The first time I saw Harry was on the field during the Games. Everybody had set off running towards the woods, away from the Cornucopia, when the game makers started releasing the mutts, but not Harry. He was running in completely the opposite direction. I passed him as he ran right towards the very monsters everybody else was running from and I was thinking to myself, “This guy is going to get himself killed.” That was before he whipped out a tree branch, muttered what seemed to me as utter nonsense at the time and blew them all away. That’s the day I realized that magic existed. Even in this hopeless hellhole world of mine. (A HP/THG Crossover AU)

The first time I saw Harry was on the field during the Games. Everybody had set off running towards the woods, away from the Cornucopia, when the game makers started releasing the mutts, but not Harry. He was running in completely the opposite direction. I passed him as he ran right towards the very monsters everybody else was running from and I was thinking to myself, “This guy is going to get himself killed.” That was before he whipped out a tree branch, muttered what seemed to me as utter nonsense at the time and blew them all away. That’s the day I realized that magic existed. Even in this hopeless hellhole world of mine. (A HP/THG Crossover AU)



Just finished mockingjay.

Jesus, Suzanne Collins, why don’t you just personally come to my dorm room right now in the dead of night and rip out my teased and abused heart? Because I’m not even sure that would match up to the pain you just caused me.

I’ve already decided I have a love/hate relationship with this book. Definitely my least favorite out of the series, but I guess that’s to be expected because while the ending was definitely realistic and completely understandable, a very real part of me hates it for being so goddamn depressing. I mean, yeah, Peeta and Katniss end up together, but Jesus, it took a whole lot to fucking get there. I mean, the whole ending with Gale, and then of course Finnick. And don’t even get me started on Prim. 

I don’t think I can even properly convey how I feel about the finale. Nothing is coming out right and I’m pretty sure I’ve hit the backspace button like 20584 times but it’s 2 am and I just soared through this series in an inane number of hours and emotionally drained isn’t even the proper phrase anymore. 

So, hats off, Collins, but seriously, I’m most likely going to mope around campus for the next few days. And Goddamn me being in Italy when the movie comes out. 

SIDE NOTE: If anyone wants to point me in the direction of some good fanfics, therapy clinic, or general understanding, please feel free. And by feel free I mean please do it so I can retain some sanity. 

Also, can Peeta be real so I can just steal him away for myself?

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