Talk to your mutuals. Make friends with your mutuals. Be published in the same academic journal as your mutuals. Still only think of your mutuals by their username and nothing that even slightly resembles their real name.
GUYS. when i say i love haymitch i do not mean the black-out drunk, ‘violent’ haymitch abernathy i quite literally mean the one that advocated against his tribute becoming a sex symbol/stopping the capitol from physically altering her body, the one that made hefty sacrifices for both his tributes at times, the one that sleeps with a knife and the lights on out of safety, the one haunted by his past with little sparks of hope left inside of the rubble of his current self. the one that did so much and was pretty much glossed over despite how much was revealed about him. the seam boy with a fire that never was put out, but dimmed as he grew. the one that outlived 47 tributes and manipulated the arena with his intelligence that is so HEAVILY slept on. THAT, is my haymitch. not the one that fell off the stage, or puked on the rug, or anything that would turn him into some sort of joke because he’s not. to me he’s a little like the hidden meaning of an art piece, symbolic and aching like the painter who put their feelings on canvas.
