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arrowsandsunsets:

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I bet you’re wondering why I haven’t posted in  awhile or whatever. I haven’t left Tumblr. I am now over at everythingscreamsinmydreams.tumblr.com. That started out as a side blog, but quickly became my main blog. I  make edits and all kinds of pretty stuff. (At least I try). If you miss my posts of whatever, that’s where I am! Peace!

Caitlin 

everythingscreamsinmydreams:

“One engine barely makes it away.
One engine barely makes it away. 
Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds.
Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds.
One engine barely makes it away.”

everythingscreamsinmydreams:

“One engine barely makes it away.

One engine barely makes it away. 

Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds.

Hold on, they’re breaking their bonds.

One engine barely makes it away.”

thg-stories:

Johanna Mason was finally finding some sense of happiness in her life. She had friends and she was finally letting people close to her again. She was even considering Katniss, Peeta and Annie as family now. They were the only people she had.

She was settling into her new life in Seven. She made regular visits into District Twelve to see Katniss and Peeta. She even traveled into District Four to see Annie and her baby that reminded her so much of her best friend. Maybe that’s why she loved it so much. It reminded her of Finnick. 

But living alone in Seven was hard. She tried living day today but without someone around, it was getting harder and harder not to give into the morphling cravings she still has. It blocked out all of her bad memories. She was ashamed to say that she had caved in a few times. She was trying to stay active as much as she could. She bought an old bike from a vendor in town and took daily rides as often as she could. 

Once when out for one of them, she ran into someone she hadn’t been expecting to see. They had nonchantly stepped in front of her bike, put a large, strong hand out to stop her from moving forward any further. Johanna hopped off the bike, an amused smirk on her face. 

“What the hell do you want, Hawthorne?” she asked, smiling at the dark-haired boy. No. Boy wasn’t the right word. Not anymore. Gale Hawthorne was now a man. The events from the Rebellion had set it in stone.

“Aw, Mason. I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Gale teased. “You said to come visit anytime one the phone.” 

“Well, one, I never expected you to actually come,” Johanna replied, pulling her brand new pack of cigerettes from her pocket, using her fingernail to split the seal. “And two, if you did come, I would’ve guessed you would try the house.” 

“You never gave me an address. How was I supposed to find you? I’ve been searching the damn district for two days,” Gale said, smirking slightly. “Glad I finally found you here.” 

Johanna couldn’t help but smile as she brought the cigerette to her lips, flicking her lighter over the tip. She puffed her first cloud of smoke in his direction, leaning against the seat of her bike. 

Gale waved his hand to clear the air around his face. He had come to see Johanna because she seemed to be the only friend he had left. He knew he could eventually make up with Katniss, but neither of them was ready for that so soon. Besideds, Johanna’s attitude mimicked his own. They got along well. 

“I’m glad you came, Hawthorne. How long you gonna stay?” she asked, turning her face so that she was looking at him. 

Gale shrugged. He really didn’t know. He knew he didn’t belong in Two. He didn’t know anyone there and he had trouble holding down a job. He would love to go back to District Twelve, but he can’t, not until he’s over Katniss, and somewhat over the guilt he felt of being responsible for Prim’s death. He couldn’t stand seeing her in pain. He also knew he would never be able to bear the sight of Katniss with Peeta. It would kill him. 

“I dunno. If I had a place to stay for awhile, I’d actually like to find a place here,” Gale said. He adverted his gaze away from Johanna. He wondered if she would offer. 

“That’s really obvious, Gale,” she said with a laugh, taking another long drag from her cigerette. “Why not just flat out ask me? Come stay with me. I have plenty of room. Hell, I get lonely. It’ll be nice to have a friend around.” 

Gale gave her the first genuine smile that he’d been able to put on in a long time. “I could hug you right now, you know.” 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

Gale let out a laugh at this. It was good to feel happy, even if it was only for a little while. He had to agree with Johanna, it would be great to have a friend around. Neither of them knew how close that friendship would be, or where it would lead.

-Taken by Gale Hawthorne in District Seven, sometime later that day.

thg-stories:

Johanna Mason was finally finding some sense of happiness in her life. She had friends and she was finally letting people close to her again. She was even considering Katniss, Peeta and Annie as family now. They were the only people she had.

She was settling into her new life in Seven. She made regular visits into District Twelve to see Katniss and Peeta. She even traveled into District Four to see Annie and her baby that reminded her so much of her best friend. Maybe that’s why she loved it so much. It reminded her of Finnick.

