The Hunger Games - Blog Posts

botany major!katniss, who isn’t so good with her words, so she gifts you flowers that correlate with what she’s feeling. you walk hand in hand through the woods as she points out different plants, rambling on about how to recognize various species and their distribution patterns.

fine arts major!peeta, working tirelessly at his family’s bakery, making personalized latte art which leaves him with huge tips at the end of the day. all of his peers recognize you as the inspiration for all of his assignments, your features taking up every bit of his sketchbook.

mechanical engineering major!gale, his schedule so full and busy but always making time to see you daily. you’re always the first to hear about how he did on a particular exam, cuddled up as you watch nature documentaries.

aquatic biology major!finnick, known around campus as the university heartthrob. he spends most of his free time at the docks or the beach, feet always bare and buried underwater, occasionally splashing you playfully. suntanning and writing your initials in the sand is how your dates usually go.

athletic training major!johanna, who caresses your sleeping features and plants a small kiss on your forehead before leaving for her morning run. she teasingly flexes her muscles while you’re applying kinesiology tape on her body.

[5.25pm, wip]

coriolanus. swoony type, curly hair, bedroom eyes, cheeks like wine.

above tipsy coriolanus snow was a sight to behold, rare and cartoonishly bizarre. his half lidded expression, playful grin, and most importantly, wandering hands. he can’t quite tell if he’s moderately intoxicated due to the posca he’s been mindlessly sipping on, or the feel of your warm skin against his own. the blond had not had the opportunity to develop a tolerance towards posca, as he’d much rather spend scraps of money he and tigris pull together to buy food, or at least a variation of that.

with his inhibitions out the window, he was much less guarded. less skeptical of the world around him. simply an academy student who had a little bit too much to drink, and uncharacteristically giggles at anything.

coriolanus would not normally put himself in a position where the next words out of his mouth were not thought of and analyzed thoroughly to procure the upper hand in a conversation, but he’s cursed with a nervous fidget of sipping on the contents of whatever glass he’s holding, which got him into this predicament. unaware, bashful, completely and evidently enamored by you.

political science major!coriolanus, whose idea of a night of unwinding is reading a chapter of machiavelli’s ‘the prince’ with a glass of pinot noir in hand. well versed in debate, often dramatically pulling out notecards with bullet points on them as you argue over where to have dinner.

nursing major!sejanus, who is well liked and trusted amongst his peers and professors, being known for a tenderness that you can only find in bob ross painting demonstrations. you help him study by quizzing him until dawn, a kiss for every correct answer energizing him more than any red bull could.

music performance major!lucy gray, always carrying around a honey burst colored guitar, her fingers absentmindedly strumming the air as she walks. she refers to you as her muse, and soothes you to sleep on rough nights with a hushed lullaby specifically written with confessions of love whittled between lyrics.

fashion design major!tigris, who fills out sketchbooks and sketchbooks with extravagant designs she someday hopes will hit the runway. she has appointed herself as your personal stylist, and kisses your temple as she gets your measurements for custom-made pieces.

— au where you’re reaped as sejanus plinth’s tribute from district 2, and he breaks into the arena to get his final goodbyes in.

coriolanus can see the brunette’s jaw tighten in his peripheral vision when highbottom announces that he’ll be mentoring one of the district 2 tributes. that tightness is followed by a deep, deep scowl when the reapings are aired, and your sweet, lamb-like face is shown on the now, sejanus notices, glaring screen. he has half a mind to storm out, but instead swallows thickly to fool his brain into thinking he’s calm and collected.

he remembers you, as if a remnant from a previous life. sejanus knows this is a shameful way of thinking. he’s no capitolite. they can throw as much money as they want at him, keep his stomach full and plump of steak and apple pie, give him the so called luxury of attending the academy, but he knows his name will metaphorically never leave that reaping bowl. for each year the hunger games have commenced, three names were picked from district 2. a boy’s, a girl’s, and sejanus’s. he is in that arena with them, although not physically. and that is what hurts him most. his name, although not verbally chosen and spoken into a microphone, is amongst that litter, and yet he has the privilege, like every capitolite, of leaving the arena every year when the victor is announced, when his fellow district 2 tributes do not have that option.

