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Lord I know and trust that you have a plan but please keep this boy in my life

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snakes and geese -- sunrise on the reaping fic

“To get here, you have to believe.” Lucy thought for a minute. “Your boy believes, don’t you worry about that.” Lenore nodded gratefully. ... aka Lucy Gray and Lenore Dove meet in Covey afterlife.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64173958

“Do you think they’ll attack my geese?” Lenore Dove hugged her legs towards her chest, nodding toward the snakes slithering excitedly towards the feathered birds. The grass rustled in the wind as they watched the geese squaking at the reptiles.

Lucy Gray peered over the top of her book. “I don’t think their mouths are big enough to swallow your birds whole, so I’d say no.” She patted the grass beside her, and one of the snakes slithered back to her, coiling around her arm happily. “Do you want to feed it? This gorgeous here is called Lily.”

Lenore gave it a thought and shrugged. “I guess so. Even back home in the meadows I stayed away from the snakes. Clerk never liked me messing around with anything with scales.”

“Oh same, they hated that I sang to the snakes. But rules are boring.” Lenore nodded solemnly.

“That, I agree with.” Lucy beamed at that, and fished around her pockets. She produced a small insect and dropped it into Lenore’s open palm. The snake made it’s way around Lucy’s neck and wrapped itself around her other arm. Lenore held out a tentative hand, and a forked tongue accepted the offering with no hesitation. “Do you think they miss us?” Lenore asked, sighing. Lucy laughed, a bright sound that made it’s way across the open meadow with the wind.

“Maybe, but we’ll meet the rest of the Covey someday.”

“It’s not just the Covey I’m asking about.”

She hummed in response. “It’s not just Covey afterlife, you know. I’ve seen other people around, just not as frequently.”

“But why isn’t everybody here?”

“To get here, you have to believe.” Lucy thought for a minute. “Your boy believes, don’t you worry about that.” Lenore nodded gratefully.

“That, I believe too.”

Lucy shrugged. "Well, there you have it. “I’m heading out to get more food for my snakes. Catch ya later, Lenore Dove.” She dusted herself off and walked toward the woods, her snakes trailing behind her in a single, uniform line.

Lenore watched her disappearing form and leaned her head against the tree, staring into the distant sun. It never set and never rose. No more sunrise on the reaping.

Nothing they can take from me was ever worth keeping, and you’re the most precious thing I’ve known.

“I love you like all-fire,” she whispered into the wind.

I love you like all-fire, too, the wind whispered back.

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i think about the quote that went something like "you ultimately become whoever would've saved you when no one did" a lot, and i think it's true. i find myself being there for the people i see my past self in, people who have the same trauma and the same unexplainable grief. i sit there and listen because i know younger me would've done anything to have had someone just be there and hold me while i cried.

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now we know that he'll never stop hearing her songs, the same ones lenore dove taught haymitch and haymitch sang to the other tributes. the covey knew the power of art in inspiring and spreading messages in times where free speech is an illusion. we know it too. art will save us.

and if it doesn't, nothing else will.

"Cant catch me now" by olivia rodrigo truly fits the ending of the ballad of songbirds and snakes because coriolanus sees Lucy Gray in everything. In the mockingjays, in the guitars, in the songs, in the snakes, in the rebels, in the rainbow coloured dresses, in katniss, in Every. Fucking. Thing. In a few years, he will not remember her face, or her smile, but he will see a mockingjay, and hear her laughter threatening to collapse his entire world. He will hear her songs, and remember how she once sang of him with so much love and passion. He will one day witness Katniss' bow after her assessment, and remember how Lucy Gray charmed the crowd into rooting for her. He will watch Katniss and Peeta with envy, and remember the way he used to caress her cheeks like that too. She will forever be the one thing that he longs for, but cannot quite grasp. She's everywhere, but he'll never be able to catch her. He will remember her even if he hates it, because she haunts every single one of his memories.

