Real or Not Real?




If you're on my blog, you can probably tell I have an obsession with the Hunger Games trilogy. This is my Hunger Games blog, but you can ask for my personal if you want. Chances are you will only see The Hunger Games and Josh Hutcherson on my blog. I should probably tell you that this is NOT a spoiler free blog. I'm constantly working on my theme. Sometimes I make my own graphics and contribute. My favorite two characters are Katniss and Peeta who are closely followed by Finnick Odair. You should probably know my OTP is Peeniss, but I also ship Fannie and Gadge. I want a mockingjay pin. I love Seneca Crane's beard, and I wish Peeta Mellark was real. Re-reading THG is one of my favorite things. And I love following fellow tributes! If you send me an ask to check out your blog i definitely will! Ill follow if you post 95-100% THG or HP. I generally follow anyone who is mostly Hunger Games or Harry Potter, though this blog is 100% Hunger Games.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Currently Re-reading: Divergent and TFIOS

D I S T R I C T T H I R T E E N
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Peeta paints me in our meadow. My hair flows freely in the wind and his brow is creased in concentration. The remains of our district remain peaceful and the only sounds to be heard are those of nature. As he paints, a mockingjay repeats the four note melody Rue and I exchanged in the arena years ago, acting as a reminder of the loved ones we lost during the war.

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And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up toward the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt.

It’s this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.
“Prim!” The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. “Prim!” I don’t need to shove through the crowd.

The other kids make way immediately allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. “I volunteer as tribute!”

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At least, we’ll be friends I think. Nothing will change the fact that we saved each other’s lives in here. And beyond that, he will always be the boy with the bread. Good friends. Anything beyond that though…and I feel Gale’s gray eyes watching me watching Peeta, all the way from District 12.

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