* HAYMITCH ;

remember who the real enemy is …

[4bernathy]

all my friends tell me i should move on.   i’m lyin’ in the ocean,  singin’ your song —   “ahh,”   that’s how you sang it.   lovin’ you forever can’t be wrong.   even though you’re not here,  won’t move on…   “ahh,”   that’s how we played it.

& there’s no remedy for memory.   your face is like a melody,  it won’t leave my head.   your soul is hauntin’ me & tellin’ me that everything is fine…   but i wish i was dead.   (dead like you)

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[4bernathy]

" i already told you , i just want a dance . " ( from Effie )

“and i already told you,  i’m not that good of a dancer.   i —   i don’t dance,”   haymitch admits with a small smile,  trying to soothe the initial roughness to his voice.   he hasn’t danced since he lost his partner.   the only girl who could make him dance.   anytime.   anyplace.   he lowers his gaze and focuses on the glass in his hand,  blinking away the tears that always come with these memories.   it’s his third beverage of choice,  the party’s only just begun,  and it’s almost entirely empty.   there’s nothing that he despises quite as much as these parties.   “look,  @thecoiiective,  don’t take it personally.   i’m only here ‘cause i have to be.   but you go ahead and have fun,  i’ll keep an eye on your purse or your little sister or whatever.”

[leememes]

ASSORTED LYRICAL SENTENCE STARTERS .

" oh , you clever little thing . " " what a precious basket case . " " you're no good . " " you could kill me and you should . " " you've done nothing to get out of this pattern of pain . " " i know wrong , i know right , but i just love to pick a fight . " " let's see how fast you can run . " " i was hit as a kid . " " i was good but then i quit . " " everyone that tried to fix me knows that i can't change a bit . " " don't be so hard on yourself . " " everything stays , but it still changes . " " i wanna spend some time with you . " " such an uncivil tongue . " " what a shame if you misspeak , now . " " if i were you , then i'd stop talking . " " you're beautiful , and evil too . sinister and vile . " " for you , i'd die , or kill myself . whichever makes you smile . " " you've got the devil on your shoulder . " " you'd better shut your mouth just like i told you . " " nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me . " " why don't we kiss goodnight ? " " i've never known someone like you . " " i'm tangled in love , stuck by you . " " don't forget to kiss me . " " don't forget to kiss me , or else you'll have to miss me . " " i never thought i'd find you , but you're here , and so i love you . " " i told my mother what you did , like a kid . " " i already told you , i just want a dance . " " could you see me standing here with my outstretched hand ? " " please forgive me for thinking it's a fleeting romance . " " need some reassurance , not a silly romance . " " guess i'm used to being disappointed . " " i'm falling too fast . " " if you want it , come and get it . " " if you wanna love me , try to get inside my brain . " " if you want , you can stay with me in my bed . " " if you want , you can go ahead and fix my head . " " only if you want to . " " there's so much left to say . " " i guess i'm just the bigger guy . " " there's too much on my mind . " " i don't even want to try . " " they do say love is blind . " " i guess that's the way things go . " " i didn't think you'd ever stoop so low . " " in my mind , you'll always stay the same . " " i'm happy now , i ought to let you know . " " you don't see stars here . they're just city lights . " " sometimes i'll see the moon and i'll think of you . " " we don't hug ... we never used to do that . " " we never used to hug . " " you're not mad at me ? " " in a dream , i could say everything i wanted . " " no one could come close to you . " " i have a feeling you got everything you wanted . " " you're not wasting time stuck here like me . " " the world ended when it happened to me . " " i dream about you when i sleep . " " i wanna get close to you . " " you are my dream come true . " " please have mercy on me . " " it's not romantic , i swear . " " i want you to here ... but please don't come near . " " you'll put me into a trance . " " i think about you day and night . "

[winter-wise]

Haymitch tried so very hard to break the arena and make the Capitol look stupid, only for 95% of his efforts to get edited out. But Katniss sees the bit with the axe and concludes that Haymitch was punished for messing with the arena in a way he wasn't meant to.