But living alone in Seven was hard. She tried living day today but without someone around, it was getting harder and harder not to give into the morphling cravings she still has. It blocked out all of her bad memories. She was ashamed to say that she had caved in a few times. She was trying to stay active as much as she could. She bought an old bike from a vendor in town and took daily rides as often as she could.

Once when out for one of them, she ran into someone she hadn’t been expecting to see. They had nonchantly stepped in front of her bike, put a large, strong hand out to stop her from moving forward any further. Johanna hopped off the bike, an amused smirk on her face.

“What the hell do you want, Hawthorne?” she asked, smiling at the dark-haired boy. No. Boy wasn’t the right word. Not anymore. Gale Hawthorne was now a man. The events from the Rebellion had set it in stone.

“Aw, Mason. I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Gale teased. “You said to come visit anytime one the phone.”

“Well, one, I never expected you to actually come,” Johanna replied, pulling her brand new pack of cigerettes from her pocket, using her fingernail to split the seal. “And two, if you did come, I would’ve guessed you would try the house.”

“You never gave me an address. How was I supposed to find you? I’ve been searching the damn district for two days,” Gale said, smirking slightly. “Glad I finally found you here.”

Johanna couldn’t help but smile as she brought the cigerette to her lips, flicking her lighter over the tip. She puffed her first cloud of smoke in his direction, leaning against the seat of her bike.

Gale waved his hand to clear the air around his face. He had come to see Johanna because she seemed to be the only friend he had left. He knew he could eventually make up with Katniss, but neither of them was ready for that so soon. Besideds, Johanna’s attitude mimicked his own. They got along well.

“I’m glad you came, Hawthorne. How long you gonna stay?” she asked, turning her face so that she was looking at him.

Gale shrugged. He really didn’t know. He knew he didn’t belong in Two. He didn’t know anyone there and he had trouble holding down a job. He would love to go back to District Twelve, but he can’t, not until he’s over Katniss, and somewhat over the guilt he felt of being responsible for Prim’s death. He couldn’t stand seeing her in pain. He also knew he would never be able to bear the sight of Katniss with Peeta. It would kill him.

“I dunno. If I had a place to stay for awhile, I’d actually like to find a place here,” Gale said. He adverted his gaze away from Johanna. He wondered if she would offer.

“That’s really obvious, Gale,” she said with a laugh, taking another long drag from her cigerette. “Why not just flat out ask me? Come stay with me. I have plenty of room. Hell, I get lonely. It’ll be nice to have a friend around.”

Gale gave her the first genuine smile that he’d been able to put on in a long time. “I could hug you right now, you know.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

Gale let out a laugh at this. It was good to feel happy, even if it was only for a little while. He had to agree with Johanna, it would be great to have a friend around. Neither of them knew how close that friendship would be, or where it would lead.

-Taken by Gale Hawthorne in District Seven, sometime later that day.

thg-stories:

Finnick Odair had never been more conflicted in his entire life. He had just come from a meeting with President Snow. He hadn’t expected what this meeting would entail. He hadn’t let himself breakdown in the Capitol. He didn’t even let himself think about it on the train. He didn’t let himself feel anything at all until he was safely back in District Four. 

When he got back there, he didn’t go home, he ran straight for the pond that resided near his house. He would have preferred the ocean, but it was too far of a walk. He thought about jumping right in, but he didn’t. He pulled off his shirt and was just about to let himself fall into the depths of the water when he fell to his knees, running a hand through his hair, recalling the conversation he had with Snow.

“Your sponsors were very generous to you, Finnick, don’t you think?” 

Snow had jumped right to the point. No introduction, no hello, no congratulations for winning the Games. No. He had just finished the Victory Tour. He had no idea where this conversation was going. 

“Yeah. My sponsors saved my life. I’m really grateful,” Finnick had replied, watching as President Snow poured himself a cup of tea, scrunching his nose at the metallic smell of blood that seemed to be coming from his mouth. Did he drink blood? It wouldn’t have surprised him.

“I don’t think simple thanks will be enough,” Snow said, pouring a small amount of sugar into his tea, stirring it around with his spoon, never breaking eye contact with Finnick. “I think we’ll have to think of another way to repay them.”

“How?” But as soon as the question slipped from Finnick’s mouth, he knew the answer. He had clearly been sent that trident because of his looks. They wanted him to stay alive because everyone wanted a piece of Finnick Odair. Snow was going to make sure that they got it.

“I think you know the answer already, Mr. Odair,” Snow replied, bringing the cup of tea to his lips, a smirk playing on his lips. Finnick was glad there wasn’t a trident near by because he would have been executed for killing the president. 

