#50th hunger games generation

[little-lynx]

SECOND QUARTER QUELL II UPRISING AU

Ok, look. I’m obsessed with Second Quarter Quell generation and I have A LOT of head canons about them. And sometimes these head canons contradict each other, lol. Previously I showed you some of my illustrations about SQQ generation but it was always one particular AU (where they all are kinda friends/classmates?). And I think it’s time to show you another one that I also like. This is AU (or “head canon” since we don’t really know what is real and what is not) where all of them were part of revolutionary movement before the 50th Hunger Games. Some things are the same in both universes (Mr. Hawthorne and Mrs.Mellark are best friends in both, haha), some are completely different (Mr.Mellark and Mrs.Mellark were not in love in “uprising au” and had to marry for the sake of revolution after Mr.M/Mr.E partnership was broken, oh oh, that was super dramatic!). But they look pretty much the same in every AU I have in my head haha. So here are quick portraits of SQQ gen characters and their confident files from D13 before the 50th Hunger Games reaping day (everything went wrong after that, huh).

About Donner sisters. Peeta said that Mr.Mellark described them as “twins or something” and I interpreted this “something” as that they were not identical twins. Katniss was amazed by young Mrs.Undersee and Madge’s similarity but she didn’t have this feeling about Maysilee. So I think they looked like sisters but not super similar to each other. I mean, I’m a mother of identical twins, I know what I’m talking about lol.

These portraits are not perfect and were done quickly but I really tried 😅. Funny fact: overall I have more clear vision of SQQ characters than THG characters, haha (especially young Haymitch, Mr.Everdeen, Hazelle and Mrs.Mellark). Oh, and you have no idea how much time I’ve spent on these files lol. I don’t even know WHY I did it, because obviously no one cares, but this idea lived in my head for far too long. Ugh, I’m finally free of it. And now I need to return to my work and also main series uffffffff.

P.S. “agent Fox” is Haymitch’s girl, but I have no decent head canon for her

P.P.S. I don’t mention any names because I try not to be too attached to particular names for these characters (who knows maybe one day Suzanne will reveal some information and I don’t want to be upset lol)

[sawronica]

Favorite minor Hunger Games Character?

hi anon! thx for your question & my first official ask :3c

i would honestly say it's between any of the donner/undersee characters. madge, mrs. undersee both have this generational tragedy to carry, which is the loss of maysilee. mrs. undersee becomes so ailed by the grief of her twin sister that getting out of bed is near to impossible, and how she's in a constant cycle of pain after losing her other half.

madge is aware of maysilee; she owned her mockingjay pin up until she gave it to katniss as a gift (which is honestly a foreshadowing for greater things in the trilogy), but she's also got a deeper understanding of the games and the system despite being someone of a rich background. because it's interlinked with her family, and no matter how much she thinks about her aunt being here, she will always see different— she'll always see the face of her aunt's ally and know that things would've always been this way.

it's even more miserable that madge & her family die from the bombing in 12 — forever doomed to burn out and be the smallest part of history.

again, thank you for your ask! i would go into further depth if i had the brainpower honestly.

[goldrushenthusiast]

What do you think happened between Snow and Tigris?

oooh this is a good question!!

I believe that Tigris found out about Lucy Gray, about Dean Highbottom, and most definitely about Sejanus.

I don't think it was all at once though. We know that Coriolanus tells his cousin pretty much everything (the kiss with Lucy Gray, the death/murder of Bobbin, things like that), and that Tigris tells him pretty much everything back. Coriolanus acknowledges the sacrifices Tigris made to help him, and while he is grateful for that, he also sees himself as the primary caretaker of the family and is weirdly protective of her, ex. his reaction the conversation about possible prostitution in the first few pages, how she mustn't tell people what she thinks of the games, things like that.

Coriolanus sees Tigris as one of the only ties to his childhood. His protector, his cousin, his only true confident. He sees these differently than her. Tigris had to grow up fast, and her care for Coriolanus is more of a motherly love than something siblingish or friendship like.

So, Tigris sees the more "soft" side of Coriolanus. She says that the games changed him (she's right), and she was willing to accept that. But I think that Tigris also thought that he wouldn't ever intentionally hurt anyone, or at least not in anything that wasn't self defense.

She was for sure surprised to hear about Dean Highbottom. In her eyes, her little cousin would have no reason to do it. He probably told her a few weeks after the news of his death came out. In all honesty, I don't think she thought about it too much then, except maybe to worry about the repercussions. But she would have justified it to herself at least a bit.

Next, however, was probably at the next Hunger Games. Because of the general consciousness that Lucy Gray would be back, she probably asked him why she wasn't. I don't think Coriolanus would tell her immediately, but after twisting the story some like he does it would all come out. But Tigris had met Lucy Gray before, and I don't think she would buy the story he told her and the other version he most likely told everyone else. She would start having doubts right about now, and start questioning other things.

Sejanus would be the final straw. She knows Mrs. Plinth, she knew Sejanus, and she had seen how easily Coriolanus had lied to everybody. This would also be after the 11th hunger games, so after Coriolanus was (basically) a gamemaker and she could have seen what he truly thinks of the games. All 3 kills/attempted kills would've been way too many in her mind. She would start to question everything he did after that, and I don't thinks she would truly feel safe with him ever again.

I don't know how she would have gotten him to confess to Sejanus, because I don't think it was something he would take lightly. He is careful about his alcohol intake (as we know from the first chapter & posca), so that's not very likely. My best guess is he may have felt guilty about it, something spooked him, or he just fessed up and Tigris happened to be there. Either way, I truly believe that was her final straw.

She would have moved in with her boss (Fabricia) as a more serious apprentice, where she would have learned about the trends and more detailed guides to fashion. She would know that helping Plurbuis was too risky and close to Coriolanus. Eventually, and most likely with help from the Plinths for at least a bit, she would have bought her own store, or inherited Fabricia's once she died. I believe she did always have faith in Coriolanus becoming president, especially after the stunt in District 12, but now she also knew how ruthless he could be so she built the bunker and used it for clothes.

She most likely kept in touch until the 50th hunger games, when twice as many kids died. She had a heart, and as mentioned was genuinely sweet, and I don't think she could handle that her Coryo was part of this monstrosity. If not then, then the aftermath of the 74th hunger games, with Katniss and Peeta. Maybe she cut contact immediately, but I think she's smarter than that. She knew Coriolanus would make the connection quickly and I don't think she would think he would have hesitated.

I don't think Coriolanus ever thought that his cousin would betray him. He has that air to him that he knows everyone is just pawns, but not those he doesn't want to be. He holds a special connection to her, but unlike Lucy Gray, who he stopped loving very fast, he never had any true confirmation that Tigris betrayed him so there was never a reason for him to stop loving her like the other way around.

In conclusion, I believe Tigris was saddened and a bit disgusted by the monster Coriolanus had become, and I don't think Coriolanus ever knew to what extent she had. I also believe that once he became president, he did disassociate himself a bit from her.

[ao3feed-everlark]

The creation of the mockingjay pin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lit3jfm

by Hdishebrna

The one and only blacksmith/metal bender in district 12 takes up a side project that creates something that turns out to be the base of the trilogy we know today. At the reaping of the 50th hunger games, the world sees it for the first time

Words: 583, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Maysilee Donner, Jaff (hunger games oc), Katniss Everdeen

Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark

Additional Tags: Mockingjay pin, Blacksmithing, Metal bender, Backstory, District 12 (Hunger Games), 50th Hunger Games

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lit3jfm

[againstacecilia]

WIP Game

Sooooo I haven't technically been tagged, but @wyn-n-tonic gave my socially anxious ass an out by saying I could say she did, so here we go! (Thank you, ily. 💖)

I don't have a lot of variety right now, but here's my list of what I'm working on that I'd love to talk about! Feel free to send me an ask, anon or not, about any of them!

Cuyan blurbs (I have a general list in my head about what I want to talk about, including Cuyan's art supplies, Din's perspective on a couple of moments, and a suggestion from the wonderful @creatively-analytical about Cuyan meeting Grogu for the first time. Feel free to ask about other moments you'd like to see and how I'd go about writing it. 🥰) -Din Djarin x Reader (nicknamed Cuyan)

"Repairs" - Din Djarin x Reader (SPICE)

"Open Your Eyes" - Din Djarin x Reader (hurt/comfort)

"You Are the Spark" - Poe Dameron x Reader (comfort)

Untitled - Poe Dameron x Reader (spicy prompt list request from, like, a year ago. Sorry anon. 😅)

And now, for something completely different:

An untitled Hunger Games series. Canon divergent from the 50th games, we follow two District 4 OC's (maybe OC and reader, haven't decided yet) as they get reaped as adults and go through everything leading up to the Second Quarter Quell. (Will not be a happy ending).

