Stay Alive

Sideblog. Main = Katniss. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know." Second Quarter Quell Victor, mentor, drunkard, rebel... The name is Haymitch, sweetheart. "And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies."

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you drink yourself into a certain kind of numbness                            but that still don’t wash the blood from your hands

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The tapes are marked with the year of the Games and the name of the Victor. I dig around and suddenly find one in my hand that we have not watched. The year of the Games if fifty. That would make it the Second Quarter Quell. And the name of the Victor is Haymitch Abernathy.

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questions about your character.

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♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them? ♠ - What are they afraid of? ♦ - What is one thing about them that they are most proud of? ♣ - What is one thing that they find embarrassing? (About them, others, things in general) ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why? ☾- Are they prone to nightmares or dreamless sleep? ☼ - Something that/Someone who makes them happy. ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react? ♪ - Are they musically inclined? ♫ - What kind of music do they enjoy? ✓ - How do they react to praise? ✕ - How do they handle rejection? ☺ - Do they prefer sour or sweet treats? ❄ -  Favorite season and why? ☮ - Do they have an idol or someone they look up to? ❤ - Do they have a love interest? ✖ - Who is someone they just cannot stand? ♔ - Do they value loyalty? ♕ - Do they trust easily?

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Promo time

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You must be a rp blog (a role game player blog if you’re not I don’t do the promo) and reblog or like this post The 10 first will have a promo. I only do it if I’ve the 10 blog to promote.

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2 more wants?

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shelbi's endless list of otps | 7/∞

effie x haymitch

"Loosen your corset, have a drink."

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                              ❝If she really wanted me to be there for her, she’d let me.             She’d rather be alone, to soak in her own misery and at this point, I’m prepared to let her. Because nothing anyone can do or say can make her happy or make her less miserable. She’s too determined ——- she’s a masochist.❞                  [ It was true, in his mind. He’d done all he could; she wasn’t the same friend he had. She didn’t talk to him, wouldn’t listen, she was too busy being broken. He’d done everything but hand her the glue, but she’d rather lie in pieces on the floor. Everyone here did everything they could to tread lightly around her, because she was a land mine, threatening to destroy everything. ]            ❝What do you mean if I was doing my part? You think I haven’t been trying?❞

                                          "It's too early for this kind of crap. "

                                   " Listen here, kid, That girl in there, has been nothing but good to you back in 12, and she's done everything possible to keep you and your family safe. Do you really think I wanted her or Peeta around all the time? That I didn't try to kick them out? --They stayed, and I love those kids more than anything, so if you can't be there for her, you better get out and run far far away, because she deserves a whole lot better than some little boy pretending to be soldier and quaking in his boots at the first sign of trouble." 

            [To say Hatmitch was pissed would be an understatement and he was in half a mind to knock Soldier Boy's pretty head against the wall repeatedly until he saw sense. It was people like this that disgusted him more than anything; the quitters, the one that gave up and left at the first sign of trouble. He'd known people like that and they had been like salt being poured on the wounds already inflicted by the Capitol.]

                                "Forget it, Gale. Go hide behind your momma's skirts while you still can." 

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crestaofannie:

  Annie looked towards Haymitch and smiled weakly. She nodded as she touched her hand. She was glad he was able to show some form of emotion towards her. “I am Haymitch, we all know it. It’s good to see you ever year though. You give me some form of comfort I guess.” 

"Sweetheart, insane's a big word for people like us. Broken maybe, but you're not really nuts." If he didn't drink himself in a stupor every day, who knew what he ended up becoming instead. None of them were the people that went into the Games, and their terrors were all the same. Broken was probably the best way to put it. "It's good to see you too, even if I'd rather see you somewhere else next time." 

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Starry Skies | Maysilee & Haymitch

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thereapedtwin:

  Soon, her head fell back to his shoulder. She didn’t want to seem odd, or weird him out. It was the last thing she wanted. Especially since… Well, tomorrow the chance for one of them to get reaped is doubled. What if she lost him? Either with him getting killed, or herself? She couldn’t even comprehend the thought. No. No. There was so many other kids out there, and their chances were as minimal as one could think.