“What if I say no?” Finnick asked. He only had one thing on his mind at this point. Annie Cresta. What would she think if he had to take trips to the Capitol all of the time? He wouldn’t be able to keep the secret that he was going there to sell his body for long. It would hurt Annie. He didn’t want anyone but her. This wasn’t fair. Victor’s were supposed to live a happy life. But he was learning that wasn’t true. They never got to escape the Games, even after they were out. 

“Oh, you can’t say no,” Snow said casually. Snow’s tone was conveying that this should have been obvious. “Well, I mean you can, but that would cause nothing but trouble. I’m sure you don’t want anything to happen to your girlfriend, do you? What is her name?”

“Annie,” Finnick replied. His fists were clenched, his teeth were gritted tight behind thin lips. They were blackmailing him. He was being forced to be a sex slave to the people that he hated the most. They knew his weakness. Annie.

“That’s right,” President Snow said, a glimmer in his eye. “Annie Cresta.”

Finnick slammed his fist onto the ground. It wasn’t fair. He had fought so hard to come home. To come home to Annie so that they could be happy. Now he would have to make regular visits into the Capitol to give himself to people that he didn’t even care about. But he had to pretend. He had to be cocky, flirtacious. He had to be Panem’s Playboy. The thought sickened him. It made his stomach knot. He felt as if he could get sick at the very thought. But he would do anything if it meant keeping Annie safe and out of harm’s way.

Anything.

-Taken by Annie Cresta from inside the home that she shared with Finnick. She had no idea that something so troubling was plauging Finnick’s mind.

thg-stories:

Finnick Odair had never been more conflicted in his entire life. He had just come from a meeting with President Snow. He hadn’t expected what this meeting would entail. He hadn’t let himself breakdown in the Capitol. He didn’t even let himself think about it on the train. He didn’t let himself feel anything at all until he was safely back in District Four.

When he got back there, he didn’t go home, he ran straight for the pond that resided near his house. He would have preferred the ocean, but it was too far of a walk. He thought about jumping right in, but he didn’t. He pulled off his shirt and was just about to let himself fall into the depths of the water when he fell to his knees, running a hand through his hair, recalling the conversation he had with Snow.

“Your sponsors were very generous to you, Finnick, don’t you think?”

Snow had jumped right to the point. No introduction, no hello, no congratulations for winning the Games. No. He had just finished the Victory Tour. He had no idea where this conversation was going.

“Yeah. My sponsors saved my life. I’m really grateful,” Finnick had replied, watching as President Snow poured himself a cup of tea, scrunching his nose at the metallic smell of blood that seemed to be coming from his mouth. Did he drink blood? It wouldn’t have surprised him.

“I don’t think simple thanks will be enough,” Snow said, pouring a small amount of sugar into his tea, stirring it around with his spoon, never breaking eye contact with Finnick. “I think we’ll have to think of another way to repay them.”

“How?” But as soon as the question slipped from Finnick’s mouth, he knew the answer. He had clearly been sent that trident because of his looks. They wanted him to stay alive because everyone wanted a piece of Finnick Odair. Snow was going to make sure that they got it.

“I think you know the answer already, Mr. Odair,” Snow replied, bringing the cup of tea to his lips, a smirk playing on his lips. Finnick was glad there wasn’t a trident near by because he would have been executed for killing the president.

“What if I say no?” Finnick asked. He only had one thing on his mind at this point. Annie Cresta. What would she think if he had to take trips to the Capitol all of the time? He wouldn’t be able to keep the secret that he was going there to sell his body for long. It would hurt Annie. He didn’t want anyone but her. This wasn’t fair. Victor’s were supposed to live a happy life. But he was learning that wasn’t true. They never got to escape the Games, even after they were out.

“Oh, you can’t say no,” Snow said casually. Snow’s tone was conveying that this should have been obvious. “Well, I mean you can, but that would cause nothing but trouble. I’m sure you don’t want anything to happen to your girlfriend, do you? What is her name?”

“Annie,” Finnick replied. His fists were clenched, his teeth were gritted tight behind thin lips. They were blackmailing him. He was being forced to be a sex slave to the people that he hated the most. They knew his weakness. Annie.

“That’s right,” President Snow said, a glimmer in his eye. “Annie Cresta.”