This is a big thing to commit to, so open tag for anyone who wants to join in! I'll probably get into answering these tomorrow so it'll be a fun Sleepover Saturday thing, too! 🥰

[omniishambles]

HAYMITCH ABERNATHY

MEDIA: The Hunger Games Trilogy (movies and novels). FACECLAIM: Woody Harrelson. AGE: Early 40’s. GENDER: Male. OCCUPATION: District 12 Mentor. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Bisexual. NATIONALITY: American. EYES: Blue. HAIR: Shoulder length, blonde. Generally unkempt. HEIGHT: 5”10. SCARS: Large scars across his abdomen from his time in the arena. LANGUAGES: English. ZODIAC: Leo, August 1st.

NOTABLE RELATIONSHIPS

Katniss Everdeen.

Peeta Mellark.

Effie Trinket (as written by @hvbris​ )

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Alcoholism, violence.

Reaped at 16, Haymitch was unfortunate enough to participate in the 50th Annual Hunger Games, an anniversary known as the Quarter Quell. For this most special of games, there was a twist. Instead of 24 tributes selected from the Districts of Panem, there would instead be 48. Double the challenge. Double the violence.

During his interview with Caesar Flickerman, Haymitch was asked about what he thought of the Games having 100% as many tributes. He replied by saying that he didn't see much difference, as they were still going to be 100% as stupid, a display of his own wit and sarcasm.

Though he managed to win, the violence had reached frenzy point by the time it came down to him and the last tribute. Critically injured, Haymitch secured victory by using the arena force field against his opponent, allowing them to hurl a weapon which was shot straight back into their head. He’d spent some time studying this and experimenting with using it to his advantage, but his little trick upset the Gamemakers. 

Two weeks after he was crowned victor of the Second Quarter Quell, Haymitch's mother, younger brother, and girlfriend were all killed by President Snow because of the stunt that he pulled with the axe and force field, which was perceived as an act of defiance that made the Capitol look foolish.

There was very little time for him to heal from the emotional and physical wounds he was suffering. Soon enough he was back in the Capitol, expected to mentor the next unlucky tributes from District 12. Considering that he was the only living Victor for his district, he felt a tremendous amount of pressure on his shoulders. He worked alone, and year after miserable year he watched other tributes die.

Haymitch turned to alcohol to cope with the games, but over time this became a heavy dependence. After a decade of dead children under his watch, he gave up any hope of guiding a victor. Only the Mentors from other Districts could understand the trauma and frustration he lived with everyday, and he became very good friends with many of them.  

However, his constant state of drunkenness and his failure as a mentor earned him the ire and embarrassment of his district. When back in 12, Haymitch isolated himself from everyone, from the memories of his family and his sweetheart and his old house in the Seam. He spends each day in the victors village, blind drunk to numb the pain. Every night since his victory, Haymitch has slept with a knife in his hand.

VERSES

Main

Set during the events of The Hunger Games.

ABOSAS AU

Haymitch is one of the tributes selected for the early Hunger Games, before the fancy arenas and technology. 

[watergave]

LUCY CORAL BARKER.

GENERAL.

NAME.   lucy coral barker (nee averley)

ALIASES.   after the reaping, she is called by lucy barker only.

AGE.   seventeen+

BIRTHDATE.   may 23

GENDER.   female 

SEXUALITY.   demisexual

STATUS.   married

ETHNICITY.   white

NATIONALITY.   panem

BIRTHPLACE.   district four

RESIDENCE.   district four

OCCUPATION.   while she grew up in covey tradition, lucy carol's family has also integrated with district four. she helps on her father's boat and later helps on her husband's boat. covey at heart, fisher by trade.

PHYSICAL.

HEIGHT.   5’4”

WEIGHT.   125 lbs

BODY TYPE.   slim

SKIN TONE.   pale

HAIRSTYLE.   slight wave from working on the ocean

HAIR COLOR.   yellow

EYE COLOR.   green

SCARS.   a c-section scar on her stomach which she is very sensitive about

FACECLAIM.   tba.

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS.    kind, friendly, outgoing, out-spoken at times, easy-going, silly, dramatic

HABITS.   wringing her hands together

HOBBIES.   swimming, singing, dancing, gardening

FEARS   not being able to see people's faces

FAMILY.

FATHER.   patrick burgandy averley

MOTHER.   virtue indigo averley

SISTER.   dorothy silver kenyon (older by eleven months), mary jade coldgate (younger sister by three years), virtue tawny smith (younger sister by five years)  

BROTHER.  none

SIGNIFICANT OTHER.   benjamin barker (husband)

SON.   none

DAUGHTER.   johanna canary barker

EXTRA.

MBTI.   tba.

ENNEAGRAM.   tba.

ALIGNMENT.   lawful good

HISTORY.

before her birth, lucy coral's parents were some of the covey that were rounded up by the government of panem. they went along with the government peacefully which lead them to getting settled in district four. her mother was a singer who tended to perform for capitol events, parties and other such cases. her father took to fishing well.

her parents made certain to include many covey traditions in their daughter's bringing ups. they were taught traditional covey song and dance and given classic covey names.

while on her father's boat one day, lucy carol noticed a small child fall off his boat. she dove in the rescue him at the same time a boy her age did. they were able to return the boy to safety and they go to talking afterwards. she learned his name was benjamin barker. he asked her to go sailing with him later that week. she accepted happily.

district four is known for being a prosperous district, but not everyone was as successful as everyone else. benjamin and lucy coral were part of the "lower-class" of this district, but they never minded their station.

like some do in poorer districts, lucy coral and benjamin married young. they were sixteen during the wedding and found out they were expecting not long after. johanna canary was born in feburary.

to earn some extra, lucy coral would accompany her mother on her singing trips. singing was considered a black-market trade by this point, but they weren't worried since they were preforming for capitol officials that wanted to hear them more than they wanted to arrest them. at one of these concerts, lucy coral was introduced to phillip turpin, a gamemaker on special assignment in four. it was obvious he had an interest in her and she made it obvious that there was a ring on her finger.

as much as he attempted to woo her, lucy coral was true to her husband. he grew desperate to the point of nearly assaulting her before she got away.

as revenge for rejecting him, turpin made certain that lucy coral was reaped in the next hunger games, which happened to be the 50th quarter quell. he promised the career academy that they could send one of their female tributes and he wouldn't have them shut down as long as no one volunteered as tribute for lucy coral. they agreed.

on reaping day, lucy coral wasn't really worried. she was still eighteen, but the hunger games felt long after for her. she was a wife and mother now. however, her name was pulled for one of the female tributes.

no one volunteered.

lucy coral spent her few minutes speaking in whispers with her husband, hugging her family goodbye and whispering lullabies to her daughter.

it became clear from the start that she was being stripped of her identity. she was no longer covey, her name was changed to just lucy barker, she was loosing herself.

she gained most of her sponsors by playing to the fact that she had a family. she was popular among all of the tributes, but that couldn't keep her alive in the arena.

her throat was slit by a male tribute from four.

but lucy did not die.

once they realized they had made a mistake, they decided not to let her die. they kept lucy in the capitol, experimenting on her and torturing her.

lucy was not dead, but in her madness, she wishes she was.

[heavenboy09]

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Born On February 10th,  1974

Banks was born and raised in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, the eldest of four children of Ann (née Wallace) and Mark P. Mitchell. Her father, a Vietnam War veteran, was a factory worker for General Electric, and her mother worked in a bank. She described her family as "very meat-and-potatoes, old-school Irish Catholic." Growing up, she played baseball and rode horses. She was in Little League when she broke her leg sliding into third base. She then tried out for the school play, which was her start in acting.

She is an American actress and filmmaker. She is known for playing chaperone Effie Trinket in The Hunger Games film series (2012–2015) and an ICCA commentator in the Pitch Perfect film series (2012–2017). She made her directorial film debut with Pitch Perfect 2 (2015), whose $69 million opening-weekend gross set a record for a first-time director. She has since directed the action comedy Charlie's Angels (2019) and the horror comedy film Cocaine Bear (2023). Banks founded the film and television production company Brownstone Productions in 2002 with her husband, Max Handelman.

Banks made her film debut in the low-budget independent film Surrender Dorothy (1998). She has appeared in the films Wet Hot American Summer (2001), Sam Raimi's Spider-Man trilogy (2002–2007), Seabiscuit (2003), The 40-Year-Old Virgin (2005), Slither (2006), Invincible (2006), Zack and Miri Make a Porno (2008), Role Models (2008), The Next Three Days (2010), Man on a Ledge (2012), What to Expect When You're Expecting (2012), Movie 43 (2013), The Lego Movie (2014) and The Lego Movie 2 (2019), Love & Mercy (2014), Walk of Shame (2014), Magic Mike XXL (2015), Power Rangers (2017), Brightburn (2019), and Call Jane (2022).On television, Banks had a recurring role as Avery Jessup on the NBC sitcom 30 Rock (2010–2012), which earned her two Primetime Emmy Award nominations. She also had recurring roles on the comedy series Scrubs (2006–2009) and Modern Family (2009–2020), the latter of which earned her a third Primetime Emmy Award nomination. She starred in the Netflix miniseries Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp (2015) and Wet Hot American Summer: Ten Years Later (2017). Since 2019, Banks has hosted the ABC revival of the game show Press Your Luck.