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it must have killed haymitch to see katniss unwilling to let the arena take rue's body away. the same protectiveness and despair. the same hope.

maybe he knew that she'd be the one to break the cycle when he saw her defiance. he saw so much of himself in katniss, and even more bravery than what he had even before everything burned down with his family.

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haymitch core (i'm sobbing)

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the thing with effie and plutarch and all those district sympathizers from the capitol is that they're always detached. it's their nature. no amount of tragedy they witness will ever make them recognize the extent of the marginalization and oppression. you will never be able to teach the privileged the sufferings of the misfortunate until they experience it first-hand, and usually by that time it's already too late.

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be my valentine?

~a solangelo hanahaki disease au~

All Will Solace wanted was to figure out a way to treat his patient, but he really can't do much to stop the intense petal coughing that had his entire office smelling like roses.

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And all Nico di Angelo wanted was for his doctor to like him back.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63032902

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I love these comics by Nathan W. Pyle.

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being depressed is so lonely. i have close friends but i no longer find myself talking to them about my actual feelings, and every single second is just spent on trying to shove everything down until i get to my bedroom and i let it all out.

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Other Words for "Look" + With meanings | List for writers

Many people create lists of synonyms for the word 'said,' but what about the word 'look'? Here are some synonyms that I enjoy using in my writing, along with their meanings for your reference. While all these words relate to 'look,' they each carry distinct meanings and nuances, so I thought it would be helpful to provide meanings for each one.

Gaze - To look steadily and intently, especially in admiration or thought.

Glance - A brief or hurried look.

Peek - A quick and typically secretive look.

Peer - To look with difficulty or concentration.

Scan - To look over quickly but thoroughly.

Observe - To watch carefully and attentively.

Inspect - To look at closely in order to assess condition or quality.

Stare - To look fixedly or vacantly at someone or something.

Glimpse - To see or perceive briefly or partially.

Eye - To look or stare at intently.

Peruse - To read or examine something with great care.

Scrutinize - To examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.

Behold - To see or observe a thing or person, especially a remarkable one.

Witness - To see something happen, typically a significant event.

Spot - To see, notice, or recognize someone or something.

Contemplate - To look thoughtfully for a long time at.

Sight - To suddenly or unexpectedly see something or someone.

Ogle - To stare at in a lecherous manner.

Leer - To look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious way.

Gawk - To stare openly and stupidly.

Gape - To stare with one's mouth open wide, in amazement.

Squint - To look with eyes partially closed.

Regard - To consider or think of in a specified way.

Admire - To regard with pleasure, wonder, and approval.

Skim - To look through quickly to gain superficial knowledge.

Reconnoiter - To make a military observation of a region.

Flick - To look or move the eyes quickly.

Rake - To look through something rapidly and unsystematically.

Glare - To look angrily or fiercely.

Peep - To look quickly and secretly through an opening.

Focus - To concentrate one's visual effort on.

Discover - To find or realize something not clear before.

Spot-check - To examine something briefly or at random.

Devour - To look over with eager enthusiasm.

Examine - To inspect in detail to determine condition.

Feast one's eyes - To look at something with great enjoyment.

Catch sight of - To suddenly or unexpectedly see.

Clap eyes on - To suddenly see someone or something.

Set eyes on - To look at, especially for the first time.

Take a dekko - Colloquial for taking a look.

Leer at - To look or gaze in a suggestive manner.

Rubberneck - To stare at something in a foolish way.

Make out - To manage to see or read with difficulty.

Lay eyes on - To see or look at.

Pore over - To look at or read something intently.

Ogle at - To look at in a lecherous or predatory way.

Pry - To look or inquire into something in a determined manner.

Dart - To look quickly or furtively.

Drink in - To look at with great enjoyment or fascination.

Bask in - To look at or enjoy something for a period of time.

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no because this kudos to hits ratio is insane

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clintasha - here i am alone between the heavens and the embers

summary: natasha didn't want to listen to all the saved and ignored voicemail from clint after his death. but for him, she'd do anything.

she tapped on the small icon on her phone. “would you like to listen to all saved messages?” another tap. another beep. “please enter your pin to access your voicemail.” six precise taps. a gentle beep at the end. “access granted.”

