katniss hunting

Love is...Ensuring the Enduring Happiness of Katniss Everdeen

by: @finnicko-loves-anniec

Facing twelve weeks of summer without her best friend, Posy knows she needs a project. At first, hunting with Katniss seems like enough, but when she realizes just how lonely her new friend really is, Posy is determined to find a more permanent companion for Katniss. She’s even got the man picked out – Peeta Mellark. Now, all that remains is convincing them they need each other.

It seemed wrong that summer, the time of year where there were the fewest things to do, also had the longest days. At seven and eight, and for most of her ninth year, Posy had not thought much of it. Now that she was ten, however, that observation grated at her. Yes, she could have filled her days in the same way she had in past summers, with pick-up kickball in the town square or playing pretend in the meadow with Paige and Senna, but she felt too big to play kickball with the five-year-olds and she and Senna had gotten into a fight the last day of school that neither of them had yet apologized for. Considering that she hadn’t been the one who told Mrs. Clearney about the insect case, Posy had no intention of saying sorry first. Paige and Senna didn’t agree. Being right felt nice, but it was also boring when nobody else felt like being right with you.

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"I swing my legs off the bed and slide into my hunting boots. Supple leather that has molded to my feet. I pull on trousers..." -- The Hunger Games, Chap 1

There are a few important things I’ve considered about this passage. One is some confusion on my part. The others are to address certain conventions I’ve noticed in fanworks (imcluding the films).

First off, why does she put on pants *after* putting on her footwear? Do people actually do this? Isn’t that cumbersome?

Secondly, the fact that she can slide into soft-leather boots (rather than sliding them on) like that suggests that they are ankle-length. Not knee-length.

Thirdly, even if she put the boots on afterwards, the trousers she’d wear would be fairly loose around the legs. When going hunting, loose-fitting pants are way more practical than slim-fit due to having to go through underbrush and the abilty to have layers underneath if need be.

And while we’re at that…
Take common fanart depiction of Katniss’ hunting and 74th Games attire (tight pants and knee-highs), and compare that with depictions of Gale’s hunting and Peeta’s arena outfits (regular-fit and ankle-highs).
What reason is there to make her practical situation outfits different from the boys’ practical situation outfits?
Let’s say that there is an in-universe reason for Katniss’ arena outfit to be form-fitting; to show off her body for Capitol audiences. Under that priciple, then Peeta should also be garbed in the same way. After all, we know that the Capitol is an equal-opportunity molester.

Into the Woods

So, I was going through my old writings and found this one that was actually decent. Although at the time I remember putting it aside to turn it into a full story with several chapters, it’s clearly not going to happen. So here it is.

Panem AU where Peeta is a Peacekeeper. Mr. Everdeen lives. Katniss hunts and trades, and grows, blooms, and sings. (Also, older Peeta).

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, I’m just having fun. Unbeta’d.

“Here.” She stares at him, silently telling him something he doesn’t understand. They’ve crossed the Meadow and are standing near the end of the District, right beside the fence. She looks around them, before crawling under the fence.

“C’mon!” she incites him once on the other side, almost bouncing on her feet. She looks like a kid.

She is a kid, he thinks.

It only dawns on him when he sees the woods behind her. He can’t believe he didn’t catch up on it earlier. “Katniss, I—” he shakes his head, pressing his sweaty palms against his trousers to dry them, “I can’t.”

“I can’t either,” she tells him, her voice stern, “but that doesn’t stop me.”

“It’s different for me.”

“No, it’s not.” God, she’s stubborn. “C’mon! Hurry! Before someone sees.”

This is what gets him moving. He wouldn’t risk her getting caught because of his fault. He wouldn’t risk her getting caught period. “I’m so going to regret this,” he grumbles under his breath, as he worms his way to the other side. He can hear her snort above him.

When he stands back up, she doesn’t give him a second to get his bearings before she grabs his hand and runs to the forest, pulling him behind her. He can feel a laugh bubbling inside him. It feels good. It’s freeing. He feels like a kid himself.

They only stop once they cross the tree line and then continue walking, deeper into the woods, calming their breaths.

“So this is why you asked me if I had normal clothes,” he muses, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, can’t have you dirtying your spotless uniform in the woods.”

He chuckles. “I’ll have you know, I have plenty of normal clothes. I just never wear them around you.” He wonders if it’s weird for her, seeing him dressed like this, with regular gray pants and a light jacket. The jacket definitely feels weird on him, he can’t remember the last time he put it on. But she hadn’t commented on it, just eyed him approvingly when she had seen him standing under the low branches of the oak tree in the border of the Meadow where they had agreed to meet before sunrise.

