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“Katniss is only focused on survival” yes? but … also … no? like, she’s willing to give her life away for the people she loves in a whole heartbeat that’s why she volunteers for Prim that’s why she takes out the nightlock it’s why she wants Peeta to win the Quell … Katniss IS a survivor that’s essential to her character, but she’s also deeply sacrificial
and while I’m on it, I find it ironic that Katniss was popularly portrayed as “I don’t have time for love, Peeta! I am fighting a war!” when in reality Mockingjay is just like a lot of Katniss going, “I don’t have time for this war: I want Peeta back!”
Katniss: *ranting* …and I still have no idea why you’d listen to me
Katniss: My mind is always blank yet I’m the biggest over thinker, and when I do overthink I stress myself out
Katniss: So why.
Peeta: Because you’re Katniss
Katniss: *flustered* That doesn’t make any sense
Peeta: I love you too
I still don’t understand why everyone were so mean to Peeta after he was rescued from the Capitol. Even Katniss like hello he was brainwashed. The only who was nice was Finnick
I think if they ever remake the Hunger Games one thing I would want them to add more in is how much of a pair Katniss and Peeta are.
From the beginning, they're basically a package deal. From when they're threatening Haymitch on the train with Peeta throwing the glass, which leads to Katniss and the knife to even how they play off one another when it comes to the star cross lovers act.
Neither of them could have won the games without the other. Peeta, while he had some strengths in the arena, shinned when he played the Capitol. Katniss was the better fighter in the arena, but she needed someone to play off of for social interactions. She would have been quickly forgotten of in that arena if she didn't have Peeta to help keep their story going and her interactions with Rue.
It will make the devastation of them being ripped apart in Mockingjay so much worse. Katniss' other half is gone, and they want her to now play a role that he excells at.
It will also make they're coming back to one another that much sweeter, too. They're a pair, and they're gonna stay that way. Always coming back to one another.
(Also can we agree that if Peeta was in 13 from the start with or without Katniss, he would've taken control out from Coin in like less than two weeks. Peeta Manipulator Mellark everybody, Coin would be shaken in her revolution needing wig)
if u wanted to know, i was for peeta since the beginning. for one of my birthdays i got a hunger games themed cake and insisted on eating peeta's face off the cake
no because nobody around me understands how SAD peeta’s reaping is. he already has a mother who hits him to begin with, and when he gets chosen, he’s looking and waiting for his brothers to volunteer for him. HE HAS TWO BROTHERS. and nobody did.
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"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us.
My hands cup either side of his face, his stubble feels rough against my smooth hands. My cold lips envelop his impossibly warm ones, my hands make their way around the nape of his neck, and a sudden desire to pull on his golden curls overtakes me. A certain urgency invades my senses, and I lose my comprehension of reality and the gravity of the situation we are in.
His hands come around my shoulders to caress me, I think, until he pushes me away. My face surges with embarrassment. In what world would Peeta refuse my kisses? Is he out of his mind?
"Katn-iss, lo-ve, listen," he attempts to speak as I slither my hands down his waist, lifting the hem of his undershirt. "Yo-u're the one w-ho should—"
My heart races as his swollen lips form the word "love." Is he saying this for the audience, or does he really want to call me love? I am his love, aren't I? I think of a world where Peeta would come home from work every day and say, "Love, I'm home." Oh, how I would long for him all day, both our faces lighting up brighter than Sirius as we made our way to each other.
"Don't 'love' me," I spit, fuming at his selflessness. How dare he try to sacrifice himself for me? How dare he think I could survive one day on this earth without him? How dare he not realize how much I need him? My body heaves with anger and passion, lighting an ethereal flame as I engulf his lips once again. I lose all restraint, one hand aggressively tugging at his blonde locks and the other swiftly removing his shirt. I absorb his words with my mouth, sliding my tongue across his upper lip. A breathy sigh escapes from his mouth, sending shooting stars into my head. He finally gives in and unlatches his lips, allowing my tongue to enter. His tongue is no competition for mine; I push him over and explore his mouth with unearthly desire.
In the silence that follows, I find myself on top of him, straddling his lap. I grind my hips against him, breathing out his name as I feel his arousal against my core. His burning chest heaves harder against me as he peppers my neck with kisses, working his way to my ear. Overwhelmed with desire to become one with him, every inch of my body buzzes with electricity. A peculiar place in my body pulsates with energy, only slightly relieved when my hips grind against him. I want every inch of his body enveloping mine, covering me and holding me ever so tightly.
The rough pads of his fingers brush ever so slightly against my breasts, making me arch my back against him. He smirks mischievously against my collarbone, proud of the reaction he is able to elicit just through a slight brush. Oh two can plan the game, Mellark. Just you wait.
I glide my nails over his back, finally resting my hands on his hips, pulling him ardently against that spot that's begging for relief. His hips buck aginst mine as my mouth lays wet, open mouthed kisses all over his golden neck; Our moans chorus through the dead of the night as the breeze envelops our tangled silhouettes.
His stocky build flushes against my soft curves, reminding me of all those nights on the train. Why hadn't I tried this sooner? Why hadn't I realized that he is the only boy I really need? Why hadn't I understood that I literally cannot survive without him?
What if this could be it? What if one day I could take Peeta to the meadow behind my old house with miniature versions of us? A small girl with blonde hair, grey eyes, and a little boy with dark hair, blue eyes. Somehow under the hot, pink sky and the gritty sand digging underneath our feet, I imagine a world where my beautiful Peeta could be a father.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
It's the first crack of the lightning storm - the bolt hitting the tree at midnight - that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn't real.
you guys, daddy’s home.
damn it 🛐