
“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?”
“No.” A long time passes before he adds,”She crept up on me.” (x)

“Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?”
“No.” A long time passes before he adds,”She crept up on me.” (x)
“President Snow used to…sell me…my body, that is,” Finnick begins in a flat, removed tone.
“I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it. I wasn’t the only one, but I was the most popular. And perhaps the most defenceless, because the people I loved were so defenceless. To make themselves feel better, my patrons would make presents of money or jewellery, but I found a much more valuable form of payment. Secrets.
And this is where you’re going to want to stay tuned, President Snow, because so very many of them were about you. But let’s begin with some of the others. And now, on to our good President Coriolanus Snow. Such a young man when he rose to power. Such a clever one to keep it. How, you must ask yourself, did he do it? One word. That’s all you really need to know. Poison.

It’s been awhile since I read this book, this is pretty much all I remember. I sure am excited to see Finnick and Joanna in the next movie though.

casting for finnick. let’s be real though, we all know garrett hedlund is finnick
Lets just keep them all

OMG where?! :O

Wheee I learned how to convert photographs into sketch images specifically so I could be lazy as all hell with backgrounds!
Anyways, since they haven’t finished casting/released the casting info for Catching Fire yet, I decided to sketch out how I picture Finnick Odair before I was force-fed an actor’s image. ENJOY, PRETTIES
[…] 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.
HEY. Hey, wheres the mouth to mouth action? That’s the best part.

This seriously just made my day