciate the prompt! <3

The snow storm arrived with no warning, several weeks earlier in the year than usual, dropping three feet of thick powder onto the ground of District Twelve, and trapping its residents inside their homes. As several made attempts to leave their newly built homes for their various jobs in the early hours of the morning, they discovered how ill-equipped they were. District Twelve had plenty of shovels for construction, pointed and spade shaped for breaking ground, but few people had ordered flat edged snow shovels yet.

Each of the Twelve houses of Victor’s Village came equipped with a fully furnished garden shed. Not that Victors were expected to perform such remedial tasks as gardening or shoveling snow from their walkways. Generally speaking, they could afford to hire someone to do it for them. But the Victors of Twelve had never been just your average Victor.

They started their mornings much as they had all done for the past few months. Peeta rose early, gently kissing Katniss’ forehead and brushing aside her hair to ask if she wanted breakfast before she went into the woods. On a gloomy day with snow blanketing the earth, Katniss tended to prefer the comfort of her bed, though. Such a day made her think too much about where she spent her last winter.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: Haymitch suddenly realizing that he´s in love with Effie, sometime before de 74th hunger games. Thank you! Your os are the best.

Here you are [X]

A Revelation In The Dead Of Night

Haymitch woke up with an odd feeling.

It took him a few seconds of slowly emerging from his slumber, his eyes still closed, to realize what the feeling was. Peaceful. He felt peaceful.

His body was heavy and the sheets were warm, the pillow under his head smelt like fresh flowers, and he couldn’t, for the life of him, find the will to open his eyelids. He had forgotten how it felt not to wake up gasping for breath, disoriented and terrified by a nightmare. For the first time in a long time, he felt good. Rested.

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The Fandom Games (Part 1)

“This year, you’re dealing with experienced killers.” Haymitch stands on front of the screen, remote pointed. “Why our esteemed President Snow chose these people, I have no idea why. They’re not even from the districts at all. And to top it all off, there’s an extra 24 tributes, like the last quarter quell.”

I glanced at Peeta worriedly. Not from the districts? “What do you mean?” I turned back to Haymitch, my mind whirling. Was District Twelve the only one sending in a pair of tributes this year? 

“Watch. It’s no good.” With a press of a button the screen came on.

“Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton. They say they’re from a place called Chicago.” He shoots us a look. “If I didn’t know better, i would say that they’re your Cato and Clove for this year.”  A girl, about 16 or 17 years, with long brown hair. There’s a shot of her throwing knives at human-shaped targets that reminded me sickeningly of Clove. A boy, about 18 years old, in hand-to-hand combat with someone else. The boy easily overpowered his opponent and won within four seconds.

”They sure do remind me of them.” Peeta mutters. I swallow loudly and wave Haymitch on. “Who’s next?”

“Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson. Now, this is where things start to get… interesting.” The girl with long blonde hair and strange grey eyes easily taking down targets with a bronze knife, reminding me of Cato. I swallowed the bile in my throat and forced myself to acknowledge the next one. The boy had jet black hair and sea green eyes, and there was a shot of him swimming. He quite literally jetted across the waters as if he could control them, and when he emerged on land, he seemed quite dry.

“He could give Finnick Odair a run for his money.” I say dryly. Haymitch barks out a humorless laugh before clicking on the remote again.

“Teresa and Thomas. These ones are strange - no last names, no one knows where they’re from.” The two of them were a pair - they ran through a deadly obstacle course that looked like a giant maze, pausing only to use long wooden spears to kill ugly creatures that looked cross between a mechanical spider and a black ugly worm. Their ease in escaping-though terror was clear on their faces - reminded me too much of Foxface. I rested my head on Peeta’s shoulder. Haymitch took our silence as a cue to move on.

“Clarissa Morgenstern and Jace Herondale. Some would say…” Haymitch pauses, looking as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was about to say. “… that they’re not human.”

Peeta scoffs, but it comes out as a nervous gasp. “W-what?” I glance up at Haymitch, brows furrowed. The Capitol had advanced technology, that I knew - but something otherworldly was completely new to me.

