Tobias told me to figure out what this simulation means. He was right; it isn’t about the birds. It’s about control. Wings flap next to my ear, and the crow’s talon s dig into my shoulder. This time, I do not hit the bird as hard as I can. I crouch, listening to the thunder of wings behind me, and run my hand through the grass, just above the ground. What combats powerlessness? Power.

dreamberks:

When you log in and your dash has untagged spoilers

"Gale mimics Effie Trinket, "I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!" He plucks a few blackberries from the bushes around us. "And may the odds -" he tosses a berry in a high arc toward me and I catch it in my mouth. "- be ever in your favor!" I finish with equal verve."

Whatever game you think you’re playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

cupcakebowties:

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droqo:

"Kings" + Final Words

Tris… If we’re afraid to be ourselves, then who are we? Where else is there left to hide? But if we could conquer that fear, we just might be stronger. Powerful. We just might be unstoppable.

Sexual Tension 

❝ It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart. ❞

 I suppose in the end… they break my heart.