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mellarkia:

Post Mockingjay: Katniss has an affair with Gale.

It was a heated moment that grew to something bigger; something so irresistible that even her love for Peeta couldn’t stop her. It was an old love, something so deeply rooted within her that every touch was so very gratifying. Both children of war and blood and anger, she thought; perhaps we deserve each other.

THG: Favorite Quotes: “We could do it you know… Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.” - Gale Hawthorne

mellarkia:

people always neglect to think about how terrible Gale must have felt knowing that his bomb killed Prim, who was pretty much like a little sister to him.

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they’re haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye

Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile. As reapings go, this one at least has a slight entertainment factor. But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty-two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor. Not compared to a lot of the boys. And maybe he’s thinking the same thing about me because his face darkens and he turns away.“But there are still thousands of slips,” I wish I could whisper to him.

allofthisiswrong:

Peeta pulls the chain with the gold disk from around his neck. He holds it in the moonlight so I can clearly see the mockingjay. Then his thumb slides along a catch I didn’t notice before and the disk pops open. It’s not solid, as I had thought, but a locket. And within the locket are photos. On the right side, my mother and Prim, laughing. And on the left, Gale. Actually smiling. There is nothing in the world that could break me faster at this moment than these three faces. After what I heard this afternoon… it is the perfect weapon.

No matter what I do, I’m hurting someone…

i will always savor the strawberry flavor of your immaculate kiss

mockingjayiscatchingfire:

“Shoot me. That’s what he was mouthing. I was supposed to shoot him! That was my job. That was our unspoken promise, all of us, to one another. And I didn’t do it and now the Capitol will kill him or torture him or hijack him or – the cracks begin opening inside me, threatening to break me into pieces.”