I’m listening to Rue’s Farewell and crying.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.
(Source: kingtommens, via mockingjay-)
AU Movie Poster
When they are unexpectedly united by a common cause, Katniss Everdeen, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson enter into a war they never thought would happen. With a little help from their friends and their own unique abilities, the trio form an unlikely alliance to rid the world of a mysterious enemy so terrifying that they are going to need every bit of help they can get…
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That’s when we hear Maysilee begin to scream. The alliance is over and she broke it off, so no one could blame him for ignoring her. But Haymitch runs for her, anyway. He arrives only in time to watch the last of a flock of candy pink birds skewer her through the neck. He holds her hand while she dies, and all I can think of is Rue and how I was too late to save her, too.
(Source: how-clovely, via lanoshea)
Roses. Wolf mutts. Tributes. Frosted Dolphins. Friends. Mockingjays. Stylists. Me. Everything screams in my dreams tonight.
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Peeta’s episodes from Katniss’ POV (post-Mockingjay).
Nights like these are the worst. He’ll freeze, scrunch his face up as though trying to swallow something bitter, and rush out into the rain like a man searching for his soul. I find him, half an hour later, huddled in some old coal-storage unit that’s half burned down so it offers no protection from the icy rain and wind. He looks at me, wild. There’s fear; so much fear as I approach him, and Dr Aurelius’ words run through my mind; don’t approach too quickly, no sudden movements, keep conversation quiet and neutral, show no hostility…Peeta’s huddled on the floor, soaking wet and shivering from the cold and from the terror. It takes me a couple of minutes of the cure-all quiet, neutral conversation before he’ll let me sit next to him, but only a few moments after that before he crumbles next to me and lets me pull his head down into my neck and hold him while he rides out the tears. The grief has to come, the tears have to flow. Peeta will have episodes, and so will I, but we will always come back. Home is each other; home will never leave.
I act, I sing, I dance, I play the trumpet & french horn, I make ugly faces. I basically do a lot. I'm a huge nerd and I'm pretty funny. You can find me reading a book, singing, or dancing badly. I enjoy Harry Potter, Once Upon A Time, Music, and The Hunger Games. I blog about Teen Wolf occasionally.
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