Hi! Clayton here. -P!nk/Britney Spears/ The Hunger Games/ Harry Potter/ Disney and all things related/ Josh Hutcherson/Jennifer Lawrence/ Pokemon/ Nostalgic cartoons/ whatever I feel like really. I genuinely love meeting new people. Don't be shy, lets be friends! (District 12)
Peeta POV: the night in the train after the reaping for the Quarter Quell
Haymitch and Effie have already gone, but Katniss remains here. When I can no longer bear the silence that consumes this compartment, I suggest that she should get some sleep. She needs to. And, to be honest, I need a moment of solitude. I need to be alone with my thoughts. I need to remind myself of why I must be strong. She goes away.
After a while I hear some screams in the distance. Katniss. My first urge is to go and comfort her, as I used to do many months ago, but I can’t. I force myself to stay. I need to keep my focus.
Only a few minutes have passed when Katniss’s footsteps echo in the quiet of the night. I can’t ignore the hint of vulnerability in her voice. I know that asking her about her torments is useless, so I offer her my embrace. And she welcomes it.
How much time has passed since the last time this happened? Apparently long enough for Katniss to wrap her arms around my neck as if she were afraid of losing something very dear to her.
Can I allow myself to think like this or am I assuming too much? I don’t know, but right now I prefer to lose myself in this moment. I need to. Right now it’s not the strict and demanding trainer, but just Peeta, angry at the injustice of this world and trying desperately to hold on to hope. And I hold on tightly. I can’t let her go.
She will lose me soon, but not right now. Not right now.
But it’s Peeta I’m thinking about. I spot him now, still stranded on his metal plate
CATCHING FIRE NEWS I NEED YOU NOW
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My eyes catch on a funny, rippling square hanging like a warped pane of glass in the air. At first I think it’s the glare from the sun or the heat shimmering up off the ground. But it’s fixed in space, not shifting when I move. And that’s when I connect the square with Wiress and Beetee in the Training Center and realize what lies before us. My warning cry is just reaching my lips when Peeta’s knife swings out to slash away some vines.
tbh, this reminds me of him being abducted by the capitol, not the forcefield
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Peeta turns to us, panting from his work on the tree. The tone of my request is so odd that it’s alerted him to some irregularity. “Okay,” he says casually. He begins to move through the jungle, and although I know he’s trying hard to be quiet, this has never been his strong suit, even when he had two sound legs. But it’s all right, he’s moving, the monkeys are holding their positions. He’s just five yards from the beach when he senses them. His eyes only dart up for a second, but it’s as if he’s triggered a bomb. The monkeys explode into a shrieking mass of orange fur and converge on him.
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
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not everything with josh HAS to be the hunger games…. :/Peeta in the Quarter Quell
omg haaha
really? I KNOW THAT. It was just funny that these pics matched. I have been a fan since Zathura, so obviously I know that. Josh IS Peeta, but Peeta ISNT Josh. Loosen your corset and just enjoy it. The rest of his fans seem to be. 
“Peeta!” I scream. I shake him harder, even resort to slapping his face, but it’s no use. His heart has failed. I am slapping emptiness. “Peeta!”
[…]
“Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck.
His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine. “Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” - Catching Fire, Chapter 20
thisissoperfectomg
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Prayer circle that Francis Lawrence includes Finnick and Peeta’s mouth to mouth scene
As long as it shows Katniss losing her ish when his heart stops, i dont care