Finnick slammed his fist onto the ground. It wasn’t fair. He had fought so hard to come home. To come home to Annie so that they could be happy. Now he would have to make regular visits into the Capitol to give himself to people that he didn’t even care about. But he had to pretend. He had to be cocky, flirtacious. He had to be Panem’s Playboy. The thought sickened him. It made his stomach knot. He felt as if he could get sick at the very thought. But he would do anything if it meant keeping Annie safe and out of harm’s way.

Anything.

-Taken by Annie Cresta from inside the home that she shared with Finnick. She had no idea that something so troubling was plauging Finnick’s mind.

thg-stories:

Katniss Everdeen was sure that she would never see Gale Hawthorne again. Why would he want to see her again anyway? She had broken his heart by choosing Peeta, but she really couldn’t help it. She did love Gale, but not the way she loved Peeta. Besides that, she had very clearly blamed Gale for Prim’s death. It really wasn’t fair. They had no real proof. It was most likely the Capitol’s doing. 

So, it was really much to her surprise when there was a knock on her door one day, about a year after the Rebellion ended, and she found Gale smiling back at her. 

“Hey there, Catnip. It’s been awhile,” he said, giving that grin that Katniss had remembered so well. Before she could stop herself, she flung her arms around the tall, dark-haired man in front of her, hugging him tightly. 

“I missed you,” she said. It was all that she could manage to get out. She felt a million things at once. Happiness, pain, anger, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except that Gale was here. That meant that he was willing to try and fix their friendship. 

Gale’s arms wrapped around Katniss in return, hugging her close to him. He wasn’t over Katniss. He wasn’t sure that he ever would be. But he had decided that he would rather be in Katniss’ life as her friend, then not at all. It had been hell without her. She was the one person in this world that understood him. He couldn’t be without that anymore. 

Katniss finally released her tight hold on Gale, shut the front door and walked out onto the porch. She sat down on the edge of the steps, a cool spring breeze blowing bye, tickling her skin and hair. She loved spring. It meant rebirth. Not destruction. Gale showing up had proved that even more. 

Gale followed her example, sitting down beside of her. He knew that the two of them had a lot to talk about, but that didn’t matter now. Maybe they could just enjoy each other’s company. Gale put his arm around Katniss’ shoulder, turned his head and pressed a little kiss to her forehead.

“I missed you too, Catnip.”

-Taken by Effie Trinket from Haymitch Abernathy’s porch.

thg-stories:

Katniss Everdeen was sure that she would never see Gale Hawthorne again. Why would he want to see her again anyway? She had broken his heart by choosing Peeta, but she really couldn’t help it. She did love Gale, but not the way she loved Peeta. Besides that, she had very clearly blamed Gale for Prim’s death. It really wasn’t fair. They had no real proof. It was most likely the Capitol’s doing.

So, it was really much to her surprise when there was a knock on her door one day, about a year after the Rebellion ended, and she found Gale smiling back at her.

“Hey there, Catnip. It’s been awhile,” he said, giving that grin that Katniss had remembered so well. Before she could stop herself, she flung her arms around the tall, dark-haired man in front of her, hugging him tightly.

“I missed you,” she said. It was all that she could manage to get out. She felt a million things at once. Happiness, pain, anger, but in that moment, nothing else mattered except that Gale was here. That meant that he was willing to try and fix their friendship.

Gale’s arms wrapped around Katniss in return, hugging her close to him. He wasn’t over Katniss. He wasn’t sure that he ever would be. But he had decided that he would rather be in Katniss’ life as her friend, then not at all. It had been hell without her. She was the one person in this world that understood him. He couldn’t be without that anymore.

Katniss finally released her tight hold on Gale, shut the front door and walked out onto the porch. She sat down on the edge of the steps, a cool spring breeze blowing bye, tickling her skin and hair. She loved spring. It meant rebirth. Not destruction. Gale showing up had proved that even more.

Gale followed her example, sitting down beside of her. He knew that the two of them had a lot to talk about, but that didn’t matter now. Maybe they could just enjoy each other’s company. Gale put his arm around Katniss’ shoulder, turned his head and pressed a little kiss to her forehead.

“I missed you too, Catnip.”

-Taken by Effie Trinket from Haymitch Abernathy’s porch.

thg-stories:

Katniss had woken up in the middle of the night. She was certain it would be because Peeta was having a nightmare, but it was far worse than that. When her eyes fell on Peeta sitting up right in the bed beside of her, his hands buried in his hair, gripping it tightly, his knees pulled up to his chest. He was muttering things to himself. He was having an attack. 

Katniss felt like her heart had stopped for a moment. Peeta had been doing so well. He hadn’t had an attack in weeks. Now here he was, in the midst of one of the more severe ones, where not only his memories were fuzzy, but he was seeing things as well. 

