- when you play a game of thrones, you win or you die.
and we all know what we’ve done, we must be killers, children of the wild ones.
It took days to finish him off. Beating, cutting off parts.
She laughs at odd places in the conversation or drops out of it distractedly.
They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Peeta and I grow back together again. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
Your face when it’s Finnick’s death - asked by Anon.
“If we burn, you burn with us!”
A scene that made you cry
First I get a glimpse of the blond braid down her back. Then, as she yanks off her coat to cover a wailing child, I notice the duck tail formed by her untucked shirt. I have the same reaction I did the day Effie Trinket called her name at the reaping. At least, I must go limp, because I find myself at the base of the flagpole, unable to account for the last few seconds. Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.
I tried to make a click and drag.
In the order: Cinna, Primrose, Mr Everdeen, Finnick, Rue, Boggs, and all the people who died.
but no one wants to die