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me: why does everything need to be analyzed? can’t we just enjoy things instead of reading too deep into it?
also me: katniss and peeta are so beautifully intertwined in this crossover between life and death, and one knows they can’t live without the other, so they do everything in their power to keep the other safe. it’s in the way katniss and peeta secretly devised a way to keep the other alive because they each thought the other deserved it more. the way peeta immediately knocked the nightlock pill out of katniss’s hand. the way katniss realizes that after everything they’d been through in the first book she couldn’t live in a world without him and she would feel imprisoned by it. but in the end, they both realize that the only real way to be safe and to cope with the miserable trauma is to be with each other and to be wholly understood by one another.
post 27188337 of why I love katniss as a character: she was a huntress. so some part of her was a fighter, skilled in that way, but it existed because she needed it to survive. we all know that one of the main themes throughout the series is the relation between survival and humanity and i think that this is one of the best depictions of it. when katniss must use the skills she spent her whole life refining—because she had to protect her family—to kill innocent people. it is through her idenity as a hunter, she as to walk the line of using it to be a protector or a killer. and then fight to keep the line from blurring.
and that’s what’s really interesting to me. that collins let us see katniss go into the arena as someone who had the skills and precision to kill, but not the heart to. amazing. truly amazing.
&& when she draws her bow at peeta at the very end of thg when the announcers say that there can only be one victor. and then she realizes what she’s actually doing. WHAT A PIVOTAL SCENE ... not only because of her feelings for peeta, but because she knows she has the upper hand here and it would be so easy, that one shot means she goes home to her family, but she crumbles to the ground because it’s her humanity that she is sacrificing by killing the person she has grown to love. and then the line clears again. she realizes that it is rebellion to retain her humanity. and then the berries.... you know what i mean
percy and annabeth falling into Tartarus together vs peeta and katniss almost taking nightlock berries together
I HAVE ANOTHER ONE
six of crows by leigh bardugo // catching fire by suzanne collins
'No one really needs me,' he says, and there's no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
Catching Fire, chapter 24 (via everlarkquotes)
I do. I need you.
“So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent…and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.”
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? Peeniss is the way.
“I wish I could pull the shutters closed, blocking out this moment from the prying eyes of Panem. Even if it means losing food. Whatever Im feeling, its no ones business but mine.” (thg 362)
You know its real when Katniss says she doesnt care about food, something shes spent her whole life worrying about. At this moment she does not give a fuck, she just wants to be left alone with Peeta
“Ladies and Gentlemen may I present the winners of the 74th Hunger Games!”
Current WIP, somehow managed to avoid reading and watching the Hunger games until last weekend and now I’m to invested.
One “Real or not real?” Is enough to take me out
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Beach scene.
"I do," I say. "I need you." He looks upset, takes a deep breath as if to begin a long argument, and that's no good, no good at all, because he'll start going on about Prim and my mother and everything and I'll just get confused. So before he can talk, I stop his lips with a kiss.
I feel that thing again. The thing I only felt once before. In the cave last year, when I was trying to get Haymitch to send us food. I kissed Peeta about a thousand times during those Games and after. But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down. This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us.
My hands cup either side of his face, his stubble feels rough against my smooth hands. My cold lips envelop his impossibly warm ones, my hands make their way around the nape of his neck, and a sudden desire to pull on his golden curls overtakes me. A certain urgency invades my senses, and I lose my comprehension of reality and the gravity of the situation we are in.
His hands come around my shoulders to caress me, I think, until he pushes me away. My face surges with embarrassment. In what world would Peeta refuse my kisses? Is he out of his mind?
"Katn-iss, lo-ve, listen," he attempts to speak as I slither my hands down his waist, lifting the hem of his undershirt. "Yo-u're the one w-ho should—"
My heart races as his swollen lips form the word "love." Is he saying this for the audience, or does he really want to call me love? I am his love, aren't I? I think of a world where Peeta would come home from work every day and say, "Love, I'm home." Oh, how I would long for him all day, both our faces lighting up brighter than Sirius as we made our way to each other.