She sat up too, looking over at Peeta. She wasn’t sure how to handle this. She hadn’t been alone with him during one of his more severe attacks before. The ones he had since returning to District Twelve were mild, ones that only caused him to question memories. 

Katniss caustiously reached out a hand to him, putting on his shoulder. But it wasn’t there for long. Peeta pushed it away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Go away. You hate me anyway.”

Katniss felt a pang in her chest. What had they done to him? He would never be exactly the same again. This would always happen. He would have attacks where he would have to try and sift through memories, and decide which ones were real, which ones were fake. His Capitol-induced memory tonight was that she hated him. That couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Katniss slowly crept up behind him on their bed, placing her hand on his shoulder. She wanted so badly to comfort him, to make him feel better, but she had no idea how. Not really. 

“I don’t hate you, Peeta,” she whispered. She reached her hand up and ran her fingers gently through Peeta’s blonde locks. She was pleased when he didn’t tense under her touch, but closed his now glassed-over blue eyes, and relaxed. “That isn’t real. That’s what they wanted you to think.” 

Peeta seemed to be coming back to himself now. Not real. That seemed to do it. His vivid blue eyes snapped open, they were that perfect crystal clear color she loved again. He seemed to realize what had happened all at once. “I pushed your arm away. Did I hurt you?” 

He sounded really worried, like he actually thought he had caused her harm. She was still running her hands through his hair, trying to keep him calm. “No, Peeta. I’m fine. Even if you had, it wouldn’t have been your fault. I know that.”

Peeta didn’t seem to pleased with this answer, but he had already caused Katniss enough pain for the night. He shifted his head to where he could bury his face in the crook of her neck, his lips lightly grazed her skin. Goosebumps appeared to envelop her entire body at this simple contact.

“You love me, Katniss, real or not real?”

“Real,” she replied without hesitation, and she placed a kiss on the top of his head. 

-Taken by Haymitch Abernathy, who had made it a nightly routine to check on the both of them.

thg-stories:

Katniss had woken up in the middle of the night. She was certain it would be because Peeta was having a nightmare, but it was far worse than that. When her eyes fell on Peeta sitting up right in the bed beside of her, his hands buried in his hair, gripping it tightly, his knees pulled up to his chest. He was muttering things to himself. He was having an attack.

Katniss felt like her heart had stopped for a moment. Peeta had been doing so well. He hadn’t had an attack in weeks. Now here he was, in the midst of one of the more severe ones, where not only his memories were fuzzy, but he was seeing things as well.

She sat up too, looking over at Peeta. She wasn’t sure how to handle this. She hadn’t been alone with him during one of his more severe attacks before. The ones he had since returning to District Twelve were mild, ones that only caused him to question memories.

Katniss caustiously reached out a hand to him, putting on his shoulder. But it wasn’t there for long. Peeta pushed it away, scrambling to the edge of the bed. “Go away. You hate me anyway.”

Katniss felt a pang in her chest. What had they done to him? He would never be exactly the same again. This would always happen. He would have attacks where he would have to try and sift through memories, and decide which ones were real, which ones were fake. His Capitol-induced memory tonight was that she hated him. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

Katniss slowly crept up behind him on their bed, placing her hand on his shoulder. She wanted so badly to comfort him, to make him feel better, but she had no idea how. Not really.

“I don’t hate you, Peeta,” she whispered. She reached her hand up and ran her fingers gently through Peeta’s blonde locks. She was pleased when he didn’t tense under her touch, but closed his now glassed-over blue eyes, and relaxed. “That isn’t real. That’s what they wanted you to think.”

Peeta seemed to be coming back to himself now. Not real. That seemed to do it. His vivid blue eyes snapped open, they were that perfect crystal clear color she loved again. He seemed to realize what had happened all at once. “I pushed your arm away. Did I hurt you?”

He sounded really worried, like he actually thought he had caused her harm. She was still running her hands through his hair, trying to keep him calm. “No, Peeta. I’m fine. Even if you had, it wouldn’t have been your fault. I know that.”

Peeta didn’t seem to pleased with this answer, but he had already caused Katniss enough pain for the night. He shifted his head to where he could bury his face in the crook of her neck, his lips lightly grazed her skin. Goosebumps appeared to envelop her entire body at this simple contact.

“You love me, Katniss, real or not real?”

“Real,” she replied without hesitation, and she placed a kiss on the top of his head.

-Taken by Haymitch Abernathy, who had made it a nightly routine to check on the both of them.