"Gemini." She started, pointing at a constellation. "Named after the twin brothers, Castor and Pollux. Together, they were known as Dioscouri. Their mother was Leda, but they had different fathers. Castor was a mortal, and son of Tyndareus, while Pollux was Zeus’. SUpposedly they had twin sisters too… Helen of Troy and Clytemnestra…" And, she got carried away. "Anyways, brightest start of this constellation is Pollux."

"Long story short, I learned some of it. Mostly the ones that are linked to greek myths." It was ancient and mostly forgotten, but Maysilee loved it. Concentrating on the side of his face, the girl fell silent for a few moments. Just looking over the side of his face and fine line of his jaw. She knew every freckle and curve like it was her own, since he was probably one person she saw every single day. Possibly even more than her sister. But it was just the way it was. Haymitch was her best friend, and pharmacist’s daughter was her sisters. "I can’t wait till we turn 18."

Haymitch didn't let himself think about it now. He could be sarcastic and hide his feelings behind quick wit, but when he let himself, his mind was like a trap door to the darkness, and he couldn't go there now when they were sharing such a special moment, gazing up at stars and just enjoying each other's company. At least, he was enjoying it, because no matter what happened, he would always find his way back to Maysilee, and she was the only one who could make the world seem right. 

Following her gaze and where she pointed at, his brows lifted in curiosity and he peered up at the sky studiously, trying to make out the shape to fit the name. He was still trying to connect the stars as she rambled on about the mythology behind the name, and Haymitch's mouth curved up at the corner. She was so adorable at times. 

He could feel the heat of her gaze on his skin and swallowing thickly, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down at the tension building between them. It wasn't uncomfortable persay, but the air seemed to spark with something he had craved for too long but was forbidden simply because of who they were to each other. Best friends. 

"Because you like Greek myths," he commented with a cheeky grin, before turning to look at her. Caught of guard by the intensity of her stare, he reacted without thinking, ignoring her words as he pulled her in closer by her shoulders and leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss.

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Trust me.

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Orange?” He seems unconvinced. “Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say.“At least, that’s what you told me once.” “Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.” But more words tumble out.“You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.” Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry

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District Twelve Tributes | 50th Hunger Games & 74th Hunger Games

The odds are never in our favor,

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and she has fallen in love with a man who has no happy stories. but she makes him smile without realising that now, all of his happy stories are of her.

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Reminder

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withafriendlysmile:

This is a sideblog. I’ll follow you back with my main (ixsaidxreal) if I don’t follow you already. And you can always reply to my open starters, or send me a message if you want to plot. 

Love you all and thank you so much for following my Delly. 

Same counts for my Haymitch of course, and I'm really honored 66 of you are already following him. 

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Train to Hell | Maysilee & Haymitch

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thereapedtwin:

  "I remembered your name too, and you still said it." she said simply, trying to move the subject away from the blurt she just did. Taking the cup, she examined the dark brown, thick liquid inside. Hot chocolate. She had it once or twice before, but never in this amount or this strong. Taking a sip, she closed her eyes and inhaled, savoring the taste and aroma. The possibility of dying hit her hard, and perhaps the best thing was to enjoy little things, and die with some dignity. 

Placing the mug after several more sips, she took a few orange slices that were on the table beside her. Aftertaste of chocolate remained, and mixed with orange. Humming, she leaned back into the chair, curling her legs underneath herself. “Wanna sit down, or do you want to eat more?” She felt just about ready to pop after all the food she ate. But supplies were important, and throwing few kilos onto her bones could only bring her well in the games. Being able to go more without food. 

It was uncomfortable as hell. He didn't know how to talk to this girl, and although he told her she could talk to him about anything that didn't involve killing each other in the games, he still found it hard to answer even the simplest things, because he still couldn't stop picturing it. How one day very soon, she'd come charging at him and he would have to hurt her too. The Capitol and their ridiculous Games, the punishment for an uprising they crushed with their big, corrupt stained boots. None of this was fair. 

"I'm full but I think I'm gonna eat some more," he replied with a shrug. Too little food for too long made him greedy and if he was going to die soon enough, he might as well do it with a full stomach, feeling ready to pop. Grabbing a cheese sandwich from a tray, he turned to face her fully, his backside resting against the edge of the table. "You've got a sister, don't you? I think I saw another girl that looked just like you at the reaping. And that other blonde you hugged. Also a sister?" 

