Character dorm rooms part 170:

The Hunger Games Characters and what they’d study:

Katniss Everdeen: Biological Sciences

Peeta Mellark: Culinary Studies

Haymitch Abernathy:Business

Gale Hawthorne:Mechanics

Rue:Music

Cinna:Fashion

Effie Trinket:Marketing

President Snow:Politics

Primrose Everdeen:Medicine

Cato: Physical Education

Clove:Journalism

Glimmer: Fashion Merchandising

Thresh:Law

Foxface:Botany

Marvel: Business Law

Caesar Flickerman:Broadcasting

Mrs Everdeen:Nursing

Finnick Odair: Theatre studies

Annie Cresta: Marine Biology

Beetee Latier:Engineering

Mags:Design

Johanna Mason:Criminology

President Coin: International Relations

Plutarch Heavensbee:Psychology

Seneca Crain: Videogame design

Cressida:Directing

Castor: Screen writing

Pollux:Cinematography

Buttercup: Veterinary Studies

: You and Peeta have finally found some semblance of peace after the games and the war.

: 923

: None

For the first time in weeks, rain woke you from your slumber instead of horrific, vivid nightmares of your time in the arenas. The ones from the Quarter Quell seemed to be worse than your ones from the first games, but they were insufferable either way. Peeta was asleep in his own bed but you both left your doors wide open in case either of you needed comfort during the night, so you crept down the staircase as quietly as you could. In the kitchen, you set about boiling some water for herbal tea, stopping every ten seconds to yawn. It was much earlier than you realised - just gone 5am - and through the kitchen window you saw the sun determined to rise over the Victor’s Village in District 12, pushing through the grey storm clouds with an almost enviable amount of force. Once your tea was ready, you padded through the hallway and to the front door, which you flung open, letting the fresh air and scent of rain engulf your senses. You loved storms, so you set your tea down on the doorstep and sat down with your back against the doorframe to watch.

You had no idea how long you sat there watching the rain, but when Peeta appeared above you, he startled you.

“Sorry,” He said softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” He was in plaid pyjamas and his warm dressing gown, rubbing the sleep from the inner corners of his eyes. You patted the space opposite you. “Join me?”
“Sure,” He smiled.

For a while the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the rain being the only sound to be heard. The last few months had been the calmest of your whole life, the months that you should have had after the seventy-fourth Hunger Games; this was how things should have been all along, before the Quarter Quell and the revolution, before everything got turned totally upside down. Or maybe they really got turned the right way up. You still hadn’t sorted through the mass of feelings you had about the events of the last few years, but the one thing you had sorted through were your feelings towards the boy with the bread. Most mornings, you woke up and cursed yourself for not figuring things out sooner, for not realising that your feelings for him were the furthest from an act that anything could possibly be. You were still trying to decide how to tell him this, even though it was clear that he already knew. The love that you two shared was an unspoken rule, your safe place - it was home. Since rescuing him from the Capitol all those months ago, this had been pretty obvious, but you still wanted to apologise for all those times you made it out to be one-sided.

“How come you’re awake so early?” Peeta asked. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“No, the storm woke me up,” You explained. “How come you’re awake so early?”
He shrugged. “I woke up and noticed you weren’t in your bed, so I thought I’d better check on you.”
“You know I’d have come to you if it was a nightmare,” You assured him. “I always do.”
“I know.”

The sun was well above the horizon now, shining down on District 12 and making the puddles glisten in its light. The rain had yet to cease, however, which resulted in a beautiful rainbow. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Peeta stood and took both of your hands in his, pulling you up with him. He led you out onto the front steps so you could get a better view of the rainbow; the stone was cold beneath your feet, but you didn’t care in the slightest.

“That smile looks good on you,” Peeta murmured.

You turned to face him. You always thought he looked best in the mornings when sleep still danced behind his brilliant blue eyes and he had yet to run a comb through his blonde hair. He was smiling too - grinning like a fool, actually - and your heart raced within your chest at the sight of the boy in front of you. After the Quarter Quell when he was taken from you, you vowed to never take advantage of him ever again, so every day you reminded yourself to be grateful; for his safety, for his love, for him. You looped your arms around his neck and rubbed your nose against his, forcing yourself to wait for the sweet release that would be his lips against yours. There was no reason for you to rush this moment, but Peeta apparently couldn’t wait because before long he was pressing his soft lips against yours. You could still feel his smile.

You never wanted the moment to end. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted you up, spinning you around in a circle without breaking this kiss. When he set you down gently, you were standing on his socked feet. You’d only done this once - in the kitchen - but it had made your heart melt then, too. He started to move slowly while holding you tight, dancing for the both of you so your feet wouldn’t get cold on the steps. There were no words to describe how much love you felt for him in that moment; in every moment.