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62394946

tw: death, mentions of suicide

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USED THE WRONG ACCOUNT

ninety-nine rubber ducks

new clintasha fic translation!!!

summary:

Natasha hid ninety-nine rubber ducks in Clint's farm. He spent a long time trying to find all of them.

He checked the fridge after his shower, and was immediately greeted by a rubber duck staring back at him with its black, beady eyes, body slightly larger than the rest he found. "13."

link to translation: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62300941

link to original [chinese]: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58759345

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i'm going to lock in for 2025 istg

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live for me - natasha romanoff fic

summary: if there's one thing Natasha learned from it all, it was that everyone dies alone. but that's okay, because if you truly lived, if you meant something, anything, to someone, if you found the strength to love through the pain, then you're still living in the memories of the people you loved.

chapter one: clint

Budapest was so much emptier without Natasha. 

The streets of Budapest were still bustling with merchants selling their crafts, calling out to the tourists that traversed the city, looking for the best spots for group selfies.

But Clint wasn't here for relaxation. As soon as he got off the plane, he headed straight to the nearby bus stop, where he got in line to buy a shuttle ticket. The line moved fast, and the couple in front of him left without tickets because of some "currency exchange issue."

"One ticket to Keleti Station." 

"One way?" The man in the booth peered at him over his shades. Clint nodded in response. "2200 forints." 

Clint handed him the bills he had prepared beforehand silently. "In five minutes," the man explained as he slid the ticket to him, and Clint murmured a quiet thank you before he left.

The entire bus ride, he looked out the window at the familiar sights he last saw in 2003. 

Keleti train station was big, and hard to navigate. Nothing compared to Grand Central Terminal, but the signs in Hungarian didn't give much information. He weaved through the crowd, trying to locate the ticket counter.

As a solo archer, he wasn't sure why him being alone felt so...off. 

He boarded his train half an hour later, and they arrived at his destination within twenty minutes.

"We have arrived at Budapest Nyugati Station," a bright voice chirped from the speakers. "To transfer to Deli Station, please exit from the right for metro line 3 or M3, or..." Clint tuned out the station broadcast, drawing his jacket more tightly around his body as he walked briskly from the train tracks.

He still knew these paths by heart.

Towards the end of the exit, he spotted the vent cover they escaped into last time. He was tempted to just open it right there and then, but it was broad daylight, and he didn't want to cause a fiasco by climbing into the air duct in front of all these people. 

He slipped into a hall by the main area, where another vent cover sat on the ceiling. Glancing around anxiously, he scaled the wall, hauling himself into the vent.

The vent was smaller than he remembered. He crawled along awkwardly, occasionally glancing upwards at the little drawings Natasha made, next to their sad attempts of tic-tac-toe to amuse themselves.

He eventually stopped at a turning point of the vent, and started digging through the cracks of their old hideout, where candy wrappers and empty bottles remained. His hand caught on something loose, and he pulled it out, stuffing it into his pocket without a glance.

The vent felt weirdly suffocating.

He crawled forward to the next exit of the vent, opened the cover with a slight squeak that made him wince. Making sure no one passed by the empty hallway, he jumped down quietly, closing the cover with his motion.

He stopped before making it out of the hall and back to the main station, retrieving whatever he found from the pocket of his jeans.

It was a photo of him and Natasha in front of Liberty Square, eyes squinting at the camera. He wasn't sure how he got her to agree to the picture in the first place, but he wasn't about to dwell on it. He found the picture, and it was all that mattered. 

He flipped the photo to reveal a date hastily written on in permanent marker: April 24th, 2003.

"We were so young", he muttered to himself. He turned back to the side with their picture, and inspected their faces. He was smiling broadly, stance relaxed, while Natasha only gave a slight grimace. "I hope you're in a better place now." 

He pocketed the photo with a sigh, and left without looking back.

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ao3 link if y'all wanna leave some kudos <3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/61978525/chapters/158489269