Yes, it's hideous how Haymitch tried to send a message over and over again only for it to get erased. But the Capitol couldn't get all of it. There was still a little in there that they couldn't erase.

[4bernathy]

are there any surprises that we can expect this year?

haymitch’s reaction is slightly delayed due to the amount of alcoholic beverages that he’s managed to consume since his arrival at the capitol, but eventually curious blue eyes flicker to the familiar face, recognizing the voice. a lopsided smile spreads across the line of his lips, ice cubes clanking inside his glass as he moves, elbow gently brushing @driftcd’s own. a light nudge. “well... every year i come here and tell myself that i’ve seen it all, and every year, the gamemakers prove me wrong.” sarcasm lacing his voice, a hint of disgust lingering right beneath the surface. “what do you think? should we expect the unexpected? any predictions?”

[spideyns]

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[everlarkeia]

My most precious quote of all in Sunrise on the Reaping is “I didn't want to let them in, her and Peeta, but the walls of a person's heart are not impregnable, not if they have ever known love.”

BECAUSE love truly saves. I'm sick of people trying to devalue love as one of the main plots of The Hunger Games, when it constantly shows us that love builds, heals, and saves the characters. Haymitch, Katniss, and Peeta build their lives after trauma, pain, and loss with love as their foundation. Yes, love doesn't solve everything, but it's strong enough to give us hope every day if, and only if, we're brave enough to choose it, even if it means losing it at some point.

[finnickodaair]

DAMIAN HARDUNG as JAMES BEAUFORT Maxton Hall: The World Between Us (2024- )

[daisydood]

you know the franchise is fucked when Katniss Everdeen can be put through all of That and be considered the lucky one 😭

[galindaelphaba]

DAMIAN HARDUNG as JAMES BEAUFORT MAXTON HALL SEASON 1 (requested by anon)

[lencredove]

live  by  the  sun , love  by  the  moon  &  if  you  cannot  be  free  . . .  be  a  mystery. indie writing blog for 𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘋 from suzanne collins the hunger games : sunrise on the reaping.

[connorwyndham]

Maxton Hall — The World Between Us (2024).

[4bernathy]

@lencredove

[4bernathy]

❛ You’re okay. You’ve just been asleep for a few days. ❜ | from catching fire memes / from lucy gray. (still deciding how to write our verse)

“hm?”   a soft hum escapes haymitch’s cracked lips,  his mind still floating somewhere in between dreams and consciousness,  struggling to cling onto the latter as his eyes flutter open.   his vision is still blurry,  black specs dancing in front of his eyes.   “days?   asleep for days?”   he tries to swallow but the inside of his mouth is dry,  tasting like copper.   his left side aches.   his chest does,  too.   and his head…   there’s a marching band in there,  using his temples for drums.   he wants to sit up,  but something,  pain or fatigue but most likely a combination of both,  pulls him back,  his head sinking into the pillow.   his fingers dig into the rough wool of whatever blanket or cloth is wrapped around him.   “where the hell am i?”   he croaks,  the scent of pine needles and the faint tang of wood smoke have him feeling like he’s no longer in the victor’s village.   is he even still in district twelve?   his vision begins to clear,  and he notices the slats of gray morning light that stripe the low ceiling overhead,  and then…   “who are you?”   a figure comes into view.   a girl.   no,  a woman.   slender frame.   dark curls loose around her face.   and his heart just stops.   it’s been so long.   “lenore dove?”

[lencredove]

🕊ㅤㅤ⁺ㅤㅤ"cause it's not that simple, sweetmitch." poor boy, so sweet indeed, and she can't even give his suggestions proper answers. "it's not anything for certain, nothin' written in stone. it's just what i think." that she'll disappear like her mama and lucy gray baird did. "i'm sorry," saying apologetically for getting him upset, hand extends and thumb smears the tear away from his cheek. "sometimes i'm just paranoid, don't take it to heart like that," backtracking on her words because they both can't end up weak and crying. genuinely, she feels bad too, for moving him to the point of tears in the middle of her breakdown. now it's her turn to be strong. "i don't want to hold you back. won't that be holdin' you back?" making him waste his time taking care of her in that arena... she'll think of something, maybe a will to survive no matter how futile it might seem with president snow on her back so she doesn't risk him losing his life.