“Do you wear them at all?” she blurts out, clearly noticing the tight fit of the jacket, “or did you go buy them in Town after I asked you about it?”

“No. I had them already.” He tries to fight the blush that creeps up his neck. He had considered doing exactly that, but had felt ridiculous at the thought of it. He had perfectly good clothes he could use. “I’m only supposed to wear them when I’m at home, though.”

“Oh. Right.” She seems to only be realising this now. “It’s just- I only ever see you in your uniform… So, I didn’t… I didn’t really know. That’s all.”

“I know,” he says softly, squeezing her hand.

They stop in front of a log, and she lets go of his hand, reaching inside a hollow and retrieving a bow and a quiver full of arrows. He gawks while she puts the latter over her head. It’s like he’s meeting a new, secret, side of her. This is the famous huntress.

“Will I get to see you in action, huntress?”

“Only if you behave,” she teases, patting his head.

He laughs, smacking a kiss on her cheek in return.

They go wandering through the forest, looking for game. Unfortunately, his heavy feet keep making fallen leafs crunch and dry twigs snap. His footsteps are too loud for them to even get close to any distracted prey, but she does fire a few arrows to different knots in the trees, after an embarrassing amount of pleading from his part, for him to see. She hits her marks right on the centre. He takes note to never make her mad while she has her bow in her hands.

Even though he is inappropriately attracted to his company, he can’t stop looking around him, trying to drink in all the colours. He understands why she brought him here, why she wanted to share this with him. And it just makes him care about her all that much more.

And later, she points a mockingjay perched on a low branch, gesturing him to remain silent. She whistles a few notes, the bird soon answering in return. And when she shyly sings a lullaby about a valley, and the bird falls silent just like him, he swears, right then, he’s a goner.

They’re lying in a small clearing they found; she’s tucked against his side, almost on top of

him, her nose buried in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around her.

“I wish I was from here,” he sighs, his hand gently running through her hair, “then I could be with you every time I wanted, no matter who sees.”

It’s a nice thought. Peeta being born in the same District as her. Him pulling on her braid at school as they grow up. Walking into Town, hand in hand. Introducing him to Prim. Being allowed to be seen with him.

But she isn’t. And he still was born in Two. “You’d be a merchant,” she tells him bluntly and that’s the end of it. Or so she thinks.

“How could you possibly know that?” he teases. His fingers skimming up her side. “Hmm?”

“Look at you!” she exclaims. “All blue eyes and blonde hair, you might as well be a townie.”

“So what? I’d offer you my arm and parade you all over the district, we’d eat at the Hob together like a real couple and not just ‘coincidently’ meeting there,” he grabs her hand as he talks and moves it up and around, gesturing through the air, painting that world around them with his words, imaging doing exactly what he says, “I’d take you out on dates. Heck, I’d take you to the slag heap if you asked me to. I’d dance with you in the middle of the Town Square at the Harvest Festival, right in front of the baker’s wife’s disgusted stare and the florist’s scornful remarks.” He’s cheerful about it, as if he can’t think of anything better than being the object of gossip because of the divide between Seam and Town. If it only were that simple.

“…I’d ask you to toast bread with me.” He finishes in barely a whisper.

Her answer gets stuck in her throat and suddenly the air seems much heavier around them. It’s too much. She rolls to her side and away from him, getting up. It’s pointless to think like that, she should know better than to picture what he says.

She does know better. It’s not real. And it’s useless.


She has to get away. “We should, I mean, I uh… I should probably hunt something. To show for— when we go back.” Her voice comes out raw, and ugly, and wrong. She curses herself for not being able to keep it in check. She doesn’t wait for his reply though. “Yeah, I um, I’ll be right back.” She doesn’t even look his way. Her breaths seem to be caught somewhere inside her, in the constricting of her chest maybe, or in the ache of her heart. She tightens her hold on her bow, as she blinks away the prickle of tears in her eyes.

It’s not real.

She’ll repeat it to herself until it sticks in her head.

reTHG: The Hunger Games - Chapters Eleven and Twelve: Tactics and Strategies

Starting with the prompts this week:  First of all, let me say that if I was a tribute, I would be dead within moments, most likely.  But - imagining myself as sixteen - what my particular skills were, then - and if a beneficent writer was keeping me alive long enough for plot purposes, what would I have done?  When I was younger, I was a decent sprinter - nothing spectacular, and not good at distances at all.  At that time, I actually owned a bow and was a decent-enough shot that I would have felt like I could have handled it (whether or not that is true is another story). So, I would have been marginally tempted to grab it, but I would have been far more interested in getting away, fast, finding water and hiding.  I wouldn’t have dared grab the backpack and I would have probably just jammed.

