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Willing To Risk It - Finnick Odair

Finnick x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of torture

Word count: 1,602

Summary: To join the rebellion or not?

Authors Note: My first Finnick imagine and I’m really proud of this one.

Side Note: today's my 22nd Birthday 🎂🥳

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“I hate that man.” Y/n stated as she and Finnick watched President Snow announce that the next Hunger Games will be a Quarter Quel. A game of Victors.

“Me too.” Finnick sighed rubbing his hands down his face. Like they haven’t been through enough going through all that the first time?

“I don’t want to go back in, Finnick.” Y/n’s voice broke as she looked to her husband. The games had left both of them with PTSD and nightmares, those never go away. And now there was a chance they could lose eachother.

Finnick got up and moved over the sit next to Y/n, pulling her into his side. Wrapping his arms around her, tight. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “I don’t either, sweetheart.”

“If you do get reaped again…” Y/n spoke pulling her away to look at him. She nodded needing to be able to look in his yes and know he really was promising her what she was asking of him. “Promise me you’ll fight.”

“You know I will. Especially for you.” Finnick stated looking her in the eyes, bringing her hair bacl. He’d always fight for her. No matter what.”You need to promise me the same.”

Y/n nodded giving him a watery smile. “I promise.”

Not even days later the Victor’sgoing back into the arena were chosen through those stupid little papers in the glass bowl. Much to Finnick's relief, Y/n had not been chosen, but Finnick was and Y/n’s heart dropped. Finnick had to reassure her that he would try to win for her. 

Because the Capitol Loved Finnick and Y/n’s relationship Y/n was allowed to come with him. Once they got to the Capitol the questions were flooding everyone. When District 4’s chariot came back Y/n immediately put her attention on the horses as Finnick rounded the cart to wrap his arms around her.

“Who’s that?” Katniss asked nodding towards the District 4 chariot where she saw a girl and a Victor petting the horses.

Haymitch, Peeta, and Effie all glanced over in the direction Katniss was looking in before Haymitch answered. “Finnick Odair.”

“Whose the girl with him? She wasn’t in the chariot earlier.” Peeta asked his voice less tense and less guarded than Katniss’. He was honestly curious.

“We’ll talk and explain back at the suite.” Effie smiled at the young man and woman before her. Haymitch nodded in agreement so they all headed up the District 12 suite. They had all including Cena and a couple of other’s moved to sit around the living area talking about the other victors that’ll be in the arena as well.

“Now you both were asking about the young lady with him.” Cena brought up as Effie had, mentioned it to him earlier.

Katniss nodded. “Yeah. Who is she?”

“Well-” Haymitch went to start but got cut off.

“She was at the reaping for district 4.” Peeta added wanting to know why the girl victor that wasn’t chosen was in the Capitol with the two that were.

“Y/n y/l/n- Odair. Very sweet girl.” Cena answered smiling as he thought back on the times he’s interacted with the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“Very polite young lady but also has a fire in her.” Effie also smiled as she talked about the victor from District 4, having fond memories of the girl as well.

“She wasn’t chosen, so why’s she here?” Katniss shook her head wanting an actual answer. She couldn’t understand that if she wasn’t being forced to go back in the games why’d she come to the Capitol.

“Because of Miss Everdeen. Her and Finnick are together. Romantically.” Haymitch rolled his eyes at Katniss’ behavior and why she had to question everything. He like many others had a good relationship with Y/n. As much as Katniss was seeing her as a threat, she wasn’t one. Haymitch leaned forward to reach his glass he added and explained. “The Capitol like’s prying into the lives of its Victors. Finnick and Y/n are some of their favorite Victors and the fact that they are married and in love just makes them want to see more.”

Cena scooted forward on the couch looking to Katniss and Peeta. “Y/n won about 2 years after Finnick for District 4. He had mentored her of course, along with Mags. The two however had grown close and caught feelings for eachother. So when she won they could finally be together.”

Effie nodded in agreement. “They are the Capitol's favorite couple. Two victors from the same District in love.”

Haymitch scoffed at Effies comparison. “Snow uses them against eachother, for his own personal gain. She’s here so he can control Finnick and to play their love to the Capitol.”

