dove colored,

“I think these games are gonna be different.”

this is so foul what the fuck

Song: I Told you Things, by Gracie Abrams

A few of the geese hiss to announce my arrival. Lenore Dove’s was the first face they saw when they hatched, and they don’t love anyone but her. But since I’ve got corn, they’ll tolerate me today. I toss it a ways away to call off her bodyguards and lean in to kiss her. Then I kiss her again. And again. And she kisses me right back. “Happy birthday,” she says when we come up for air. “Didn’t expect to see you until after.” (...) The object that slips into my palm doesn’t register at once. It’s a thin strip of metal, shaped like a C. My fingers naturally grip the curved back as I examine the colorful animals facing off at the opening. The head of a snake hisses at the beak of a long-necked bird. I flatten out my hand and see that their enameled scales and feathers travel around the piece until they merge and become indistinguishable. Two small rings are welded on, one behind each head. For a chain, maybe? “It’s beautiful,” I say. “It’s to wear, right?” “Well, you know I like my pretty with a purpose,” Lenore Dove replies cryptically, making me work it out myself. I turn it over in my hand, then grip the C again, this time covering the animal heads with my fingers. Then I see its purpose. The smooth steel edge isn’t solely decorative. “It’s a flint striker,” I conclude. —Chapter one, Sunrise on the Reaping (2025)

fear flickers across druscilla's face. "and you're headed for a bloody and agonizing death." maysilee gives a bitter laugh. "that’s right. i am. so why should i care what you say? unless i win, of course. but even then, who do you think will be more popular? the victor of the quarter quell . . . or you?" + / an independent & semi-private portrayal of maysilee donner from suzanne collins sunrise on the reaping as loved by bri. twenty1+.

Haymitch and Katniss are emotionally driven rebels with so much to lose, and yet they keep choosing to love, choosing to offer their lives over and over again. Katniss is really himjust luckier.

they are having a bob off

they’re everything

biblically accurate haymitch abernathy

THE HUNGER GAMES REAPINGS

— suzanne collins, sunrise on the reaping

katniss, internally: hm. interesting. strategic. emotionally destabilizing. soft. fluffy. uncalled for.