upon first greeting you at the capitol zoo, a stinging pang shoots through his throat. he has absolutely no idea how he’ll be able to mentor you without completely destroying himself in the process. it’s eating him up inside; this hope that the academy has indirectly forced you to place in him. how that hope, crushed, would leave as you, god forbid, would have to take your final breaths in that arena, with nothing to attach to that despair but sejanus’s face.

you’re timid at first. you too, remembered this familiar face. the big brown eyes, never dull of emotion. long, fluttering eyelashes. he’s much taller now, with curly hair that looks like raw hazelnut under the sun. with the way he’s looking at you, you figured he did not outgrow his tenderness. it was no look of pity, though, but a look of understanding. of sharing your fear, instead of accepting your fate. that made you feel a comfort you haven’t felt since standing in your district’s square.

after a few minutes of silence, of examining each other wordlessly, communicating with shared gazes, sejanus decides to speak up first, albeit everyone knowing it is his heart that speaks for him.

“i am so, so sorry for—”

he begins, but you stop him. there wasn’t a point to this, you think. unless he was the one who picked out your name specifically, why would he even feel the need to apologize? that certainly won’t change anything.

“it’s fine. it’s not your fault. i know, big elephant in the room, i’m behind bars at a zoo. the odds just weren’t in my favor. i’m not sure they will decide they like me later, either.”

sejanus clenches a hand around one of the steel bars at your pessimism, but how can he blame you? he has no hope himself, how could he even possibly think you would? he wishes he could effortlessly bend the barrier separating you two with his palms, grabbing you by the hand and running off somewhere else. somewhere safe. somewhere hopeful. he knows he can’t, and that leaves a shake in his voice as he chooses his next words delicately.

“i just… if there’s any way i could help you, guarantee that you would… walk out of there unharmed…”

“well, i saw the district 12 girl with her supposed mentor in here. inside the zoo. you’re mine, i assume? do what a mentor has to do. mentor me out… and some food won’t hurt, either.”

at the mention of that, sejanus’s face slightly lights up, and he reaches into his scarlet colored blazer pocket, taking out a wrapped napkin and handing it to you. you reach through the bars to take this mysterious item from him, fingers lingering just a bit, and unwrap it to find a sandwich, diagonally cut. you smile wistfully at the simple meal before you, this being the very first act of kindness you’ve been on the receiving end of since coming to the capitol. so much for hosting etiquette.

“thank you, sejanus, really… here,” you say in an unanticipated small voice, holding out one of the pieces.

the brunette freezes. you’re still kind. all of this, and you’re still kind. perhaps that’s all you’ll ever be. perhaps that’s what will be what dooms you in that arena. you will try to speak heart to heart, not sword to sword. he loathes that he’s thinking this way. he absolutely despises that he knows you will not be able to walk away from this without staining your hands red, but what has made a home in his chest is the miserable feeling of not knowing whether you’ll be able to do that. he’s district. he will forever be district, a vow he made at birth. but here he is, standing in front of you, free. here he is, handing you food as though you truly belonged in that zoo. he is everything you wished you could be in that moment, and yet you still decide to share your meal with him, despite the rumbling coming from your stomach. he wants to take it. wants to act like this is a normal picnic that you two are having together, but he knows you need that full sandwich. he knows you should take all you can get.

and so he declines politely. you begin to talk about the changes in district 2 since he’s left, and how life continued, yet everyone was stuck. sejanus emphasizes. he listens. but the dread has not left his system. he starts to think about how he’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough. there’s so much time on the other side, and here it all feels like a constant countdown. never knowing if your time will be cut short. he mentally chastises himself; he needs to be optimistic. he needs to be here for you, now. he needs to think about the life you’ll have when he gets you out, not if. soon enough, you’ll believe it too.

to say that sejanus was a complete wreck watching you enter that arena would be an understatement. the cameras capture your soft features so well that you look displaced. lost. you shouldn’t be there, he thinks. no one should be there. the tears that built up in a split second blur his vision, and when the bell rings, he is there, running as a district 2 tribute.

sejanus watches as you take his advice, as you run and hide immediately, and he is kept at bay through at least that. he can’t lose it now. not when you’ve placed your entire life bare in his hands.