It didn’t surprise anyone that Snow would do that. Peeta and Katniss weren’t surprised that they weren’t the First couple Snow has tried to control either.

“He seemed really protective of her.” Katniss noted leaning back into the couch.

Cena nodded before stating. “He is. And she’s the same way about him.”

Peeta glanced to Katniss. “They would make great allies.”

“But’s she’s not even going to be in the arena.” She nodded but did have to point, even though she agreed Y/n wasn’t going to be in the games so she can’t really be an ally.

“No, she won’t be. But she’d still make a powerful one.” Haymitch stated looking to Cena and Effie with a knowing look.

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“So… We gonna join them?” Y/n asked as she joined Finnick on the bed, getting under the covers.

Finnick nodded as he reached out to pull her to him. “I was thinking about it. You?”

Y/n nodded moving to straddle his lap. “I’d like to.”

“But?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, looking at her.

“But what if it backfires? Snow already threatens us so like- what do we have to lose? But at the same time, he does already threaten us.” Y/n told him. He wanted her to so she did. It felt like a trapped situation, joining them.

“I know. It’s what's holding me back on joining them as well.” Finnick agreed, rubbing his thumbs in a circular motion against her skin.

“If it works, we’d be free.” Y/n added.

Finnick nodded knowing it was true but there still wasn’t a smile on his face. “I don’t want to risk your life or safety by doing this though.”

Y/n nodded in agreement to his worries so she suggested. “Maybe we could talk to Haymitch and see if there’s a way I could leave with them. Then I wouldn’t be here in the Capitol when Snow realizes what's happening.”

Yeah. We’ll see.” With that, he pulled her to lay down fully so they could get some sleep before tomorrow.

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“So?” Finnick raised his brows waiting for a reply. The reply that would decide if they joined the rebellion or not.

“I don’t see why not.” Haymitch nodded. Two more people were on board with the rebellion and he could understand Finnicks nerves about if they joined what could happen to Y/n. And Haymitch didn’t want to see anything happen to Y/n either.

“It’ll be last minute. We’ll all have to be fast. We can’t waste a single second.” Plutarch Havensbee added after Haymitch. He two was glad they could possibly be getting the Odairs to join them. They’d be good allies and assets to the rebellion.

“I understand.’ Y/n nodded knowing the risks he wasn’t saying but implying.

“Wait a minute here-” Finnick raised his none occupied hand, not liking what the game maker was implying. Not at all.

“Finnick” Y/n went to start, to try and calm his worried mind but Finnick wasn’t going to have it. Not when her life could be at stake.

“No.” Finnick gave Y/n a look and she knew that there was no stopping him. “Your saying there’s a chance she could be left here? For Snow to torture when he finds out whats happened.”

“We’re saying there’s a chance yes. But we are not gonna let that happen if we can help it.” Haymitch raised his hands to show they weren’t being malice. They were just saying it was a possibility. “Finnick. I’ll make sure that Y/n is by my side and on the transport out of the Capitol.”

Y/n could see Finnick was still alittle stressed so she squeezed his hand that was in hers.

“Hey, listen to me.” Y/n spoke softly urging him to look at her. “I’m willing to risk it.”

Finnick shook his head. “I’m not going to let you risk your life-”

“Why not? I’m letting you risk yours. In more ways than one.” Y/n cut him off. As mich ad he would want to fight her on this, she had a point and he knew it.

“That’s different.” Finnick tilted his head. She played dirty with that one.

“Maybe. Maybe it is but it’s also the same. An you know it.” She nodded, giving him a pointed look. They had a whole conclusion with their eyes. They knew what they needed to do.

“Fine. If you want to risk it, I’ll risk it too.” Finnick turned to look at Haymitch and Plutarch before glancing back to Y/n. She nodded silently in agreement. It was the right thing to do.

Plutarch smiled along with Haymitch and clapped his hands. “Great. Welcome to the rebellion.”

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@gruffle1

LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV SCENES IN THE BOOKS AND THE MOVIES

PEETA MELLARK IS THE ULTIMATE RIZZLER

still haven't seen this version

Camera Ready ✧･ﾟ: Finnick Odair x reader

Summary: Neither of you really care if anyone sees.

