imagine being haymitch & your best friend dies in a mine explosion but you didn’t bc you won the hunger games so you never have to work again & you drove him away bc of all of your grief & anger.
so then time passes by & you get worse & worse & worse & then the seventy fourth games come around so at this point, you’ve watched fourty six kids die but you think, hey, can’t get any worse right???
then your best friends little girl gets reaped by the one woman who remembers who you were before all of this. so you’re like fuck i have to watch his baby girl die in that arena.
but then his OTHER daughter, the one you saw in the hob sometimes, with two pigtails just like your old sweetheart, volunteers. of course she does. she’s his daughter.
so now you have to watch her go through all of what you went through, plus peeta, then you’re only able to get one of them out of the next quarter quell (it was always gonna be katniss, haymitch would never leave burdocks girl in there) & she hates you so much but then you two talk & work it out & then you rescue peeta except he’s not the same anymore so his worst fear came true bc the games changed him.
then she gets shot. then she survives. then she sneaks away to go fight in the capitol & the next time you see her, it’s all over. the man who killed your girl & mom & brother is dead. panem is free. she stopped the sun from rising & now you have your own flock of geese bc they’re really not that bad. imagine the day haymitch was having.
oh, & it was his fucking birthday too. happy birthday, haymitch.
