Naya (franchaela’s version)

Young Haymitch was just the purest soul

RIP: party, party, minibar, minibar, I took the train and I took it too far

Fuck depression

Books I really need Suzanne Collins to write:

“One of us has to be the worst victor in history. Tear up their scripts, tear down their celebrations, set fire to the Victor’s Village. Refuse to play their game.”

Haymitch actually had plan A, B and C and somehow didn’t manage to break the arena

I’m a full on hayffie shipper but I think that Edge by Gracie Abrams is kind of haydove coded and I think yall should have it

“You only want a book about Finnick’s games because he’s attractive”

I take out an apple, bite off a small piece, and gingerly set it in front of my new friend. After a bit, it scoots forward, wiggles its nose, and begins to nibble. I realize this is a way to double-check if the apples in my pack are toxic, which makes me feel kind of lousy since I sort of owe the rabbits.

Possibly I have died—by poisoning, in the tunnel, on Panache’s sword—and have moved on to one of Lenore Dove’s worlds, where I continue to dream of life.