louezem:

“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.
“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath. 
“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.
There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me.  Because I know this now.  Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.
Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. 
I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob. 
“I can’t do this anymore,” I say.
 “I know,” he says. 
“All I can think of is—what he’s going to do to Peeta—because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out. 
“I know.” Haymitch’s arm tightens around me. 
“Did you see? How weird he acted? What are they—doing to him?” I’m gasping for air between sobs, but I manage one last phrase. “It’s my fault!” And then I cross some line into hysteria and there’s a needle in my arm and the world slips away. 
- Mockingjay.

louezem:

“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.

“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath.

“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.

There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me.  Because I know this now.  Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I say.

 “I know,” he says.

“All I can think of is—what he’s going to do to Peeta—because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out.

“I know.” Haymitch’s arm tightens around me.

“Did you see? How weird he acted? What are they—doing to him?” I’m gasping for air between sobs, but I manage one last phrase. “It’s my fault!” And then I cross some line into hysteria and there’s a needle in my arm and the world slips away. 

- Mockingjay.

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brookeelizabeths:

how to make a british person go into shock: a thrilling saga by an american

brookeelizabeths:

how to make a british person go into shock: a thrilling saga by an american

mockingjayy:

"you’re alive" 

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Black screen. Seal of Panem. Show over.

Black screen. Seal of Panem. Show over.

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dmarie1985:

allhailthehutch:

peetasboner:

putyourlifeonpause:

OH MY GOD SHE’S WEARING PEETAS LOCKET

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FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

Stop it nooooooo

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mockingjalie:

so are we going to talk about the fact that they made katniss look like she is actually 17

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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Trailer – “The Mockingjay Lives”

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The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Trailer – “The Mockingjay Lives”

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I want everyone who is watching to lay down their weapons.

You’re alive.

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I AM. I WILL.

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neitherheavenorhell:

At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals.

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A pair of lovers whose relationship is often thwarted by outside forces. The stars are working against their relationship. It also refers to destiny and the inevitability of two character’s paths crossing each other.

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