mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou:
reminder that Peeta is going to volunteer at the reaping in catching fire
“Finnick!” Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman—dark tangled hair, sea green eyes—runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. “Finnick!” And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other (…)
No one seeing them could doubt their love.”
We all have that one cousin we want to fuck.
no we dont
oh my god
