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OH MY GODDDDDDDD SERIOUSLY THINK ABOUT SEEING JEN AND JOSH AS PEETA AND KATNISS PLAYING WITH THEIR KIDS IN THE FIELD I JUST CAN’T OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER BE READY TO WATCH THAT DAMN YOU SUZANNE COLLINS 

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Favorite Everlark moments? You gotta name at LEAST 7.

You say that like it’s a hard thing to do… :) I’ll name top 7, from most favorite to SUPER FAVORITE

7. When they both learn only one person can win, and Peeta throws his knife away, and Katniss won’t kill him. WHEN THEY CHOOSE TO DIE TOGETHER.

6. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

“I can’t,” he says.

5. At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favourite colour… it’s green?”

“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”

“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.

“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”

“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.”

But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”

Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

4. “Because she came here with me.”

3. I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. “Here.”

I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.

I press my lips together at the memories of rain dripping through stones, my inept attempts at flirting, and the aroma of my favourite Capitol dish in the chilly air. So some part of it must still be in his head, too. How happy, how hungry, how close we were when that picnic basket arrived outside our cave.

2. When Katniss learns they can both win and she screams his name

ANDDDD LAST BUT NOT LEAST……

1.  Only one figure stays huddled against the wall. “Peeta,” I say. There’s no response. Has he blacked out? I crouch in front of him, pulling his cuffed hands from his face. “Peeta?” His eyes are like black pools, the pupils dilated so that the blue irises have all but vanished. The muscles in his wrists are hard as metal.

“Leave me,” he whispers. “I can’t hang on.”

“Yes. You can!” I tell him.

Peeta shakes his head. “I’m losing it. I’ll go mad. Like them.”

Like the mutts. Like a rabid beast bent on ripping my throat out. And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today.

It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.”

Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. “No. I don’t want to…”

I clench his hands to the point of ain. “Stay with me.”

His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normality. “Always,” he murmurs.

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I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book.

His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. […]

I also become a little fixated on his eyelashes, which ordinarily you don’t notice much because they’re so blond. But up close, in the sunlight slanting in from the window, they’re a light golden color and so long I don’t see how they keep from getting all tangled up when he blinks.

One afternoon Peeta stops shading a blossom and looks up so suddenly that I start, as though I were caught spying on him, which in a strange way maybe I was.

  • Catching Fire

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Artist: Jason Mraz
Track Name: "I Won't Give Up (Official Lyric Video)"
Played: 579 times

Remember folks, there will never be a more perfect song to describe Katniss/Peeta during the series I JUST CANT WITH THIS SONG IM TEARING UP AS I LISTEN AND TYPE THIS RIGHT NOW ITS SO POWERFUL 

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thegirlincendio:

Here’s the thing about Katniss and Peeta…

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I don’t know if this has already been posted anywhere but omg ajhsdjkahd  I almost cried when I saw this photo. This isn’t my photo and I’m just posting it because I’m having feels, but all the credit goes to this lovely person (x)

I don’t know if this has already been posted anywhere but omg ajhsdjkahd  I almost cried when I saw this photo. This isn’t my photo and I’m just posting it because I’m having feels, but all the credit goes to this lovely person (x)

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A couple months after the war Katniss had asked Peeta the one question that had been eating at her ever since she found out he was in Snow’s possession. Both of them were sitting Indian style in front of the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate and talking about everything that came to mind. They talked about some of Peeta’s recipes, Katniss’ father, how hot chocolate was the greatest luxury they’d ever discovered so far other then life itself. “What did they do to you, in the capitol?” Katniss said sternly, looking up from her hot chocolate to catch his gaze, as she continued to swirl around the marshmallows inside her mug with the tip of her finger. “Uhm, well they,” At first Peeta stuttered because he was completely caught off guard by the question and having to remember what they actually did to him was the most painful thing to do. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just wanted to know,” Katniss said as she rubbed his knee to comfort him, to let him know that he’s not alone, he never was alone. Peeta sighed, “They would take, a, a, uh,” his voice was shaky and Katniss put her hot chocolate down and moved beside him. Once she took hold of his hand, he felt safe. He felt like he could confess any horror in his mind without feeling the need to grip a chair or scream at the top of his lungs. “They took a knife similar to that one,” he pointed to the one in his kitchen, “and cut-” He couldn’t finish the sentence, so he just pointed to the giant scar that began at the top of his shoulder blade and swirled down his inner arm to his palm. After his confession Katniss finally realized why he had been avoiding the kitchen and baking all together. He was still afraid, even though he knew nothing would happen. Katniss thought about embracing him, but did something subtle, something important, something overdue. She pressed her lips against his shoulder blade, kissing slowly down his arm. He stared at her, entranced. She could feel the chills on his arm as her soft lips pressed against his warm skin. When she got to his palm she held it to her face and rubbed the the back of it with her thumb, “you and me,” she looked up, so caught by his blue eyes that she almost couldn’t finish the sentence, “we could bake, together.” From that moment, on Katniss spent every day helping Peeta cook again. He eventually got back into his old bakery habits and for the first time in a while Katniss saw a genuine smile on his face. It was like he was himself again.

