“Hitler finds out Gary Ross won’t be directing Catching Fire”
I don’t know why I just made this
what is air?
I thought I overreacted about the no fake leg… LOL
IMAGINE HOW I FELT. MY ICON WAS GOING TO BE THE FAKE LEG
I am crying so much omg. BLESS THIS POST. FUNNIEST VIDEO I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!!!!!!
I know this is random. I just feel the need to say that I love you all so much. You followers put up with me and my stupid posts that aren’t nearly as funny as I think they are. There’s no special occasion for why I’m saying this now, I just want you all to know how much I care.
I’m reblogging my post here as well to show how much I love you all. <3
Smosh’s speed drawings of the Hunger Games characters. President Snow, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket and Katniss Everdeen. Left: Anthony, Right: Ian.
Annie one shot by finnickobear
I sit there for hours, possibly even days not moving. He is gone. Gone from this world is his sweet laugh, his hazel eyes, and his soft whispers that can pull me out of any nightmare.
The only thing keeping me sane is the thought of our child. I had confirmed my suspicions the night before he left on that mission. The mission that took his life away from him and myself. I never even got the chance to tell him. Maybe if I did it would be different. Probably not. Katniss thinks I blame her, witch used to be very true. Now I realize that it was all the Capitol. The Capitol put him into the games, then myself, then him again. He finally broke down and told me about his string of lovers there one night. I don’t think he could take it anymore.
“Annie, I’m so sorry.” Finnick was practically bawling now in my arms. He had told me everything. His string of lovers, how almost every attractive tribute had to do the same. He even let it slip that it could’ve happened to me too.
“It isn’t your fault Finnie. If anything, it’s mine.” His head shot up at that.
“What? How could you think that?” Finnick asked me through his tears.
“Well, if I had never been reaped you wouldn’t have to protect me. I’m sorry I’m so weak.” light tears were running down my cheeks as I stroked his hair. “I’m so sorry.”
There was a moment of silence in the room.
“Annie, do you really think this is your fault?” He spoke slowly, actually registering what I had said.
I looked down at him and wiped my face free of tears. “Well, how could I not?” He carries me too the bed and sets me down, getting in with me. “I love you,” He murmurs as his soft lips dance on my cheeks. “I love you too.” I say right back. We have each other now. Forever.
I am sitting in the hospital of District 13, motionless. I am crying hysterically at the memory of Finnick but I do not move or make any noise. The hot tears are coming down my face as I curl into a ball. It’s been weeks Annie, please get out of bed. I hear Finnick every now and then, trying to pull me out of the mindset I’ve put myself in. I play with the rope he tied into so many knots, think about everything he’s done for me. After one whole month I ask the nurse for some water. She is so surprised that I even said I word she runs of with a wide grin on her face.
It doesn’t matter who I blame for Finnicks death. I cant shut away from the world when I have a child. I must be strong for him. For Finnick. For myself.
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THE WINNER OF THE ONE SHOT CONTEST:
WINNER IS: http://finnickobear.tumblr.com/
EVERYONE WHO HAS READ THG AND GONE. PLEASE ANSWER. Who would be a better friend for Drake Merwin: Cato or President Snow?
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