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“What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button? How would I spend the hours I now commit to combing the woods for sustenance if it were so easy to come by? What do they do all day, these people in the Capitol, besides decorating their bodies and waiting around for a new shipment of tributes to rill in and die for their entertainment?”

do you ever wonder how many times Katniss had that dream about Peeta coming in to comfort her after a nightmare, imagine she sees him die and then wakes up, and she’s temporarily okay because he’s there, and then she wakes up for real and that was a dream too

"i wake myself up out of nightmares and find there’s no relief in waking"

i think Finnick had a point and i think she had that dream every night, every night that he was away, and every night when he first got back, only at that point it was him attacking her, and yet when she wakes up after that she feels so alone and empty

(it’s not in the text, but my God…can you imagine?)

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For The Band - Chapter 1 -                P R E V I E W


Katniss Everdeen and her band ‘The New Romantics’ start their tour around the United States this summer. But what they weren’t expecting? Their rival band ‘The Muse’ to be joining them. Peeta Mellark is the most sought after musician in the nation, leading ‘The Muse’ to become one of the fastest up and coming bands. Will their bands be able to settle their differences in order to work together on this tour?


“It’s been a pleasure meeting you.” His eyes lock with mine once again, and before I have the chance to realize what’s happening, he’s lifting my hand to his mouth, placing a firm, steady kiss upon my palm before swiftly dropping it down to my side. I’m embarrassed by the way my skin flushes a deep crimson, giving Peeta another perfect opportunity to give me that flashy smirk.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I mutter, wiping the back of my hand against my black skinny jeans. I chance a glance around the room, and to my utter mortification, find everyone’s eyes on me.

“I’m hurt,” Peeta retorts, popping the straw back into his mouth and clenching his jaw. “You would think you would have a bit less resilience towards me, considering we are going to be spending the entire summer together.” I have to bit my tongue to avoid screaming vicious obscenities at him.

“Bite me,” I snap, turning on my heels to walk out of the room. But I don’t miss the way I feel his body’s proximity as he whispers “Careful, Kitty.” Nor do I miss the way his hot breath tickles my neck as I hear his voice lilt in an alluring purr. My eyes widen in horrification, and I whip around, raising my arm with every intent to slap him, when Gale’s fingers wrap around my wrist.