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[heavensbeehall]

"Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain." -- Chapter 13, "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins

Katniss suggesting they keep "him" alive causes Haymitch pain, and it makes me wonder about his relationship to Maysilee and the tributes from 12 generally the 50th Hunger Games.

Did Haymitch plan to die so Maysilee could live? Or is that what she did? She was killed by birds. Did she provoke them? Or was it Gamemaker made? Is that something Snow wanted to see happen because of Lucy Gray?

Tell me, Suzanne!

[truelsenchappell97]

Primitive is Eventually Killed by The Bombing

Image by Stuarta C.a Wilson/Gettya Images

About This Quiz This epic collection of books was adapted into four Hollywood blockbusters. How much do you know about the characters from "The Hunger Games?"

Which one of the tributes went insane after witnessing the beheading of her district partner?

Lavinia

Mags

Annie Cresta

She suffers from PTSD after seeing the horrors of the Games.

Glimmer

Enobaria

It was an unforgiving, but memorable way to win.

14

She is 17 years old at the conclusion of the story.

Mellark

He is an ode to District 12. Evina

President Coin

Prim, Katniss' younger sister was killed in the bombing.

A net

He was from District 4, where people utilize nets to catch fish.

Cobbler

Carpenter

Baker

The baker's shop is used as a backdrop for various parts of the story.

Katniss

Beetee

His electronics skills give him an edge over other competitors.

Madge

Her family and her are killed in the bombings that occurred at District 12.

Senecaa

Mrs.

Thresh

He is known for his brutal killing abilities.

Get your head bitten off

Katniss watches as she dies in the arena of combat. Then, he is killed by lizardhumans.

Bomb-making accident

He fell from a structure.

Cato

After being mauled by Katniss, he pleads with her to kill him.

17

16

15

He went on to win the 50th Hunger Games and then became a mentor to Katniss.

He is skilled with the spear, and has also killed many other tributes.

District 12

She ultimately wins the 774th edition of the Games.

The guilt over his death has a negative impact on his relationship with Katniss.

Primrose

She also appeared on "Dancing with the Stars."

Purple

Gold

The Capitol fashion trends have many people sporting outrageous face paint.

Marvel

Clove

Foxface

The redhead survives the last four, but eventually succumbs to the berries."

Plutarch

After the victory of the rebels, the Secretary of Communications is appointed to his post. Communications.

Romulus

Coriolanus

The four letters that make up his name are the summation of his sly personality, too.

Sword

Spear

Bow

Her death gives Katniss a chance to take the weapon for her own use.

A District 2 blind woman

A goat

Prim milks her every day before heading off to school.

Peeta's father

Gale's father

Katniss"father

His death impoverishes the Everdeen family and takes a toll on Katniss' mother.

Haymitch

Her politeness is not enough to hide the horrors of reaping.

Mace

Baton

Axe

Mason uses the weapon to kill Cashmere because of the lumber trade that is taking place in her area.

Escort

She often appears to be unaware of the fear that Reaping Day generates in the population.

Blood

Snow resorts are a source of brutality to keep power.

Finch

Cinna

Lenny Kravitz is a great stylist for Katniss."

Cray

Delly

Peeta is assisted by Delly after he's endured the psychological torture at the Capitol.a Wilson/Gettya Photos

[little-lynx]

the butcher's daughters

when I feel down (and I feel down most of the times now) I try to draw something that really makes me feel at least a little better. The second quarter quell generation is one of these things. So here is young Rooba and her sister who will become mrs Mellark eventually. I kinda like this theory of them being sisters.

[heroicadventurists]

Comic-Con @ Home Saturday Schedule 7/25/2020

10:00am • (Nearly) A Decade of Nathan Hale's Hazardous Tales

10:00am • Last Gasp: 50 Years of Publishing the Underground Part II lowbrow art, 1996-2020

10:00am • The Guide: Overstreet's 50th Anniversary

10:00am • Dynamite's Two Huge Crossovers Revealed!

10:00am • UDON Entertainment 20th Anniversary!

10:00am • Tantalizing Tips

10:00am • Cosmos: Possible Worlds

10:00am • Narrative Design For Computer Games

10:00am • Warner Archive's Secret Origins of Saturday Morning Cartoons

11:00am • Giving a Voice to Independent Creators

11:00am • Back to the Moon and Beyond With Nasa

11:00am • From Wakanda to Numbani, Writing the Next Generation of Heroes

11:00am • The Simpsons @ Home

11:00am • Eye of Newt and Wool of Bat: the science behind magic potions and spells

11:00am • The Official Dune Publishing Panel

11:00am • Finance For Creatives

11:00am • Inspired: Personal Stories in Graphic Novels

11:00am • DC@Home Day Two

11:00am • The Art of Adapting Comics to the Screen: David S. Goyer Q&A

12:00pm • Calling All Book Lovers: A Sneak Peek at New Books from Tor, Tor Teen and Tor.com Publishing

12:00pm • Spotlight on The Cloven: With Garth Stein and Matthew Southworth

12:00pm • Jim Lee's X-Men Artist Edition Spotlight

12:00pm • Magic: The Gathering Panel with Mark Rosewater

12:00pm • Women of Color in Comics: Race, Gender & the Comic Book Medium

12:00pm • Diversity and Comics: Why Inclusion and Visibility Matter

12:00pm • Dark Horse All-Stars

12:00pm • Personal, Political, Fictional, and Factual

12:00pm • Constantine: 15th Anniversary Reunion

12:00pm • The Amazing Brutus: Unusual Places to Find a Great Animation Story

12:00pm • Bless the Harts

12:00pm • Disney+'s Phineas and Ferb The Movie: Candace Against the Universe

1:00pm • Creative Renaissance: How to Thrive When It's Hard to Survive

1:00pm • Masters of Storytelling

1:00pm • The Official Aspen Comics Panel 2020

1:00pm • UltraLawyer Kaiju Patrol

1:00pm • American Dad!

1:00pm • Latinx & Native Amerian Storytellers

1:00pm • Diamond Select Toys & Gentle Giant Ltd.

1:00pm • Tribute to Dennis O'Neal: Beyond Batman

1:00pm • Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Future Is Now

1:00pm • Blast Off with Disney+'s "The Right Stuff"

1:00pm • Picard 2020: A Literary Retrospective

1:00pm • Rooster Teeth

1:00pm • Guillermo del Toro and Scott Cooper on Antlers and Filmmaking

2:00pm • Women Rocking Hollywood 2020: Supporting Female-Helmed Film and TV

2:00pm • IDW in 2020 and Beyond

2:00pm • Doctor Who Time Lord Victorious Panel

2:00pm • Couch Surfing with Simon & Schuster

2:00pm • Mexico's Magnificent Stop-Motion Seven

2:00pm • Gender, Race, and Comic Book Coloring

2:00pm • Family Guy

2:00pm • For All Mankind

3:00pm • Learn How to Color Comics

3:00pm • Authors on the Best Advice I Ever Got

3:00pm • Sailor Moon

3:00pm • Surviving the Hunger Games: Are the Odds Ever in Your Favor?

3:00pm • Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - The Stories and Science of Mutants, Androids, Space Travel and Aliens

3:00pm • Best and Worst Manga of 2020

3:00pm • ComiXology Originals: Creator-Owned Comics and Beyond

3:00pm • Mark Waid and the Future of Humanoids

3:00pm • Peacock Original Series: Brave New World

3:00pm • Bill & Ted Face the Music

3:00pm • The Order Season 2

3:00pm • Puppets! Fantasy! Musicals! - Exploring Big Adventure On A Small Scale

4:00pm • Let's Get Spooky

4:00pm • Creating the memorable characters of Image Comics

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[oneeffie]

A Spark

A Spark

By: Emma Sinclaire & Line Svensson

“Sometimes we have to do what we don’t want to do.” That is what my mother would tell me when I objected to going to school as a kid. I wanted to stay at home or go to my mother’s job and do things than be there. But every time, without fail, when my mother said this phrase I promptly grabbed my bag and went to school. I knew the story behind her saying that. I’d only heard it once, in the midst of one of her few drunken moments, but that was enough.

We live in the country of Panem, in a place called the Capitol, which is the heart and soul of the country, or so I’ve been (I’d been) told. The districts surrounding the Capitol was there to bring nourishment to us. It is a place of beauty and luxury. Supposedly the greatest place on earth. But if it’s so great, how could the events in my mother’s life be possible? My mother didn’t have a lot of money growing up, and even less when she got into her adult life. Before she had gotten the job at “Intexui” she had struggled to get by, taking odd jobs here and there, just to make ends meet. But that’s when things changed for the worse.

