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DUNE: PART ONE (2021) dir. Denis Villeneuve

songbird, mockingjay and dove

the mutt (peeta's games #3) by igsygrace on ao3 // catching fire (2013) // visions of gideon by sufjan stevens

chelsea / hoax / peace + everlark

Could you pretty please draw Padme? Hope you have a wonderful new year!!

Happy new year to you too Anon! Here is Padme :D

ONE YEAR AGO 💕

higher, further, faster, baby ! 

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it’s not just katniss who’s descended from the covey—prim is, too. when effie sends katniss a list of possible “talents” she could have as a victor, katniss fails at cooking, flower arranging, and flute playing…“but prim has a knack for all three.”

because katniss is set on understating her similarities to her mother, she emphasizes prim’s shared qualities with asterid while positioning herself as the reflection of her father. in doing so, katniss makes it easy to forget that her voice is not the only place burdock everdeen lives on—he’s there behind prim’s blonde hair and blue eyes just as much.

the loss of their covey connection is a loss of culture for both everdeen girls. but they never truly lost their musical talent, not even with the loss of burdock and the music he brought to their home. because katniss knew her mother had returned to them the day asterid started to sing.

in a free world, a world where haymitch had been the symbol of a successful revolution, a world where the covey had been allowed to live on, katniss and prim both would have had a place in the community, the family that theirs had been forced to abandon. katniss armed with her voice and prim with her flute, clad in dresses of forest green and baby blue, they’d begin:

“nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping…”