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Worst Takes on The Hunger Games

Ripping this idea from @princesssarisa who has polls for the worst takes of Little Women and Pride and Prejudice.

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"So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent. [...] And right when your song ended, I knew—just like your mother—I was a goner.” [Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins]

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Katniss, cooking: Hey Peeta, guess what I’m making? 

Peeta, without looking up: A mess?

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everlark being words of affirmation gf and acts of service bf is veeery eldest daughter and youngest son of them and it makes me 🥺

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Will never, ever get over the Toasting exists. Collins literally created a wedding ceremony based on bread and fire...the literal two things her main character and her love interest are both tied to symbolically. Like she literally connected them to love and marriage and she could not be more explict with it if she tried.

Make no mistake as insane as we are about Everlark, the captain here will always be Collins herself.

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I love the fact so much that Collins wrote a story about a fake relationship between people who really love each other and aren't enemies or hate each other. In fact, they like and respect each other so much.

My girl subverting all the clichés.

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tw: pain, childbirth.

When I was pregnant the first time, my mother told me something that I never forgot. She said that babies show you who they are while still in your belly.

I didn’t understand what she meant until my daughter arrived at the 37th week of pregnancy. Barely premature. In medical terms, she was ready to be born, but I, the person carrying her, was sure she wasn't ready yet. Willow decided she wanted come out and made my uterus contract and my hips widen to get her out. Even though I begged her to give up the idea.

“Don't be in a hurry, you can stay there as long as you want.” I remember whisper to my own belly, already having painful contractions. After complaining so much about how tired I was of being pregnant, I was afraid that her rush to be born was because of me. But I was wrong, she was just curious to go out, looking forward to her freedom. I tried to warn that the world was much colder and much scarier than she could imagine, but she was determined.

Her birth wasn’t as bad as I thought, in reality. It was quick and it was painful. But the pain never scared me. I closed my eyes and didn't fight with my own body. I let everything happen and just let my mother tell me what to do. I don’t remember if I screamed or cried or moaned... Because every time a contraction came I left my body and only came back when it was over.

When I opened my eyes his blue eyes were there. Looking at me scared, trying to make sure I was alive. He was the only thing that comforted me at that moment, the only thing that kept me standing. It was Peeta's arms that held me through that long winter night. I couldn't sit or lie down without crying in pain. Standing, with my body resting on his, was the least painful position I found to face the contractions.

It was as if we were dancing a waltz, but the music was just my screams. At the end, when the sun started to rise, I swore I could hear the sound of birds. They sounded exactly like my father whistling birdsong. I wanted to tell Peeta what I had heard, but I was always distracted by the overwhelming pain and my moans, my mother's words and Peeta's heavy breathing.

He was silent the entire time. I was grateful I didn’t had to hear words of encouragement that wouldn't help me or stutters of pity. He knew I was capable, he knew I could handle it. Sometimes I searched in his eyes for the trust he had in me, to remind myself that I was able to do it. And I always found what I was looking for.

When I felt her coming out I bent down on my knees and pushed. I could feel the top of her hairy head with my fingers. The pain was absurd and I thought I was going to die from the horrible sensation that filled me. I screamed, so deep and loud that it came out all at once. Her cry made me realized that I had never been so close to life since the day I was born, born from the woman who held Willow for me. My mother was the first person who picked her up.

My legs immediately stopped working. I fell into Peeta's arms and he placed me on our bed. In the same bed we had made Willow.

My mother brought me the little baby in my arms. She was so hot and the air was so cold that all I could do was hold her against me and cover her with a cloth so she wouldn't freeze. While I cried nonstop, so much so that I couldn't even welcome her.

It was Peeta who said it "Hi little girl” for me. As he stroked her hairy, bloody head.

Such a powerful cry for such a small girl, I thought. We were still one, united by a cord and soon it would have to be cut without me being ready. Separating us forever and leaving my baby alone in such a dark world.

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Made the mistake of watching some Hunger Games video essays and ended up hyperfixating again! Wanted to show how young Katniss and Peeta were in the first book, and how three books worth of trauma not only mentally but physically changed them.

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katniss being angry that peeta (who was fully still recovering from his hijacking) didn’t defend her when gale said she’d pick whoever she couldn’t survive without has MASSIVE “you said something mean to me in a dream and now i’m mad you at you for something you didn’t do” energy

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Peeta: You have to learn to love yourself.

Katniss: Don't you hate yourself?

Peeta: Yes, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Peeta craves the love that Katniss’s parents had.

Katniss fears the love her parents had.

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THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK day 1: favorite book/ movie → The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

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i think calling katniss’ bluff is in peeta’s top 5 favourite activities

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Katniss: I think Haymitch mixed up our lunches. Look.

Katniss: *Holds up a note that says “I love you so much”*

Peeta: Oh, that explains this

Peeta: *Holds up a note that says “Please behave, for the love of God, behave”*

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Quietly one of Katniss and Peeta's best kisses. They're in their "real friends/fake lovers" phase but here she kisses him because she genuinely wants to, not because she has to.

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there’s a part of me that wants to be stupidly famous *just* so I can have a platform large enough to say that the love story is so integral to The Hunger Games and have the whole world hear me

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Katniss: I have chosen Gale and the Rebellion.

Peeta: *suggests that they shouldn't quell the rebellion, breaks the law to offer Rue's and Thresh's families money, uses his velvet tongue to enrapture the Capitol people, lies about Katniss being pregnant in an attempt to stop the Quarter Quell, refuses to fight for his own life in either of his two Games*

girl Peeta's continued existence is an act of rebellion!!!!! he's rebelled against oppression since y'all were 11 years old and he tossed you that bread! his compassion is more rebellious than Gale's fury ever was.