Haymitch pointed at the screen. “Watch.” The girl held up what looked like a glowing pen and drew on her skin. As she drew, swirling black lines seemed to spiral from the tip. When she finished drawing, she dissapeared. I stared at the screen, wondering if she had just turned invisible. The boy held two glowing swords, and he lept from a table to a thin wire to a chandelier while fighting hordes of what i could only describe as vampires. His jumps were impossibly high-ten, twenty, even thirty meters. 

“Who are they?” Peeta demanded, his face pale. “How will we kill them? They’ll best us in five seconds, tops.” 

Haymitch shrugged. “Make allies. It’s the best way.”

“They’re not human. They’re supernatural.” I blurted out. And looking at them, no matter how impossible it seemed, it was obvious. Percy-i think that was his name-seemed to control the waves. Clary had turned herself invisible. Jace had impossible speed and strength. “We can’t win.” I felt impossibly small, in the face of this obvious death. What a show it must be for the Capitol this year.

Haymitch, at a loss for words for once, opened and closed his mouth as he tried to say something. Finally, he gave up and continued. “These two are a bit more normal, though i wouldn’t underestimate them. Susan and Peter Pevensie. Siblings. Like Cashmere and Gloss.” The girl-about 17- had a bow and arrows. Too similar to me. Her skills in archery were matched to mine, if not better. As we watched, she killed three armored men, and then pulled an arrow from her quiver and threw it at another man, killing him. The boy-18 years old, i guessed- held a sword, easily besting a crowd of ten, fifteen armored men at once. At least they seemed a bit more normal-but they were still powerful, to say the least.

“Hermoine Granger and Harry Potter.” The two of them were holding sticks, running through a very damaged castle. I was about to laugh about it when they pointed the sticks and two jets of red lights flew from the tip and blasted a few hooded people away. My jaw dropped open. Magic. But that was impossible. Beside me, i could hear Peeta stuttering. 

“Th - that’s not possible.” He stammered, “Magic isn’t real. This is just a television.” I find myself holding onto his hand, my knuckles white. He’s holding on just as tightly, anxiety getting the better of him.

Haymitch cut him off. “Snow’s up to something. I don’t know what, i just know that he’s up to something, and with these tributes this year, he’s determined to see you dead.”

And he seemed darn close to doing it. How would I kill the girl who could turn invisible? The boy who controlled water? The two magicians?

“Sadie and Carter Kane.” The girl pointed at a pair of locked doors and spoke some gibberish. Egyptian hieroglyphics glowed where she pointed, and the doors blasted apart. The boy was holding a curved sword, and as he charged forward, he glowed and lifted off the the ground, encased in a glowing avatar with the head of a falcon.

At this point I was near vomiting . This was too much. Too much. But there was more. I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths. Prim. Gale. My mother. I have to survive. For them. I glance up at Peeta. For him.

“These ones don’t have names. They’re just called Numbers Six and Four.” Invisibility, telekinesis, resistance to fire, super speed and strength, flashing hands. Too much.

I closed my eyes and ignored the flashing screen. I can hear Peeta’s heartbeat as I rest my head near his chest as he slumps on the sofa..

“Lena Duchannes and Ethan Wate.” I opened my eyes and saw the girl swirling her hands, creating a storm. I closed my eyes again after seeing hers-one eye was green, the other was yellow. I didn’t care if I missed out on the boy - i didn’t want to see any more.

“Lena Haloway and Alex Sheathes.” They were a bit more normal. Vicious with the knives, through. I breathed a small sigh of relief and felt sick almost immediately. I was feeling relieved there would be easier people to kill. The games were changing me.

“And last, but not least, of the first batch, excluding you two, of course, is Jem and Tessa.” 

Hayffimas Week Day Three!

Day Three: A Christmas Carol (spoilers: this isn’t a Christmas Carol!) [ff.net]

“Haymitch Abernathy, Channel Twelve News. Can I ask you a question?” He was getting tired of this. No one was listening to him. He paused in the middle of the street, taking a moment to observe the surroundings. People were everywhere, children arguing over toys, adults arguing over cabs and couples arguing over gifts. All played over a chorus of Christmas carols and wrapped with bright lights and bunting. He hated Christmas.

