mb: the hunger games


Requested by anon

Everyone knew the Hunger Games was a force to be reckoned with - you went in and chances are, you never come out. If you do, you either live your life as the champion you believe you are, or you succumb yourself to the grief of all the lives you took. It’s not the best cycle.

It’s why Finnick knew he shouldn’t believe everything he sees when he entered the dome. But he did. He was fooled just like everyone else was as each person could hear the screams of the ones they cherished the most. He knew it was a trick, a ply by the Head Gamemaker to make them disorientated and irrational but he couldn’t help but try to search frantically for you - even though he had this inkling in the back of his head telling him to stop, that it just wasn’t you, it was just the jabberjays - that’s it, that’s all it was.

But to him it wasn’t. It was your voice, it was your screaming that distracted him just long enough to scatter him and make him forget where he was.

You were making yourself at home in District 13 - or at least trying to. You were glad to be away from the horror that was facing all of the Districts, though life wasn’t easy here either. But it was better and it gave you a chance of safety - of survival. 

You hadn’t been keeping up with the 75th Hunger Games for one specific reason: Finnick Odair. You couldn’t watch that again. As everyone else made sure to stay updated, to keep tabs on their beacon of hope, and as much as you wanted everyone to stay safe and alive, there would be nothing of that. 

You were making your way to the cafeteria when you heard the commotion from behind you. Having wanted to be kept out of the loop, you had no idea who came and went from within District 13 and as you turned around to see what it was, you were engulfed in the familiar warmth and scent of Finnick. His arms wrapped around you tightly and you stumbled back for a moment, eyes wide and highly confused. How the hell did he get out?

“Finnick - what…how did you…?” you muttered, trying to make sense of this and you wrapped your own arms around him.

“Just let me hold you for now, all right?” You nodded into his shoulder, not willing to complain. How could you?

I just want to point out how important it is that Katniss and Peeta’s son is shown laughing and joking around in Mockingjay Part 2’s epilogue. This child is carefree and happy, and clearly adores his father. It’s clear that this child comes from a happy home.

One of the biggest misinterpretations that people take away from Collins’ novel is that Katniss is too depressed in the epilogue to enjoy her life at all– which is, of course, absurd, and means the reader would have to entirely overlook the fact that she explicitly states that her children bring her joy. Some readers even state that they would’ve preferred that she’d died as opposed to being depressed for the rest of her life. This is a dangerous and damaging way of thinking, and suggests that people suffering from mental disorders cannot also have fulfilling lives, raise normal families, be “complete” human beings. The movie epilogue completely contradicts this. It makes the important statement that people with mental illness can not only become parents, but can become good parents to happy, healthy children.

“Da li ste imali noćne more? I ja sanjam košmare. Jednog dana ću vam objasniti. Zašto su došli. Zašto nikada neće nestati. Ali reći ću vam kako sam ih preživela. Pravim listu u glavi. Svih dobrih stvari koje sam videla da je neko uradio. Svaka mala stvar koje mogu da se setim. To je igra. Radim to iznova i iznova. Postaje pomalo naporna nakon svih ovih godina, ali… postoji mnogo gorih igara za igranje.”
―Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games: Mockingjay part 2 (2015))


“…And no one in this arena was a victor by chance.“ [Finnick] eyes Peeta for a moment. “Except maybe Peeta.”

Finnick knows then what Haymitch and I know. About Peeta. Being truly, deep-down better than the rest of us.”

- Catching Fire, Ch. 19

This part always made me kinda laugh when I pictured it so I made it into a comic…,,,??? I gave up on the drawing effort pretty quickly and didn’t feel like coloring either but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Real or not real? I am on fire. The balls of flame that erupted from the parachutes shot over the barricades, through the snowy air, and landed in the crowd. I was just turning away when one caught me, ran its tongue up the back of my body, and transformed me into something new. A creature as unquenchable as the sun. A fire mutt knows only a single sensation: agony. No sight, no sound, no feeling except the unrelenting burning of flesh. Perhaps there are periods of unconsciousness, but what can it matter if I can’t find refuge in them? I am Cinna’s bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick’s eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that’s when they come. The dead.
                                    Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.


“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.”


While cleaning my room I had to touch my whole fandom tshirt collection so I figured I’d document it because I’m constantly asking myself if I already have a shirt.

Missing are a bunch of shirts I’m planning to make into pillows. There’s also at least 1 harry potter shirt missing, though I think 2 or 3 in reality. There might be a few mcr and misc fandom shirts missing too but this is what I could find. :)

3 guesses what my favorite band is. If you want to know where I got any of these drop me an ask and I’ll try to help you out, though many are only available 2nd hand now.

Bonus my modest @compassionco shirt collection.


Top Five THG Characters (In no particular order):

↳ #1: Peeta Mellark: “Peeta, how come I never know when you’re having a nightmare?” I say. “I don’t know. I don’t think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It’s not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I’m okay once I realize you’re here.”

When someone mentions my favorite fandom.