Warning: exhibitism, voyeurism, p n v, riding, they fuck in the arena while it’s being televised, spit kink, size kink, creampie, switch ! Finnick, switch! Reader

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“You know you could walk a little slower, sweetness. ”

Finnick’s voice blares out teasingly into the morning air as he trails behind you. Your hair sticks to your forehead in sweaty strands, your body on high alert as you make sure to scope out any remaining candidates that aren’t on your side. Which isn’t much, considering you have Katniss and the others, but it’s still a good idea to be cautious. To your relief you had found Finnick in the woods last night. And as much of a victor as you are, the dark makes you nervous. So he had allowed you to sleep beside him, curled up with his arms wrapped around you. It wasn’t intentional, of course, but when he sleeps it seems that he tends to get handsy. And when the warmth of his body was beside you, you couldn’t resist letting him throw you into his embrace.

“Maybe you could walk a little faster, pretty boy.”

He chuckles at the nickname, his pace finally catching up with you so you can see the cocky smile on his face.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Your friendship is like this, a lot. Flirtation, playful banter, and a few hook ups every now and then since the two of you met at a capital event one year. And now, even when you’re supposed to be enemies, you’re working together. It’s just a connection, an order that makes you both flow freely with each other and get the things you desire.

You ignore the way Finnick’s hands ignite flames on your skin and the way his smile makes your heart flourish. You also ignore the way you feel the constant need to protect him and keep him alive. In this game, you can’t have anything serious.

“Mm..” you reply. “Sometimes.”

Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull him to you. He smiles, that pretty crooked smile, and presses a kiss to your temple.

And then, you hear a snap.

You and Finnick are both on high alert then, and turning around you’re both faced with a victor. Not an ally, it seems, as she’s pointing a knife at the both of you.

It doesn’t take long before she’s dead, but it’s still a bother to you. You don’t like murdering these people, and you’ve never liked the whole idea or subject of the hunger games. The first time you had won, but at what cost when they’ve sent you right back in?

It’s kill or be killed. And as the woman’s blood splatters on your face, you sense that familiar feeling of rage from the first time you killed creeping back into your psyche. That rage that loathes the capital, loathes those stupid fucking districts as they fall into the ground. And your knife doesn’t stop the assault on her as you make sure she’s dead. It’s better, this way, to overdo it so they don’t have to suffer. Finnick is surprised at your strength and skill, he always has been, but he finds it best not to bring it to attention.

As you two walk away, the woods begins to clear. And then you both watch as you see the Arena come into view, dark and blood soaked.

“Great,” you mutter. “More to show the people.”

It’s obvious that everything is being recorded, but this is the most clear spot. As you sit down on one of the rock formations, your lean back to watch the clouds and the orange sunset. Finnick sits beside you, his neck and chest splattered with blood. And after a moment, you begin to speak.

“I don’t like doing this.” You state. “It’s all bullshit. It’s psychotic.”

Finnick nods in agreement, his jaw clenched as he watches the stains on your shirt.

“We should give them a show.” He says. “Do something that we know they can’t get away from.”

And that’s when you get the idea.

You look at him, a mere glance. You’re both probably sweaty and disgusting, but even now Finnick looks absolutely god like. You know he’s chiseled, under that gray suit. And you know what big thing lies underneath the crotch of his underwear.

You smile, your hand coming to rest gently on his muscled thigh. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, as he watches your palm begin to move up more.

“What are you doing?” He asks. He doesn’t seem completely against the idea, though. Because then that cocky smirk you know so good and well is plastered onto his face, his hands finding there way to the exposed skin of your shoulder. He leans over and kisses your collarbone, gently. You huff, your lips moving to graze the spot below his ear.

“If they want them a show, let’s give them a show.”

Seeming to be on the same page, Finnick crashes his lips into yours in a bruising kiss.

Meanwhile, at the capital, the monitors in the room begin to awkwardly watch as you push Finnick down onto the rocky arm. His back hits the floor with a grunt, and then he’s watching as you sit up and unzip the back of your suit. He groans when your tits are revealed to them, full and sitting in all their glory. He brings his hands up and gropes one in his hand, feels the soft skin and your pert nipples being brought to attention. You tut when he tries to move his fingers down to your pussy.

“No, Finn.” You coo. Your nails scratch his addam’s apple, and he flushes as you begin to climb on top of him. “No touching there until I say.”

