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everlarksquell · 2 months
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imagine being determined about someone so much that when there’s a secret plan to keep you alive the people in it have to make sure that they keep the one person you’d protect with your life alive as well because without them you wouldn’t keep fighting for yourself. everlark can’t be topped.
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flshfish · 3 months
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drawing an illustration for every hunger games book 1/4
mockingjay
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starrrbakerrr · 5 months
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The Hunger Games trilogy, text to screen (in/spo)
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yeriyes · 4 months
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Rip to "Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus." "Can you imagine naming your child Reaper and them ending up in the reaping?" "Poor Lucy Gray. Poor ghost girl singing away with her birds." and "Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings." We deserved you in the movie....
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sleazyjanet · 1 month
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may the odds be ever in your favor !
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noveaucolors · 2 months
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i heard we’re rereading the hunger games again so here’s some book katniss for your viewing pleasure
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billysgun · 6 months
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sponsors
|you're allying with finnick during the quarter quell when a sponsor sends a delicious sauce for the fish finnick caught.|
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sweat dribbles down your face as the rest soaks in your jumpsuit. you're lightly panting as the greenery whistles and sings about. birds and exotic animals hiding as you haven't even seen one yet. hunger scratches and pulls at your insides, you try to stay alert as you wait for Finnick's return but you can't with all this chipping from the wildlife.
you hear a rustle and you're up with your knife in front of Finnick's nose, you lay your arm down immediately as he looks rather amused with your half-assed attempt to kill him
"you know, slicing someone's nose off isn't the fastest way to kill them" he teases you, sitting down as he places the fish he caught on some huge leaves. so his trip to the ocean side was successful.
you can't stop the smile stretching your face as he cuts the fish with such certainty and assuredness, that you almost don't hear the jingling of the sponsor
it lands on the branch above your head and you quickly open it, your face contorts as a red liquid drips onto your hand
"what is it?" Finnick asks, not looking up from his fish
you're nose flares at the familiar scent of spices, you bring it to your lips and recognize it as the shrimp sauce you had back in the capitol
you sit back down and place it in front of him "it's the red sauce" you vaguely say but he knows immediately. hazel eyes wide as he dips the fish in it, you reach over to a piece of fresh fish and dip it as well, the spicy taste mixed with the salty fish calms your needy stomach right away
Finnick laughs slightly as he grabs another piece before he's even finished his first bite "this is extremely unexpected but delicious" you agree with the randomness of the sponsor, usually they're for emergencies but this just might be a plus for allying with Finnick Odair
"don't eat so fast, we still need to hike tonight" you remind him, your other allies still lost as he rolls his eyes and hums a simple "mmhm."
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lettersfrompanem · 29 days
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Haymitch, angrily: Katniss, come here! why don’t you do what I say??!?! Katniss: oh my god what did I do now??? Effie: he’s not calling you, dear Katniss: ??? Effie: Haymitch calls the most aggressive goose like that Katniss: Haymitch: you should feel honored. [points at one solitary, furious goose] that one’s Johanna. she doesn’t let me approach her and I’m terrified of her to be honest Johanna: what the fuck man
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diana-foggy-master · 3 months
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𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰
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ay-arte · 6 months
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I have re-read the first book of the hunger games , and i felt like I was 13 years again.
I forgot why I Loved Katniss and all the series, so, thank you The Hunger Games renaissance.
And Thank U for the love of the WIP, it was mind blowing 💕 I will try and keep doing more of this characters.
If you want to see the process video let me know
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lovebeatriceplz · 3 months
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Nothing makes me happier than the hunger games bts pictures😭:
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They feel like home
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everlarksquell · 17 days
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i see people constantly breaking down over how hijacked peeta still remembered katniss’s favorite color but i feel that the fact that he gave her a canned lamb stew is a little bit overlooked??? like- despite everything they did to him, his memories from their time in the cave (and maybe more things, but i’m headed in that direction bc in mockingjay katniss specifically thought about when they ate the stew together) during the 74th games were so engraved in his mind that he saw the can, read the label saying “lamb stew” and he thought about how she had enjoyed that dish so much that they ended up deciding to wait an hour to eat another serving back when they were in the arena, so he gave the can to her because he wanted her to have the pleasure of eating her favorite capitol dish once more. i’m incredibly sick.
