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hiatus n) a person who fakes a smile "I wish she was dead. I wish they were all dead and we were too. It would be best." independent selective finnick odair written by eru

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;outofthesea [ Hello everyone who is still here! I haven’t been on this blog in the past few months because it has been way too overwhelming for me. However, I am probably going to temporarily relocate Finn to this blog, and keep him as a very private muse. Maybe after I’ve seen Mockingjay Part 2 and/or reread THG books, I’ll bring Finn back to his own blog, but for now, he’s not coming back here. Thank you all for your understanding!  ]

( Also here is a list of the blogs you can find me at in the meantime. )

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[ hydrophobiic ]

    Letting the wind keep her in the air, feeling it      flow through her  feathers, Johanna chirped,     “Oh, man – that  would  totally suck! I mean,      at least they would still be food, but it would      still be disappointing.”

     “We could force feed them to Haymitch for       tricking us!” Finnick chirped the idea out       thoughtfully. “I bet he has a a great stash       of bugs somewhere that he doesn’t tell       anyone about.”

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[ bxdragglxd ]

“Oh, uh, me?”

            Annie blushed. She’d been daydreaming while the director had been taking             roll and almost missed her name.

            “Please pay attention, Miss Cresta.” Annie nodded and hid back into her copy             of the script. This was going wonderfully–all she had wanted was something fun             her senior year…considering all things…

            Finnick was bored out of his mind at this script reading. As punishments went,             this was cruel and unusual. He wasn’t an actor.

            At least no one he knew was in drama. No one to poke fun at the bad boy being             stuck reading out Shakespearean lines that he understood, but would never admit             to enjoying. Never ever.

“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!”

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;outofthesea [ I did two drafts. I’m AMAZING. But now I should probs slink off to do other stuff. In the meantime:

Recommend some cool blogs for me !! My dash is dead. ]

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[ I was tagged by the wonderful sunsetorangemockingjay for the 20 most beautiful people challenge. I don’t actually know what it is but I guess we put selfies under the cut, so have Eru face!!

I’m tagging (and of course none of you have to do it if you do not want!!) hydrophobiic, bxdragglxd, pxstorvaga, infinitelyxcomplicated, pumbloom-initiative, and  my computer won’t let me tag anyone else that I know for some reason so anyone else who wants to do it?? ]

my hair game was on point on the third

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cerebralis’s 150+ Follow Forever!

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Sooooooo this is nothing too fancy–except for the lovely graphic beardedescort made for me, because she is a kind human being to someone like me who has exactly zero graphic-making skills–but since I was busy when I hit my last milestone a while back, I figured this would be appropriate! 

I tend to keep my blog semi-selective to keep my stress levels low, and keep things manageable when I have things going on outside of my beloved Andrix’s blog here. If you are not on this list, I can assure it isn’t because I wouldn’t love to try and RP with you, or anything like that. This is primarily for the people who have made my experience here particularly great, and those who I myself can be too reserved to talk with while admiring their character/blog/etc from afar…anyhow, here goes!

The Victors 

(To those I write and interact with most often, who have helped me enjoy my experience greatly.)

viictorygiift / doctorkingsman / bxdragglxd (She has a lot of blogs :P), poweriism, sincethexbeginning, valuablesecrets.

The Tributes

(To those who I may or may not have written with before, who I admire their wonderful talents from a distance, or anyone who I think is pretty damn cool.)

distruust, calculatingvictor, eccedentesiiastt (you get to be here twice because I don’t write with Finnick much!), offishhooks, kingsmancaradoc, rougeivoire, kxtnips, showmaxter, polyphobiia, beardedescort, tentoriumxlignum. 

To everyone who has followed, written, or talked with me ooc before, thank you so much, and I’m glad to be even a small part of the THG RP community here!

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[ mockingjayxkatniss ]

Katniss had noticed that Finnick was happier than before. No wonder he was reunited with his true love again. So it was totally expected and no surprise. Only the girl wished she had the same kind of reunion with Peeta. Unlike her, she almost got killed by Peeta, thanks to what Snow had done to him. By hijacking him. Just so Peeta would kill her. Snow always let anyone else do his dirty works. Rolling her eyes, as she took a deep breath. Folding her arms over each other. 

