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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.

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last time bucky failed to grab steve’s hand, so he won’t fail again! 🙈💕
@victimsteve IM CRIES
Screaming ‘VOLDEMORT’ in public places to see if anyone flinches in order to find fellow wizards.
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and people wonder why this is my favorite character
when ur like “im gettin a gay vibe” and your straight friend is like “uhhh idk that seems….forced….” and u gotta pull out your fuckin phd from gay college and your private gay detective license and your federal bureau of investigaytion badge like sit fuckin down buddy i got credentials and also an opinion the truth is out there my guy
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personality: nihilistic
nihilistic
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rejecting all religious and moral principles in the belief that life is meaningless.
Well alright then
Haysilee <3
Maysilee: Dead and Gone
If I die young, bury me in satin Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song
The Capitol had sent her home with him on the same train, the difference being that he was the only one still breathing. Haymitch couldn’t get her out of his mind, having felt all these feelings stir for her in the last days they spent together, despite knowing they could never be. It only made it harder and whenever he would close his eyes, the faces of those he killed flashing behind his closed lids, she would always be the first and the last he saw, lingering as if a part of him hoped that by holding onto the image she might return to him.
Although he didn’t dare to strip her, he did open Maysilee’s coffin and placed the satin gown she had worn on the interview over her like a blanket, covering the plain white dress they’d put her in. She deserved to be buried in more than just the Capitol’s rags, and she had looked beautiful in the violet dress. More beautiful than any girl he’d ever met.
As soon as the train arrived, District 12 not having changed at all where everything in Haymitch’s life had been turned upside down, he let the Peacekeepers handle her body while he forced a smile onto his face, waving at the people cheering for him while they should have been mourning Maysilee instead.
Darkness had fallen already by the time he was escorted back to the Victor’s village to take residence in his newly earned house, where his parents and little brother were already waiting for him. It wasn’t where he wanted to be and as soon as they stopped fussing, he found his way to the small graveyard near the fence. They hadn’t even given him the chance to attend the funeral, which worsened his mood. Luckily, he had found several bottles of whiskey from his father in the house and he drank from it eagerly, to bury the rage, the grief –the helplessness.
Pressing his back against the stone her name was graved into, along with the dates of her birth and demise, he heaved an audible sigh. “I shouldn’t have let you go.” Haymitch didn’t say anything else as he pulled a little bag from his jacket pocket, one of those his mother used for her garden and athough he couldn’t tell what flower seeds they were, he still planted them all around her grave. It was only weeks later that he would recognize them as white pianeses.
Only when there was nothing left for him to plant, did he look up and put his hand on top of the stone. “I should never have left you there for the careers to find.” It was all his fault. Taking another deep swig from the bottle, he managed a smile that was completely heartbroken rather than an expression of glee. “I’d been trying to survive, but for you, I could have died.” And then Haymitch finished the bottle, the first one he drank for a purpose, with a reason. Maysilee.
In Memoriam:
Maysilee Donner
Haymitch..
That’s when we hear Maysilee begin to scream. The alliance is over and she broke it off so no one could blame him for ignoring her. But…
436. Madge gave Katniss the Mockingjay Pin not to help her remember home, but in a desperate hope that the audience would remember the pin and the blonde girl who wore it. It worked. That pin made Haymitch fight harder than he ever had in twenty four years to get his tribute home.
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