Jesse Williams as Finnick Odair
Astrid Berges-Frisby as Annie Cresta

mellarkia:

Gale and Johanna, Post-Mockingjay.

He doesn’t mind at first; he knows she needs company just as much as he does, so he lets her come to his new home in District Two whenever she wants. It’s when she starts to appear in various states of undress that it becomes a problem. It would be so easy to give in, but he’s not ready. He knows she misses Finnick, and that her time in the Capitol still haunts her. She won’t admit it, though. Just as he won’t admit that he dreams of Katniss every night. Go home, Johanna. She pauses at the bottom of the stairs, and her face hardens. I don’t have a home.

“And only Peeta can give me that.”

3 weeks ago on 9 May 2012 @ 3:34pm + 4,999 notes
via a-rach (originally mrsknife)

And they all thought she was just a girl…

the hunger games fancast » annie cresta and finnick odair (antonia thomas and jesse williams)

Catching Fire, indeed: Racist Hunger Games Fans Respond to possible Finnick Odair casting.

husselrose:

brienne—of—tarth:

lovebiglaughhard:

-everdeen:

seapeas:

brienne—of—tarth:

BUT JESSE WILLIAMS IS LITERALLY HOTNESS PERSONIFIED??? UGH I QUIT

um, but he’s so hot tho WHY NOT OMG

um

IT’S NOT BEING RACIST

IT’S HOW SUZANNE WROTE HIM

IN THAT CASE SHE’S RACIST TOO

WTF

IF FINNICK WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BLACK, SHE WOULD HAVE WRITTEN HIM AS BLACK

BUT SHE DIDN’T

HE IS WHITE/TANNED

IT’S NOT RACIST

IT’S FOLLOWING THE FUCKING BOOK

omg i hate this fandom sfm

oh my, aren’t you pleasant, you racist prick.

Oh wow, look at this racist fuck. Katniss is described as having OLIVE SKIN. Yet they cast a PALE WHITE girl and maybe added some bronzer to her cheeks. I adore Jennifer, but I’m just saying IT GOES FUCKING BOTH WAYS SO IF YOU WANNA FUCKING FIGHT ABOUT ~FOLLOWING THE BOOK~ THEN GET YOUR FACTS STRAIGHT. ugh, these racist fucks need to gtfo of this fandom.

JESSE FOR FINNICK!

“I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. I remember when you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said “who knows the valley song” and your hand shot straight up. After that, I watched you going home everyday. Everyday.” 

mellarkia:

She was slipping away; every time they hooked the drip to his wrists and filled him with poison, he saw another memory slip through the cracks, replaced with hatred. Her lips pulling away from his, her eyes clouding over with hatred, her hands covered in blood. Maybe she was a mutt, after all…

mellarkia:

Peeta’s hijacking from Johanna’s POV.

It’s barely a whisper when I first hear it; she’s a mutt, kill her. He’s sound asleep, muttering his way through another restless night. I’ve grown so used to hearing Katniss! and please, leave her alone and I love you, please, no. This is new. It doesn’t even sound like Peeta. I wonder if he’s aware of what is happening to him; I wonder if he knows why they take him into that room and bring him back without a scratch. Of course, he must know to an extent. But does he know how serious this is? How much they can take? What they can turn him into? I’ve heard about this before; brainwashing, probably using tracker jacker venom. When he wakes the next morning, I press myself up against the wall and whisper to him. I tell him about Katniss Everdeen, about how he loves her, about how he has to try to keep hold of her or they’ll win. I think they hear - no, I know they hear - because two hours later they’re ready for me, they shave my hair off and I’m being shoved into a tank of water. I wonder what they’ll do. I’ll give them nothing, whatever awaits.

Mr Mellark/Mrs Everdeen/Mr Everdeen.
“You don’t want to marry me, do you? I see the way you look at him. I’ve tried to turn a blind eye but…I can’t get in the way of your happiness like that. But you know, don’t you; if you marry him, your parents won’t speak to you again. You’ll have to live in the Seam. You’ll lose everything.”

we bring it in but we go no further
we’re separate, two ghosts in one mirror, no nearer

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking. Finnick Odair. Mockingjay, p. 156

direfell:

“So that’s who Finnick loves. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol, but a poor, mad girl back home.” (x)