He groans when you press down against his growing bulge.

“You know if we don’t hurry we could die, right?” He huffs.

“I don’t want to hear excuses, baby. We both know fucking me again is the last thing you want to do before you go.”

He can’t deny that, and as you demand that he lift himself up and unzip his suit down to his thighs, he follows your directions with desperation. You watch as you pull his briefs down below his balls, watch as his girthy length springs to full attention. He moans when your hand connects to his skin, and begins to jerk him off with vigor. You can feel a tension in the air, the feeling of being watched extremely prominent. And it shouldn’t get you so wet, but it does. So you bring yourself to eye level with Finnick’s cock, and spit down on him, quick to shove his tip into the warm confines of your mouth. He makes a deep sound in his throat, and you move away teasingly when his hips try and move his cock farther into your throat.

“C’mon, sugar.” He says, overwhelmed. “Don’t be mean.”

“Why don’t you just shut up and do what I say, Odair?” You demand. You slap his cock, and he groans, legs beginning to tremble at the pain and pleasure mixing. “Besides, I’m not letting you use my mouth right now. I just needed to get you wet.”

He whines in protest when you pull away from him. But then you’re pushing your suit down, past your calfs and onto the ground.

So help you, if you’re going to die it’s going to be like this.

When your pussy is revealed to him, Finnick’s cock jumps and he sits up to guide you to his lap. He’s warm, his cock drooling and messy. You don’t hesitate to rub his tip against your clit, your thighs holding his lean body down.

“Please, y/n, fuck!” Finnick stutters, the feeling of your wet silky cunt making him go crazy.

You smile as you finally guide him to your entrance, and sink down. His cock fills you up to impossible levels, his balls pressed flush against you when he finally bottoms out. His hands go to your waist, and when you bounce on him, his eyes roll back and he cries out like a bitch in heat.

“Jesus Christ.. you feel so fuckin’ good, angel. Love your pussy so much.”

“I know, sweet boy.” You moan when he grazes a soft spot inside you. “It f-feels good, doesn’t it? My little pussy feel good around that big cock?”

“God, yes. Cmon, ride me harder, momma. I know you can.”

And when you begin to fuck him faster, he brings his hands down to your ass, and begins bucking up into you with a feral pace. Your arousal makes him keen, makes his brain turn to mush the moment your scent hits him. You look so beautiful, so flushed and perfect, and something snaps inside of Finnick, then. His fingers spread your cheeks apart, and his voice is raw.

“Bet you like this, huh? The whole capital watching you get fuckin’ destroyed by my big cock? Hm?”

You gasp at his words, your fingers clawing at his chest.

“Finn, baby, fuck!”

“You love it, don’t you?”

No reply. Finnick slaps your ass harshly, and you yelp at the sting. His hands grab your throat in a harsh grip.

“Answer me!” He demands. You cry out, trying to nod the best you can, and then uttering out a “Yes! Yes sir!” As his large hands cut off your air supply.

“That’s my fuckin girl.” He replies. His fingers rub your clit, leaving your throat as you gasp for air and your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy gushes all over him, soaking his cock and balls and the rock below the both of you, and without warning Finnick is grabbing your hips with his large hands and turning you over so you’re beneath him. It’s quick, and you’re incredibly surprised. You wrap your legs around him as he begins to pummel you, now with more leverage and strength, and his cock feels like it’s destroying you from the inside out. You don’t complain, though. And when Finnick’s hips begin stuttering, you know he’s about to cum.

“C’mon, baby, cum inside me, cum in my pussy!”

Your words spur him on, makes him leave bruising marks on your wrists as he holds them above your head and begins to cum in thick, messy ropes. Your walls practically milk him of everything he’s got, and when he’s done you can feel the stickiness of his seed dripping off his cock and onto your thighs.

He buries his face in your neck, then. And with a small laugh, he pulls himself out and begins to lick his cum out of you. Your middle finger comes up into the air as he does it. A sign, as the victor from district 4 eats your pussy. A big ‘fuck you’ to the capital.

The cameramen and people at home watch in shock and awe. There’s a debate of whether or not they should turn it off, and after a while everyone becomes too distracted by the images on screen to worry about it. The next day, none of the other tributes look at you both the same.

