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Katniss: What's your favorite color?
Peeta: Orange.
Katniss: Like the sunset?
Peeta: Nah, gurl. More like Cheetos.
Peeta: I luv me some Cheetos.
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panem-polaroid: Oh. My. God. That early morning hair and those eyes and that face. Oh my God. Across the breakfast table her eyes bore into his. She wants to kiss him so badly, so badly that it hurts. His blue eyes are alive in the dull early shafts of light. His hair catches the sun like a net and holds it between each strand of his locks. Please, please, please say you care about me. Please. Come on, say it.  Cato looks up from his food to raise his eyebrows. It wasn’t that he minded her looking at him, it just made him feel funny. Clove looked down at her plate quickly and started eating, trying to seem totally fine. Her hair fell in front of her face which made her feel better. At least he wouldn’t see how red she had gotten from his gaze. How can she eat so much and stay tiny? It’s weird… Cato tilts his head to the side as he thinks and the girl looks up for a second. The image of a blonde-furred puppy with its head tilted crosses her mind. She erases it, feeling extremely awkward. She looked at me. Smile back, right? That’s what I’m supposed to do. Smile. He smiles at her, trying his best to be charming. It results in Clove laughing and covering her mouth so she wont snort out coffee. She hates how awkward she is around him, but he thinks its adorable.  He’s smiling at me. I can’t take it. He’s smiling. AT ME. What do I do? Clove is not adapt at love so she goes to what she is good at. She rolls her eyes at him and goes back to eating. She seems bored by him, annoyed and tired of his face. He turns back to his food again feeling much to warm and fuzzy for his taste.

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Oh. My. God. That early morning hair and those eyes and that face. Oh my God.

Across the breakfast table her eyes bore into his. She wants to kiss him so badly, so badly that it hurts. His blue eyes are alive in the dull early shafts of light. His hair catches the sun like a net and holds it between each strand of his locks.

Please, please, please say you care about me. Please. Come on, say it. 

Cato looks up from his food to raise his eyebrows. It wasn’t that he minded her looking at him, it just made him feel funny. Clove looked down at her plate quickly and started eating, trying to seem totally fine. Her hair fell in front of her face which made her feel better. At least he wouldn’t see how red she had gotten from his gaze.

How can she eat so much and stay tiny? It’s weird…

Cato tilts his head to the side as he thinks and the girl looks up for a second. The image of a blonde-furred puppy with its head tilted crosses her mind. She erases it, feeling extremely awkward.

She looked at me. Smile back, right? That’s what I’m supposed to do. Smile.

He smiles at her, trying his best to be charming. It results in Clove laughing and covering her mouth so she wont snort out coffee. She hates how awkward she is around him, but he thinks its adorable. 

He’s smiling at me. I can’t take it. He’s smiling. AT ME. What do I do?

Clove is not adapt at love so she goes to what she is good at. She rolls her eyes at him and goes back to eating. She seems bored by him, annoyed and tired of his face. He turns back to his food again feeling much to warm and fuzzy for his taste.

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She had that feeling every year. Even though it didn’t seem so on the outside, Effie Trinket knew the whichever name she drew from the Reaping Bowl, was another ended life. Another family’s life. She knew because of her, a family would lose their child. She knew they would never be able to wake up without realizing their baby was gone. She knew whoever spoke to the child she picked, would hate her for the rest of eternity. With the simple pick of a slip of paper, she could feel same pain and agony as the eyes watching her. Every single time when she read the name from her lips she held her breath. She trembled with fear of the unforgivable. She knew when she would look into the crowd, she would see desperation and regret from the one joining her on stage. She felt the same anguish as the tributes. But they only had to feel it once, as she felt it every year. And every year, she only felt more sorry.

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The Odds in Your Favor: And now it begins. We turn to each other and grow to love Sam...

theoddsinyourfavor:

And now it begins.

We turn to each other and grow to love Sam Claflin.

He is our Finnick.

Over the next few months, he will become apart of our lives.

Apart of us.

We will all get so attached, that we will forget what happens.

We love him now, and probably forever.

But before you know it,…

It has been 50 years since I had seen his face. Seen his green eyes. Heard his laughter. It came my time soon enough, and I had only waited to meet with him again. I laid in my bed, clenching my son’s hand with the rest of my will. He looked at me with his father’s eyes and begged me to stay with him. I memorized his face in the last seconds of my life, to a recognition of his father. As death dragged me away, Finnick’s name was the last words my lips. It was the last thing heard by my son. After the sudden gasp of black, I was soon greeted by the sound of rolling waves and the scent of sand. It didn’t feel real until I saw him. His smile crossed my view and our life together flashed before my eyes. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, him laughing, a sugar cube, us next to our wedding cake, waves breaking over rocks. Then him. He was there greeting me with his hand. “It’s about time.” Finnick said with a smile creasing his face. He was real.
006. At first, to the Capitol, Johanna seemed like a perfect model of what a victor should be. She was clever, strong and vicious, and what’s more, she had given just the right amount of hope to those from the outline districts. However, in her final interview, Ceasar asked her how she had survived the arena. With a smile, she said, “Because I can’t be broken”. The comment seemed harmless, but Snow realise that such a strong girl could be dangerous. So he arranged the private execution of every one of Johanna’s friends and family, to prove, once and for all, that Johanna Mason could be broken.

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07: Katniss’s father didn’t actually die in the mine explosion. Snow had his workers whisk him out of the mines before the explosion happened, and they took him as prisoner in the Capitol for his crimes of leaving the district, hunting, and teaching his daughter to hunt as well. As the years progressed, Snow began to look into the hidden footage he got of Mr Everdeen out in the woods, and came to realize that he was a very clever man who hated the cruelty of The Hunger Games. And so Snow decided that he’s furthermore punish Mr. Everdeen by slapping a pseudonym on him and making him gamemaker. So, in the seventy fourth Hunger Games, Seneca Crane let two victors be possible as a small act of rebellion against Snow. He pretended to change the rules at the end, hoping that Katniss would be smart enough to find a way around it and be rebellious herself. Because he wanted to make sure that for the brief moment he was with her, he raised her right. And he was more than willing to take his life for a thing like that.

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mellarkia:

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.

NO

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I felt as if my life was over. As the mutts rushed towards me, I closed my eyes. Prepared for death to toll me away. A final scream left my lips as I felt Katniss’s eyes, mistakenly, see another person in our troop be decapitated. I was still alive. But as the grip of the mutts’ fangs met my body, the unbelievable happened. In unison, the remanding mutations tore away from my flesh and fell dead to their sides. Someone had deactivated them. I dropped to the ground and held my wounds. Blood pooled on the ground around me. Gasp after gasp, I pulled myself together. But the others thought I was dead. They were going to tell Annie I was dead. My heart clenched at the thought and I knew I had to survive. I thought I was a goner, until I found my way home to District 4 and was surprisingly greeted by Annie and our newborn son. I had survived.
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After Lavinia and her brother rebelled the Capitol by running away, the rest of her family were banished from the Capitol to District 5. As further punishment from the Capitol, Lavinia’s little sister- a smart, sly girl with red hair and a fox-like face- was chosen to compete in the 74th annual Hunger Games.

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