“This is our future,” He whispered into your ear. “Real or not real?”
You kissed him again. “Real.” You said against his lips. “Real, real, real.”

EVERLARK MOMENTS #1: THE ROOFTOP PICNIC

Location description: I follow him to a flight of stairs that lead to the roof. There’s a small dome-shaped room with a door to the outside. As we step into the cool, windy evening air, I catch my breath at the view. The Capitol twinkles like a vast field of fireflies. <…> On the other side of the dome, they’ve built a garden with flower beds and potted trees. From the branches hang hundreds of wind chimes, which account for the tinkling I heard. Here in the garden, on this windy night, it’s enough to drown out two people who are trying not to be heard. / THG, ch.6

The moment: The roof. We order a bunch of food, grab some blankets, and head up to the roof for a picnic. A daylong picnic in the flower garden that tinkles with wind chimes. We eat. We lie in the sun. I snap off hanging vines and use my newfound knowledge from training to practice knots and weave nets. Peeta sketches me. We make up a game with the force field that surrounds the roof—one of us throws an apple into it and the other person has to catch it.
No one bothers us. By late afternoon, I lie with my head on Peeta’s lap, making a crown of flowers while he fiddles with my hair, claiming he’s practicing his knots. After a while, his hands go still. “What?” I ask.
“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it forever,” he says.
Usually this sort of comment, the kind that hints of his undying love for me, makes me feel guilty and awful. But I feel so warm and relaxed and beyond worrying about a future I’ll never have, I just let the word slip out. “Okay.”
I can hear the smile in his voice. “Then you’ll allow it?”
“I’ll allow it,” I say.
His fingers go back to my hair and I doze off, but he rouses me to see the sunset. It’s a spectacular yellow and orange blaze behind the skyline of the Capitol. “I didn’t think you’d want to miss it,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say. Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them. / CF, ch.17

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I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure*

I just want to hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time*

*Aerosmith - I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing is official anthem of the rooftop scene, come on. It’s just PERFECT. I consider this song as a soundtrack for this moment. Right?!

P.S. Once again, what do you know about dream job? This illustration is a commission!! I mean, a person (wonderful, amazing person!) payed me for drawing this! For drawing one of the most beautiful moments from my favorite book! Dear @thehellcaster thank you again. I wanted to draw this moment for ages but considering level of detail I just couldn’t afford to spend so much time on one illustration (it would take me like a month to complete I think, since I don’t really have time for personal projects now). So it is a real luck to have an opportunity to draw this moment properly as a part of my work. Thank you! And hope you like the results ☺️.

The Hunger Games Review

The Hunger Games has been a classic dystopian novel regarding the social standards of first-world countries and totalitarian dictatorship since the early 2000s, specifically 2008 when the first of the trilogy originally debuted. Everyone has heard of the block-buster films starring Academy Award winner and American sweetheart, Jennifer Lawrence; but while the films are deemed some of the greatest book-to-screen adaptations of the 21st century, there is something unforgettably special about the novels themselves.

With an unwavering, unforgiving, and unforgettable heroine, The Hunger Games is filled with the perfect amount of rage, love, and desperation. Katniss Everdeen is a character who will put everything on the line for those she loves- including her own life. In a world where children are punished for the rebellions of the past, Katniss Everdeen must make a choice between saving her sister or herself. When her twelve year old sister is chosen to fight to the death against 23 other teenagers, Katniss must risk it all to win the Hunger Games and come home to her fractured family.

Told from the point of view of our protagonist, The Hunger Games takes you on a journey through life, love, and untimely death. This book is beautifully paced and nearly impossible to put down. With a witty and strong character guiding you through her broken world, it allows you to look at what the possible consequences of our time could be. Seeing the parallels of your own life through the eyes of a 16 year old who has to fight tooth and nail to survive makes you take a step back and assess who you are and what you have.

While you see how a hero and survivor is made, you also are shown the trials and tribulations true love must go through. Despite its original message, The Hunger Games is always remembered as a love story; which, I guess, it is, but not in the ways you might think. The real love story is between Katniss and her sister. Primrose Everdeen was always the person Katniss was willing to give her all for- willing to die for. While the love triangle is entertaining and beautiful, the truest form of love in this book comes from family and sisterhood.

The Hunger Games will always be the greatest book– greatest series– I’ve ever read. The character developments, the love story, the twisted tales… Everything is executed in such an interesting and exciting fashion. This story keeps you on the edge of your seat, biting your nails, hoping and praying it will work out alright. Suzanne Collins’ novel is timeless, incredible, and always worth the read.

10 years of The Hunger Games <3