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She had walked up the entrance of a big mansion. There was a party going on inside and she was demanded to be there. As she knocked on the door the head of the house opened it.

“Ah, there you are. You must be the lovely lady my colleague was so kind as to send us”, he said while he had a malicious smile on his face. She could feel her pulse into her fingertips. She had been terrified to her very core, but what was she supposed to do? When they had seen you, they had seen you. When they wanted you, they wanted you. There was no going back, and she couldn’t afford to lose everything. She plastered on the bravest face she could, smiled slightly and walked through the front door. As she walked in, he put his arm around her waist, and he guided her around the house. As they walked into the backyard, she could see there was a small party gathered. Most of them were women, but they all had the same look on their face as she did.

“Look, fellas! Pontius sent us another gorgeous one!”, said the homeowner as he let go of her waist and made his way to the couch in the middle of the yard and picked up his purple-tinted drink. Everyone eyed her like she was a piece of meat that was up for sale.

“She truly is a beaut. What’s your name sweetheart?”, said one of the men as he poured himself another drink.

“Anya”, she replied.

“That is a beautiful name.”, said a voice behind her. The man came around so she could see him. He was a generically attractive man. Average height, olive skin, short clipped curly hair that had been dyed into a silver color and with silvery lips to match. He was wearing a neon green colored suit that had feathers around the sleeves. A very typical outfit for someone in the Capitol. When she looked into his eyes, she tried to look for some kind of warmth in them. There was none to be found. Her heart was beating faster now. She had never been this scared before. But she knew again that there was nothing to do. She had heard it wasn’t as bad if you didn’t resist it.

“Caiaphas! You’re here. Great now the party can really get started. We were just discussing this years Hunger Games. We think it’ll be a blast. Abimelech just told us that the arena this year will be in a woodland area, with all manner of poisonous animals,” a gentleman in a bright pink suit said. The man Abimelech turned his head towards them and smiled.

“You did hear that I’d been accepted as a part of the game maker group? We get all the details before it’s released to the public,” he said very proudly.

“I did hear. That is smashing! We expect to get a good show out of you then,” said Caiaphas. He took Anya by her arm and guided her to the yard, and there the gentlemen engaged in conversation until nightfall. The women, however, did their best at trying to fit in and being of service, but it was clear that they weren’t there for their conversational prowess.

The people eventually started trickling off from the conversation and Caiaphas put his hand on her leg.

“Let’s go,” he said with a very commanding and sharp voice. Then he stood up and grabbed her hand. As they walked off into the house and up the stairs Anya knew that her life would not be the same.

They had stripped her of her agency, and she had become just another part in their game. A game she couldn’t win. After a long and humiliating night, she took a car ride back home. Once she was in the car, she felt dirty and violated. She sobbed into the early hours of the morning. Never again, she thought. No matter what.

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9 months later she was admitted into the hospital with intense pains coming from her abdomen. The time had come for her to deliver the baby. She had found out that she was pregnant just weeks after her horrid night in the mansion. She had, of course, tried to get in contact with him, as she liked to call him, her perpetrator, but she never saw or heard from him ever again. It was truly amazing what money could do. It could even make you invisible. I was born on January 8th and was taken home the day after to be raised by my mother alone.

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My childhood passed me by without any event. I got up in the morning, ate, went with my mother to work and then home to eat and sleep. Same thing day in and day out. The thing that did change though was the love I had for my mother. It grew day by day as I saw her work her hardest, push herself to the limit with a constant smile on her bright face. The only time she broke from that smile was when someone asked about my father and in those lonely moments, she had by herself, in the late nights, sitting by the kitchen table with a glass of pungent spirits. When I turned six, I had worked up enough nerve to ask about my dad. She had turned around to me in the store and given me a defeated but stern look.

“Later,” she said. I had nodded and gotten back to drawing my undecipherable painting. In the evening, when we got home, she drank a whole bottle of a lemon-colored drink and sat in silence for about an hour before she started telling me the story. I could see how much every word hurt her, so I did my best to not ask more, and remember every word she said. When she finished, she grabbed another bottle, kissed me on my cheek and went to sit in the living room.

Life went on as normal after that, on the outside at least. There was, however, a battle that raged within me. Good versus evil. Right versus wrong. Things didn’t get any easier when I started school. I had always lived quite the secluded life with my mother. I never had many friends, and now I was being made to go and socialize with my peers. From day one I could tell they were very different from me. My general attitude was always a silent, cheery type. My classmates were, however, more, peculiar. They all had that strong Capitol accent which would just drive my mother up the wall sometimes. However, they made me curious. I wondered what their lives looked like. How did it differ from mine? What were their parents like? It would become more and more apparent over the years exactly how I was different, and nobody likes a person who breaks the status quo. But that’s the great thing. Sometimes we don’t just have to do things we don’t want to do, but we can actually do what we want. This thought would come to set deep roots within my heart and soul, and it would emerge years later.

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I remember the first time I truly started to see the horrors the Capitol with my own eyes and understanding. Sometimes you see these events in hindsight and realize the horrors you witnessed or experienced. To me, that was the 50th Hunger Games. Double the tributes, double the celebration, and double the suffering.

Since there were twice as many participants, there was also twice the demand for the most extravagant garments for the celebrations. The fabrics store mother worked at, was, of course, booming in business due to this demand. During this time, my beautiful mother spent more time in the store, than she did at home. Her dark curly locks framed her almond-colored face,  illuminating her bright hazel iris with specks of gold. She was a true beauty amongst the flamboyant fashions and unnatural colors of the Capitol.

Like the brat I was, I blamed my mother for not making enough time for me in her day. Little did I know that she was constantly berated by demanding customers and blamed for errors that were no fault of her own, for several hours on end in order to keep the roof over our heads and the food in our bellies. She would come home, exhausted and immediately fall into bed and sleep, on most days. Sometimes I would hear an odd noise coming from her bedroom during nights, but only as an adult did I understand them to be smothered sobbing.

My favourite tribute this year was a tribute who wore one of my favourite fabrics from the store. When he answered a question regarding the 100% increase in tributes. He said he didn’t see much difference this year, as they would also be 100% as stupid. Just hearing someone say stupid is funny enough to a kid I guess.

But I truly understood the sufferings once the 50th Hunger Games was finished. My mother cried for most of it. Especially when the girl died by the pink birds, and my favourite had to hold her as she died in his arms. I remember seeing many people happy or cheering, but I didn’t understand why. There was even more celebration when he won the entire event, after winning a gruesome fight that mother would barely let me watch. The sounds were enough to understand the violence they put each other through.

“Why is everyone happy, but not that guy?” I asked while pointing at the winner on the screen. Mother looked at me with mixed pride and sorrow, as she answers:

“Because being a winner, means someone else has to lose.” she points at the same guy. “But he didn’t want to be a winner, he just wanted to survive.” I still couldn’t quite get it.

“But what’s the difference?”

“A winner wants to see others fail, in order for themselves to succeed. But the survivor is someone who simply lived when others unfortunately died.” She gave me a weak smile with teary eyes as she said the last part.

Even the child me now understood that the Capitol wanted winners, but we were in fact just survivors, trying to live through a game they created.

I looked to the screen again, to see my once hero, being wounded, broken and empty.

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I stepped into the store and was greeted by a forced smile. The smile falters and instead grows into heartfelt glee. Nobody embodies strength quite like my mother. Although tired from the daily labour at the store, she still finds happiness and energy in her heart to always make both of us happy and safe.

“You’re here early! Is school already over?” she asked.

“Yeah, they finished early since the celebrations start today.” hinting at the reaping that was going to air later that day.

“I see. Well, it is understandable. Many do create extravagant viewing parties, and that sure takes time.” she answers with a slightly displeased tone. “Some girls came in earlier today looking for fabrics for a last-second change of a dress. They looked at almost all the fabrics we had before choosing just another tint of the original color the dress had. But the smallest things matter of course!” she said the last part with clear sarcasm.

“So what’s the inspiration and trends this year?

“Seems to be a lot of dark green, brown and beige. Some even come looking for skins of lizards, frogs and crocodiles,” she answered a bit wearily.

I just sighed and marvelled at the ways Capitol would try to find any symbolism from the games and always taking the most basic ones.

I recently started to come to help mother at the store after school and the owner, Gaius. would even toss an extra coin our way for my effort. Most days I just helped to restock and putting the fabrics in proper order onto the shelves, as they tended to be moved around a lot when mother was busy. I found the work satisfactory and calming. Feeling the fabric between my fingers and seeing all possible colors through different materials. Sometimes I’d imagine them as gowns, shirts or other garments. I would sometimes even draw the ideas onto paper once I got home. I’m pretty sure that mother knew, but it didn’t seem to bother her.

Just as I was about to finish off my work, the doorbell of the backdoor rang.

“Coming!” mother yelled out. She opened the door to find a man holding a smaller package. Mother signed the waiver as she usually would and thanked the man.

