Basic masonism.

Every single god damn character in the hunger games.

Hide yo wife, hide yo kids. They drawin everybody out there. 

Man, this crap is just like the table of genders. I keep adding and adding stuff to it and it still isn't right!

Soft kitty.

Gale keeps on screwing it.

  Just give up already, little fawn.

  I just had to make the easy joke, even though I haven't used any of those social chickie sites once.

Butterfly effect.

   Butterfly effect, apart from something everyone talks about when wanting to look cult, is a damn wicked curse in every single story plot. I mean, look at these until dawn (we love u rami) or life is strange (who cares bout that blue-headed bitchie) or life is strange two (marry me finn) honeybees, all dyin' around like stupid because you flipped yourself the wrong way while sleeping. Look at my hunger games, boy! Imagine, say, Haymitch hadn't upset Effie messing with her hair on the reaping, and thus she would've been in the mood to play with the boys' urn as she did the girls'. She would've stirred the slips and my good old Malarkey would've returned home that very afternoon, safe and sound. And what's the plot without him around? Katniss climbing trees and dying after Cato finally realises they can just burn the wasp tree down? Crappy. No love story. No rebellion. No Johanna. And all because Haymitch was not drunk enough to displace Effie's headset. See? Butterfly.

The Unnamable.

 Well, there's a good load of divine content for you, sweetie. I know, I know, it's intense. But I came with some stuff to lighten the hit. There you have the soft munchies.

Johinnick n stuff.

  Seriously, this ship is sickly adorable.

It's Mags time.

  You had any idea this was up? I've been hyping all summer, you know. And got some months to go yet... Still can't believe it's all about Mags. I mean... Mags? "The ballad of songbirds and snakes", I think it's called. And may you say it's not confirmed it's about Mags, but you just need to do the math to realize she was sixteen when the prequel took place. Sixteen. The wicked age of the reaping (boy, every victor was damn sixteen when they won, except for little Finnick).  I have reasons to believe it's all about her, and it's not what I would've expected. But I'm not gonna complain, since it will probably contain Finnick and Annie and Mason and Mason... and, well, most importantly, it will probably bring hunger games back to life! And I won't be alone anymore! And people will read my blog! No, maybe I've stepped over the line a little.

You realized that?

  Did you notice that, m'babbie? It certainly took me a while to figure out. Great Goddess Johanna was named after one of the Collins' edition dudes! Jeez, I just have to meet that guy someday... he better be at least an eighth part as great as the Queen to deserve her name! That's what you get for reading the acknowledgements, apart from the satisfaction to know that Katniss only had Peeta's babbies because the Collins has got two kids of her own. Phew, for a moment I got to think that bow hoe actually ended up loving m'boii...

I'm reading Mockingjay.

If you hadn't noticed.

Poor Gale.

Well, not actually poor at all. I mean, he's been a jerk, but not so much of a jerk to deserve this. Or has he? However, someone had to be the simpathetic guy who gets fiercely bullied by his friends. Like some sort of Rajesh Koothrappali, but without the black jokes.

Dead memes.

These memes are absolutely perished, six-feet-underground. I mean, they're hunger games memes with dead formats like the Tide pod one. But since I'm partly dead too, I don't really care about it.

More comics 'cause I forgot.

Dude, I drew so much that I don't even remember what I drew. Better pile this black notebook soon.

Comic feast.

You wanted comics? Have 'em!

You never asked for comics because no one ever reads this blog or even likes hunger games anymore? Have 'em anyway!

Hello mister postman, bring me a post... er.

It took me a day to draw this crap. I miss being able to be asked what I've done in a day and answer I've drawn one picture. It reeks like excessive free time and poor time management. I love it. 

Verbose.

¡Últimos días de verano! ¡Pasotismo absoluto respecto a todo lo que me rodea! ¡Hojas de cuadritos! ¡Lengua natal en la que no dependo del traductor de Google para articular una frase! La respuesta abismalmente obvia a esta combinación es esta maravilla:

Coincidence?

   Well, the hunger games trilogy is house of love triangles, isn't it? Everyone knows about the main one—Katniss, Peeta and Gale—, but there are actually more of them spread over the books. Little ones that no one notices, but that we the masonians take care of examining.
   I've come to realize that, despite being completely different characters, Johanna and Clove Kentwell—the girl tribute from District 2 on the 74ᵗʰ hunger games—share the exact same love triangle (or not. We might have made up some of the triangles, but they seem pretty accurate to us).
   They both love one boy (Finnick and Cato, respectively) that utterly friendzones them to be with another girl (Annie and Glimmer, though Cato actually being in a relationship with Glimmer is not true. She's just a cunt, and Cato loves da legs). They both use another boy to drown their pities (Gale and Marvel). Not loving them, but basically using them as a snot rag. Oh, and they're both flat-chested. It has nothing to do with the triangles, but it's another detail that bonds them together.
   By the way, the fact that they have practically the same face in the comic is not one of their similarities. I'm just a drawer with the same-face syndrome.

Johinnick bit.

Here we have two possible situations:
  —Someone (most likely to be Chaff) made a really bad joke...
  —Someone (most likely to be a capitol escort of one of the tributes) tried to hit on Finnick...
...and Johanna is about to slaughter them, while Finnick holds a chuckle.

And yeah, the marker got a little dry up the corner.

Da gang.

From left to right: 

38-year-old Katniss Everdeen holding her seven-month-old baby Rye. Her sixty-three and old as HECK mother (still unnamed) staring at them from behind the couch. Peeta Mellark (same age as his wife/just girlfriend/whatever) holding his daughter, five-year-old Willow, and smirking at a 40-year-old Gale Hawthorne (dang!), who's going through an existential crisis while he keeps a (hold your ballsack) 42-YEAR-OLD Johanna Mason from biting a 44-year-old Annie Cresta's face off. Behind the couch, a very surgeried Effie Trinket, somewhere between 50 and 60 years old, and a 63-year-old Haymitch Abernathy who doesn't give an exact damn about anything anymore and has become an integral sugar daddy. He's scratching Johanna's hair like he still has a chance after she winked at him in that elevator twenty-one years ago. Anyway, playing cards down the coach are a 20-year-old Amorphus Odair and a 19-year-old Finnick Junior Hawthorne. Obviously, the winner is Finnick Junior, since he teached Amorphus how to play wrong on purpose so he always gets his lunch money. Someone's taking mama's genes.

Motherhood.

Why am I obsessed with this subject?