Little smile appeared onto her face, still looking at Finnick and Annie, as her sister walked to her, and Katniss gave Prim a little hug, as she walked in the cafeteria with her little sister to get something to eat. Decided to sit with Finnick and Annie. “Hey, mind if we join you guys.” After she got back from the hospital after Peeta tried to choke her. 

“Hey, Katniss. Sure, sit down.” Finnick couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed almost an impossibility that he could stop feeling this elated. Finally, everything was working out for the better. He had Annie beside him, alive and well, and he didn’t have to cater to the monstrous appetite of the Capitol. His body was his own, and he and Annie were getting married in a couple of weeks. 

“Are you two coming to the wedding?” Finnick’s left hand clutched onto Annie’s like a lifeline. She was still silent, watching Prim in particular, while picking at her food. For the moment, Finnick was focused on Katniss and the ring of slowly developing bruises on her neck. He had heard about Peeta, but bringing it up in front of Prim and Annie seemed highly inappropriate. The mention of that sort of violence put Annie on edge, and Finnick was doing what he could to keep her settled.

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[ criminousdevil ]

“Why do you care about what I did or didn’t do?!

 It is my business, not yours.”

“If it’s not my business, why did I hear them say you wanted to talk to me? You’re in trouble, aren’t you?”

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[ ty-fisher ]

“Fuck you. Yes, Finnick Odair. You heard me well, fuck you.  You fucked me all over in the arena; now I’m telling you go and fuck yourself….” He growled. There was a long moment of silence where Tyler looked at Finnick in such a way that Finnick would have dropped dead on the floor if looks could kill. He could barely believe what the other man was telling him.  Tyler was doing a tremendous effort in order not let his anger control him. One could easily see that because the vein on his forehead was becoming prominent. He was clutching his teeth forcefully. The glass he was holding on his right hand shattered into several pieces.

“I wasn’t expecting to be your best pals; I wasn’t expecting you to cry me a river if you died…” He said as he pulled the shatters of glass from his hand. He was bleeding profusely but he didn’t seem to care. “I never asked for advice or have a mental breakdown. I am a career. I’m prepared for this…” He said taking a handkerchief and doing a quick tourniquet to stop the bleeding.  “I just wanted someone who attempted to do their part of the job and not…” He made a pause. “…someone like you.” He added. “Did you at least attempted an effort to help me out, did you?”  He asked trying to fight the knot in his throat.

“Do nasty things to me?” He said sarcastically. “Like what? Telling the rest of the world that I’m a mental case?” He said amused. “Oh, well. In that case, I think I am.” He added. “Or maybe I could be left to my luck in the middle of the ocean with sharks or panther mutts to chase me.” He added as he took a bottle of vodka to disinfect his hand and then took a deep gulp from it.

Finnick’s temper finally blew. It wasn’t often that he let his anger overrule his good sense, but he could make an exception this time. He said nothing yet to the boy bleeding out beside him. With a firm grip, he took Tyler by the arm and yanked him towards a nearby bathroom. “Just going to clean this out,” he called back to the people watching them depart. His smile remained firmly in place until he slammed the door shut and locked it behind them. It vanished as soon as the public was away, a ferocious look of anger in its place. Finnick never allowed himself to lose control like this, not since the arena. This was the side of him that killed people, the monster he kept under wraps around those people with the ability to execute him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Despite his anger, he kept his voice to a furious whisper. “Are you so stupid as to think this is some game? Do you think I enjoy these things? I never asked to be put in the Games, I never asked to lose my entire family to the Hunger Games. I’ve been protecting you from Snow this whole damn time. You don’t get left alone as a Victor, you’re Capitol property now.” Finnick knew what he was, what they both were now. They were property to be bought and rented as the Capitol pleased. They didn’t belong to themselves.

“If Snow catches one whiff of disobedience, you can tell anyone you love goodbye. If there is one person on this godforsaken Earth that you give one shit about, shut the fuck up. If you don’t, Snow won’t take it out on you, he’ll take it out on them. When I acted like a brat, the way you are, they killed my little brother. They won’t hesitate to kill anyone you care about to get you to fall in line.”

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Besides Annie, Mags, and the sea, what makes you the happiest?

“Strawberries with sugar.” 

     A delicacy in Four, but still something Finnick valued. It was the first treat Mags had bought him, on their first visit to town together. He and Gill had shared them and squabbled good-naturedly over the last one. To this day, the mere mention brought a smile to his face. Perhaps he would go down to the market today and see if they got in a fresh shipment…

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Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

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“She said more than anything, she liked taking virginity.”