“An odd time to make a delivery. They usually arrive much earlier,” she said once she had closed the door. We opened the package and saw a peculiar note saying “experimental material”. We both looked at each other, confused and curious. Mother pulled out a black polyester material that didn’t seem like it was any different to other black fabrics in the store. Right then the front doorbell rang, signalling customers. Mother shoved the box towards me and said:

“Could you put this on the desk in the office? I think the owner needs to look at this.” and left to care for the newly arrived customers.

I quietly walked into the office with the box and put it on the desk. When I did, I saw another note fall out of the box. I picked it up and glanced at it. This was a manual or explanation of the fabric and how to utilize it. Although seemingly uninteresting at first glance, the fabric was able to give off different illusions in different lights and angles. I touched the fabric again with awe and my imagination soared. The outfits and gowns this could create would be a sight to behold and a true spectacle. However; it would take someone with quite the personality to carry such a striking look.

“Cinna! Could you help for a second?” my mother called from the store. I touched the fabric one last time and went to help with whatever task I was called for.

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I decided to teach myself more about how to design and create clothing. I would ask and learn some of it from customers in the store since many worked with design or made a living by sewing. I also learned some from books I could manage to borrow from time to time, but most of it was from practising on my own when the store was closed, on the sewing machine. I had asked to borrow it from the Gaius and the materials needed was either scrap from the store or paid by working.

“Come Cinna, it’s time to go home.” Mother ushered me away from the sewing station, ready to head home.

“Very well, but you know I’m old enough now to walk home on my own, right?” I answered slightly frustrated on having to finish early and leave my work unfinished for another day.

“Would it hurt to humor an old woman who wants to walk home with her son?” she answered with a cheeky grin. Although she looked somewhat worn after all the years of hard work, she was still a beauty with immense energy in my eyes.

“You’re no old woman yet. My eyes cannot be fooled.” I answered in an amused tone.

I packed the last bits and pieces into a designated box for my works and stood up to link arms with my dear mother.

“Shall we?” I asked as she nodded and we headed home. My mother gave me a prideful and pleasing smile that only a mother can give her child.

Once at home, I got to study for school, as well as research more work or techniques I could practice. Mother stood in the kitchen, making the usual late evening dinner for us both. I was fully immersed in learning the history of the Districts and their importance to the Capitol when I heard my mother yell in agony. Shocked and worried, I got to my feet and hurried into the kitchen, scared that she was hurt or injured.

“Mother! What happened?” She was crouching next to the stove, with a pan to her left side, cradling her left arm. Her heavy breathing and groans subsided slightly as she explained:

“I tipped the boiling water onto my arm. Stupid of me.” she cursed herself for the one small mistake she made. From what was not covered by her shirt, the elbow, most of the forearm and hand was covered in red blotches. Trying to hold back a shocked gasp, I decided that it was too serious to be left on its own.

“There’s nothing stupid about an accident. Come, let’s get you to a hospital quick. We need to get some medical attention before it gets worse.” I tried to gently lift my mother by the right arm to stand, but she pulled back her arm and almost hissed at me:

“You know we can’t afford that! It would be cheaper to cut off my arm!” she seemed instantly apologetic for her behaviour and continued to cradle her arm.

“Then let me at least get you into the shower so you can run cold water on your arm. That would hopefully do some difference.” I answered as I pleadingly looked at her. She meekly glanced back and silently nodded. I gently grabbed her right arm again and led her into the shower and ran some cold water. She sat down in the shower, audibly groaning as the water hit her injured arm.

“I will get you some painkillers. Hopefully, they will alleviate some of the pain.” with one last squeeze of her hand, I went to get her medicine. I heard her agonizing groans as she pulled off the first layer of the shirt she was wearing, so she could more properly cover the burn with cold water. Some screams slipped out and I hurried back with the medicine. Once I was back in the bathroom, she had gotten the shirt of the injured arm.

“Here, let me do the rest,” I said, kneeling in front of her and gently rolled the shirt off her. My mother was visibly exhausted from the pain as I brought the pills to her mouth. “Take them, you will need them.”

She sighed and swallowed the pills, although some defiance was still in her eyes.

I spent the night in her bedroom, looking after her while she slept and wetting the towel that covered her arm with cold water ever so often. She luckily stayed asleep. Must be the sleeping pill I gave her with the painkillers.

“...inna”

I must have fallen asleep at some point during the night, as I woke up so a soft whisper of my name. I stretched out my slumped back on the chair and slowly opened my eyes to the rays of lights that penetrated the curtains.

“Cinna..” mother called out in a weak voice. I looked at her and saw sweat pearling on her pale face and a weak right arm stretching out to me. I bolted out of the chair to hold her hand.

“Mother, how are you feeling?” I asked worried, although I could clearly tell this wasn’t good.

“I’m ok, just help me to the bathroom.” It took all she had to just say those words. I gently took he by the right arm, trying to not look at her swollen left arm. She grimaced and groaned as she got to her feet. We slowly made our way to the bathroom and I sat her on the porcelain seat.

“Just tell me when you’re done, and I’ll pick you up.” I closed the door and headed to the kitchen to arrange some more painkillers and food. After a while, she called out and I tried as gently as possible to get her back to the bed. When the discomfort and pain had subsided a bit, she asked:

“Could you cover for me at the store today? You know no one else will be able to.” we were lucky that the school was off for the weekend.

“Of course, but you should really get yourself checked at a hospital first,” I said, worried and hoping she would see reason this time. She did not.

“It’ll be fine with some more rest and water. Just go work and I’ll surely be fine by the evening.” she smiled to try and gloss over the alarming symptoms she showed.

“Ok, but if you don’t feel better by the time I’m back, I’m taking you to the nearest hospital.” I tried to say it in a commanding tone, as to make her understand that I was serious.

“It seems that I’ve gotten old enough to have my own boy worry about me,” she said while stroking my cheek. I kept a steady gaze as I grasped that hand.

“I mean it,” I answered. She fell silent, and her smile wavered. “I’ll drag you there if I have to.” I continued. She nodded and gave a weak:

“OK.”

I was off to the store, after preparing more medicine, water and a new cold towel on her arm. I arrived minutes before the store would open and explained the situation to Gaius. Although slightly dissatisfied with not having his favourite employee at work that day, they understood and agreed I should fill in her role for the day.

The day passed, and except for a few hiccups with my service manners, I would say it went fine. But I hastened home to check on mother’s condition.

“Mother! I’m home! How are you feeling?” I called out once I opened the door to the hallway. No reply. I quickly went into her bedroom to find her, still in bed, but the bed was now soaked in her sweat and water from the towel. She looked fatigued and worse than this morning.

“Cinna, I’m so sorry,” she muttered through her fever dream. I knelt down by her side and held my hand against her forehead. It was sweltering. I knew that she could not stay like this.

I barely got her on her feet and prepared to take her to the closest hospital. I took her uninjured arm over my neck to drag her there. Luckily enough, the closest one was only a block away, so after an unstable walk, we arrived. The nurses took one look at my mother and quickly got to work by pulling out a wheelchair and promptly putting her in it. Dazed and confused, mother called out to me.

“Cinna! Cinna, where are you?” Put myself in her range of view and answered:

“It’s OK mother. The doctors will take care of you now.” I answered to assure her. She sloppily grabbed my hand in desperation and replied:

“But the fees! We can’t afford this!” I looked into her eyes and stroked her cheek.

“I’ll figure something out. You should just focus on getting better now.” was the last I could reply before the nurses urgently rolled her off into a restricted area.

“Are you the relative of Anya?” someone asked behind me. What looked to be a doctor approached me in the waiting room with a medical report in his hand.

“Yes! I’m her son, Cinna.”

“Well, we have finished our emergency treatment and examination.” The doctors face hinted that the rest would not be good news. “But we have deduced that your mother has Toxic Shock Syndrome from an infection started from the burn on her left arm. The toxins from the bacteria are what’s causing her illness. Her situation is in dire need of more treatment” I looked into the doctors face in horror.

“Can you treat it? Will she be OK?” Because that was my only concern at this point.

“Yes, but the treatment of both her arm and the TSS will be quite costly and she would also have to be administered to the hospital for a couple of weeks during the treatment.” He then gave me a sheet estimating the cost for said treatment. The doctor made an educated guess that we could not afford such a fee, which is correct.

“I know we lack the proper funding, but could you start the treatment now and we could pay it off at a later date?” I tried to find any way to make it work and was as close as I could be to bargaining.

“That is unfortunately not a service we provide. We can at most hold her until tomorrow evening while trying to keep her condition stable. But I’m afraid we can’t do any more after that point.” The look in his eyes made it seem like I was the unreasonable one and a nuisance. I then felt my shaking hands that I had unconsciously formed into a fist.

“Please…” My voice cracked as I pleaded and held back my tears.”Please just hold her until tomorrow. I will find a way.” Although no idea of how. The doctor nodded.