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Starry Skies | Maysilee & Haymitch

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thereapedtwin:

  Maysi couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, shaking her head rapidly. “No, you’re too handsome to look like that guy.” And it was true. Haymitch was, in her opinion, one of most handsome guys she had ever met. Well… He was the most handsome guy any girl in District 12 ever met, really. The funny fact was, that she quite hated all the girls that fawned and cooed over him, whenever he’d stroll the hallways. He was her best friend, and… She needed him in her life, and if he got a girlfriend… Then she wouldn’t be the most important girl he had in his life. And that, wasn’t an option.

Snuggling further into his side, her nose unexpectedly pressed into the crease of his neck, and she inhaled. He smelled clean and like grass and ash, the hint most people in District shared. It was familiar, and he felt like home. Eyes fluttering close, the blonde could feel her body relax against Haymitch’s frame. Maybe it’ll never happen. She didn’t want to. Maybe it was a selfish thing to do or think, but… She wanted him, in a way a little different from the one you were supposed to want your best friend in. It involved a kiss and hand holding. Being together.

She had wanted to tell him for a while now, but it was a terrifying thought. He was her best friend, and what if she lost him? If he didn’t feel this back, nothing would ever be the same again. They’d drift apart and that’d be the end of it. After the reaping. Yes. They always went home together after it, gossiping about the Capitol and how they dodged a bullet once again. She’d admit it to him after that.

"Every guy in our class is too handsome to be him, except the butcher's son himself," he chuckled, brushing off the compliment easily. It didn't do him any good to linger on things she said, because it was only setting himself up for heartbreak. If he let himself analyze it, and it meant nothing more than things would get uncomfortable and tense. It was better not to acknowledge it to much.

Friend. Nothing more. 

It was hard though, especially when he felt her nose against his skin, her warm breath escaping her nose and then he imagined he could feel her draw in breath, or hear it at lease...Was she inhaling him? Not that he didn't do the same every chance he got, mostly when he was hugging her or comforting her, then he'd take a quick whiff of her hair, thinking she wouldn't notice anyway. 

Tomorrow was the reaping and he figured they should probably be heading home soon, but he didn't want to leave here yet and so he gently rubbed her back. "Did you ever learn the names? Of the stars?" He hadn't. Not that he wasn't smart, but he just didn't have the patience for it. Maysilee was smarter though and he wouldn't be surprised that she did. 

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Train to Hell | Maysilee & Haymitch

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thereapedtwin:

  "Maysilee." She said almost inaudibly, before given a chance to look up. They all knew each other names, from when the fluttering pink woman had called them up. The ones that hadn’t had the odds in their favors. Haymitch Abernarthy, the boy she never actually spoke to. She knew of him, because their parents sometimes interacted and exchanged the goods, but they had never been friends. "I’m sorry this happened to you." And not just you, of course. You Kael, to Jay, to you and me. We simply were the unlucky ones.

Glancing over Haymitch shoulder, her eyes fell on the other two chosen ones, and she really hoped that none of them would kill each other. She knew she had no chance in these games, though. But she would damn well try. And hard. After a moment of silence, the girl lowered herself onto the edge of the sofa, shifting in a poor attempt to get comfortable. “So, what do you talk about to the person that’ll try to kill you, and whom you’re gonna try to kill back?”

Did I just say that out loud?

"Oh my God, I’m sorry. I have no clue what came over me!"

  "Yeah, I remembered," he answered, quirking his brows a little at the random mention of her name. He hadn't even asked it. Not unless she was telepathic and was picking up someone else's thoughts. Not that things like that were real. When it was obvious she was just discarding his earlier question and directed the conversation in a direction he really didn't want to go, his mouth turned down at the corners as he inspected the cupcake in his hand. It looks good. Of course, it does. It's food, and he's been hungry for too long. 

At the sudden blunt question, his gaze cut over to her and he frowned, one shoulder lifting in a semi-shrug, "The food," he murmured, gesturing at the abundance of it. "--or the clothes." At that he pointed in their escort's direction, Maybelline still going on about the magnificent clothes. "Anything really as long as it's not about the Games." 

Shaking his head at her regretful exclamation, he dismissed it with a wave of his hand, before bringing the cupcake to his mouth and taking a big bite out of it, chewing and trying to talk at the same time. "Don't be. It's true."