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Peeta bakes. I hunt. Haymitch drinks.

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Marisol Muro

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Haymitch and his ducklings

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                                       How come she married him? She hated him!                                                                   Nah, she didn’t

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Chapter twelve: The Mirror of Erised She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry’s did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. ‘Mum?’ he whispered. ‘Dad?’ They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry’s knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness.

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"Me ?" I say in disbelief. "I am living proof that the Capitol always wins. I tried to keep that sun from rising on another reaping day, I tried to change things and now everybody's dead. You don't want me." And I don't want him. I don't want help from anybody in the Capitol ever again. I could never trust them. "We do want you. You shook up the Capitol, both figuratively and literally, with that earthquake. You were capable of imagining a different future. And maybe it won't be realized today, maybe not in our lifetime. Maybe it will take generations. We're all part of a continuum. Does that make it pointless ?" "I just don't know. But I do know, you need someone different from me." "No, Haymitch, we need someone exactly like you." "Just luckier ?" I say. "Luckier, or with better timing." — Sunrise on the Reaping, 2025, written by Suzanne Collins.

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THE HUNGER GAMES: SUNRISE ON THE REAPING (2025)

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His first real birthday

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this bit from catching fire hits a lot different now

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I love you like all-fire

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there is something just so funny about the fact that beetee had one (1) plan to disrupt the games and then it didn't work. but 25 years later he rocks up to the hunger games like "okay. so. we have to break the arena. but THIS TIME it's gonna WORK." and then it did. icon.

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Sunrise on the reaping 🌅

wanted to draw Lenore Dove and Haymitch with the Gooseys in their moment of peace 🪿 Do not disturb them or u will get the honk!

This is the end of the book by the way I don’t take criticism ò-ó

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Long shots

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Suzanne Collins number one Maysilee Donner defender

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saw this days ago but I wasn’t there yet… just got to ampert’s death. brb losing my mind.

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i had to draw this moment. district 12 tributes my babies, their hug got me good ☹️

any spoilers here are minor and/or out of context spoilers so don’t yell at me lol

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Katniss and Peeta's feast in the cave comes with silverware and plates. I always found this odd- it seemed as if it would have inflated the cost frivolously. I figured it had something to do with standards in the captiol, especially with how Effie remarks about table manners on the train.

no. it was haymitch both honoring Maysilee and continuing her poster.