A couple months after the war Katniss had asked Peeta the one question that had been eating at her ever since she found out he was in Snow’s possession. Both of them were sitting Indian style in front of the fireplace, drinking hot chocolate and talking about everything that came to mind. They talked about some of Peeta’s recipes, Katniss’ father, how hot chocolate was the greatest luxury they’d ever discovered so far other then life itself. “What did they do to you, in the capitol?” Katniss said sternly, looking up from her hot chocolate to catch his gaze, as she continued to swirl around the marshmallows inside her mug with the tip of her finger. “Uhm, well they,” At first Peeta stuttered because he was completely caught off guard by the question and having to remember what they actually did to him was the most painful thing to do. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just wanted to know,” Katniss said as she rubbed his knee to comfort him, to let him know that he’s not alone, he never was alone. Peeta sighed, “They would take, a, a, uh,” his voice was shaky and Katniss put her hot chocolate down and moved beside him. Once she took hold of his hand, he felt safe. He felt like he could confess any horror in his mind without feeling the need to grip a chair or scream at the top of his lungs. “They took a knife similar to that one,” he pointed to the one in his kitchen, “and cut-” He couldn’t finish the sentence, so he just pointed to the giant scar that began at the top of his shoulder blade and swirled down his inner arm to his palm. After his confession Katniss finally realized why he had been avoiding the kitchen and baking all together. He was still afraid, even though he knew nothing would happen. Katniss thought about embracing him, but did something subtle, something important, something overdue. She pressed her lips against his shoulder blade, kissing slowly down his arm. He stared at her, entranced. She could feel the chills on his arm as her soft lips pressed against his warm skin. When she got to his palm she held it to her face and rubbed the the back of it with her thumb, “you and me,” she looked up, so caught by his blue eyes that she almost couldn’t finish the sentence, “we could bake, together.” From that moment, on Katniss spent every day helping Peeta cook again. He eventually got back into his old bakery habits and for the first time in a while Katniss saw a genuine smile on his face. It was like he was himself again.

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◢ The victory of quiet love.

allinablur:

Sometimes I look at those Hunger Games confession blogs and I’ve read many times that Katniss settled for Peeta and that she didn’t really love him. Well, I don’t agree with that.

The thing is that most of us are used to be bombarded with those stories that speak of an all-consuming and sudden love, but the love that lasts isn’t necessarily the most intense, but the steadiest. Katniss would have never chosen Peeta unless she really wanted to.

One of the main reasons why this sub-plot in The Hunger Games was so interesting to me is precisely because it wasn’t this story of instant, loud passion that so many times is depicted in other novels (there seems to be a weird pattern in YA fiction).

I’d like to show why I don’t think Katniss settled down by looking a little at each book of the trilogy…

Let’s start with The Hunger Games. Katniss’s connection to Peeta began in the day that he gave her the bread. She couldn’t shake it even if she wanted to. He helped her when no one else did and that made him different. She admitted to herself that she had kept track of him, but the first moment that really had an impact on me was this little quote from the Tribute Parade:

And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

She immediately repproaches herself for reacting that way, but this shows that he had also begun to have some kind of effect on her.

Throughout the games we see her growing care for Peeta. Sometimes it’s hard to distinguish between what’s real and what’s not, but you can find a few genuine moments where Katniss isn’t pretending at all like when he’s stroking her hair and, “unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting” to her. Or the thoughts that lead to the first kiss that truly holds any meaning to her and makes her want another, because, like she says, she doesn’t really want him to die, she doesn’t want to lose the boy with the bread.

She allows herself to be vulnerable in those moments (something she’s deeply afraid of). From my point of view she’s starting to feel something, even if she doesn’t realise it, even if it’s way too confusing and undefined. I could mention too how desperate she is when the doctors are trying to save Peeta in the hovercraft.

Catching Fire is crucial in the development of Katniss’s feelings for Peeta. In the beginning of the Victor Tour she says to herself that she really played the love angle in the Games, but she also admitted that “there had been times when [she] didn’t honestly know how [she] felt about him” and that she didn’t know yet.

