I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do there is a par of every tribute they can’t own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I. A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue’s side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair in bright colors. They’ll have to show it. Or, even if they choose to turn the cameras elsewhere at this moment, they’ll have to bring them back when they collect the bodies and everyone will see her then and know I did it. I step back and take one last look at Rue. She could really be asleep in that meadow after all. “Bye, Rue,” I whisper. I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.
(Source: katnerds, via lizzledpink)
an au where Thresh and Rue win the Games
to say “I cried” would be an understatement
to say “I bawled big fat baby tears” would be a statement of fact
THIS IS THE BEST FIC.
sobbing everywhere
oh my god I can’t stop sobbing
I’m reblogging this another time because I just read it three times in a row. God.
Fucking hell /no/ I cannot do this no no no no
I cant even…
Effie is Mama Umbridge
bluandorange: MAY DE ODDS BE EVRR IN YER FAVERRR
spaceconfessional: LMFAOFJLASKJDF
bluandorange: DATS MAMA’S MAHOGANY
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im too lazy to read the hunger games someone tell me if she makes it to the fridge in the end
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