     Talking about her always left Finnick in shivers, though he did his best to control himself around the gray face. 

“She had this thick green hair. It was a shade that reminded me of a poisonous snake I killed in my Games. She found it so funny that I had never slept with anyone before. She said she was going to teach me all the tricks.” He swallowed hard before continuing. “The first thing she did was shove my tongue inside of her. It made me want to gag but she held me there until she finished. Then there were the handcuffs… Her nails were black and she left scratches up and down every part of me. Three days she had rented me for…”

     Finnick shook his head, refusing to indulge them any further. “I’m not discussing this any more.”

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                the pink bunny slippers hadn’t been exactly her first choise ; but when the fire alarm had gone off ; it was the safest and quickest to get on. plus they were warm in the chill air ; and that was really a bonus. she rubs her arms outside the hoody ; before looking over at him ; a small smile fighting it’s way on to her lips. ❛ i’ve got a pair of blue ones too…though i think they are far too small for you. ❜  her words are followed by a ringing laughter & she shift slightly on her feet. they had not talked much outside the small conversations in the elevator & perhaps now ; they could finally talk a little more than just around jokes and back fires. her eyes drifts once more to his cartoon clad lower half & she bites her lower lip before looking up at him again. ❛ mmm… i think i’ll let you keep them. ❜

               “are you cold?” concern makes an appearance as she rubs her arms. he would offer her his jacket if he had the sense to grab one on the way out. as it is, he’s freezing too and wearing nothing but his cartoon boxers. the old lady from the apartment below him is giving him dirty looks, as though he planned to be standing around half naked in public. he’s careful not to startle her as he moves a little closer, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to try and get a little circulation going. “we should be able to go in soon. then you can grab a cup of hot chocolate to warm you up.” he would go for a cup himself once he got inside. for now, he smiles at the girl before him. he’s so glad her brother isn’t here. it isn’t easy to get to know someone when their scowling older brother is constantly over your shoulder. still, octavia is worth it.

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[ bxdragglxd ]

His smile took her breath away. That smile made all of their previous pain easier to bear and made the future easier to cope with. Seeing him smile like that was a moment she never thought could have been a possibility. Here she was, though, living their dreams together.

“I can’t see how the baby wouldn’t know. You’re quite settled on a girl, aren’t you?” she laughed, carefully tucking a piece of his hair back. Her fingers brushed over a scar from the attack in the sewers–the mutts, the explosion. He was missing for so long, lost in a Rebel hospital. Then she got the call–her husband would come home with her. Despite the scarring and the injuries that he felt so insecure about, Annie had never been so happy to welcome him home.

“Do you want to try and go back to bed with me?” she offered, voice quiet and soft as not to startle any dark thoughts she couldn’t sense in the depths of his eyes. If he needed space, she’d give it to him, but she was still his wife and he was still half of her soul and she still worried about him.

Their new world still held the nightmares of yesterday. They had a new future to heal in, but their pain and wounds ran deep. They had each other and their growing baby.

“I’m very settled,” he agreed with a quiet laugh. He couldn’t shake the idea of having a baby girl to care for. Perhaps it was the fact that he had grown up with all brothers that made the idea of a little girl so wonderful. “But even if she’s a he, I’ll love him just the same.”

He was quiet at her suggestion, still lost in the thoughts of their daughter/son. The healing process was a difficult one, but it was a step he was willing to take in order to be a good dad. Not just a father, but a daddy. He had to learn to be strong again for his baby. The baby would help him to heal, he knew, just as Annie had. New scars meant new nightmares, and his face was still so raw from the pain of the invasion into the Capitol.

“Okay.” His agreement was soft, and his eyes were slow to trail back up to hers. His hands managed to find hers. He knotted their fingers together and squeezed, seeking reassurance there. “We can try.” He wanted to try because he loved being near her. It helped them both.

Honestly, Finn would give Annie anything she wanted if she asked in that way. Delicate and caring. Annie worried about him, even when he didn’t want her to.