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So I’ve seen mockingjay and there are some things that’s been bothering me for a while now and I couldn’t wait till the screens or gifs so.

First; when squad 451 is in Tigris’ basement and Katniss eavesdrops on Gale and Peeta. If Gale didn’t blow up Prim she still didn’t chose for Gale. Why? Because Peeta would have never made her chose between him and Gale. And if Katniss eventually fell for Gale he would’ve accepted it although it hurts him seeing her with him. But Peeta would agree to everything only to keep Katniss happy.

Second; peeta deserves an award. Really. Because when Gale says “I should’ve volunteered for you.” And Peeta says “No, because you had to take care of her family.” Applause Peeta applause. Why? Because trough these dark days he still stays positive and still wants Katniss to chose for Gale. You can see that he can’t live with him self because of his hijacking. Peeta, you truly are the best loving man in book history.

And third; Effie and Haymitch are hot af.

I also want to thank Suzanne Collins and Francis Lawrence for this amazing story coming alive.


I’m not sure what wakes me first— the sound of the stupid cat whining or the sound of the first rain of the year. But whatever it is, I am pulled out of my content sleep to face it. Peeta is oblivious to the interruption, having come to bed much later than normal to finish a painting. And while I’m tempted to wake him up, the last few nights have been hard on him.

His nightmares seem worse the closer to Reaping Day.

“Stupid cat.” I mutter to him, slipping out of the warmth to let him out. While our bedroom window was open, he seems to be losing his sight with old age. He can’t come and go as he pleases, at least not on the second story. He follows the sound of my footfall. We are both careful to avoid the creaky step at the bottom of the landing. Even the mangy old cat has become attune to Peeta’s needs.

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WWW’s Weekly Winners (December 24-30, 2017)

Here are the best things I read, watched, or listened to over the past week. Let me know what you think!

Originally posted by joshhutchsource

  • Book: My church’s 2017 Advent devotional (Several months ago, a member of my church met with our pastor and gave him $10,000 to pass along to other members with the instructions that they were to use the money in a way that brings glory to God and report back on what they did in three months. One Sunday morning, our pastor told us about it, though not the name of the donor at their request, and asked for volunteers from each service to take and use the money. 100 worshipers were then sent out with a hundred dollar bill each. The Advent devotional was a collection of many of their stories. It was inspiring to see all the creative uses the money was put to: providing food, clothes, and transportation for the needy; hurricane relief; literacy projects; fostering animals; medical assistance; supporting foreign missionary work; a free fitness class; bingo prizes for an adult special needs activity group; financial and emotional support for families facing struggles; and on and on. Some of the money went to charities helping around the world, while some was given to local individuals that the church member personally knew or met who needed it. Some used the hundred as seed money to put big planned projects into motion, and some simply looked for an opportunity to help to come up in their daily lives. Many of those who took the $100 told friends and coworkers about the challenge who were then inspired to donate their own money to add to it to make an even larger financial impact, while there were other stories that showed that even giving just $100 to a person going through a hard time can make a big difference.)
  • Movie or TV Show: Future Man (As funny as I hoped it would be, with more heart than I expected it to have.)
  • Song: “Go Tell It On the Mountain” (Especially the Jason Gray & Carrollton version.)
  • Fanfiction: Something of Our Own by marblesharp @districtunrest (Post-Mockingjay fic. Haymitch and Hazelle become closer as they heal, rebuild, try to take care of their kids, and figure out what to do with their lives in a now free Panem.)

anonymous asked:

oh dear god please do the "soulamte au where you can't lie to your soulmate' for hayffie! it would be hilarious (or possibly horribly painful... depending on when its set ahahah)

So today is the day I reach chapter 400. I’m not sure how long exactly I will be able to keep up with this without people getting bored but as long as we’re all having fun… Hey! Let’s try to reach 500. That would be a record probably.

I just hope everyone is still enjoying the stories. There is something called quitting while you are ahead or more likely stopping before something becomes crap… I just hope I am not on the “becoming crap” slope. I wrote so many… Am I repeating myself? Is this getting boring? I love hayffie so much it’s unhealthy but I would hate to write them badly or to bore you to tears.

