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( so I’m moving Finnick to a multi muse blog because i somewhat have a spark for him again, and this way it will be easier to keep everything organized and just not all the page flipping. so go follow if you would like~! )
oceaniisms reblogged
( so I’m moving Finnick to a multi muse blog because i somewhat have a spark for him again, and this way it will be easier to keep everything organized and just not all the page flipping. so go follow if you would like~! )
oceaniisms reblogged
( so I’m moving Finnick to a multi muse blog because i somewhat have a spark for him again, and this way it will be easier to keep everything organized and just not all the page flipping. so go follow if you would like~! )
( so I’m moving Finnick to a multi muse blog because i somewhat have a spark for him again, and this way it will be easier to keep everything organized and just not all the page flipping. so go follow if you would like~! )
“Who did this?”
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Head turned away. She could see but if her fingers grazed the sensitive area it would send chills down his spine. She really did not have to worry about him. This always seemed to happen. The favorite was always thrown down in the dirt unable to get up, bruised and bloodied. He continued with tying the knots in a new net he was making, the other he had worn out in the past few years. Hands yanking at the end of the rope hard, creating a slight burning sensation to his palm.
“ ---I made a mistake. ”
It was a start to an explanation. A smile was appearing on his lips, though it was not sincere. It was filled with sadness and pain, emotional pain for the physical he could always deal with, he always had a way of enduring it after the games.
“ I visited my family today, and as you can tell--it didn’t go so well. I made another mistake in their eyes. Just---can’t be PERFECT unlike I am at the Capitol. ” A chuckle that almost gave away that he was upset, tears were b u r n i n g in his eyes thinking about how his family had deserted him when it was known how flamboyant of a man he became after the games. They never were able to understand and he could not talk them through it. So when he just went to give them some extra supplies, money--it went south with a physical fight with his father and harsh words spat at him.
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Anonymous asked:
Annie could hear nothing straight in her mind when she was taken to the hospital in district 13. She'd calmed down since attacking the doctors when he walked into the room. He. Finn had the audacity to come and try and hug her or speak to her like he'd done nothing wrong. Annie flinched away practically screaming until she grabbed something to protect herself. " get away you evil man , you lied , you don't love me and you kill mags." (Hijacked Annie,finnickodairsannie , I hope this is okay )
They were back, Gale Hawthorne and the others actually were able to save his loved one and friends. He walked into the room with Katniss seeing the girl he was madly in love with fighting with the doctors. She had to been scared, they were everywhere and what she possibly went through in the Capitol--
His feet took him closer to her and a smile was on his lips, relieved to see his darling, for the most part she was okay--all the injuries would fade soon enough and he was sure he could get her back on her feet again. Hands lightly grazed her arms almost pulling her into a hug when everything changed.
Her screams, accusing him of such terrible things. His eyes widened, and though she pulled back to protect herself, he did as well, pulled back, his mouth gaping over with eyes filled with terror at what Annie Cresta was saying. She had just called him evil and so many other things.
“ Annie, no--no t-that’s not true. Y-you have to know...that isn’t true. ”
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“ Honestly, a gift is not necessary! ”
“I’d still like to get something. I just might need some help with it.”
“ I have a feeling I won’t be able to stop you, will I? ----Fine, what help can I offer? ”
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A moment paused after he received an answer. His tongue running over his chapped lips as he still had the look of concern on his face. He put the water back in his bag with a sigh. Finnick knew this was not the Peeta he remembered from the Quarter Quell but he was there somewhere. He had yet to give up on his friend.
He put his head down, hand going through his his hair but quickly looking back up the younger guy sitting with him. Finnick only gave a silent nod, though his eyes still directed to him for there was more that he wished to say to his friend but could not let the words come from his lips. Think light, think positive. And then the words left him.
“ I hope that when we’re through with this, I can expect to get more of your great foods you make. I don’t think I had a better cake than the one you made for the wedding. ”
Peeta looked over at Finnick, almost as if he was waiting for the male to say something else but his expression said otherwise. If he was honest he wasn’t sure what he wanted, just… something since silence was his enemy at the moment. When things went quiet it meant Peeta was left with nothing but his head and the Capitol had done a good job at ruining that.
But eventually he did hear something from Finnick, causing his blue hues to focus on him once more instead of elsewhere, a small smile even edged upon his lips at that memory. He was proud of that cake, he had worked so hard on it as it felt like so long since the last time he had baked anything for anyone since then.
“It’ll be hard for me to top that one, but I can give it my best try.”
A smile, it had been so long since Finnick had seen Peeta smile, the new image of the Peeta Snow possessed to be his own killer had been sucked into him for that was all he saw these recent weeks. But this smile, it made the fish boy relax more, there was hope for Peeta the baker to fully come back to life.
It led him to smile back and even a light chuckle left him as they sat waiting in the stalemate. He was sure the baker could top the cake for something even more delicious, if his memory was right, from what Katniss had told Finnick before, Peeta is really the King of Baking.
“ I mean artistic wise beautiful, pretty sure there can’t be anything that could possibly match the low-key excellence of my wedding, all thanks to you but I’m sure you can whip up something that’s as delightful or even more than cake. ”
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8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER [ Repost, don’t reblog. ]
Tagged by: @fellcd
- Name: bryanna
- Birthday: july 20th
- Zodiac Sign: cancer
- Height: 5′6″
- Time: 10:05 am
- Sleep: 5-9 hours. (^u^)’
- Favorite Books: alice in wonderland, the great gatsby, sundays at tiffany’s
- Favorite Artists: PVRIS, set it off, bring me the horizon, memphis may fire
- Last Movie I Watched: aristocats
- College: mississippi state -- hail state!
- Dream Job: forensic pathologist
- Meaning of URL: welp, I see it as an love for the ocean. isms means ideology or practice...but i can mean artistic movement, so like love for the ocean since it’s Finnick’s life...basically.
- Tagging: @savedbywaves @brokensxrvivor @burntbreadpeeta @burningwhiteroses @euphemiafleurtrinket @hijxcking @hawthxrns @waterloggcd
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❛ ————————— I am cursed with feeling everything, feeling ‘too much’. For this I am also cursed with understanding. I find the good in every evil, and for this i am cursed.
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Drunken men— —give some of the best pep talks. previously Constantgrief
continued from x
It was happening again, it definitely seemed as if it was. He had become more observant in his friend, the way she was distant towards him and always seemed to be or end up back in the hospital ward. It was not until Annie had mentioned to him one day that the individual who knew him best for all his FLAWS and TROUBLES did not end up having the time of her life locked up in the Capitol.
“ Johanna! ”
Finnick was thankful that he caught her this time in one of her SPELLS and no one else, rushing towards her nearly sliding on his knees as he wish to quickly get her through this, though her voice echoed and the unknown faces of District Thirteen withdrew, though he was sure someone was going to point out the disturbance of their boring daily routine. His hands grabbed her wrists, making sure she could not simply flail around but hold her steady as he tries to break the curse her mind put her under.
“ Jo, no--I’m here with you. They’ll be fine because there is no water. Jo, there is no water. We’re safe. Close your eyes and it will go away, TRUST ME, Johanna. ”
His only idea at the moment was to coax her out of believing she was drowning. She had to believe his words, even if it did look as if everyone was drowning, his steady voice could surely bring her out of the flood? She only needed to TRUST him in this moment, that him uttering such words could bring her back to peace. He has dealt with these similar situations before, figured out how to handle them. Words were his strong suit, he knew this about himself so they better work this time as well.