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[ xbarcos ]

❝Si, it is cheaper to dig a hole in the ground and let it fill with rain water or water from the tide than it is to build a whole building around it.❞ Jesúsa laughed, running a hand through her hair.  ❝My house was close to the ocean    high tide was in my backyard some nights.❞

Jesúsa missed the ocean dearly, but the university was close enough to the ocean    it wouldn’t be that long of a bus ride, right?  ❝We have soap operas in Cuba    they show right after school got out and they were always about high school girls and boys… When most jobs got out they showed ones about kidnappers and police and all of the really dramatic ones. They show for three or four two or three episode seasons and then they never show up again.❞ She laughed again,  ❝You should watch them some time, they are so dramatic it’s hilarious. I’ll turn the English subtitles on for you and everything.❞

“How generous of you. I don’t think I could get through a whole show in Spanish without the subtitles,” Finnick admitted, his hand running up through the back of his hair. He was a little bit ashamed that she could speak English so well while he floundered with Spanish.

“How about we swim together, go grab lunch and then watch a soap opera? Sounds like a great way to spend a Saturday.” He grinned at her before holding a door open for her. He could smell the chlorine coming from nearby. Finnick was excited to get back into the water, his natural habitat. While he of course preferred the ocean, the swimming pool was the closest he could get right now. He followed in behind her, letting the door screech shut with a bang. “I’ll buy you some sandwiches. There’s this great little store a couple blocks away with the best sandwiches of all time. You’ll love it.” He grinned at her.

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"Ah, I see you have a sword! I have one too! They're very manly. And tough." - pxstorvaga { and you know she did it IN THE MANLY MAN VOICE. xD }

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“I take it you want a match?“ 

     Finnick contained a laugh behind a challenging smile, his own sword raising. Emma never ceased to amuse, did she? 

“Bring it on, Emma. My sword is more manly than yours.”

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“ Y o u are no girl, but your sword sure is!” Emma grinned, making a face back at him. “But you’re good at this! I won ‘cause I hid, not ‘cause I had a manly sword like this one.”

“ Well, would you rather have another competition? We can do races instead.” Finnick always loved races. There was such a great thrill, especially in water. Then again, he always won in the water.

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      she is not used to taking such risks but her curiosity & tendency to become       COMPETITIVE began to surface. despite the fact that the light around them       was quite dim hermione could tell she was red based on the warmth running        through her veins. a childlike laugh escaped from hermione’s lips. 

                 ❛  a race?❜

        ( how childish. how carefree. ) a proposed race ignited that competitve         streak; however, she knew that swimming was not one of her areas of         strength. 

❛   alright, odair. you’ve got yourself a race but          we should make this interesting. ❜

     he could see the light come into her eyes at the offer of competition. it      only made him grin all the more, cheeky thing that he was. clearly she      was competitive. well, good. so was he. he had a tendency to win no      matter the odds. it would make this race interesting.

❛   what are you proposing, granger? ❜

     of course he knew exactly what she was talking about, but the mock      surprise and shock at the offer was fun to simulate. still, he continued      grinning at her, excitement beginning to show.

❛   i thought good girls like you didn’t make bets.      you’ve got my attention now. ❜

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"Punch him. That's how men make friends." - pxstorvaga

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“Yeah, I punch him and then I get arrested.”

     Finnick muttered out of the corner of his mouth,      eyes darting to glance at Emma for only half a     moment. She really wanted to get him in trouble     didn’t she? 

“Why don’t you go over them and punch him?  I don’t feel like losing a tooth in a fight today.”

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[ pxstorvaga ]

“Left. Got it.” Emma began to roll up the sleeves of her flannel. Emma had been so happy when Finnick had agreed to come back to Ten with her, because he was her support and he was there for her when her father wasn’t… Emma wanted to prove that even the star children of the Capitol weren’t little toys to Snow from their own free will.

“You chose good, lefty there is a real dick. I’ve been waiting t’ do this since he kicked m’ cow.” She untied the bandana she wore around her hair to keep it from her face. “Hold this, I got a bone t’ pick.”

Finnick’s irritation was slowly beginning to vanish in the wake of amusement at her antics. He took the bandanna from her, and after a moment of cheeky thought, tied it around his own head, keeping the curls from spilling across his forehead.

“Swing hard, aim for his jaw. It’s weak.” Easy enough to see to a Victor, at least. Finnick had overall enjoyed his stay in Ten, despite his current irritation with the world around him. That could be primarily ascribed to the fact that his nightmares last night had included Gill. That was a part of Finnick he didn’t enjoy sharing.