but sejanus is weak, too. he feels too much too often. his thoughts are frantic, and he finds himself in that arena the following night. the thumping in his chest intensifies as the voice at the entrance pleads him to enjoy the show, and he scoffs at that. he checked the cameras before coming, so he knows exactly where you are, and he’s so overwhelmed with the thought of seeing you that it doesn’t register that he has now, momentarily, taken the path he very well could’ve lived if he had not moved to the capitol. sejanus plinth, district 2 tribute.

light footed, he makes his way across the arena, and up the stands. he saw you come out of hiding when it was safe out, when most of the tributes were either asleep or in the tunnels, gathering a weapon or two from the cornucopia then settling on high ground. he figures you were startled once you heard the automatic greeting that played when he walked in, so he whispers your name.

he whispers it again. so delicately. laced with so much sweetness, it feels wrong to say it here.

and then a third time. the syllables now come out desperate. overwrought. he can’t leave without seeing you. touching you. it will break him.

“sejanus?” his ears perk up, and he looks around, frenzied, trying to distinguish the direction your voice came from. you peek out from one of the stands, and when you find those big, brown eyes looking back at you, you pick yourself up entirely and run to hold the man before you. the man who rushed into the possibility of death head on just to wrap his arms around you. he’ll face it all, just for that. oh how he wished you knew how badly he wanted to swap your places.

“you’re… but how? why? it’s dangerous here—” sejanus wastes no time, cupping your cheeks and diving in to kiss you. his hands are holding on to you for dear life, as if his knees will give out without the support. his eyebrows are knit together, focused on the feel of your lips on his. they’re dry, chapped, and cracked, but he doesn’t care. he swipes his tongue along your bottom lip to give you some relief, making a mental note to send you some water as soon as he leaves.

he kisses you until it hurts him. until his lips are swollen and red. until the way you’re tightening your hands on his broad shoulders feels as though it’ll leave bruises. when you break the kiss to breathe, he tries to take you all in. to memorize everything. he desperately needs a pen and paper right this moment so he could draw you as accurately as he can, lest his memory fails him later.

the automatic voice sounds again, and only you turn your attention to the entrance. slowly comes coriolanus snow, the district 12 girl’s mentor, and his eyes scan the arena before they land on yours. you nudge sejanus lightly to direct his gaze to his friend, but he wants more. he can’t leave now. he can’t leave you. not like this.

“it’s okay, sejanus. i’ll be okay. help from the outside, and we’ll see each other again in no time.” you whisper, a tiny bit unconvincingly, eyes glossy. “just take care of yourself, okay?”

sejanus’s lips quiver, and he too whispers. you don’t believe it’s because of the other tributes, but because if he were to speak normally, only a sob would come out.

“you are myself. please take care of me.” you glance down and nod at that, tasting the saltwater that came rushing down your cheek. he wipes the trail that settled along your face, and begrudgingly makes his way to the blond.

sejanus is motivated by the thought, the need, to get you out of there. no matter the methods he uses. no matter the consequences he faces. he has the resources to buy you more time, and he finds himself not above exploiting them.

— suggestive themes, religious allusions.

sejanus plinth makes love as though he’s praying; practicing a religion he has thoroughly devoted himself to. a religion where you’re the sole deity, and he’s willing to give himself up, his own body autonomy, his vulnerability, as an offering.

sejanus knows wiser than most that a god won’t save anybody now, especially the districts, but his mind becomes clouded and dizzy with belief when he inhales your nectar-like scent and captures your ambrosia flavored lips between his.

first comes adoration. he leaves kisses along the side of your neck with a pleading, whining mantra of ‘please’s, asking permission to worship you. to bask in you. to prove his loyalty.

you don’t need to utter a word, just digging your fingers in his brunette curls is enough gospel and clarity to him.

and so comes confession. he proceeds with his ritual, hands gentle, light, but slow. sejanus is not the type to rush his prayers. he knows the more time he spends on his knees, the more rewards he’ll earn. the more he confesses his sins over and over again to you, the cleaner he’ll become. ridding himself of all his thoughts and letting himself become one with you was his momentary salvation.

then, thanksgiving. when he’s on the verge of losing himself in the feeling of your warmth and mercy, he begins to thank you incessantly. he blathers on about his gratitude, tears forming in his eyes, holding you so tight that his knuckles turn white.