Because at that time, they had been watching, too.

@emsbookcase

still haven't seen this version

THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013)

Rare is the sequel to a film franchise that surpasses the magic and wonder of the very first movie that has laid the groundwork to a world beloved by millions of fans. Many other grand-scale epics have tried and failed to set a higher standard that the common underlying theme of such failures is the pressure for the movies to succeed financially at the expense of what really matters: giving the audience a great story. So it comes as a complete sigh of relief that "The Hunger Games: Catching Fire" has effectively anchored itself as a solid foundation to a fictional cinematic universe that manages to thrill and entertain while simultaneously addressing complex themes that zeroes in on the dark side of human nature. And all of this is a winning formula that also translates to global box office records as of this post's publication. In retrospect, the movie forcefully delivers where it counts, but also comes up short in certain areas that could have been improved with a bit more tweaking. That being said, the bigger picture still is a stunning sight to look at. It goes without saying that the sheer size and scale of "Catching Fire" is significantly more ambitious than its predecessor. Acting, character casting, storytelling, cinematography, music, production design, costuming, hair and makeup, visual effects--everything melded together quite well to produce a film that has more than lived up to everyone's expectations, including mine. Just some of my personal best highlights of "Catching Fire" include:

The Victory Tour fiasco as Katniss and Peeta's appearances in the eleven neighboring Districts basically made people go apeshit with anarchy.

Gale getting whipped by Commander Thread. Because seeing those bloody whip scars on a muscled back totally turned me on in ways that sexual psychopaths could only probably relate to.

The parade of the Quarter Quell tributes in the Capitol. Looked way better than the first film, and District 12's signature "fire entrance" seemed definitely more dramatic in the daytime, especially when Cinna told Katniss and Peeta to look cool and detached like the screaming Capitol crowd was beneath them as their horse-drawn chariot drove through the promenade.

Johanna Mason's expletive-fueled rant with Caesar Flickerman and her now iconic elevator strip-down that produced the most priceless reactions from Haymitch, Peeta, and of course, Katniss.

Effie Trinket and her genuine maternal attitude towards her District 12 brood (Haymitch included). That, and her super fierce Alexander McQueen wardrobe: a S/S2011 monarch butterfly dress for the Quarter Quell reaping and F/W2012 pieces for her arrival in the Victor's Village, President Snow's party, and backstage at Caesar Flickerman's talk show.

Several great Katniss moments such as the reveal of her black Mockingjay dress, losing her shit at seeing Cinna getting beaten mere seconds before the Quarter Quell begins, her fiercely protective instincts towards Peeta, her successfully destroying the jungle arena using Beetee's wired apparatus, and her beautifully shot rescue sequence that followed.

The supplementary film soundtrack. I loved that "Atlas" by Coldplay was indeed used as the first closing credits track since this means it has a good chance at being nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song at the upcoming Oscars. Other choice cuts I loved from the film soundtrack include "Elastic Heart" by Sia, The Weeknd (along with his solo contribution in "Devil May Cry"), and Diplo, as well as "Mirror" by Ellie Goulding.

All in all, it was definitely an exhilarating and emotional sequel that should definitely set the tone and pace for the final "Mockingjay" films which will be released in the next two years.

Of course Cinna was smart enough to use fashion as a rebellious political statement because fashion was the only medium that the shallow citizens of the Capitol could possibly understand and hopefully realize that the rebellion outside their insular world is real and that shit is going to go down. All because of the Girl on Fire wearing the Mockingjay dress...

When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

FIERCE HBIC SPILLING THAT ACID TRUTH...

Katniss Everdeen + Johanna Mason

So I really don't ship F/F pairings because I'm clearly gay and I'm into guys but... I totally support Katniss and Johanna being shipped together after seeing "Catching Fire". Seriously, I can't be the only one who thinks they're better together than Katniss being shunted off to Gale or Peeta, right? Like... Johanniss Everson? And cue M.I.A.'s "Bad Girls" as their theme song once they fuck shit up in Panem come "Mockingjay" parts Une et Deux LOL.

LEARN TO FUCKING SPELL, TUMBLR.

