“Well, There’s No Proof That Will Happen. You Can’t Count On Things Happening Tomorrow Just Because

haymitch says himself katniss is like him, but luckier.

katniss realized the berries were nightlock before peeta ate them.

Something that’s so important to me not only in sotr but all of thg is just the importance of art. How songs and poetry carry decades of fighting for freedom despite time’s erasure.

The artists behind them may have faded a hundred years ago, what they left behind still remains and inspire people they will never meet.

Art not only creates a bond through time but it conveys the voices of thousands of silenced that carried them to the present. It’s the only way of expression left for the oppressed, the only way to leave a mark.

The pin of Maysilee. The clothes of Cinna. The paintings of Peeta. The music of the Covey.

And it’s why the capitol wants to repress it so much. Because creating is power. And if the songs Lucy Gray wrote may go unnoticed for many, they will not be forgotten and they will come back stronger. Art is memory. Art is rebellion. Art is political. Art is freedom

actually very lucky that ronan fell in love once and never again because can you imagine the chaos he would’ve caused in any local gay community with even the briefest of situationships

iconic things suzanne collins did in sunrise on the reaping:

had haymitch declare himself an lgbt+ ally

confirmed snow is still habitually crashing out over lucy gray 40 years later

made me cry over the regina george of district 12

Thinking about Maysilee Donner. A girl who refused to let the Capitol dehumanize her. A girl who wanted to die with dignity, without begging for her life, because that mattered to her. Who set up a place setting with napkins and forks in the middle of the arena because she is a human being. Who loved jewelry and fashion and believed that her appearance sends a message about who she is, and who wanted that message to be respectable, dignified, worth something.

Thinking about Maysilee Donner who was unafraid to slap the woman who pulled her name in the reaping and who threw clever insults towards anyone who provoked her, no matter who they were. Maysilee Donner who believed human dignity is inherent but respect is earned and who refused to give respect to those who did not deserve it.

Maysilee Donner whose father threw money at the reaping stage as if that could save her, and the money floated to the ground just like the confetti, meaningless paper that signified nothing when placed against the power of the Capitol. Whose privilege could not save her. Who recognized that reality and faced it with more fortitude than any person should ever have to display. Maysilee Donner.

ok but now i need a shortstory about katniss's parents. i need short stories about other districts, because it's so interesting what life is like there, especially career districts. what is it like to spend your whole childhood training to kill other children? how do career winners feel like? i want to know EVERYTHING

ok i was looking through my reference pins and though of what's obvious

the reference in question:

W.I.T.C.H. by koburashiwa

The raven's cycling.

I... I have no explanation for this. I have a train to catch in a few hours, and that's where my mind goes apparently.

The gangsey is funny af honestly, I could do hundreds of those.

It was April 24th, St. Mark’s Eve. ✨

Happy TRC Day to those who celebrate!