"course not, but when it comes down to it you'll still want to try to survive." even if he won't be going in as some cold blooded murdered like the careers. it's her fault she put him in here in the first place. fingers card through his locks while he holds her tight, she doesn't deserve this sweet boy. then there's a silence for a long minute after he's asked her about snow... her mind battling on what to tell him. "i don't know," the girl lies, doe eyes staring back at him when his hands frame her face, hard to look him in the eye when she lies but she tries, "he's been watching us. probably ever since i got noisy with the peacekeepers." skirting around the truth of her little rebellion with the orange paint she's been keeping from him. "that's probably all it takes to get a rise out of him."

[4bernathy]

“is anythin’ ever simple in life?”   the only simple thing,  the one that’s been a constant for years,  unchanging,  unbroken,  unwavering,  is his love for his girl.   everything else is more or less complicated.   “but why do you think so?”   that she’ll disappear.   die young.   it tears him to pieces,  whispering these questions in her ear.   “you can’t say things like this and expect me to ask no questions,  to just take what you’re tellin’ me for a fact.   i won’t let anythin’ happen to you as long as i live and breathe.   curse or no curse,  you’re my girl and i’ll fight for you like all-fire,”   he promises,  squeezing her waist.   “don’t be sorry.   i just want to make sense of it all…   i can’t lose you,  lenore dove.   i can’t so don’t you jus’ give up and tell me it’s some generational curse.”   his hand captures hers in the dark,  kissing her tear-stained fingertips,  his eyes still stinging but now he’s trying to be strong again.

“of course not,”   he insists,  shaking his head for emphasis.   “takin’ care of you,  protectin’ you that ain’t no burden so don’t let this place convince you otherwise.   you never hold me back.   you do the opposite.   you’re the reason i wake up each mornin’ and keep goin’.”   even if he stood a chance,  which he doesn’t,  he wouldn’t leave her side.   “everyone wants to survive,  but not at all costs.   people of the capitol think we’re animals,  incapable of truly lovin’ one another.   you and i,  we’ll prove ‘em wrong if that’s the last thing we’ll ever do.”   he will never betray her.   his ma and sid will find a way to carry on without him,  but he could never return home without his girl.   he closes his eyes for a moment and does his best to memorize the way her fingers feel as they comb through his blond curls,  and he rests his head atop her chest,  arms holding her tightly as he listens to the sound of her beating heart.

“makes sense,”   he whispers,  mulling over the answer she’s provided,  wondering if president snow really keeps close tabs on every underage rebel in the making,  if he’s that paranoid and obsessed with the idea of being all powerful.   he comes to the conclusion that yes,  yes,  he is.   but there was something other than pure hatred in that man’s cold blue eyes and haymitch can’t quite find the name for it.   “guess this is one way to quench a rebellion before it can even begin.   throw all the rebellious kids into the arena.”   except it doesn’t make sense,  not truly,  not when he thinks of how many other children must be out there in other districts,  acting just like lenore dove,  and can be threatened or flogged or hurt and put to heel in other ways.   “i won’t let ‘im hurt you.”   he doesn’t even realize how childish it sounds,  how boyishly naive such promises are.   

[sillygirlantics]

“he lives alone, no wife or children, most of his waking hours drunk”

[hollywocd]

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[lencredove]

🕊ㅤㅤ⁺ㅤㅤhands fall to her lap that her bambi eyes fall with, briefly warm but torn gaze redirects and casts on his face. quickly regretful in doing so when she finds his own tears, causing her to look away because her heart can't tolerate it without breaking into even more shards. “that's what you think.” but he's wrong. she's a real believer in superstition, the universe, mystery. the baird last name is tying her to a string that has coriolanus snow on one end and her on another, and aunt lucy gray in the middle.

