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> game you wishlisted is on sale!

> wow, 30% off!

I'm given to understand that dryers are normalised there because in many areas it's considered at minimum rude, if not straightup forbidden (HOAs baffle me), to line dry clothes outside. I do not know why. Americans just hate to see drying laundry I guess?

Ooh! Either Mags Flanagan or Annie Cresta

Saw this early in my time in the fandom and it really shaped my opinion of Odesta Also seems like a genderswap of Everlark, Annie got the guy everybody thinks is amazing

"No, it was perfectly logical for me to jump out of the shuttle at that time. I had a breathing apparatus, and I was certain I could seal the subspace rift by hand before the Romulans opened fire. This was the only solution that would result in zero casualties. I might have died, but giving up is illogical."

She's known as one of the most fearless members of the crew.

I mean, human experimentation perfectly tracks with the theming and story thus far but... whoof

I guess this is the final nail in the "comunist space utopia" coffin. Not that it really needed any more nails

There were bad days, those where the memory of what was lost in the fire ached, and living was no less difficult. Katniss was an expert in pain.

But, as time passed, the good days became more frequent, warm, and kind. Katniss wanted to be an expert in peace someday.

The afternoons at the lake, deep within District 12, promised a reality whose constant was the natural order of things. The mockingjays sang, the breeze stirred the treetops, and the forest was a living orchestra of wandering animals.

For Katniss, being with Peeta in that place felt as if an invisible hand had dropped the pieces into perfect positions. Watching him paint in the shade of a tree was part of the landscape. His laugh, when he joked freely with her, was native of the forest's symphony. And his blue eyes were like brothers of the sky.

She had him right where she wanted him. By her side, happy, and safe.

And when, at the end of the afternoon under the orange light, Peeta placed a delicate flower behind her ear, Katniss's heart didn't shatter at the tenderness, but beat steadily, strongly, and alive.

Katniss wasn't afraid of not being able to freeze that moment. Nor was she afraid of the bright, hazy memories. Perhaps, only in that instant, the possibility of losing him cruelly was impossible.

Because the future was kinder, and Peeta was by her side, and the flowers could adorn her hair.

Hope. Her heart was full of hope.

There was so much that Peeta had given her, and she wanted to love him with every single thing she had too.

Of course, it was natural to think that they would take their last breath someday, but it was also real that they would always exist in every sunset that someone far away saw in the sky.

This is a small watercolor painting I did earlier this week and i wrote the text (idk if this is like a prompt or how would you call it) last night.

Analyzing: Cute —>

Cute = [Human Infant] —>

Evolutionary Pressure = Prepare [Human Infant] to Survive —>

Evolution as a Social Species = Communication Essential to Survival

Conclusion: Teach [Human Infant] to Communicate via Speech —>

Production: Enunciated Vocal Sounds and Exaggerated Vowels to Encourage Speech in [Human Infant] —>

when i was younger and read the original trilogy for the first time i was so bothered how it was 74 years of games, i remember thinking how could it have gone on so long without anyone doing anything

these prequels highlight that people have been fighting from the get-go: lucy gray's defiance, reaper ripping down panem's flags to cover the fallen tributes, haymitch's games and how many others shared his ideologies - the capitol just drowns them out, they rewrite their stories so their efforts are forgotten