and finally, his supplication also comes in white. as he halts his movements and pants in your ear, he feels rejuvenated again. full of hope. sejanus has given himself to you entirely and wholly, offered up his most primal gift, and he prays and prays to you for the day of deliverance.

you were coriolanus snow’s rosebud.

a head of styled and silk soft, golden locks, and eyes so icy blue that they contrast the heat that flushes the two of you as you gasp — pant — for air in a secluded hall of the academy. his pupils dart between yours with a subtle knit of his brows, so blown and full of need that you feel a second, more intense blush creeping up your neck.

could this really be the academy’s star senior? the most diligent student they could offer? skipping a lecture because his yearning is stronger than his desire to learn? those questions are rhetorical, of course, as all three were answered with a simple tug of your sleeve on your way to class, urging you to follow him wordlessly.

“what’s gotten into you, coryo? miss me too much?” you say, lightheartedly. his tense expression never falters, instead offering a twitch of his eye as he takes a short breather. he has a hand sprawled across the fabric of your uniform, holding you close by the small of your back, pushing you up against him, and another cupping your cheek.

coriolanus was emotionally complex. his conditioned way of thinking sadly did not get along with his feelings. he had a compulsive need to control, control, control, and you knew that. he struggled to not let anything slip through the cracks, but hid that behind the facade of a social chameleon.

the blond in front of you, however, was not the coriolanus people were accustomed to. so overcome with hastiness that he was borderline shaking.

“just… just need you… need you and nothing else. tell me you need me too. say it.” coriolanus whispers, demands, and you think for a second that it might be so others meandering through the halls don’t hear, but doubt that, judging by the way his fingers are digging into your skin and the urgency in his eyes. you take a moment to process his request, and nod your head briskly.

you admire the way a curl falls over his temple, so perfectly marigold and twisted, the way his irises look almost crystal-like and so clear that you can see yourself distinctly in the reflection. his lips, pretty and plump, like a meticulously cared for peony that you oh so dared to pluck.

“say it.” so lost in thoughts of admiration, you’re almost startled by the hoarseness of his voice. his tone is imposing, but the pleading pinch of his eyebrows begged and begged for your answer, afraid it might hear different.

“i need you, coriolanus. nothing else.” immediately, the blond’s features soften, wrinkles formed on his forehead finally smoothing over. you don’t question him in moments like this; he’s just in need of grounding every once in a while. the thumb placed on your cheekbone begins to caress you, and he rushes to your lips. hungry. needy. almost as if trying to devour you to keep you all to himself.

class can wait, you decide.

Is anyone going to take one for the team and write a breakfast club style au of SotR or will I just have to do it myself💔

(Please tell me someone else sees the vision)

@pscentral event 36: trios — Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch in The Hunger Games

hunger Games: best movie ever or overrated piece of shit

I finally saw the first Hunger Games, but was it as good as everyone says or was it fucking retarded? Let's find out as I review a movie that's 2 years old. 

this movie doesn't feature birds on fire, but it should of

For people who don't what the hungry-man games are, its a movie based off of a book about kids killing each other for the entertainment of gay people. Hey I'm not trying to sound homophobic or anything, that's just how I see it.  

The Good 

Let's start with the good shit since I don't want somebody throwing a fucking shit-fest over all the crap I'm about to say about the Mcdicks games. 

The first thing is that Jennifer Lawrence is a good actor in my opinion, well for somebody who's in her 20's, but she's still a very good actor in my opinion, just not the greatest. She did a really great job acting, but I just enjoyed her better in X-men First Class, probably because it wasn't as serious so it was just fun to watch. While in the Hunger Games it's a world where gay nazis force kids to kill each for live tv because everything else on is shit. 

If kat was secretly mystique, I would called Hunger Games the best movie ever 

Everyone else did okay. 

I also thought that the romance between Cat lady and Peta was good, but not in a way that it's well written or anything. Just in a way that they she know its bullshit and are just playing it for the cameras

I also thought that the action scenes were fun to watch, not that they're good, just because I like watching kids murder other kids. What? The homo Nazis were really onto something because I would watch the shit out of that. 