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flshfish · 4 months
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my hunger games special interest has been reawakened 😭😭
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starrrbakerrr · 3 months
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THE HUNGER GAMES APPRECIATION WEEK: FAVORITE ARENA
Something seems to be wrong with my vision. The ground is too bright and shiny and keeps undulating. I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap up over my boots. Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire. (Catching Fire, Chapter 18)
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yeriyes · 4 months
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People need to realize Snow had to be pretty. Tom Blyth is the perfect cast, in the beginning of the book he could only count on his beauty for people to trust him. That's why as he got older Katniss notice that he got fillers, he kept taking care of his beauty because he knew the importance of charm (and that's why tributes gets dressed for the interviews etc) it's a some kind of "halo effect"
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girls-dont-cry-mp4 · 2 months
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mornings
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a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app for a solid two weeks but here it is, finally. i've written smut like one time before so pls be nice. i'm not that good at it 😭. anyways, i hope you enjoy and if you do, maybe hit that reblog button.
if you decide to follow me, don't be disappointed because i don't write that much, even though i'm trying to. luv ya <3 enjoy
also, i know that i’ve used that gif before but it’s my fav. leave me alone.
pairing: finnick x fem!reader
summary: a morning with finnick turns into something else
warnings: fluff in the beginning and end, the corniest nicknames i could think of, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, bad writing, maybe grammar mistakes and stuff, no use of y/n (thank god, i hate using that in my stuff), it’s a bit short but i tried ok pls don’t hate
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the morning sun shines through the open windows of yours and finnick’s shared bedroom. paper thin, white curtains flutter lightly in the breeze just as the young man’s eyes flutter open. finnick inhales deeply. the air smells of saltwater, the sea and the flowers in your front yard. he screws his eyes shut, opens them again and blinks a few times before turning to lay on his stomach. his eyes wander around the room, mind still foggy. a soft smile forms on his lips when he lets his glare lingers on your sleeping form.
your breath is even, one of your hands laying closer to him than the other. almost like you’re reaching for him. your skin is bathed in the warm sunlight, giving you a golden glow. his fingers intertwine with yours as finnick moves closer to you. his arms wrap around your middle, face buried in the fabric of his shirt you’re wearing. he deeply inhales your scent, which is ironic because the shirt smells like him. all of the clothes you wear to bed do. he pulls you closer as you stir in your sleep, slowly starting to wake up.
‘well, g’morning, love,’ you murmur after finnick places a soft kiss on your cheek.
‘morning,’ he replies, his morning voice raspy, sea green eyes looking up at you. 
your eyes flutter shut again and you let out a sigh. your fingers find his golden curls just like his lips the skin of your neck and jaw.
‘no marks,’ you slur sleepily.
‘cant guarantee that,’ he mutters before purposefully leaving a little hickey. 
‘finn,’ you whine and pull his head back so his eyes find yours. there’s a smug grin on his face. ‘i’m sorry, sugar.’
he’s not. finnick loves leaving marks in visible places. so everyone knows who you belong to. and you secretly love it, too. you hum in disapproval and pout but start giggling when he places his lips on yours and lightly squeezes your ass through the fabric of you shorts. his lips trail down your jawline until he starts kissing your neck again, mockingly careful not to leave marks this time.
his breath is warm against your skin and a sigh escapes your lips. his mouth travels downwards while his hands travel upwards, underneath your shirt, feeling the skin of your back before moving to the front. finnick’s hand cups your right breast, gently massaging it and twirling your nipple between thumb and index finger. the other hand tucks at the hem of your shirt, silently telling you to take it off. you do as you’re told and soon his lips wrap around the other bud, tongue swirling around it. the sea green eyes you love looking at so much are glaring up at you to see your facial expressions shift.