I like it how Suzanne Collins shows Katniss’s growing admiration for Peeta because of moments like the speech in District 11 (“at this moment, it’s impossible to imagine how I could do any better”) or when he painted Rue in front of the Gamemakers (“looking at Peeta with a new sense of appreciation”).

I can also point out how they help and comfort each other when it comes to fighting off their nightmares. Or the way Katniss pays attention to Peeta’s expression while painting, and becomes “a little fixated” on his long, golden eyelashes. Or their electric embrace in the train after the reaping for the Quarter Quell (“warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go”). Or how much she missed him sleeping beside her and how “starved” she had been for human closeness. Or how she completely freaked out in the Quarter Quell when she thought Peeta had died or when Peeta was taken by the Capitol.

In the Quarter Quell, she kisses Peeta right after she says that she needs him, because she’ll be truly “damaged beyond repair” if he dies. She starts feeling a new kind of hunger, one she hadn’t felt before. And when she wakes up the next morning, she has a “brief, delicious feeling of happiness” connected to him.

Well, Mockingjay is truly a wake-up call for Katniss. Tragically, this is when she fully realises the depth of her feelings because she believes she has lost Peeta forever. Classic case of you-don’t-know-what-you-got-til-it’s-gone. Now she can “fully appreciate the real Peeta”. There’s this passage that’s very meaningful in my opinion:

It’s only now that he’s been corrupted that I can fully appreciate the real Peeta. Even more than I would’ve if he’d died. The kindness, the steadiness, the warmth that had an unexpected heat behind it. […] Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena. To make myself put a name to the thing I’ve lost. But what’s the use? It’s gone. He’s gone. Whatever existed between us is gone.

It’s so obvious what’s implied here… Like someone once wrote on Tumblr, she even managed to convince President Snow, that’s why he took Peeta away and did to him whatever it was necessary to break her (like Prim had ominuously predicted).

And what about her reaction to the first time she watches one of his interviews? She’s hypnotised by the images on the screen (on which she rests her hand) and remembers “the battered, bleeding boy who haunts [her] dreams”. Or what about Katniss’s reaction at the prospect of seeing him again after his rescue from the Capitol? She’s “light-headed with giddiness” and begins to wonder about “those last kisses on the beach in the arena”, the ones she had never allowed herself to think about. If she had never allowed herself to think about that, that’s because it was something so meaningful and yet so scary that it was safer to just repress it.

Can I just point out a parallel between their most meaningful kisses in each of the three books? In the first Games Katniss admitted to herself that she didn’t want to lose Peeta; in the Quarter Quell she told him she needed him; and in the Capitol, the place of the unofficial 76th Hunger Games, she kisses him to save him from himself while telling him to not let the Capitol take him away from her.

When Katniss asked Finnick if he had loved Annie right from the beginning, he answered that she had crept up on him. Well, when I first read this, I also made a connection to Katniss and how, little by little, Peeta crept up on her, because, like she once had said, “kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.” Just because it’s a slow burning kind of story, doesn’t meaning it’s less valid or genuine. In my opinion, it’s even more interesting and rewarding (think about the novel Pride and Prejudice, for example).

Their connection, their love for each other wasn’t born out of pity. Katniss’s love for Peeta didn’t just appear because there was no one else, it already existed. The pieces of puzzle are scattered across the books for the reader to put them together. If anything, it’s remarkable how they grew back together despite all of their traumas, but they did because they had a strong, deep connection. It just took time to bring it back to the surface. Do you still believe that Katniss didn’t love Peeta?

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“You risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?”

“Real.” I shrug. “You were the reason I was alive to do it.”

“Was I?” The comment throws him into confusion. Some shiny memory must be fighting for his attention because his body tenses and his newly bandaged wrists strain against the metal cuffs. Then all the energy saps from his body. “I’m so tired, Katniss.”

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buckysteve:

i should’ve picked a less painful otp

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odellark:

Peeta says it wil be okay.

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Peeta says it wil be okay.

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◢ EVERY NOW AND THEN I SEE A GIF OR GRAPHIC OF EVERLARK AND GET LIKE PUT IN A MINI TIME MACHINE AND GO BACK TO WHEN I FIRST READ THE BOOK OR FIRST SAW THE MOVIE AND JUST THE FEELINGS ALL COME FLOODING BACK AND IT HURTS AND FEELS AMAZING AT THE SAME TIME AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO LAUGH AND KILL MYSELF AT THE SAME TIME