"Don't 'love' me," I spit, fuming at his selflessness. How dare he try to sacrifice himself for me? How dare he think I could survive one day on this earth without him? How dare he not realize how much I need him? My body heaves with anger and passion, lighting an ethereal flame as I engulf his lips once again. I lose all restraint, one hand aggressively tugging at his blonde locks and the other swiftly removing his shirt. I absorb his words with my mouth, sliding my tongue across his upper lip. A breathy sigh escapes from his mouth, sending shooting stars into my head. He finally gives in and unlatches his lips, allowing my tongue to enter. His tongue is no competition for mine; I push him over and explore his mouth with unearthly desire.
In the silence that follows, I find myself on top of him, straddling his lap. I grind my hips against him, breathing out his name as I feel his arousal against my core. His burning chest heaves harder against me as he peppers my neck with kisses, working his way to my ear. Overwhelmed with desire to become one with him, every inch of my body buzzes with electricity. A peculiar place in my body pulsates with energy, only slightly relieved when my hips grind against him. I want every inch of his body enveloping mine, covering me and holding me ever so tightly.
The rough pads of his fingers brush ever so slightly against my breasts, making me arch my back against him. He smirks mischievously against my collarbone, proud of the reaction he is able to elicit just through a slight brush. Oh two can plan the game, Mellark. Just you wait.
I glide my nails over his back, finally resting my hands on his hips, pulling him ardently against that spot that's begging for relief. His hips buck aginst mine as my mouth lays wet, open mouthed kisses all over his golden neck; Our moans chorus through the dead of the night as the breeze envelops our tangled silhouettes.
His stocky build flushes against my soft curves, reminding me of all those nights on the train. Why hadn't I tried this sooner? Why hadn't I realized that he is the only boy I really need? Why hadn't I understood that I literally cannot survive without him?
What if this could be it? What if one day I could take Peeta to the meadow behind my old house with miniature versions of us? A small girl with blonde hair, grey eyes, and a little boy with dark hair, blue eyes. Somehow under the hot, pink sky and the gritty sand digging underneath our feet, I imagine a world where my beautiful Peeta could be a father.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
It's the first crack of the lightning storm - the bolt hitting the tree at midnight - that brings us to our senses. It rouses Finnick as well. He sits up with a sharp cry. I see his fingers digging into the sand as he reassures himself that whatever nightmare he inhabited wasn't real.
katniss and peeta broke me dude. how tf can you have that strong of a bond with someone??? like it HURT to read their relationship dynamic in the first book, then catching fire RIPPED my heart out of my ribcage, and mockingjay made me cry for hours. HOW??? i haven’t ever cried that hard. damn it, suzanne collins, for your heartthrob of a relationship development. 😭😭 (thank u tho) i haven’t even cried over my own LIFE that hard
two sides of the same coin.
It’s that she put poisoned berries in his hand and he put a pearl in her’s
finnick and katniss are both d1 yappers and peeta and annie are stuck having to deal with their asses !!
peeta calls katniss his wife.
”peeta will never love katniss as much as he used to post-war” SHUT UPPPPPPP
(edited it to clear up everything in the reposts 😭😭)
people who ask team gale or team Peeta lowk make me laugh bc it was never a love triangle in the first place ?? a love triangle indicates that both love interest have a chance with said person, but everyone knew that it Peeta was going to be endgame since the start. It was a given. gale didn’t have a chance, even when Katniss “favored him”. It was Peeta, it had always been Peeta. gale was never a real option.
Reading through the first book again, and came across an interesting parallel to Ballad...
After Peeta "betrays" Katniss' trust and teams up with the Careers, she considers him an enemy who will try to kill her. I imagined Snow watching this and comparing it to his own situation in the woods with Lucy Gray.
He betrayed her trust with the lie he told and she determined he was an enemy whom she then had to flee from.
And (from his perspective) she intended to kill him with the snake bite in nearly the same way Katniss intended to kill Peeta with the hive of Tracker Jackers.
But where this inspired vengeance in Snow and made him fully turn against Lucy Gray, Peeta's determination to keep Katniss alive doesn't change. It doesn't change his feelings for her at all.
I sort of just love imagining Snow's reaction to that and how, even from the beginning, these two seem to defy his expectations.