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Would this have happened anyway?

Written by: @florence68blog

Title: Would this have happened anyway?

Prompt 66: Would love to read a canon divergent fic that explores what Peeta says about “a lot of guys liking Katniss”. This could cover a lot of tropes: no games, arranged marriage, friends to lovers, or this would have happened anyway. Would love to see Katniss more open to her feelings and the possibility of love. Would love to see how Peeta would win Katniss over with more than just Gale as competition. [submitted by Anonymous]

Note: A work in progress (multichapter).

Summary:  The war ended when Katniss and Peeta were 16 years old. A couple of years have passed since the rebellion. Life in District 12 has changed quite a lot. Without the threat of hunger, the Reaping or death, Katniss and Peeta have become friends. Is there hope for something more?

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Why the Job Market Sucks for Attorneys (beyond no jobs):

I have three degrees. I actually gave up finishing a fourth degree so I could study for the bar because my thesis was due at the same time. I passed the bar and am a licensed attorney. I currently have a job basically making filing runs to court from various law firms. 

I get paid state minimum wage and 42 cents per mile.

I am making a long post, more for my own sanity than anything else. Hopefully some of you feel the same way, please send me any mail with comments or questions.  

1. The Void 

Ah, the void, where your dreams can die before they ever began.

The void happens when you send out your application via the internet and are never sure if it ever arrived and was read. It’s when you attach a read receipt and never get the confirmation back. It’s when you apply and just…NOTHING. 

No feedback, no rejection, no calls, nothing. You’re falling in the rabbit hole chucking out your resume and cover letter like you got the Evil Queen Sallie Mae about to cut off your head. 

(She’s waving goodbye to public loan forgiveness)

You have no idea what you did wrong (if anything). You thought you were a perfect candidate, was the job pool too big? You will never know because you’re falling in the void. 

2. They can either pay you shit or expect it for free.

I recently applied for a job and asked what I could do to increase my chances of getting an interview. They miraculously replied and said in addition to a foreign language skill (mi espanol es muy malo, lo siento), I should think about volunteering. I would love to do that! Ironically I submitted an application for a legal aid group to volunteer and they, wait for it, NEVER GOT BACK TO ME. I literally cannot give away this shit for free.

(I’m fucking trying Heath Ledger, there’s a labor surplus in the legal market.)

Another problem is that I live in the Bay Area and I make minimum wage. For those of you who don’t know how expensive rent is in the Bay Area, this is the most accurate representation of simultaneously living in the Bay Area and paying Bay Area rent.

I pay close to a $1000 in rent and I have one of the best deals in the area. Moreover, I pay $200 a month for my student loans, not even counting my law school loans. In other words, I’m poor as fuck. So while I would love to volunteer, I can only do it either at night or on the weekends because I can’t afford to take a day off. Volunteering will also severely limit my time to actually apply to jobs.

But who knows, maybe a little volunteer work and you’ll get hired! Until you realize…

3. They can dick you around. 

So I recently made a post about how I was a finalist for a position and waited a month and a half to hear that nobody was hired. Here’s some more examples: 

I went on an interview for a super small firm (two attorneys) and was told I would be notified the following week. When that came and went, I sent a polite email inquiring if they needed anything to help assist them with a decision. A month and a half went by and I got a generic email saying I was denied. 

The night before another interview, they had me complete a massive employment application. 

Unfortunately they cancelled two hours beforehand due to a court emergency. That’s fine, shit happens, we said we would reschedule. I called two weeks later and they told me due to a new policy, they would no longer be hiring but would keep my application on hand. Last week I saw a craigslist ad for their firm…for a paralegal position. 

I had another interview with about 20 other people interviewing that day. They told me I would hear back within two weeks. That was a month and a half ago and last week I saw their same ad posted on craigslist. A girl can’t even get a fucking rejection letter anymore. 

It’s their market and you are a easily disposable commodity, and this is the horrible truth. There are a ton of amazing schools, amazing lawyers, and you all want the same thing. Could I leave the only place I always wanted to live in, and the place that was my home for ten years before law school? Sure. The job market is slightly better in smaller locations. That might be another sacrifice I have to make, of course the next point just makes that idea even worse to me because….

4. If you’re not sure you want to be a lawyer, you’re fucked.

The funny thing about all of this is that I’m not even sure I want to be a lawyer. 

