Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp being down for, like, the 4th time this year, while this hellsite keeps running jerkily but inexorably since the start of time
TheHungerGamesRenaissance. The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013), dir. Francis Lawrence
My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta’s intention is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be
one day, if I live. That I’ll marry him. So Peeta’s giving me his life and Gale at the same time. To let me know I shouldn’t ever have doubts
about it.
Everything. That’s what Peeta wants me to take from him.
I wait for him to mention the baby, to play to the cameras, but he doesn’t. And that’s how I know that none of this is part of the Games.
That he is telling me the truth about what he feels.
“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.
“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. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. 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.
To be honest, I didn’t like her too much when I was younger, but as I got older I was like “Giuls what the heck. Give her some love.” And now she’s one of my favs💗 The fourth book made me start to like her, tbh.
I love Ron, but Hermiones the one who made more “huge” moves, so for her bday, I’ve given her ✨Ron’s hand✨ (his physical hand. Sadly, I’m not legally allowed to wed them.)
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