“Very well, please be back by 10 pm.” The doctor almost sneered at me.

Well at home again, I panicked. I let out the sobs I withheld earlier and my mind spun around on what I should do. I could call Gaius for an early payment or a loan, but that would probably still not be enough. I know there are some people looking for extra organs on the black market, but that would not make me able to reach her in time. Yes, time was of the essence here. I could not lose the once person I held dear in this wretched city. Should I sell myself of for servitude, like my mother had been forced to? And then it hit me. Caiaphas.

After a sleepless night, I put my plan into action. In order to save the one I loved the most, I had to face the one I loathed even more. My own father. I stood at the gated entrance and my finger hovered over the call button. I had dressed in the finest suit I had sewn for myself, but that was still not much in comparison to the servants clothing. My red eyes and swollen face probably did not help either. I pressed the button and waited.

“Caiaphas manor. What business do you have here?” The impatient lady answered at the other end. I suspected it was a secretary who could see me from some camera by her tone.

“I am Cinna.” I paused and hoped she would know by my name alone. She did not. “I am Caiaphas’ son.” The other end went silent for a moment as if she was doubting it.

“Please hold” she answered with a sigh that got cut of. I now felt my palms sweating and the nerves kicking in. As I was lost in thought, the gate suddenly opened.

“Please enter” sounded from the speaker.

I took slow and careful steps up the stairs leading to the big mansion. The wide doors swung open as I saw a man spread his arms out to welcome me.

“Cinnaaa! What a joyous occasion,” he exclaimed. I had mastered the ability to tell when a smile meant something else, and by his, I could tell this was not joyous at all. “What brings you all this way?” I was at first surprised by the fact he remembers my existence or that he wanted to greet me at all.

“Hi.” I gave out weakly. “I was hoping that we could talk,” I stated as I nervously glanced around at all of the staff. “Alone?” He did not look pleased nor surprised.

“I suspected as much.” He kept trying to hold his facade but seemed to be slipping now. I silently followed him back through the garden to a bench halfway down the driveway.

“Please, have a seat.” I sat down on the far end of the bench as he sat down at the other. “So what business did you have today, Cinna?” He spitefully said my name.

“I came today to ask for a loan.” I thought cutting to the chase would be easier since time was of the essence and he did not enjoy my presence, to begin with. “I fully intend to pay it back in time, but I would need to leave with the specified amount by the end of our meeting.” I gave him a note with the estimated cost from the hospital. He took it into his hand and glanced at the amount. He lifted one eyebrow and snickered.

“What? Anya can’t pay for college?” he humorously replied. “You probably won’t need the education anyway. You’ll just stay in that shithole with her.” He waved his hand at the thought.

“I need it for mothers treatment,” I answered blankly, trying to ignore the seething rage building in me. He got quiet then and his smile dissipated.

“Treatment? What treatment?” He looked at the note in disgust now. He still did not understand the seriousness of the situation.

“She has had a serious burn which led to Toxic Shock Syndrome.” I steadied my gaze into his eyes. “This is the only thing I will ask of you as a son. You will never have to see me after this unless it’s for the payments.” He looked slightly shocked and froze for a while. But then burst into laughter, which shocked and enraged me. He replied:

“You really think I care about you or your whore mother?” he answered with a mocking tone. “If I wanted you in my life, you would be. But I don’t, so leave and stop wasting my time. What a waste of space.” He continued to mock and laugh as he stood up and started walking away. I slammed my hidden fist onto the table and got to my feet with tears in my eyes and rage in my heart.

“She’s dying and that’s all you have to say?!” I furiously spit out. He turned around, still looking somewhat amused but at least he contained his laughter now. “We might be a waste of space, but at least we’re not the shitstain of humanity.” That removed his stupid grin.

Two guards escorted me to the gates and shoved me through the exit. One guard yelled after me:

“For your own good kid: don’t come back.”

I made my way home, but without a single hope or possibility left, I was in tears. Although many whispered and avoided me on the streets, I couldn't care less. The tears trickled down my face and dampened my handmade suit.

The walk back took quite some time, and by the time I got home, it was 7 PM. Only three hours left. I was now filled with rage. I took out my anger on my environment. The clothes I ripped apart, the furniture I toppled and rendered some of them unusable. I felt my hands beat along to my heart, from punching the furniture and floor, in anger. I gasped for air as I regained my senses and sadness. I had failed her. I promised her I could find a way. But there is none. Not for a waste of space. But the ringing of the phone abrupted my breakdown.

A block later and I was outside the dreaded place. As I entered, one of the previous nurses led me into a nearby room where several nurses and doctors ran in and out. Upon entering, I saw my now husk of a mother on the bed and felt like collapsing then and there. But before I could, the doctor I had previously talked to approached me once more.

“Can you go through with the treatment?” He urgently asked. I bit my lower lip and shook my head. He looked solemn for one moment, but then stated. “Then there is nothing we can do. She has deteriorated quickly and will unfortunately not be with us for much longer at this pace.” He then waved for the staff to exit the room. “We will leave you two alone.” Door closed.

I sat down on the chair next to her bed and collapsed my body onto her bed. I could once more not withhold my cries and sobbed like the child I was. Suddenly I felt a soft hand on my head.

“Cinna, my sweet boy,” she whispered with a smile that contained the beautiful strength I knew her for. “I am so proud of you.” I looked up with tears in my eyes as I replied:

“No mother, I failed you! I tried to convince Caiaphas to lend me money for the treatment, but he simply laughed in my face! I couldn’t even make him see reason!” she saw my distraught face and teary eyes. She put my hands in hers and smiled again.

“What matters is that you had the strength to try and fight and that you also still made your way back to me.” she squeezed my hand with the little effort she had left. “I needed nothing more from this earth than you by my side..” she now let a tear from her eye, to match mine. “Just remember that I always have and always will love you, my boy. You made this life worth living, not just surviving.” she slowly uttered those last words, as she fell into a calm sleep. I stroked her beautiful locks away from her face, as I kissed her forehead.

“As do I love you, mother.”

I collapsed back onto the bed in tears, when I shortly after heard her last breath.

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Days turn to weeks, months and eventually years. The memory of my mother’s final moments haunted me almost daily. The initial rage after my mother’s death had brought me to the point of an insane hunger for my dad’s death. Why did he deserve to live when she, who is so good had to die? But eventually, the pain and anger faded. There wasn’t anything that I could do. I was again reminded of my mother’s classic phrase. And it wasn’t fair to her, so I focused less on the negative moments and more about the positive ones. The way she would brush her hair behind her ear when she felt accomplished, the way she would admire a beautiful fabric, the golden specks in her eyes that would shine in the light or just how she radiated so much warmth.

I kept working in Intexui after she passed away because I didn’t really know where to go. It was a good enough job, that paid the bills and kept me out of trouble. I also got to keep working with fashion and clothes. I still spent all my spare time practising, observing and taking notes on what I could.

One day I was sitting at the front desk sketching away. This new fabric had come in that I had experimented with a little bit. It was aqua colored, and I was trying to find other fabrics to combined with it to create the illusion of waves. I was drawing up a way of sewing the shirt together when the door to the store opened. I looked up and there was a slightly older woman standing in front of me. I recognized her from the Hunger Games. She was one of the designers for District 2. Her face was striped yellow, orange and black with whiskers coming out the sides of her cheeks. Her hair had tight curls that were pulled back into a ponytail at the back of her head, giving the silhouette of a feline.

“Hello, I am Tigris. I am looking for Gaius?” she said. Just then he popped his head out of his workroom.

“Oh, let her in Cinna! Tigris, darling!” he said as he moved towards her. She walked around the desk and towards Gaius and they exchanged air kisses. He pulled her in with him and the door shut. The door opened again and a company of 3 walked in, two women and a young girl.

“Did you see the latest from Juan? Apparently, leather is the new sequins. Absolutely inspired.”

“Oh, tell me about it. Our cook kept getting sequins in our food, so I had to fire her! Leather should be a bit harder to mix into the veal lasagna.”

“I don’t know though, these avoxes can be quite stupid, I must say. Did you hear about…” They continued chattering on as they looked around the shop. Finally, they came up to me.

“How much is this?” they asked as they showed me some fine black leather.

“That would be 50 dollars a yard madam,” I answered.

“Wow, well then we can’t have that. Do you have something in a higher price range? You know more, exclusive?” she said and winked at me. I moved into the store and started going through and showing them all the different kinds of leather we had. After settling on the one that was 120 dollars a yard we moved back to the front desk. There was Tigris looking at my sketchbook. I rushed over, closed it and put it to the side.

“Sorry,” I said. Tigris moved to the side and let me pass. As a measured up the fabric and charge the woman for it, I could feel her gaze. As the woman left the store, she came up to me.