I always really enjoyed public policy and politics. I went to law school to learn the law, to try to make effective change. I went to law school to make the world a better place, not necessarily to be a lawyer. 

I recently had a working job interview, where I just worked for an entire day. I drafted a petition, client letters, etc. I HATED IT. In part it was because I really disliked the idea of who I may be working with, but if I was offered the job I felt like I had no choice but to take it. A girl has to pay rent. 

Then I think, “Well I’ll just apply for other jobs. I’ll find my passion.” 

5. You’re now either overqualified or underqualified for all those other jobs.

Sometimes people just tell me that I need to apply for legal assistant jobs, receptionist positions, paralegal jobs. Start in these dream nonprofits and work my way up. Believe me, I applied. I’m now overqualified for those jobs! I used to that that was a total bullshit excuse until I began to experience it. How do I know for sure that I’m overqualified? They tell me. You try to start out in these lower-level positions and they’re concerned that you won’t stay or that you won’t be happy there. 

You know what makes me unhappy? The idea of being homeless. That makes me pretty fucking unhappy. 

The job market is no longer a place where you can start in a job and climb the ladder. You don’t work your way up through the mailroom, even though it would be good for many of us to know the ins and outs of the work. You start as a legal assistant and they want you to die there. 

Even if you’re not overqualified, guess who you’re competing with for those jobs you qualify for? All those older attorneys who were laid off in the recession. Last year I applied for a court position last year as a jury coordinator. I was more than qualifed but never heard a peep. I called in, curious to know if there was anything I could to improve my chances in a future application. I was flat out told that I was competing with attorneys with 10-20 years experience for the same job. It didn’t matter what I did, I just couldn’t hold a candle to them. So now we play the waiting game for the older generation to retire and/or die. 

At this point I’m just hoping that I’m able to keep going, keep going on these interviews and hope I land something. I don’t have any answers for the rest of you but I hope some of you feel the same and know you aren’t alone. 

Ultimately I am sure I will succeed the way I have in the past: by wearing people down until I get what I want. 

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  • Book Katniss: This is my dad's old hunting jacket.
  • Movie Katniss: This the figure-flattering jacket I just bought from D12's local H&M.
  • Book Katniss: I bundle my braid up under a cap when I go hunting.
  • Movie Katniss: I keep my braid out so people can tell I'm a girl.
  • Book Katniss: My dad had black hair and olive skin. I too have those features. As do Gale, Haymitch, and everyone else in the Seam besides my mom and Prim.
  • Movie Katniss: Gale and I both have fair skin and medium-brown hair. Haymitch is blonde.
  • Book Katniss: I'm so dehydrated right now that I can hardly pee and what I do produce is brown.
  • Movie Katniss: We're not going to address the health effects of arena conditions or the fact that I'm a human who urinates.
  • Book Katniss: Sometimes I notice Peeta staring at me and then looking away really fast. What's up with that? Kid's weird.
  • Movie Katniss: Peeta followed me home from school every day... How romantic.
  • Book Katniss: I'm very skinny, so I'm afraid that all the other tributes who've always had enough to eat will be far stronger than me. And not skinny in a hot way; like I have literally been on the brink of starvation my entire life. Capitol designers want to surgically augment my breasts so I look better on tv.
  • Movie Katniss: I'm skinny in a hot way. I'm curvy, so yeah my waist is small but I've got boobs and a butt. No one would say I require a boob job to look good.
Lean on me || THG au


The 74th Hunger Games had seemed different right from the start and for once Haymitch had let the glimmer of hope rise inside him. The volunteer of Twelve, Katniss, had shown her qualities to become the next victor of his district and Haymitch had tried to believe in her, had worked for her to have sponsors and to survive the arena. But the love story he had spun with their male tribute Peeta was developing a life on it’s own during the games.

It happened when the tributes count was down to five and Peeta ate the poisoned berries, that Katniss lost her focus. Haymitch hadn’t realized the girl had reciprocated his feelings and he wasn’t sure she had understood herself until she had lost him. After that moment, Katniss tried to hunt down the remaining tributes, but ended up dead when Thresh strangled her.

The last three were District 11′s Thresh, District 2′s Cato and District 5′s Sayuri. Cato had survived through his Carrier’s alliance, whereas Thresh was still standing for his tactic to avoid the Carrier’s. Sayuri had fought for herself with bodily strength, something that one wouldn’t have guessed from the lean girl who’s only weapon were her brass knuckles. But once the gamemakers herded them together with wolf mutts chasing them, the male tributes entered a fist fight that left Cato flying to become mutt food. Sayuri and Thresh had an epic fight, that Haymitch was sure would be talked about in many years from now, which ended with Sayuri knocking the boy out and becoming the latest victor.

