Welcoming Back My Hunger Games Brainrot With Open Arms

Welcoming back my Hunger Games brainrot with open arms

just saw what my masterlist looks like and felt vhemently ill… i need to refurbish that shit ASAP

sometimes i still think about how funny this is like 😭 i’ve been immortalised as a hater

i went to the tbosas premiere in london and saw myself a day later FROWNING in the corner of a pic of francis lawrence and a fan on getty images 😭😭😭 i did it for the book fans it’s true

This is just once instance of it, but I’ve been thinking recently about the infantilization of Katniss Everdeen: it’s rampant, especially in Mockingjay. Even Gale does it, and I suspect that’s a byproduct of him being cut from the same cloth as Katniss, where the default is to protect. It’s likely not entirely deliberate. The whole thing is interesting, and it’s a bit insidious, especially when it comes to Plutarch, etc. Katniss is sexualized, brutalized, politicized: and then perhaps to spare themselves the acknowledgment of how thoroughly they’ve used her, people start to try to baby her, to treat her with kiddie gloves. In the process, they ignore her feelings (particularly her distress over Peeta) and treat her like a little girl. The sad irony is, she is a little girl, but she’s been forced to grow up, forced to buck convention and fight back: and now she’s meant to be childlike and pliable, have her worldview explained to her, her emotions and actions dictated. Too late. That ship sailed a long time ago. (Perhaps, oddly, that’s why she believes Snow about the bombings: he toyed with her in unspeakably cruel ways, but he didn’t lie to her).

I really want to hear some of your odesta hcs if you have any 🙈

omg of course! here are some :)

i feel like i mentioned this in the ficnick, but i headcannon that annie waits up for finnick in his house in the victor’s village on the days when he’s coming back from the capitol. sometimes she does things to keep herself occupied in the meantime like baking or reading or knitting, and sometimes finnick gets back so late that she falls asleep waiting. when this happens, he always carries her to bed, regardless of how tired he is. he’ll put whatever she’s baked on the cooling rack, or he’ll put a bookmark in her book to save the page, and then he’ll join her :’)

after her games, it takes annie years to feel comfortable with being in water again, but she misses the ocean often and finnick is always happy to go with her. they spend countless afternoons sitting on the shore shoulder to shoulder till she’s ready to go.

finnick likes to collect seashells for annie whenever they go. he knows annie likes them, but doesn’t feel comfortable enough with moving closer to the water which is where most of the shells wash up, so instead he brings them back to her. over time she builds quite a collection of seashells, seglass, and driftwood he’s brought back to her. sometimes she likes to braid the shells into her hair. 

annie wears finnick’s clothes often when he’s away at the capitol – especially his sweatshirts and jumpers – because she likes the feeling of being wrapped up in something warm and loose that reminds her of home. when finnick realises, he starts leaving her a few before every trip. by the time he gets back, they don’t smell like him anymore, and annie has to resort to tucking herself under whatever he’s wearing.

the first time finnick hears someone in four making fun of annie, they’re in the market in d4’s main port. he and annie are making their way past stalls leisurely when he hears it. it’s an unmistakably cruel remark, and it’s probably only said because people don’t seem to think annie can hear them when they make these comments. one glance at the girl tells finnick that she definitely has. she pretends not to hear, but finnick notices her posture droop ever so slightly. the boy fixes the perpetrators with a glare ready to put them in their place, but before he can say anything, annie tugs on his hand. “can we go, finn? i just want to go.” finnick wants to tell her that if anything, the people who made the remark should leave, but annie’s gaze is pleading. generally, people don’t make many comments about annie when he’s around too, but he imagines that it must be bad when he’s not.

finnick always does his best to stifle any sound he might make when he wakes up from nightmares, unwilling to wake annie up too. somehow, she always seems to notice anyway -- they’re both quite light sleepers so it doesn’t take much to wake her up. annie almost always seems to know what finnick needs, but she always asks before initiating any type of physical contact. usually, he’s okay with it; practically falling into her arms, but when he isn’t annie limits herself to linking her pinky with his and taking deep and slow breaths until his breathing matches her own.

everybody cheer! i've revamped my masterlist! i just need to go through every single fic on there and make some major edits and then i might finally be happy with it all!

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all the version of me dead (and buried in the yard outside)

word count: 4,985 ao3  

After the events of Mockingjay, Katniss Everdeen struggles to come to terms with everything she has lost. Peeta is there to help her through it.

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the way she tells me i’m hers (and she is mine)

word count: 5,260 ao3 

In which Peeta Mellark doesn’t want Katniss to see just how badly he’s holding up until everything eventually comes crashing down on him. A sequel to all the version of me dead (and buried in the yard outside)

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the sweeter the sun, the harder the rain

word count: 3,157 ao3  tumblr

“She stands there before Peeta, suddenly self-conscious about the way she must look under his gaze. Her skin looks as if it’s been stretched over her bones; Katniss Everdeen is gaunt, sinewy , rough at the edges, and she’s healed wrong so many times in the past few years that her body is a patchwork of old fractures and burns that are still slightly pink.

Katniss wonders how Peeta can even recognise her like this.”

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a little fall of rain

word count: 1,927 ao3 

Katniss dances in the rain and remembers a similar moment with her sister! Peeta is amazing! Fluff ensues! That’s basically it!

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storms always pass (and this one will too)

word count: 1,621 ao3 

“I’m sick.”

She doesn’t mean to start crying, she doesn’t, but when Peeta’s kind gaze finds hers and his warm hands meet her smaller ones, Katniss feels the floodgates burst open. 

In seconds, his arms are around her, lips pressing against her forehead as she’s pulled against his warm chest.

“I know, honey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re okay.” 

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just close your eyes, the sun is going down

(an ongoing collection of oneshots!)

word count: 10,570 ao3 

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we’ll find comfort by the lakeside tumblr

here is the place where i love you tumblr

where do we go from here?

and it all hurts (but it’s fine)

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the forest, the fire, and the witnesses watching

word count: 4,974 ao3

Johanna Mason and Finnick Odair watch the 74th Hunger Games.

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no grave can hold my body down (i’ll crawl home to her)

word count: 13,851 ao3

Finnick Odair doesn’t die in the sewers, but he still has a very rough time getting out of them.

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there’s space for both (here, in my heart)

word count: 8,671 ao3

Four times Nile says she’s okay and the one time she really, really isn’t.

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with wax melted, i’d meet the sea

word count: 2,161 ao3

joe struggles with the aftermath of what happened at merrick’s and nicky is a good husband.

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love grows, wherever you turn

word count: 1,926 ao3

a soft morning with Gwen and a soft evening with Lancelot!