your mouth agape, eyes screwed shut and a light frown visible. a soft gasp leaves your mouth as he continues his work, fingers tracing patterns and lines on your skin only he can understand. finnick spends all the time he needs on your breasts, coating your skin in his saliva, sucking and lapping until they’re basically one big hickey. your mind is foggy from sleep and all the pleasure you are receiving. he pulls the waistband of your shorts down slowly and goes back to kissing your lips and cheeks sleepily. you hum, eyes half open, fingers drawing little hearts, stars and waves on his chest and abs. 
‘gods, you’re beautiful,’ finnick mutters in his sleepy state as he caresses your folds through the white lace of your panties. he pushes the fabric to the side and starts circling his thumb around your clit.
‘have you seen yourself?’ you slur sleepily. finnick chuckles at that.
‘stay awake, yeah?’ 
the answer he gets is a soft whimper and a nod.
‘i’ve barely touched you and you’re already making such pretty sounds, sugar,’ he teases lovingly. the noises coming from your mouth sound like how he imagines angels to sing. they’re music to his ears. 
‘more, please, finny,’ you beg. he smiles at the nickname, presses one last kiss to your chest and goes lower on you, trailing kisses on his way, while plunging one finger into your tight pussy. a surprised gasp leaves your mouth. 
‘you’re so wet for me, sweet girl’
he exhales against your soaked folds, making you shiver as another finger goes in and curls upwards, hitting that spongy  spot inside you that makes you see stars. ‘fuck,’ you moan out. 
‘i make you feel good, huh?’ a kiss on your inner thigh, fingers quickening their pace, a kiss to the opposite thigh. 
‘mhmm,’ you nod dumbly and a startled gasp leaves your mouth as finnick runs his tongue through your cunt, stopping to suck on your clit. his lips and skilled tongue wrap around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking and licking it like the way you taste is his favourite thing in the world. because it is.
you can feel the familiar knot in your stomach starting to build up as he continues doing his work on you. you can’t help but grab his hair and pull him even closer, wanting more, all of it. and he’s more than happy to give you all of it, all of him. his tone is demanding as he speaks. 
‘look at me.’ even though your head is heavy with sleep and the pleasure you’re receiving, you manage to lift it off the pillow. and it’s worth the effort.
you’re met with the sight you love so much; finnick’s piercing, sea-green eyes looking up at you as he devours you like a starving man, fingers still pounding into you. his skilled tongue is drawing letters on your clit, spelling his name with it. he’s all yours and you’re his. 
F-I-N-N-I-C-K 
the knot in your stomach tightens as your head falls back onto the bed, back arching as he hits that glorious spot again. ‘shit-,’ you choke out. ‘please, finn.’ your eyes screw shut, your free hand clutches in the sheets tightly. lucky for him, finnick is holding your thighs apart because otherwise you would hurt him with how hard you’re pushing them together
‘that’s it, baby, cum on my face,’ he coos. his words, giving you the permission to finally release, send you over the edge. the knot in your stomach snaps, your thighs start shaking. your mouth forms an oval, unable to make any sounds at all. finnick hungrily laps up every last drop of your arousal, letting you ride out your orgasm, your hips rolling against his face in an instinct.
‘you’ve been so good f’me, such a good girl.’ his lips capture yours again in a passionate kiss. you can taste yourself on his tongue and lips. one of your hands reaches down to return the favour but it’s met with cum-stained boxers. finnick smiles apologetically, his cheeks flush in embarrassment. ‘’m sorry, sweetheart,’ he says quietly as you giggle at his flustered state.
‘i love you, finnick.’
‘i love you, too, sugar.’
a/n: no idea why but i’m so nervous to post this aahhhhhhhh
why can i write the most angsty and fluffy shit but i can’t write smut which is what i read the most
gimme your honest opinion plsssssss i’m begging you
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