Okay. It fucking ticks me off whenever I see people misspell names, and right now, it's after seeing "The Hunger Games: Catching Fire" and everyone's loving Johanna Mason played by Jenna Malone. Jenna Malone. JENNA Malone. JENNA. IT'S FUCKING "JENA", BITCHES. CHRIST, LEARN TO USE GOOGLE AND SHIT.

A rather lengthy piece I did as my farewell to 2013. Link to the article can be found below:

Brent 360's Top 10 Films Of 2013

“Eyes bright! Chins up! Smiles on!” — Effie Trinket +++ The trendsetting and avant-garde style of District 12 escort, Capitol fashionista, and mahogany connoisseur, Effie Trinket.

"Acquiring preemptive knowledge about emerging technologies is the best way to ensure that we have a say in the making of our future." — Catarina Mota, TED Talks +++ A selection of future technologies featured in films Personalized virtual billboard advertising via retinal scanners (Minority Report) Candy-colored fast-food chains with advanced 3D food printers (Cloud Atlas) Holographic multi-touch dynamic interactive presentations (Prometheus) Anti-gravity cocktails in upscale restaurants (Upside Down) Designer-label body modification scanner pods (Elysium) Full-scale aquarium with sushi bar in luxury locomotives (Snowpiercer) Avant-garde transformative fashions (The Hunger Games: Catching Fire) Relaxing weightless sleep in outer space colonies (Gravity)

I need to preface I’m not a gale stan nor lover, but some people need to gain media literacy and a brain because Gale is not all that bad. People overlook all the good he did just because he indirectly killed Prim, was pushy towards Katniss in picking him or Peeta, and just snarky comments he made towards hijacked-Peeta.

But he has done a lot of good. He had put his name in that bowl 42 times to feed his family, saved almost 1,000 during the bombings in 12 at the end of catching fire, and took care of Katniss’ family while she was in the games. He was so brainwashed and manipulated by Coin to be a pawn in her game.

He has selfishness that any other person has, but people need to stop putting him in the same category as Snow and Coin.

halfway done rereading mockingjay and book gale growing on me. i totally forgot how dirty the movies did him. it’s like book and movie him are two different people

i’m serious. i could probably write a 5+ page essay on the things they left out in the movies. i love the movies to death but there is so so much missing.

the red headed avox that Peeta says looks like Delly Cartwright to cover for Katniss, Madge, it being Cinna’s idea that Katniss and Peeta hold hands, Katniss keeping her nail polish on and slowly chipping it away during the games, Peeta’s prosthetic leg, Katniss and Peeta’s fight on the train tracks in the end of book one, Delly going in to talk to Peeta in MJ not Prim + Delly’s existence, etc.

they did the books justice for sure but there are things left out i wish they added in. i’m tweaking out thinking about this.

Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE (2013)

i really like katniss as a protagonist, because she doesn't want to be a protagonist. there isn't anything particularly special about her, sure she's talented and resourceful, but she also has many flaws. it's not even something that she chose, she never planned on starting a rebellion. all the choices that she's made have been for the benefit of her loved ones, not strategic, political moves. it even turns around the trope of the hero insisting on doing something dangerous, while their friends hold them back; katniss, the girl on fire, is the one who wants to run away, who thinks rebelling is too dangerous, while gale is the one who sees the importance in rebelling.

one of my favourite scenes in the hunger games series is when katniss and peeta are visiting district 11. because it's the first time we really see rebellion, and unity between the districts on a larger scale. katniss sang to rue, tresh spared her life, and their district sent katniss bread. but here, it's months after the games, and a whole crowd is doing a salute from another district. and they are saluting the girl who lived because their own died. and when they kill the man who started it, it really sinks in the realization how important unity and alliance is. the people of panem are separated into districts and pitted against each other every year, to make it easier to control people. to take away their power. this is one of the first steps in panem regaining that power; realizing the other districts aren't the enemy, but their allies. and the capitol hates that, they know that a simple melody and salute is so much more than that, it's a warning and a threat.

adding on a few - cinna - boggs - honestly i cried for the whole movie(s)

Men I've cried over

None of them deserve my tears. I'm almost 18, I'm mature enough not to cry over men. I never did. Not gonna start now.

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

Sejanus Plinth

(yes they're fictional. but who cares??!?!?)