(Source: completemadman, via psychadelias)
What did you say to you sister when you volunteered at the Reaping?
(Source: peetapockets, via m-mudblood)
His throaty chuckle washes over me.
A blush slowly but surely crept up my cheeks, my ears feeling warm. After the Reaping I had sought out Gale; the loneliness finally taking over. My friendship with Katniss could never compare to what Gale and her have but it doesn’t make my sorrow any less bearable.
“Don’t push it Undersee,” his gray eyes full of mirth focus in on mine. I wonder for a moment what it’d take to get him to say ‘Madge’.
“Let me walk you home,” it’s more of a demand than a question but a smile still lingers.
(Source: tothedarklands, via ofthehousebaratheon)
THG: Favorite Quotes: “We could do it you know… Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.” - Gale Hawthorne
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(via hinnicking)
(Source: stinkingmutts, via peetamellarkstouch)
(Source: katnips)
The lift scene from Johanna’s POV.
The star-crossed lovers from District Twelve. They’re not fooling me; you take one look at them and you can tell they haven’t; the way she angles her body away from his. The way she’s comfortable against him without being properly aware of him. She hasn’t even thought about it; you can see it on her face, she’s wicked fast and deadly but pure as snow. No, there’s no way she has. Maybe he has, though. He’s thought about it at least; his shoulders tighten up when she’s close. Poor boy. He must be at breaking point. What are they doing? Sex is one of the only freedom’s in the Capitol. If they want a rebellion, why deny themselves? Well, I think, as I drop my costume to the floor; I can give them a push in the right direction.
Peeta’s hijacking from Johanna’s POV.
It’s barely a whisper when I first hear it; she’s a mutt, kill her. He’s sound asleep, muttering his way through another restless night. I’ve grown so used to hearing Katniss! and please, leave her alone and I love you, please, no. This is new. It doesn’t even sound like Peeta. I wonder if he’s aware of what is happening to him; I wonder if he knows why they take him into that room and bring him back without a scratch. Of course, he must know to an extent. But does he know how serious this is? How much they can take? What they can turn him into? I’ve heard about this before; brainwashing, probably using tracker jacker venom. When he wakes the next morning, I press myself up against the wall and whisper to him. I tell him about Katniss Everdeen, about how he loves her, about how he has to try to keep hold of her or they’ll win. I think they hear - no, I know they hear - because two hours later they’re ready for me, they shave my hair off and I’m being shoved into a tank of water. I wonder what they’ll do. I’ll give them nothing, whatever awaits.
(via madhattering)