Haymitch went down to the bar to get drunk with his best friend Chaff, who was just as eager to get wasted.
“’m not doin’ the yearly ‘welcome-to-the-club’ talk this year. Forget it. She killed ma tribute. You go,” Chaff decided after countless glasses. 

Haymitch grumbled desperately but took on the obligation. So the next morning he went to the Games Clinic, where all fresh victors recovered from the wounds and malnutrition they had suffered during the games. With a huff he sat down beside the hospital bed and waited for the girl to wake up, his flask in his hand. 

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Gale Hawthorne is such a nerd. In Mockingjay he proves he would rather stay inside building things with Beetee, (aka the most brilliant inventor/brain of their time), rather than go out and hunt with Katniss. For Katniss, hunting was therapy and reminded her of home and of Gale. But while Gale excelled at it, for him it was simply about survival and that’s part of the reason why I love Gale so much. He had SO SO S O MUCH POTENTIAL but because he was from the Seam in the lowest part of the worst district, he never ever got a chance to reach his potential. At least not until District 13. He always had to worry about surviving. But once his family (and Katniss’s) were receiving regular meals and were all relatively safe, he was able to actually branch out from survival and start working on bigger things. He channeled his smarts into hunting and that’s why he was so good at it. He had the natural ability for it, like how he could walk silently in the woods even over the dead leaves in the fall, but he was UNPARALLELED as a trapper. He was so skillful at strategy that he had arguably the SMARTEST MAN IN PANEM, THE VERY MAN WHO NOT ONLY DESIGNED AND INSTALLED THE CAPITOL’S MOST SECURE COMMUNICATION NETWORK BUT ALSO MANAGED TO HACK INTO IT AGAIN, actually FEED off of Gale and willingly bounce ideas off of him. I mean, Gale was this heroic 19 year old kid from the middle of nowhere who had saved hundreds of people, and suddenly he had BEETEE LATEIR wanting to become bffs with him. Gale is a goddamned prodigy and I will fight anyone on this.

Story Structure: The Opening Scene

 asked: I’ve been working and planning out a fanfiction for my favorite series for a very long time. Since I’m currently out for summer vacation, I want to work on it. However, I’m having trouble starting it and it’s getting to the point where I’m extremely frustrated. I have it outlined and I know where I want it to end but I don’t have the slightest clue how to write it out without getting upset with myself. Thank you for your advice in advance.

Happy summer vacation! :) Try to be patient with yourself, especially if you’re somewhat new to writing. One of the biggest myths about writers is that we all sit right down at the keyboard and bang out a masterpiece without incident. The reality is that sometimes it can take days or even weeks to find your groove in a story, and once found it can be easily lost–hopefully temporarily.

The first thing you need to do is find a way into your story. This is the opening line, paragraph, and the pages that follow. This opening scene is going to serve three purposes:
  • establish what the character’s life is like before the inciting incident occurs

  • provide introductory character and setting details and potentially set things up for the inciting incident.

  • hook the reader so that they’ll want to know more about this person and what is going to happen to them
If you’re not sure what your opening scene is going to be, take a look at your timeline to see where they are in the beginning. If your timeline starts with the inciting incident, back up a bit and see where they are before that. For example, before the tornado that swept her to Oz, Dorothy ran away to save Toto from Ms. Gulch. Before volunteering to replace her sister in The Hunger Games, Katniss was illegally hunting for food in the woods with Gale. And prior to being rescued by Edward from being crushed-to-death, Bella had to leave home to move in with her dad.

You may need to try several different scenes before one finally sticks–and that’s okay. That writing isn’t wasted, because for one thing it’s still good practice, and for another thing you’re often learning things about your characters and world when you explore it in that manner. Not only that, but sometimes you find that you like a scene and that you want to work it in at a later point.

There are a number of ways you can go about this. You can try just diving right in and write a scene until you know that it does or doesn’t work. You can sit down and brainstorm different possibilities until you find one that really speaks to you. Or, you can even look for some sort of prompt, either a writing prompt or inspiration from a favorite song or lyric. If you’re really stuck, pull some random favorites off your bookshelf and read the first few pages of each one just to see how they did it. Sometimes this will trigger something in your brain that gives you an idea for how to go about it in your own story.

Good luck! You’ll find that perfect opening scene before you know it. :)