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[ Mockingjay, ch. 25, pg. 351 ]

"Peeta's still in the burn unit. He made it to the City Circle after all."

ONE line. This one line has me clawing at the walls because Peeta managed to follow her all the way. He was with her the whole time, to the point that he was just as injured in the bombs' blast as she was.

I know Katniss is an unreliable narrator BUT I NEED a little more appreciation for our love-drunk-even-when-hijacked idiot Mellark.

"My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here" - Peeta, Cathing Fire

“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!”

what is a love story if not falling to your knees and pressing your shaking hands to his wound, as if the desperation of your heart could stem the blood pumping out of his; and what is a love story if not holding out a sticky-sweet handful of death to the greedy cameras; and what is a love story if not your one wish being to send her home, with all the reasons why hanging golden around your neck like a willingly-worn noose; and what is a love story if not hitching yourself to the puppet strings of politicians in a last ditch attempt to save each other across the miles; and what is a love story if not the ever- unspoken mantra “take my life: take it, take it, take it” — and what is a love story if not the burned and blistered realization that offering up your life is not enough, not quite, but that offering your lover’s life back to them might just be? so you plant her primroses in the ash, and you mend his mind with the thread of new memories, and it isn’t pretty, but it is a love story — because what else could it be?

and finally: no one, absolutely no one, is doing it like Peeta “look at the shape you’re in” Mellark

the way that this blows any “Peeta is a lovestruck puppy” discourse out of the water … the way that it’s Katniss expecting hugs and kisses (from her really very definitely platonic friend nonetheless) … the way Katniss is like “I’ll enable you, Haymitch” … the way that Peeta is paying Ripper off like yes king use your wealth … the way he casually threatens to get his wife and weird drunk uncle arrested if they don’t get on board with his fitness program … the way he absolutely leaves no crumbs … Katniss’s final line asdfghjkl … I love this scene

Readers be like, Peeta is too good, too perfect when you read the books, it’s annoying!

But, guys, he is not! Not at all! It’s just we read what Katniss thinks and she is head over heels in love with him. He saved her life when she was 11, she always saw him like he was perfect, because he was perfect for her! She describes him like he is the most righteous man in the galaxy, because he is for her, we read her story.

But if you look at Peeta, at everything he was doing, he is one manipulative son of a bitch.

He manipulated the crowd into seeing Katniss as someone desirable, he lied a lot to get sponsors for her. He knew she had something going on with Gale (although she didn’t have anything yet, but he thought she did) and still flirted his way into her heart.

One thing certain, he did love Katniss unconditionally. He would do anything for her. And that’s why she only sees how perfect her boy with a bread is, because he is perfect for her.

And come on, we all would sell our souls to have a partner as devoted as Peeta.

PS who created this art? Please tag this person! It’s amazing 😻 found somewhere on the internet and loved it !

it’s always really funny when people say the books portray Peeta as too kind or too wonderful or that he shouldn’t be the representation of hope and rebirth and renewal and all things good in the world. i always wanna ask if the person saying this is aware that the narrator of the story is literally in love with him.

like of course she’s biased. that’s her husband of over twenty years.

experiencing the hunger games renaissance through twitter for the first time is so beautiful

I love that in Catching fire Katniss comes to the conclusion the other tributes are trying to keep Peeta alive because they must see how amazingly perfectly wonderful he is. When in actuality that’s just her having a crush and everyone else recognizing that if Peeta gets hurt Katniss will go fully feral and unhinged and probably try to kill everyone and then herself.

“Not all men”

You’re right. Benji Ovich would never do this to me

the thing that always breaks my heart about benji ovich is just… how good he is. how selfless. how kind. how he helps people without expecting anything in return, without even asking for acknowledgement. he just has such a strong, solid moral streak, far superior to that of his peers and even those of the adults around him. 

he stops bobo from attacking amat in his fury after their first training session together, saving amat (whom he just met) from potentially serious injury. he splits with kevin, his best friend and the boy he’s loved for years, for the unforgivable act of hurting an innocent girl. he’s one of the first few people to believe maya and take her side. he wrecks an entire bathroom in school just so she doesn’t get in trouble for smashing the mirror, taking on all the blame for himself. he steps aside in the bathroom as she’s storming out so that she doesn’t physically touch him and relive her trauma. time and time again he throws himself in the line of fire to protect the people around him, even those he barely knows. 

and in spite of all that he still truly believes himself to be a monster. he’s convinced that he’s beyond redemption, that something inside him is irreparably damaged. he doesn’t want to be saved because he doesn’t think he deserves it. he gets high and starts fights and shuts people out because he’s afraid of those he loves seeing how gentle and vulnerable he truly is. despite being one of the most self-sacrificing and considerate individuals in beartown, he still makes himself out to be the villain.

it just gets me every time, man. 

“Being cheerful starts now, Will thought as hard as he could, but it was like trying to hold a fighting wolf still in his arms when it wanted to claw at his face and tear out his throat; nevertheless, he did it, and he thought no one could see the effort it cost him.”

Some time after

She remembered that excruciating feeling, that devastating day in the mulefa world when Xaphania told them about their fate.

It felt as if the universe collapsed around and into her, merciless and suffocating.

They were to live their whole lives without each other, long and supposed-to-be-meaningful lives without the only person in the universe who could understand them fully.

It felt like being gutted.

Lyra smiled distractedly, caressing the old bench she lounged on.

When she was fourteen, she didn't understand that the universe had robbed Will and her of much more than loving each other openly, or kisses, or romance.

She didn't know then that loving an idea of a person was quite easy.

She couldn't imagine that she would mourn extremely mundane things.

Something everyone else got to experience every day with their loved ones.

Lyra longed to know if Will snored. Or, if he did, whether she would complain about it to him every morning. She wanted to burn his coffee at least once, to do renovations and bicker about wallpaper colours. She wanted to buy things together, read together, steal food from his plate and sip from his cup. To fight about... about something, anything, and then make up, and kiss his brow. To not be forced to replay his every touch from memory, because there wouldn't be need for that. Lyra wanted to whisper Will's name to wake him up, to warm up her feet against his scorching skin. To never let him work, to parade him around and sneak away to dark hallways to kiss, giggling.

She longed to have a life with him. Just this domestic life, so sweet your teeth start rotting at a mere thought of it.

But no, of course not.

They would never have that with each other. The fate made sure of that.

Lyra gripped the edge of the bench tighter and felt, with a grim satisfaction, a splinter lodging itself deep in her palm.

Her eyes burned. She bit her lip so hard she could taste blood, and exhaled shakily.

Envy, anger and pain were swirling in her chest like poisoned water.

Why her? Why Will?

They gave everything, why did they have to give up each other?

That Midsummer Day the loss of him hurt different.

Perhaps, the deepest.

Because she didn't lose his love. Lyra knew she couldn't possibly lose it.

She lost all the ordinary days she could have spent by his side.

Somehow it was even worse.

His dark materials “The botanic garden”

✨ Teach me how to look at you. I promise I’ll be a fast learner. ✨

Guzmán and Nadia in Élite S3E7

When Life Imitates Tv Show Feat. Miguel as #1 Fan of Guznadia.

nose kisses

i thought you would pretend you don’t know me or something. i’m not drunk. no? no.