“What kind of fabric are you thinking for your design?” she asked. I little bit surprised I pulled out the aqua colored chiffon out from the counter. She looked at it and then said:

“Chiffon is a hard fabric to work with. First of all, if you want the effect of more movement, I would suggest having a white base, something sturdier like cotton.” She moved in closer and grabbed my sketchbook. “May I?” she said. I nodded. “You’re thinking a little too narrow. Instead of sowing things so much into place consider doing more layers with different lengths of fabric under one overlapping piece of fabric.” She turned to a new page and drew a slightly different version of my dress. She then put the pen down, grabbed a pair of scissors and went into the store. She came back with four different colored fabrics that all complimented each other. She put them all in the book and stamped them into place.

“Thank you,” I said. Right then Gaius came out of his workroom.

“Cinna, Tigris and I are going out to dinner. Lock up the store at closing time.” And then the walked away, not looking back. When they had gone, I opened up my book again and looked at what she had drawn. I got a new page and redrew the dress, adding the ideas she had suggested. That way would provide less room for mistakes with the sewing and would perhaps create a better illusion. The following days I worked on the dress for the next few days and made adjustments until I had achieved the perfect result.

This happened several times in the months and years that followed. Ever so often Tigris would come into the store to see Gaius and at the same time, she would offer me bits of knowledge that helped my technique and look at my end results. She convinced me to sell the clothes I make to her grandmother, who owns a clothing store. Eventually, she stopped coming by. I didn’t know why, and I never would. One day, however, as I was working one of my all-night-open shifts I had an older gentleman come in with a woman looking for me.

“I was at this dinner with my father’s colleagues, when I saw the most divine dress on one of the past victors. And I said to my papa that I simply must have it. And so, we asked her where she got it and she shared that she had gotten it from this little shop just two blocks from here! We hunted the place down and they told us that the designer worked here. And here we are!” The woman beamed at me and the elderly gentleman reached out his hand.

“So, what do you say boy? Care to help us out?” I took his hand.

“Of course. What will it be?”

After that, I had people coming in from time to time. Not a lot of people wanted to share where they got their one of a kind outfit, in fear of someone copying them, but ever so often I would get new customers come in and request their various different clothing ideas and I got to put all my knowledge into practice. I felt myself discovering more and more who I was as I drowned myself in work. I found my peaceful mind space. I still remember one morning when I got into work and I had three orders to finish by the end of the day, I saw a golden pen on the floor of the store. I picked it up and looked at it. It reminded me of the golden specks in my mother’s eyes. Oh, how I wished that I could see her again, just to talk to her one more time and to hear her say she’s proud of me. I wanted to look into her eyes again and find the reassurance that together we could do anything. I walked towards a mirror took of the lid of the pen and drew a straight line across my lash line on both eyes. I backed up and looked at myself in the mirror. Dark hair, black pants, black shirt and the gold eyeliner. It was a good look.

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I was finishing up the last piece of hemming on the late-night order I had received the night before when the doorbell rang. I placed the last pin in the neckline and put the dress down. When I walked out into the store there was a woman standing looking at the newly arrived fabrics.

“Welcome to Intexui, can I assist you in any way today madam?”

The woman turned around and smiled. She couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than me. She had a light purple wig on that was cut to a short bob with a fringe on the front. Darker skin, almost like mine, a dark silvery jumpsuit with boots to match. A very nice-looking outfit.

“Thank you and not madam, it’s Portia,” she said and reached out her hand.

“Cinna.” I grabbed her hand and shook it. She turned around, doing a fast glance at the store.

“I am looking for an organza fabric, I’m thinking maybe green or turquoise. Do you happen to have anything of that category?”

“We do, as a matter of fact, I have some on hand if you’ll just hold on for a moment.” I went back to the back and got a few samples for her and brought them out. She grabbed them and started scanning them, pulling them a bit and holding them up to the light.

“I am not sure which one I like better. It’s hard to tell what this light green one would look like with layers towards the light. How’s it sewing with it?”

“Let me grab a sample from the back,” I said and then went into my workroom and grabbed the dress that I had been working on. I brought back and laid it in front of her. Her eyes widened a little bit and she picked it up gently. She spent a good minute just looking at the dress. She looked up at me and said:

“Who made this?”

“That would be me,” I answered. Her smile widened.

“Well, it’s beautiful. It’s really a fine piece. Where did you study?”

“Oh, I learned most of it from the store, some books, and by practice. You meet a lot of people in these kinds of places who are eager to share their wisdom and knowledge,” I said waving my hand around the room. I couldn’t help myself from thinking of Tigris.

“That very well maybe, but Cinna, raw talent isn’t something you pass down. It’s something you’re born with.” She put the dress gently back on the countertop. She then picked up the bright turquoise fabric and handed it to me.

“Can I have 10 yards of this please?” I took it out of her hand and started measuring the fabric. This gave me some time to just let the compliment sink in. I felt like I had gotten loads of praise over the year but for some reason, this situation really stood out. And then I realized that it carried the same kind of spirit as something that my mother would have said. I am what I make myself. I folded the fabric up nicely and placed it in a bag and handed it over to Portia. She took it and started to walk away. She then came back up to me.

“So, I just got hired for the hunger games as a stylist. I still have the guy’s number if you are interested.”

“I don’t know. That whole spectacle isn’t really my scene,” I answered. She opened up her bag and pulled out a card and handed it to me.

“Well, here is his number in case you change your mind. Could be your opportunity to make a mark.” She then turned around and walked out of the door.

After I finished work, I walked home in deep thought as I held the card in my jacket pocket. If there was anything in this world that was against everything I believed in, it was the Hunger Games. But it was those last words that Portia uttered that made me think. As I walked through the door, headed to the living room and turned on the TV. I took the remote control and flicked through different TV shows until I landed on last years broadcast of the Hunger Games. I hadn’t watched it of course, not after the 50th. But I wanted to see something with my own eyes. I started going through the reaping segments. When I got to district 12, I observed what was happening. As they called out the name of the scrawny girl, I could see the fear in her eyes as she moved towards the stage. I saw the same kind of fear in the lanky boy. As the reaping was over, I observed as the peacekeepers took these two children by the arm and guided them into the building behind them. Words from my mother’s story of her night at the mansion popped out in my mind. Being overcome by fear, not having a choice and my dad grabbing her arm pulling her towards the moment that would change her life forever. All survivors. I turned off the TV and walked up to the phone and dialled the number on the card.

The following day I took the train into the Gold Circle, the centre of the Capitol to meet up with Seneca Crane. I had brought all of my sketches and some of my finished products that were yet to be picked up at the store. As I walked into the building the word luxury came into mind. Huge marble walls stretching up for hundreds of meters. I walked up the front desk and gave my name and was directed to the 15th floor. As I was moving up the elevator, I was running through what I was going to say in the meeting. When I arrived, I was directed into what seemed like an office. Sitting behind a big white desk sat a man with a beard that had a very intricate pattern. He was wearing a bright red suit and was preoccupied with writing on a piece of paper.

“Come in and have a seat,” he said without looking away from what he was doing. As I sat down, he collected everything on his desk into a pile and put it to the side. “I’m Seneca. I believe that you brought your portfolio?” he said and reached out his hand. I opened up my bag and pulled out a book, to put in his hand, and then spread everything else out on the table. Seneca spent about 15 minutes in silence looking through my sketchbook and picking up the different pieces of clothing. Finally, he closed the book and put everything down on the table.

“You obviously have talent, and I can see here that you have worked with some good people. We like that. Tell me, why do you want this job?” I thought about it for a second. I had to really think about how I could phrase my answer.

“I feel like I have more to offer. And I would like the chance to prove that, to show people what I can do with the simplest of things,” I answer him. Seneca looks at me closely and leans back in his chair.

“I agree with you. However, you are a newcomer, so we don’t have much to offer in terms of the districts.”

“Okay, well, if you’ll permit me, I’d like request district 12.” He smiled and stood up.

“Request granted. Welcome to the Hunger Games Cinna.” he replied as he shook my hand.

It had been two months since I had gotten the job to work in the Hunger Games. Shortly after the interview, I got to meet my fellow stylist, which just so happened to be Portia. We got started right away on brainstorming different ideas for the opening ceremony outfit, just so that we would be prepared. On the day of the reaping Portia and I came together to watch together at the tributes we would be designing for. One by one we watched the tributes for the different districts being selected. I couldn’t help but notice how cold some of them looked. Like they had lost their souls. My heart broke when I witnessed a young twelve-year-old girl get reaped from district 11. However, the real showstopper of the entire reaping was district 12. I watched as Effie Trinket took to the stage and pulled the name for the girl. This year it seemed to be another small twelve-year-old girl. I started taking notes on her, but then suddenly there was a scream from the crowd. A slightly older girl had thrown herself in front of the first girl and screamed that she was volunteering. The little girl was lifted away by another boy as this girl took to the stage. It was shared that she was the older sister. Following this, there was an odd cut in the footage and it jumped straight to the reaping of the boy. A blond-haired, strong built boy walked up on the stage. Finally, they shook hands before they were taken into the building behind them. As the screening finished, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. A scrawny, brown-haired girl that had not volunteered for the sake of glory, but to save her sister. I wrote down: Tell prep team to leave her hair as is. I looked up at the screen again and rewound back to the moment she threw herself in front of her sister. The honest terror in her eyes, but also the heat. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. This girl, I thought, she’s got fire.

