Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta - aka tragic cuties.


"I’m sorry you had to cancel your wedding. I know how devastating that must be for you.”


Sep 30th | 687 notes | Reblog

"Then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?”


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"He’s…he’s having concentration problems," I answer. I don’t want to say he had a complete mental meltdown.

         ”Concentration problems, eh?” Beetee smiles grimly. “If you knew what Finnick’s been through the last few years, you’d know
         h o w  r e m a r k a b l e   i t   i s   h e ’ s   s t i l l   w i t h   u s   a t   a l l .

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for-the-love-of-odesta:

Annie sitting in her windowsill back home in four whispering to her unborn baby boy about Finnick


Sep 28th | 61 notes | Reblog

Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you… You could’ve made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted.”


Sep 28th | 570 notes | Reblog

cressidass:

And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. 


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My love. You have my heart for all eternity. And if I die in that area…


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"I know that Finnick can’t focus on anything in 13 because he’s trying so hard to see what’s happening in the Capitol to Annie, the mad girl from his district who’s the only person on earth he loves." - (insp.)


Sep 28th | 449 notes | Reblog

Far below, I can just make out Finnick, struggling to hang on as three mutts tear at him. As one yanks back his head to take the death bite, something bizarre happens. It’s as if I’m Finnick, watching images of my life flash by. The mast of a boat, a silver parachute, Mags laughing, a pink sky, Beetee’s trident, Annie in her wedding dress, waves breaking over rocks.Then it’s over.


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