A Parent’s Worst Fear.
Our boy has awful taste in men.
Our boy has awful taste in men.
arcee is secretly the main character of tfp dont let anyone tell you any different
sits on u what a cutie patoot@monobey
I’ll send u 4500 live buggies
you can order 4,500 live ladybugs on amazon for less than $20 what a time to be alive
man i just thought
wouldnt it totally got the hunger games up if rue and katniss were the only ones left at the end of the first book
and instead of killing rue katniss kills herself and the rest of the series is told from rue’s perspective
The dogs have stopped howling. Rue doesn’t know why, she can’t even think about why because there’s no think left in her head. She’s not sure she remembers how. She remembers how to run, though, and when Katniss helps her off the Cornucopia next to the body that used to be the awful blond boy and her shaking legs hit the ground, Rue stumbles into forward motion because that’s all she’s capable of any more.
"No, no, stop." Katniss grabs her arm; jerks her into her body until Rue’s face is pressed up against the dirty slick plastic of her windbreaker. Rue clings to her. Feels her heartbeat judding in her ears. Tries to think.
"Is it over?" she asks at last. It feels too unreal to say, almost, but it’s so quiet.
"Yeah. Yeah it is." Katniss’ voice catches weirdly. "You’re done. It’s over."
Rue clings tighter, but she looks up a little and tries to…smile, or something. She’s supposed to smile now, right? Her mentor told her to keep her mouth shut and smile as much as possible, and Rue has done her best. She really, really has.
Katniss looks down at her and her mouth wobbles and jumps, like a cricket on a wet leaf. Rue thinks she might be trying to smile too, and she feels warm in her chest, because around Katniss it always seems okay that things that are supposed to come easily just don’t sometimes.
"Turn around. Okay? Turn around, little bird, and walk that way, and in a minute they’re going to come and get you and you’ll be safe."
Rue’s stomach clenches. She’s not going to be safe with them, she didn’t need Thresh to tell her that but he had, every day they were in the Capitol. You were never safe with Them. She wants to take off, just run for the treeline and climb until she’s far above it all, but she’s not a baby. She knows that won’t work.
"Okay. And you’ll come too?" If she can’t be safe, she wants to be with Katniss.
"Right behind you."
Katniss’ voice is wobbling now too, thick and tight. She leans down and kisses Rue on the forehead. Rue makes a face. Katniss is great, but she’s not her mom or anything, and that’s such a mom thing to do. Then Katniss takes her shoulders and turns her around, gives her a little shove.
"Go ahead. That way. Don’t….don’t turn around, okay? Just walk that way."
Rue walks. The air is so still and quiet, and she walks slowly, cautiously, still not quite able to believe that she doesn’t have to hide. Then there’s the same rushing roar of air the accompanied their journey here—her stomach lurches as it remembers the sick swoop of the flying machines, her shivering panic before it all. She turns to tell Katniss that they’re coming.
The cannon sounds.
do you know what this is? this is a CHEESE SLICER.
AND WE DON’T GET WHY THE REST OF THE WORLD DON’T WANT TO USE OUR BRILLIANT INVENTION
WE HATE THE FACT THAT OTHER COUNTRIES CUT CHEESE WITH A KNIFE, POOR PEOPLE, YOU MUST BE STRUGGLING SO MUCH NO WONDER THERE’S STILL WARS TO BE FAUGHT
WHAT IF YOU CUT TOO MUCH AND THE SLICE IS TOO THICK?? OR TOO THIN AND IT’S NOT ENOUGH??
THE PROBLEMS WOULD’VE BEEN SOLVED WITH A FUCKING CHEESE SLICER COME ON PEOPLE