MOC who should have been considered for the role of Gale Hawthorne in The Hunger Games (matches up with this graphic by leovaldezs)

Anas El Baz, Rudy Youngblood, Alex Meraz, Boo Boo Stewart, Suraj Sharma, Avan Jogia, Vinay Shrestha, Ricardo Abarca

mellonball:

i don’t want love

alex meraz & naya rivera as gale hawthrone and johanna mason

“Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-Fifth Hunger Games when he was fourteen, he’s still one of the youngest victors. Being from District Four, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favor, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-colored hair and those incredible eyes.”

Julien Kang, Riccardo Scamarcio, Jesse Williams, Tyler Posey, William Marcin, Gael Garcia-Bernal, Vatsal Sheth, Alex Meraz, Michael Copon, Benjamin Charles Watson, Rami Malek, Firass Dirani

Casting Johanna Mason

“Johanna is described as having wide-set brown eyes and spiky brown/black hair. In Mockingjay, she returns from the Capitol with a shaved head after being tortured by them but eventually grows pieces of her hair back. She is also very muscular.” (x)

For your consideration: Ruth Negga, Katerina Graham, Amrita Acharia, Malese Jow, Gugu Mbatha Raw, Janina Gavankar, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Naya Rivera, Zoe Kravitz, Dichen Lachman, Mekia Cox, Nieko Mann

the boy with the snares & the girl on fire

My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand, in a way that will make them braver.

Q’Orianka Kilcher as Katniss

There may be a dead, mangled corpse laying at her feet, but she had won. She was a victor. She had hacked the last breath out of the final tribute, a girl from District 2 with blonde hair and dark, grey eyes who was deadly with a bow. Johanna looked down at the girl’s body, spread out in front of her in severed pieces. The axe she had been gripping slipped from her hands, landing with a thud on the blood stained grass beside the mutilated girl.

She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. To kill. During her weeks of hiding in trees and silently avoiding the other tributes who had easily forgotten about her, she’d had plenty of time to think. About what she was capable of. What it would feel like to swing that axe and hit something other than the trunk of a tree. 

But it’d been easy, like chopping at rotted wood that crumbled when it met the blade. It hadn’t been hard to lodge the axe into the head of the boy from ten, to stare into his eyes while he gasped and spat blood onto his chin. She’d always remember those amber gold eyes, the way that the blonde girl’s braid had swung against her neck when she fell. It had only been a few minutes, but she had killed four tributes, each bigger than herself, with one axe. Her entire body was fire. 

And now the flames were starting to fade out. She looked up at the cheerily blue sky, waiting to be crowned the victor. To be told that she could finally, finally go home. 

The trumpets blared. Johanna saw the cabin back home, a woman holding a man’s calloused, overworked fingers and holding her breath.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the winner of the Sixty-seventh Hunger Games - Johanna Mason!”