The Bad 

Since I've gotten what I liked out about the movie, out of the way, let's get to the stemming pile of shit. First off, the entire idea for the Hunger Games are fucking stupid. The bad guys want to prevent people from rebelling against them and I do that by creating a situation where they force kids to kill each other on live television and makes everyone watch it. That's just asking for people to overthrow you and you've been doing it for how long? 74 years. 

Next off, everyone in the movie is a fucking idiot. the only reason catwoman survived wasn't because she was fucking Bear Grylls, but because everyone else is fucking stupid and she got incredibly lucky. The first thing that comes to mind is the tree scene since that part made me cringe. Okay, assuming none of could climb a tree for shit, they could of still tried to throw rocks at her until she falls down and stab her to death, not go to sleep all at once like a bunch of fucking retards.

Good thing everyone below me have brain damage or else I would have surely been killed. 

That's just one part of Cat girl's extreme luck. The rest of it is even more stupid. She spends like 3 hours hosting a funeral for black little girl to ensure movie has tearjerking moment, I thought it was fucking dumb. Okay, I don't care if she was her best friend or something, exposing yourself like that is just stupid also when she started tripping balls and somehow doesn't get stabbed.

 I guess the arena is just really fucking big, but that just makes the part where Black kid saves Mystique from evil girl even more stupid. (I'm sorry that I can only remember Kat person, Gayle and Peta's name, but you have to admit that everyone else's name or fucking retarded and nobody can just be named steve or john or Harold or anything normal.) What? Was he following her the entire so he can high five her and thank her for avenging little black girl's death or did he just happen to be there when it happened. 

he was gonna given her a gift basket, but she ran off before he could

It's really weird since people act smart, but when Kit Kat gets involved everyone else becomes a dumbass to show how much of a hero she is. A good example is when the kids from district 1 dig up a bunch of landmines, place a bunch of shit in the middle and plant a bunch of landmines to kill anyone stupid enough to go grab something. That's smart, since digging up, disarming and replanting land mines aren't an easy thing to do, so it makes the tree scene all the more stupid. 

Also the ending was really dumb since it doesn't really make any sense. So Katiffer and animal rights are about to commit suicide by eating poison berries and the evil government with nothing to lose pussies out. This is both dumb and confusing since they had no problem shooting fireballs at people, having mutant killer bees and roided up superdogs going after them, but them committing suicide just screams trouble

We don't want them not killing each other so let's throw lethal fireballs at them that can kill them in one, so they will kill people...that doesn't make any sense.

I guess by having Kat and Peta bread commit suicide its them rebelling against the man, but what do they care? Having them acting like its some big deal, when clearly its not just makes the villains look like a bunch of pussies in my opinion. 

What I Imagine true evil to be like the hunger games universe 

Also if there so worried about there not being a winner, why did they send mutant dogs after them? And what would they have done if they are killed? And don't say they had microchips in their brain to stop them from killing them, but they clearly killed somebody at the end. 

I know the rest of these are just nitpicks, but they really bothered me. So how does decorating cakes give you the skill to make camouflage that would impress the military. Also in a place where bread is gold and they hunt squirrels for food, animal rights somehow finds time to decorate. In a place where life is absolute shit, how does everyone remain attractive? Food is in short supply, but at least we're well stocked on shampoo and moisturizer.  

Also the capitol is the gayest place ever. I'm not trying to sound homophobic or anything, that just how I see it and you can't deny the capitol isn't gay. It's like if the gay agenda was actually true and not something retards say. 

What the average capitol citizen looks like

Also the CGI dogs totally brought me out of the action. You know when there's that when scene in the movie that totally brings you out of the immersion, the dog scene was that. I guess the ps2 graphics would passed in the early 200's but not in 2012. 

The Verdict 

I thought the Hunger Games was fucking retarded. The books are probably better, the movie still sucked. I know some people are probably gonna ask for me to change my opinion, but that doesn't really mean shit to me or any other fan of the Hunger Games if I say Space Jam was better then the Hunger Games. (note: the last sentence I believe since Space jam had rap in it and Micheal Jordan in it, Hunger Games did not.)  

