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I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him...and I saw myself.

Who wore it better? Percy or Grover

For the Cameras | Chapter 13: I'm Sorry If It's Torture Though

a collaboration fic with @muttpeeta

“Now, your turn. Dorne. Spill.”

“Dorne. Aye…” Dany kept her head down, focusing more than she needed to on the pizza cutter as she sliced the pizza into smaller pieces. Irri made a face. “Aye? OK, Miss ‘I spent a weekend with my Northern boyfriend and suddenly I talk like him.’” Dany laughed nervously, dividing up the pizzas so they’d each taste a bit of everything, then took the plates to the couch. “Well, what is there to say, anyway?” Irri was right behind her with their glasses. “Oh, don’t you dare do me like that!” “Ugh, fine. I tried, OK? So when you’re going to inevitably be weird around Jon about this, you’ll have to at least tell him that I didn’t give up the info freely.” “Brother’s honour. Now tell me everything.” Irri sat comfortably on the couch right next to Dany. “I need to know: Was what we saw on the show a prosthetic? Is he really that big? Bigger? What positions, how many times, also where? I’ve always wondered, do the bodyguards stay and keep an eye on the door so you don’t get interrupted or do they—oh, no. No. What’s that face?” Dany took a big sip of her wine. “What face?” “Eek!” Irri screeched. “That face! Don’t tell me it was bad! I swear to all the old gods and new, if you tell me that Jon Snow is a horrible lover I might just end it all here and now.”

Some tributes and their tokens

This YouTube comment has been on my mind since I finished SOTR so this is what I came up with:

Lucy Gray was the mockingbird, living on the outskirts of district 12 and was there at the wrong time when they were forced to stay there after the Dark Days. They were subjected to the Capitol’s politics despite not being a part of Panem, technically speaking. Lucy Gray became part of the Games and, likewise, the mockingbird became affiliated with the Capitol through the jabberjay’s release into the woods, but it still continued to sing its own song.

Haymitch was the jabberjay, a Capitol tool that did what it had to in order to survive. The Capitol thought they could control them, but they retaliated in the form of rebellion. Haymitch refused to be a piece in their game and tried to end it, and the jabberjay, in the eyes of the Capitol, created a freak of nature that showed the Capitol’s lack of complete control.