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to know how it ends

and still begin to sing it again

as if it might turn out this time.

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Friedrich Wilhelm Hirt (German, 1721-1772) - Sleeping cat

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tfw "popular" fanon becomes so embedded in a fandom & discussions within fandom spaces that people just start treating it as the default and all interactions with others are coloured by this interpretation. have you considered that I actually don't subscribe to this take, which is nowhere in the source material? wait nvm, clearly not.

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silly everlark snowy doodle

in my head this happened during catching fire, between the victory tour and the quell; there are so many unwritten sweet everlark moments i KNOW exist in that time…

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"I won’t! You know I won’t! Katniss, remember I—” he says, and they yank us apart and slam the door, and I’ll never know what it was he wanted me to remember."

Here's what Gale wanted Katniss to remember: that he promised to take care of her mother and sister.

Foreshadowing, I know.

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New headcanon that the weird smells coming from “Bluebeard’s Chamber” in The Blue Castle is just Barney making criminal quantities of hard-boiled eggs. Gotta have your easy protein when you’re on a deadline!

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BOYCOTT YOUTUBE FROM TOMORROW ONWARDS!! IT DOESNT END UNTIL THEY GET RID OF THE NEW POLICIES!! IN A WORLD WHERE WE ARE TOO COMFORTABLE, GET UP AND DO YOUR PART!!!! WE DONT NEED YOUTUBE, THEY NEED US. LETS PUT OUR COLLECTIVE FOOT DOWN

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“I thought I was something of an expert on hunger. But this was of an entirely different kind” reading his line for the first time at 4:37 in the morning sent me into shock.. KATNISS YOU WANT THAT COOKIE SO EFFEING BAD

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non practicing girlfriend but i still observe certain traditions such as loving you

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but you see the thing is burdock and asterid are the og star-crossed lovers and katniss and peeta broke the cycle

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"unsubscribe" is not enough. i need a button that says "if you email me one more time i will track you down and kill you with a hammer."

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Chapter 20 of Haymitch's Return is up!

Haymitch really can't catch a break.

I've really been enjoying the comments lately <3 Please don't be shy and let me know if you're still reading! It helps keep me motivated, and I adore every single comment I've ever received.

My head feels thick, stuffed full of dense cotton. I rise on shaking legs and stagger inside, slipping through the agonizingly creaky doors and traveling up in the humming elevator. When the doors part, I walk past the living room, where Effie sits on a burnt orange sofa watching a news anchor recap the parade, and force my way through the threshold of the kitchen. The smell of food assaults me, but I feel no hunger, rather, repulsion, the same feeling I get when I’ve taken to an extra bottle instead of an extra serving. My fingers brush the handle of the refrigerator then jerk back from the surface. I am not burned— there was no heat — and yet, I have never touched anything more scalding. It falls limply to my side, knocking a small glass statue of a poodle off of the counter.  “Goodness, is everything okay?” Effie calls from the living room. I don’t respond, which sends her teetering over to witness the mess I’ve become. “I heard a crash.” When she sees me in front of the fridge, her lips thin with concern. “Oh, the poodle. It was very out of style.”  I stand frozen in front of the fridge, staring at the latched door.  “Are you looking for dinner? We were just about to sit as a group. Jett and Cordelia have gone to clean themselves off before we eat. It seems you could use some help sobering up.” I shove my bottom lip under my teeth to keep it from trembling. “Water?” I rasp. “Oh, yes, that will help too. Right here.” She yanks the fridge open like it hadn’t just incinerated any hope I had at survival and fishes a bottle free from the bottom shelf. “Here you are.” She holds it out to me like a microphone waiting for an answer.  I wrap my rigid fingers around the bottle and force myself to down a few chilled sips. It thaws the residue of vomit off my teeth and sends it all down my throat. I keep drinking until it hurts.  “Looking more alive already!” she chimes. “I remember being here a year ago. You have changed so much. Somewhere deep down, I know you have those same qualities. I hope you can find them for the sake of your status,” she says. I glare at her from the side of my eye. There is no deep down. Deep down's the same as high up. Just a puppet trying to cut his own strings, but the handler’s dead set on making me dance. Dance, Haymitch, dance. I slip past her without a word to put distance between myself and the kitchen, too weak to hold any semblance of a conversation. Pressing further on down the hall, I let myself into one of the bedrooms designated for the mentors. It’s just me, but I still choose the smaller one. Less room for visitors. 

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In theory, maybe I get the “we’re all just playing with barbies, they’re fictional characters, no interpretation is incorrect because it’s an interpretation” argument. But actually no, not all takes are equally valid. Framing something as an interpretation doesn’t mean it inherently has merit. Some takes are completely incorrect and betray a fundamental misunderstanding of the source material. They just aren’t a reason to harass people or send death threats

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Oh it totally does! 🧡💛💚

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