Space Jam is the greatest movie ever

So there's my review and if you have a problem with me not liking your shit then you go suck a retard Camel's dick until its cum goes down your mouth. I still respect your opinion just so as long as do act like a little bitch 

written by Thundernator 

Next time I review Avatar: the ultimate CGI fuckfest

yess cause finnick knew everyones secrets, EVERYONE'S. im sure snow told him about lucygray without mentioning her name and he talked to mags about it and put two and two together

my boy's smart, thats why he kept pushing katniss

lucygray never died

don’t try to convince me that one of those secrets about snow finnick knew about wasn’t lucy gray. he was so close to mags, who won the 11th hunger games, a few MONTHS after lucy gray’s games. mags definitely remembers lucy gray and probably something about what happened between her and show, and she definitely would’ve told finnick

idc about any plot holes in this theory im dying on this hill ok

what if they filmed tbosas the way fleabag is filmed so that the audience got to see snow's inner monologue, so every so often tom blyth would turn to the camera and just talk.

its haunting honestly

Katniss describing Peeta:

“Medium height, stocky build, ashy blonde hair that falls in waves over his forehead.”

“For the first time, I look at him and realize that ablaze with the fake flames, he is dazzling.”

“He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful.”

“I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink…”

“I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don’t notice because they’re so blonde. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they’re a light golden color and so long I don’t see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.” (girl you’re obsessed)

“My eyes travel up to where the flames licked across his forehead, singeing away his brows but just missing his eyes. Those same blue eyes that used to meet mine and then flit away at school. Just as they do now.”

Katniss describing Gale:

“Gale does look striking in the uniform, I guess.”

Dan and Phil Games is back.

New Hunger Games movie.

David Tennant is the Doctor again.

The official Merlin twitter account is active.

Toast Babies re-design

More info under cut

Not much has changed from my first post

Willow is still silly and can sleep anywhere but that’s from being basically nocturnal

Willow and Paul silver are still 5years apart but there’s only 1 year between Paul and Jolene Pearl

Paul Silver usually goes by Paul or Paul silver if you want to be fancy but Jolene Pearl almost exclusively goes by Pearl

Personality’s

Willow: her heads in the clouds, her favorite word is “what?”. Silly and likes to make jokes and will explain things using references to tv and video games. If Star Trek survived she would be a HUGE Star Trek fan. Made the poor decision of deciding to study chemistry and mechanical engineering. Is good at it but it made her already bad sleep schedule worse. Scared of spiders and most wildlife. Forever the shortest at 5’4 max. Closest with her dad.

Paul: LOVES NATURE. Is the most talkative of the three but can’t lie for shit and was always the first to crack under pressure. Now is a combination of Huey and Webby. Always an optimist and usually has the knowledge to back it up. Want to work in forestry in 12. Katniss is his troop leader. Always has a backpack(not pictured above) that somehow has everything you need no matter how strange. Love’s history and art as well. The tallest at 6’1 and is taller than Peeta. Closest with his mom

Pearl: is the only allistic of the three. Really sassy and always has a good comeback. Resting bitch face + her mother’s scowl. The most combative and angry, she is the bully’s bully. Loves talking about fashion and makeup with Effie but is actually closest to her pawpaw Haymitch. Is in ballet, does theatre, and opera. She has the best singing voice and the best at designing and frosting cakes. Gets to be 6’0 also taller than Peeta.

All three: have skill in art from painting with dad. Have at least 4 baking recipes memorized. Can shoot a bow and arrow but skill varies(Pearl is the best). Will make fun of each other mercilessly.

Hay this be a dumb question to anyone in fandom but I was wondering if you could tell me why do you enjoy creating or engaging in aus and fanfiction? My significant other doesn't understand why I enjoy these things and I don't have the words to explain why. My intent in gathering this information is not to convince him to like fandom but to understand why I like fandom or why others May enjoy fandom. Specifically when it comes to fanfiction and aus.

So I really like the popular fanon of the hunger games being a memoir that Katniss wrote and published. But recently I came across an analysis here on tumblr (don’t remember by who) about how Katniss writing and publishing the hunger games is out of character for canon Katniss. That got me thinking about how in the real world people close to and especially the children or parents of a famous person will write or edit a diary of a loved one after they have died.

So here’s the idea what if Katniss wrote down her experiences in a journal in order to process her trauma perhaps around the time of the epilogue. Fast forward years into the future and Katniss and Peeta have died of old age, while going through all their parents stuff the toast babies find the journals and decide to read them.

