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My idea of peace is laying in bed with you with my leg thrown over yours. You kiss the top of my head every now and again. We are safe.

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just thinking about how Katniss associates dandelions with rebirth and hope and the feelings of things being good again when most people today view dandelions as intrusive and invasive weeds. something to be tamed. thinking about how Katniss initially felt like Peeta was her metaphorical weed - intruding on her life at home, her feelings for him needing to be tamed. but in the end, like a dandelion blooming in spring, her feelings for him were also inevitable.

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some quick lil screencap redraws

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old sketch from january

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school au again

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Met an old teacher today and we got talking about ‘the good old times’ and ten minutes into the conversation I jokingly said the one regret I have from middle school is that I never won anything at her magnificent tombolas? Because, like, she used to hold this game about once a month so we’d learn the numbers in French and it was never big prizes, but as a 12-yo I desperately craved them - a cactus-shaped eraser, a bright blue notebook with slightly larger-than-usual squares, a set of coloured pens - and never ever got a single one of them. 

(Actually spent a good few months thinking I was genetically unlucky and researching ancient family curses with my grandma.) 

So today I don’t know what I was hoping for - nothing, really?

(I mean, that part of me that’s still twelve was probably expecting this sweet old woman to have a set of glitter stickers in her purse and just go ‘You know what, you’re right - I’ve been saving this one for you all these years, here you go’ but I’m a solidly rational person and I know that’s stupid.)

No, I thought we’d just laugh and it would be a good shared memory and that would be it. Instead, my teacher got flustered and a bit embarrassed and explained the game was rigged. It was never about learning French at all. She’d just noticed some kids couldn’t afford even basic stationery, so she’d buy a few half-fancy items every month with her own money just for them. She didn’t want them to feel different or left out. And obviously the way she used to walk around in the classroom, looking over our shoulders - it wasn’t to prevent cheating. It was because she was cheating herself, wanting to see which number a particular child needed to get a Minnie Mouse pencil case.

Guys - the world is fucked up, but so many people out there are just good and kind and humbly heroic it honestly gives me hope. 

It’ll be alright, you’ll see.

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Thinking about how Katniss's relationship with her mother gets better as her romance with Peeta progresses. How she is basically saying "I know what it is to love now. I understand the pain you went through when Dad died. I'm sorry"

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"Do I deserve this?" "Am I worthy of this?"

So irrelevant. Do you want it?

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“I’m having his baby! No I’m not, but you should see your faces!”

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my version of the roman empire

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glenn dean, landscapes of the west / user @petrichara

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no no no you don’t get it it’s not the angsty teenage romance that gets me it’s the love story between two people who very obviously are bound together by a fate as old as the songs of the hills they were born in and who want to be each other’s heart-shelter so much it’s embarrassing … the dystopian backdrop is incidental

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Prompt:

The Mentalist AU (Peeta!PatrickJane and Katniss!TeresaLisbon)

#PLEASE #IT WOULD BE THE END OF ME #SOMEONE DO IT #I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER

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— Mary Oliver, from The Gardener (via lunamonchtuna)