Anyway, today is chapter 400 so you get a prompt that isn’t the oldest in line but that particularly inspired me and that I enjoyed writing very much. [X]

A Claim & A Promise

Everyone has a soulmate.

That’s a given.

However, Panem is a huge country, a huge compartmented country. The odds of finding one’s soulmate are never in one’s favor and they aren’t made any easier by the Hunger Games that kill a bunch of kids every year.

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Characters Who Deserved Better ➳ THG

When my hair is done, I find Cinna downstairs in the living room, and just the sight of him makes me feel more hopeful. He looks the same as always, simple clothes, short brown hair, just a hint of gold eyeliner. We embrace, and I can barely keep from spilling out the entire episode with President Snow. But no, I’ve decided to tell Haymitch first. He’ll know best who to burden with it. It’s so easy to talk to Cinna, though. Lately we’ve been speaking a lot on the telephone that came with the house. It’s sort of a joke, because almost no one else we know owns one. There’s Peeta, but obviously I don’t call him. Haymitch tore his out of the wall years ago. My friend Madge, the mayor’s daughter, has a telephone in her house, but if we want to talk, we do it in person. At first, the thing barely ever got used. Then Cinna started to call to work on my talent.
Every victor is supposed to have one. Your talent is the activity you take up since you don’t have to work either in school or your district’s industry. It can be anything, really, anything that they can interview you about. Peeta, it turns out, actually has a talent, which is painting. He’s been frosting those cakes and cookies for years in his family’s bakery. But now that he’s rich, he can afford to smear real paint on canvases. I don’t have a talent, unless you count hunting illegally, which they don’t. Or maybe singing, which I wouldn’t do for the Capitol in a million years. My mother tried to interest me in a variety of suitable alternatives from a list Effie Trinket sent her. Cooking, flower arranging, playing the flute. None of them took, although Prim had a knack for all three. Finally Cinna stepped in and offered to help me develop my passion for designing clothes, which really required development since it was nonexistent. But I said yes because it meant getting to talk to Cinna, and he promised he’d do all the work.
Now he’s arranging things around my living room: clothing, fabrics, and sketchbooks with designs he’s drawn. I pick up one of the sketchbooks and examine a dress I supposedly created. “You know, I think I show a lot of promise,” I say.
“Get dressed, you worthless thing,” he says, tossing a bundle of clothes at me.
I may have no interest in designing clothes but I do love the ones Cinna makes for me. Like these. Flowing black pants made of a thick, warm material. A comfortable white shirt. A sweater woven from green and blue and gray strands of kitten-soft wool. Laced leather boots that don’t pinch my toes.
“Did I design my outfit?” I ask.
“No, you aspire to design your outfit and be like me, your fashion hero,” says Cinna. He hands me a small stack of cards. “You’ll read these off camera while they’re filming the clothes. Try to sound like you care.”

Seasons Change - Oneshot

I was supposed to post this last night, but I got caught up with projects and all that great stuff. (Not great at all). I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to leave any feedback that you have. 

Summary: Katniss and Peeta have had many defining moments of their life, but what are the defining moments of them growing back together. Katniss and Peeta remember those moments after 15 years.


District 12 had started bustling with people. Many people that left because of the fire bombing surprisingly came back. But many people couldn’t have been too surprised.

District 12 was in fact their home. The place that they loved.

After Peeta arrived to District 12, he immediately went to the woods. He had heard of the loss of Katniss’ sister. The one person he was sure that Katniss knew she loved.

Peeta went searching for primroses and he knew where to search thanks to the plant book that he and Katniss had worked on.

When Peeta finally found them he hoped that Katniss would be happy about them. He hadn’t known what state she was in after so much tragedy and devastation. He started his trek back to the Victor’s Village.

Peeta planted primroses in front of Katniss’ house on the first day of spring. Katniss still remembered it as one of the best days after the war. Seeing Peeta again after those long, hard months where all he wanted to do was kill her.

“You came home,” Katniss said in a whisper.

Peeta nodded his head. “Yeah.”

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