i love this guy

in which stephanie experiences an extremely normal and not at all unhealthy amount of crippling emotions

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Careers: volunteer they said
Careers: it will be fun they said


norsed: thesheepenthusiast: Apologies to the hunger games. This took me a while. Like, a good five minutes. But once I got what it spells out I had the stupidest grin on my face. Agreed.

norsed:

thesheepenthusiast:

Apologies to the hunger games.

This took me a while. Like, a good five minutes. But once I got what it spells out I had the stupidest grin on my face.

Agreed.



mellarkia:

The Reaping from the Avox, Lavinia’s POV.

There’s a large, abandoned warehouse where we, the Avoxes, are sometimes permitted to watch small sections of important broadcasts if we are not otherwise needed (under heavy supervision, of course). The rich and prosperous do not like our eyes on their expensive televisions. I see only glimpses of television in passing or from the corner of my eye. Staring for too long results in punishment. We gave up the right to free information when we defied the Capitol. But my owner is attending the Capitol gathering to watch the reaping highlights tonight, so I am permitted to watch the broadcast in the warehouse. One old television sits in the middle of the room. The only noise in a crowd of the terminally silent. The Reapings go as usual; horrific, tiresome, thrilling. But the final District is being called, and then I see her, and her strong voice echoes around the space. I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute. Can it be her? Am I mistaken? No. You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.



The Reaping from Mr Mellark’s POV.

My eyes find the girl - the woman - I had once hoped to marry in the crowd as her daughter’s name is called, only for her other daughter to volunteer in her place. Katniss Everdeen. I find the back of Peeta’s head in the crowd, blonde hair shining in the sun. I barely have time to take pity for him, watching the girl he’s so admired all his life stand up and accept her probable death. Because the boys are being called, and it’s Peeta Mellark. He steps forward, and for a second I see a tiny boy running home and telling me that he’s met the girl he wants to marry and she’s called Katniss. 

Oh, my boy. My poor boy.



madge: you didn't have to cut me out
madge: make out like i never happened and i was nothing




You’re all they’re talking about! 

You’re all they’re talking about! 





"You know what really made me fall in love with Katniss? It was that, for once, this is a woman in a movie who is focused on something other than who her boyfriend is. She’s forced into an arena to fight for survivial – she’s thrown into a way and becomes a political figure without even realizing it – and that is far more interesting than her romantic life. Look, I loved working with both Josh and Liam, but as far as Katniss is concerned, I think that with all she has going on, the very bottom of her priorities list is the question of who her next boyfriend is going to be."
— Jennifer Lawrence (via gigglemonster)





Peeta: hey i just met you
Peeta: and this is crazy
Peeta: but i know everything about you but you were the one not paying attention and i watched you walk home every single day since the first day of school when your hair was in two braids instead of one and the teacher asked who knows the valley song and your hand shot straight up and i love you
Peeta: so call me maybe


And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.



“Make sure they remember you.”



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