Together they would publish the journals maybe as a way to preserve their parents story or their might be some misleading rumors they want to stop. Ether way the toast babies publish the books and Katniss stays in character.

Here’s Willow the eldest of the toast babies!

It’s 2am and I’m thinking about the everlark kids. A lot of fan things about them are as babies or young kids but any time they are older they fall into boring stereotypes of teenagers.

So here are my head cannons for the toast babies but mostly the eldest.

There are three total all five years apart, so if the eldest is 16, the middle is 11 and the youngest is 6

It goes girl boy girl

The eldest daughter is weird, she is very girly and likes dresses and makeup but she is also extremely lazy and doesn’t like doing things.

If you’ve seen ice cream sandwich on YouTube that is her sense of humor is like and personality.

Can sleep through anything at anytime, anywhere. It’s like her super power.

The two younger however are very active and have played multiple sports and activities but the eldest is the one who has been to the hospital the most.

The youngest is the most like her mother, I have a short story in my head of her 16th birthday party and Katniss realizes just how alike her and her youngest are.

The middle child and only boy is more like Huey from ducktales and is a total nerd. If there is a wilderness scouts in district 12 he’s in it. If not he is the founding member.

I can see the eldest and Peeta having a really close relationship and connecting over dad jokes.

That’s all I have for now. Still don’t know what to name them other than the eldest being willow but I’m open to suggestions.

Peeta is done! Here they are together! I literally never draw men so this was a challenge.

I’m in the middle of trying to draw Peeta but it’s not coming out right so I’m going to come back to him later. But for now I made a joke oc!

Meet Mel and Donut

Mel was the victor of the 72nd hunger games and is from district 8

She grew up on a sheep farm next to a village in the middle of nowhere

I have a lot to say about this farm and how her name got pulled but I don’t want to get into it right now

She won her games by taming a wolf mutation who fought alongside her/for her

This is Donut she’s a huge wolf, probably as big as a Mastiff with huge teeth and claws that was made to kill, but the capital forgot to take out the pack bonding and after a joint traumatic experience Mel and Donut became inseparable

Here’s the joke part since Donut is a wolf and looks like a big fluffy husky she became so popular that no one even remembers Mel

Even on official documents and public appearances Donut is labeled the victor instead of Mel

Mel and Donut mostly just live on her parents sheep farm next to a village that’s so small and remote they didn’t even know there was a war

I actually do want to talk about the village now

I don’t think the capital has enough resources to have control over everyone in North America, I’m not talking about the well documented small town I’m talking about the random groups of people that live in the middle of nowhere and Alaska

Mels from one of those groups

What the capital just thinks is Mel’s dad and uncle’s sheep farm is a small village of less than 300 people, there lives are still terrible but there’s no peacekeepers

I’m re reading the hunger games right now so I drew Katniss in comfy clothes ☺️

You wanna know what it's like?

Depression is like having a million Dementors following you everywhere, and no simple Patronus charm can get rid of them. They'll always be back.

Having a panic attack is like getting stung by a thousand Tracker Jackers, but no matter what you think, you won't die. You never do.

Having Social Anxiety is like being forced to go through your Fear Landscape, every day, for your entire life.

oh I forget ampert is only 12 my heartttr

hihi. kill me

ok so pls stp🙏🙏

so you’re telling me that after what happened to louella/lou lou haymitch had to watch peeta come back from the capitol as a “mutt version of himself” and question whether the shell of a human with peeta’s face was even peeta at all

and he had to do all that SOBER???

oh fuckkkkk youuuu

the way the gun is kissing my head is insane

haymitch says himself katniss is like him, but luckier.

katniss realized the berries were nightlock before peeta ate them.

i think yall could guess but Fade frfr

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

Now this is MY KIND of multifandom. 🙄

Catch me in the corner uncontrollably sobbing every time I remember Newt and Peeta became their worst fears and tried to kill the one they loved.

Me: *watches a movie series adapted from a book series*

Me: Alright I'm going to join the fandom and maybe buy the books-

*Me eventually joining the fandom and learning about the series*

*Sees the entire fandom fighting and arguing on about how inaccurate the movies are compared to the books*

Me: Holy shit here we go again-