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But I know every rock & tree and creature has a life, has a story has a name.

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Coriolanus Snow ± the fate of those who loved him

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#

The First Lady and the President of Panem

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@giftober 2024 | day 22: reactions ➛ the ballad of songbirds and snakes (2023)

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snowbaird au where folk singer lucy gray baird has overnight success and is appointed a bodyguard. she doesn’t like him very much at first and thinks he’s too mysterious but after spending countless of hours together she starts to fall for snow. he tries his hardest to remain professional and rejects her advances but eventually gives in to her ❄️

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People aren't so bad. It's what the world does to them. Like what they do in the arena. I think there is a natural goodness born into us all. No, really. You can either cross that line into evil, or not. And it's our life's work to stay on the right side of that line.

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

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coryo knows everything about lucy gray. he’s so sweet 🥰🫣

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i love you， i love you， i love you. we're soulmates， you and i， but that doesn't mean it works. my soul can't bear to be without yours but that doesn't mean it works.

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Open starter! { Peacekeeper x Lucy Gray, Set at a full night in the hob. }

Everything was exactly in Lucy Grays favor, the area of the hob was filled to the brim, people suffocating in each other’s smell and the scent of alcohol making its way into everyone’s lungs. It was a burning feeling that she reveled in, just like the sensation of twirling out into the hob with her guitar slung gracefully in her arms. Her roughed out fingertips tingling to get a head start on the accords. Throat itching and words crawling right down from her heart and rib cage up to her tongue before she even came into the spotlight. She swallowed them down, skirt flying around her like twirled blades of wildflower while she pranced up to the microphone, head held high and practically glowing in the dim light of the hob. Lights flickering every now and then. The brunette wore a hearty grin over her lips that was contagious to everyone who had their eyes focused on her. The knowing of coins shaking in some of the crowds pockets didn’t fail to higher her mood even more, like the sun rising up in the morning. Money and other gifts were getting placed in the public’s hands, something her little cousin would get the job of jumping around and collecting to ensure food would be on their makeshift table the next morning.

Lucy Grays feet stomped to the beat of the coveys harmony, the sound mixing with the other beats of the crowd. The harsh wooden floor getting pushed to its limit with everyone’s moments and pressure. But no one cared about that, not with alcohol seeping into their veins and the only thing that mattered was more lyrics and melodies from the band. The girl sang into the microphone, her voice booming through the room. She wanted her songs to be all consuming, to affect the whole crowds senses so the only thing they could remember about the night was her voice and the tangy lingering taste of whiskey on their tastebuds. Everything was going smoothly, Lucy Grays gaze monitoring over the room while performing until her eyes suddenly stopped scanning. Freezing on a foreign person in the crowd that stood out like a sore thumb. They were sitting near the peacekeeepers corner of the hob and the buzzed hair signaled they where one themselves. Lucy Gray typically avoided interacting with them, as she knew everything she said would get passed to the Mayor if it was anything suspicious. Her relations to the Mayor and 12 in general wherent the… most tightest ones she had.

But this person was rigged in another way, she could feel it staggering her bones. They were barely moving an inch, not merely discussing with their peers next to their side, nor stretching every second to down their small glass. Just starting at the scene, staring at HER. No, INSPECTING her every move. It made her feel exposed, like the peacekeeper was freezing her body but smoldering her soul with every second of their staring contest. She didn’t break eye contact though, she was stubborn and not known for backing down from a challange. The show started to cross its last path . Maude Ivory scooting down with her basket to go and collect gifts Lucy Gray busied herself with collecting the treasures of the people closest to the scene. Announcing a grateful ❝ thank you ❞ for every one of them. Curls bouncing with every move. She sauntered over to the peacekeepers, hands snatching the items laid in their palm before stuffing it in her worn out pockets. She tilted her head up, meeting those same eyes that had been dissecting her the whole night. A smirk couldn’t help but tug at her lips. Both the alcohol running to her head and slipping out her mouth, mingling with the curiosity the peacekeeper got out of her made her speak out. ❝ A new diamond face in the dull coal mine, hm? Ain’t everyday you get to see that. ❞ She purred out, her words coated in a teasing accent. Irises glancing down in their empty palmed, an almost puzzled expression taking course over her features before she covered it up. ❝ You ain’t giving a sweet treat to little old me? And here I thought you liked the show, Surely you didn’t miss a second of it. ❞ She stated, eyebrows highering accusingly while she waited for an explanation or just a mere gift in her hands.

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thinking abt him all. day. long.

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Scrapped Lucy Gray Baird art I did for practice

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(posting it here so I can save up space on my phone)

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Rachel Zegler performing 'Man of the House' on Stephen Colbert's The Late Show

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Then she gave him a kiss. Not a peck. A real kiss on the lips, with hints of peaches and powder. The feel of her mouth, soft and warm against his own, sent sensations surging through his body. Rather than pulling back, he held her even tighter as the taste and touch of her made his head spin.

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🐦🐦‍⬛

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you are lovely even in your madness.

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when is a monster not a monster?

oh, when you love it.

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Do I look LIKE

HER?