You know what I'd love to see? The market surrounding the Hunger Games. I mean, can you imagine how cruel it must be?
Imagine the Capitol selling replicas of Haymitch's striker after his games, or little axe-themed products after Johanna's. Imagine posters of Finnick without his shirt or "fan arts" with Annie's moment of win.
Imagine the cruelty of transforming these tokens, these moments of trauma into merchandise, into profit. Imagine that they have to see it, that people buy it and show it to them like it's some kind of proof of love or admiration.