“..you know the meanin' of a curse? it's somethin' that casts on you, on the day you're born and it holds with you til your fateful end.” now that might sound like crazy talk, but it didn't matter how coherent she sounded now, that was the truth. her mama died on the day of her birth, a covey member vanished and that same member was tied to the true reasonin' she was here now. not because she was haymitch's lover and he was defiant ( – something she did learn later because he's right it WASN'T show ) , but for another bigger reasonin' she knew about and he didn't. this was her fate since day one.

it takes haymitch's stronger arms to pull her into him before she'll finally budge and stop refusing to touch him. she's just afraid the more she caves into her emotions and love for him–– that she won't survive when she watches him die. arms reluctantly wrap around his neck, but once she's there, she's doing what she wishes she wouldn't. caving to him. squeezing tight, going limp in his arms, kissing his cheekbone.  “they are.” small resilient creatures that can survive, but she isn't sure she can be like the bird. maybe she's just more of the color– dove in weakness. “but i'm kiddin' myself, i'll just freeze up.” unless it comes to protecting him. “and you, i'll hold you back. i'll be goin' to the next life first. considerin' i'm not sure how much fairness will be in these games.” there's not a chance president snow is going to just let her win, EVEN if by some miracle it was all fair n' square.

[4bernathy]

“why don’t you explain it me,  then?   tell it to me like i’m ten again,  tell me ‘bout this curse and maybe we’ll find a way to break or reverse it,”   he softly pleads,  hot tears licking at his lower lashes,  clouding his vision.   he didn’t cry on the reaping day,  didn’t cry in front of president snow at the heavensbee mansion,  but now that they’re alone in the dark,  he can feel himself slowly crumbling to dust,  carefully crafted facade falling to pieces.   “just talk to me.”   he ends up closing his eyes and burying his face in her auburn curls,  hiding his fears.   he wants to be strong,  give his girl a sense of stability in these uncertain times,  make her believe he’s got it all under control to keep her from worrying even more,  but deep down his stomach’s roiling.   a storm of emotions brewing and he doesn’t know how to stop it.   it must be part of her culture,  he thinks,  this belief in curses and spells and superstition in general,  which is one more reason why he wants to be respectful and not say anything harsh or judgmental.   “let’s say you’re right about this,”   he sighs,  abandoning his own narrative to better understand where she’s coming from,   “don’t curses have to be cast?   like spells?   who could ever wish this on you?”   is she just meant to die young?   is that the curse?   a shiver races down his spine,  a fresh wave of tears spilling over his cheeks.   he doesn’t know how,  but he won’t let that happen.  

feeling lenore dove’s slender arms coil around his neck,  haymitch breathes a sigh of relief and brings her closer,  squeezing her smaller body,  his hands rubbing her back,  smoothing her hair.   he melts into her,  like wax too near to a flame,  body molding so that they fit together like two puzzle pieces.   “if you freeze up,  i’ll carry you.   we’re a team.   you’re the love of my life,  i’ll take care of you,”   he says quietly,  as though it was so simple and he could just scoop her up into his arms and bring her to safety.   the kiss to his cheekbone sets his skin on fire,  his chest tightening even more painfully.   hand cradling the back of her head,  he returns the sweet act of affection and kisses the shell of her ear.   “holdin’ me back?   right,  ‘cause if it wasn’t for you,  i’d be choppin’ off heads left and right,  ‘course i would…”   he sighs,  shaking his head and trying to show her how ridiculous her claim is.   frowning as he pulls back,  hands framing her face,   “why do you say that?”   he has his own reasons to believe the games will most likely be rigged,  they already have been rigged and that’s why she’s here,  but then something else crosses his mind and although it sounds ridiculous,  he hears himself asking,   “how does he know so much about you?”   snow.   but he refuses to say the name,  the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at the mere recollection of that disgusting,  blood-curdling encounter.   he’s the president of panem and she’s just a district girl,  it sounds ridiculous but bet i know a thing or two about your dove…   how?   why?