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Doll mail to confirm and send!

I’ve promised to send stuff to people for ages, and I’ve absolutely taken too long in some of these cases. But I’m starting to do consistently better lately, and I’m getting my feces coagulated (as my mother used to say).

@oak23 @cheshiretiffy @adirotynd @sycamore @mmymoon - Your stuff is listed under the cut.

@modernwizard - I haven’t forgotten you, even though it’s been 4 years. I will re-inventory the stuff I’ve set aside for you later. It’s stuff I owe you for all the wonderful things you sent me back when we were both on LJ. 

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John @oak23 - Nearly everything is already packed. Did you want GG Mari’s body?

Tokidoki Barbie - still in box

50th Anniversary Francie - still in box

Uhura - nude with boots, stand, and the necklace I made

Hunger Games Gale - nude with boots and stand

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Generation Girl Mari heads, one stock and one blank

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Disney Descendants signature Evie stock outfit

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Tonner head to wipe and repaint for me (details later)

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Adex’s head - detangle hair

Disney Animator Cinderella - detangle hair

MLP Beachball - detangle hair (white hair changes to pink originally)

Lollipop Girls head - wipe off current paint

LPS cat head - wipe off current paint

MH minis to keep - signature Abbey, ragdoll Cleo, potentially candy Catrine (not sure anymore)

Adi @adirotynd - delayed until I finish sewing

MH Robecca and blue wig

mini embroidered pillow (need to find it)

surprise pin-back button

misc. MH accessories?

hand sewn Cap shirt, when I finish it

Sycamore @sycamore - I feel like I’m forgetting something?

rainbow cowl

alpaca fingerless gloves

Skipper-Alice (nude)

Mmy @mmymoon - Not sure if you’re still interested. I’m unsure about parting with them just yet. If you’re hard-set, I’ll send ‘em, but I won’t be heartbroken if you pass.

MH Gooliope (head opened), with orange wig, stock shoes, and leopard leggings sewn by dollsahoy

MH-LPS pink bunny with ears sticking up, partially painted but unsealed

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Live updates as Glastonbury 2020 sold out with demand higher than ever for 50th anniversary festival

Tickets for Glastonbury 2020 go on general sale today with See Tickets and are expected to sell out quick for what is the 50th anniversary of the Worthy Farm festival.

We’ve got plenty of top ticket buying tips to help you get your hands on them.

Thousands of would be festival goers will be desperately trying to get tickets to the event today, which tends to sell out within an hour of going on sale.

No headliners have yet been confirmed for next year’s festival but the rumour mill includes Taylor Swift, Fleetwood Mac, Paul McCartney and even the Spice Girls.

We’re following the sale live, so stick with us to find out how quickly tickets are selling, and what to do if you don’t manage to get your hands on them.

09:38

Demand was higher than ever this year

If you managed to get tickets, count yourself very VERY lucky!

Emily Eavis

✔@emilyeavis

We have now sold out. Thank you all for your incredible, continued support. Demand was higher than ever, with over 2.4 million people registered. Bring on 2020! https://twitter.com/glastofest/status/1180763186993065984 …

Glastonbury Festival

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Tickets for Glastonbury 2020 have now Sold Out. Thank you to everyone who bought one, and sorry to those who missed out. There will be a ticket resale in April – plus we’ll be announcing details of a special ballot for the sale of 50 pairs of tickets in the coming days.

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09:37

Yep – that’s a wrap. Glastonbury Tickets have SOLD OUT

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Tickets for Glastonbury 2020 have now Sold Out. Thank you to everyone who bought one, and sorry to those who missed out. There will be a ticket resale in April – plus we’ll be announcing details of a special ballot for the sale of 50 pairs of tickets in the coming days.

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09:36

Could it be all over?

Lots of people getting this now. Waiting for official confirmation from Glastonbury Festival organisers.

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I have my #Glastonbury ticket moan tweet ready to go so this is a moan tweet about that tweet moaning I have to have a moan tweet ready, ya know.

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I got as far as putting in my reg numbers and postcodes. And then THIS. *raging #Glastonbury #GlastonburyTickets

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09:33

Worth giving this a go

Everyone’s sharing their Glastonbury ticket hacks. It’s worth trying everything

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09:27

UPDATE from Glastonbury Festival organisers

People using multiple tabs could be why so many people are struggling to get on. If everyone sticks to one tab it could increase chances of getting through.

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Tickets are selling, but we are seeing huge demand. Please keep trying – just over half of the tickets have been sold so far. And please stick to one tab / screen.

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09:25

More tickets sales going through

This Glastonbury goer bought her tickets using an iPad on Chrome, using 4G not wifi. Lot of very frustrated people still struggling to get on the site though.

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Lot of frustrated people

Everyone seems to be having the same problem

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Tickets for @GlastoFest 2020 are on sale now at https://glastonbury.seetickets.com 

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Time for a ballot. This is just a joke

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Some people are starting to get through

So many people on social media talking about how they can’t even get on the See Tickets Glastonbury sale website, but some people have been lucky.

Hang on in there and keep trying. It’s worth giving all of these top tricks for buying Glastonbury tickets a go.

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The sale / frustration has begun

Lot of people experiencing this right now

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Honestly @GlastoFest. Sort out your website.

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9:00 AM – Oct 6, 2019

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08:59

Get ready…

The sale is about to begin. We’ll let you know the moment we find out it’s sold out. Get ready.

It’s already tricky trying to get onto the website, so looks like this is going to be a really busy one.

Keep trying at see tickets here.

08:44

Glastonbury See Tickets booking information

People wanting to go to Glastonbury can book up to six tickets per person at glastonbury.seetickets.com.

Tickets cost £265 plus a £5 booking fee per person.

Registration is closed and if you don’t have a valid registration number you won’t be able to book a ticket today, sorry.

The balance of each ticket must be paid by the first week in April 2020.

08:35

Countdown is on

GlastoFestFeed@GlastoFestFeed

30 MINUTE WARNING! Be prepared! #Glastonbury2020 #Glastonbury #TicketSaleDay

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8:32 AM – Oct 6, 2019

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08:33

How to refresh on a mac

If you’re trying to get tickets using a Mac computer you might be wondering how to refresh the page, to try again and again.

What you need to do is hit the ‘command’ button, keep it pressed down and then hit R. You should then see your browser screen refresh.

08:28

Why we love Glastonbury so much

Let’s take a minute to remind ourselves why we’re so desperate to get tickets today. Worthy Farm is the only place we want to be come June, come rain or shine. People from Liverpool seem to have a real love for the festival and of course it’s a chance to dress to impress. Here’s a look a look back at some of the fashion highlights from a very sunny 2019 Glastonbury.

Neon galore at Glastonbury 2019 (Image: Getty Images)

08:10

Liverpool is ready

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Standby operation Glastonbury exercise

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5:59 AM – Oct 6, 2019 · Halewood, England

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Jack Conway@JackConway96

All I want more than anything else in this world, is a ticket to Glastonbury. Please. I can’t explain enouugh just how much I need and want this ticket.

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3:26 AM – Oct 6, 2019

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Chloe@_ChloeLucas

Happy Hunger games everyone #Glastonbury

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8:07 AM – Oct 6, 2019

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08:02

Glastonbury ticket buying tips

There are lots of theories about how best to get your hands on Glastonbury tickets and everyone’s got their own theories.

Radio X has shared tips from past successful ticket holders which could help you land the ever elusive Glastonbury ticket .

These include:

Connecting to a VPN – virtual private network – which extends a private network across a public one. This means your connection might just a little bit faster as your connection will make it look like you’re not searching in the same place as everyone else.

Using the internet on your phone as people think it seems to work faster

Having different browsers open, so get Chrome and Safari up at the same time

Don’t refresh too often – some say if you refresh too many times the site will temporarily lock you out. Many believe if you use your phone rather than a PC or laptop and just stick to the holding page it’ll happen.

There doesn’t seem to be an exact science, so our advice is to just try everything!

19:36

Glastonbury tickets on sale today at 9am

Today’s the day Glastonbury tickets go on general sale and you need to be ready at 9am on the dot. The ticket sale is notoriously frantic and on average tickets sell out in around 20 minutes.

So get multiple tabs open, keep hitting that refresh button, say a little prayer and you might just be in with a chance of bagging tickets.

Of course you want all your friends doing exactly the same thing as well in case you don’t have any luck.

We’ll keep you up to date with how the sale goes and let you know the moment the tickets sell out.

Good luck!

Glastonbury Festival at Worthy Farm, (Image: Getty Images)

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