THG FIC: 69 (Killer Heels and Homebrew, The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of) (A/B)

May 30, 2014 22:43


Summary: If he didn't leave her alone right the hell now, Johanna was going to puke all over Finnick Odair's ugly suit. What's a girl gotta do to have a minor panic attack in peace around here, anyhow?

Disclaimer: The Hunger Games is the badass, twisted brainchild of Suzanne Collins. Make sure to leave a dollar on her bed stand altar on your way ( Read more... )

fanfic: the hunger games

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sabaceanbabe June 2 2014, 13:49:21 UTC
I frakking ADORE this fic. Anything that can make me laugh and cry at the same time and for different reasons is awesome, in my book. Your characterization of Johanna is perfect and priceless. I love your Finnick, too, with his steadying presence and his chameleon-like ability to become someone else at the drop of a hat. (I've always thought he was truly the greatest actor of his age that no one would ever know about.) This fic is painful and beautiful and I so hope you write more.

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thatgirlsix June 5 2014, 01:41:52 UTC
I'm working on it, my love. Slowly but surely.

Thank you so much. Seriously, I mean, you know how nervous I've been. Your opinion means the world.

Yep, Finnick could so out-Oscar Meryl Streep if given the chance. I do adore his ability. It almost makes me sad, when it comes to Katniss's POV in the books, that she doesn't quite understand that. Everything is taken at deceptive value, so she never gets to truly see how magnificent his abilities are, which means we don't either. But then, that means we have more to play with, so I can't complain too much. Heh.

It's about to storm here, and Cal is looking for Mommy cuddles. My poor boy. And the Tooth Fairy needs to make an appearance, too. Busy, busy night ahead.

*hugs you, just because I can*

Thank you, my sunshine. You made my night!

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