Lady Rowena

blog about: asoiaf/hotd, thg, taylor swift, poetry and everything in between. ao3: nllyoung \\ tw: girlwithoneeye7

[whiskeywildfire]

[aryasdany]

[Reupload] «If he had lived, I might have married him.»

Jon and Dany in the Rhaegar wins AU by CallistoAwe

[waywardangel-wilds]

I hate that movie people will never know that Peeta’s #1 fan (to the point of actual delusion) is Katniss Everdeen.

[carnationhes]

Capitol ❕ Katniss

[tayloralison]

the life of a tumblr girl

[you-askedforthis]

Katniss Everdeen was never casual about Peeta Mellark.

In Catching Fire, when she and Gale talked about running away from District 12 Katniss automatically assumed Peeta was going with them. Even when Gale pushed back on the idea and asked what if Peeta wanted to stay. Her voice cracked when she said, "Then he'll stay." And when Gale asked directly if she'd leave him behind Katniss responded, “I’ll get him to come.”

Leaving Peeta behind was never an option in her mind, even if it was impractical to take that many people with them. Katniss wanted to disappear into the woods with her family, and her family includes Peeta.

She insists it's all an act and it means nothing but Katniss knows the safest place for Peeta is with her.

[unnamednarrator]

suzanne collins knew i was mentally ill and despite that she made peeta remember burdock singing the hanging tree. she knew that and she still wrote it. my god

[mockingjay-sings]

The Reluctant Victor, inspired by The Reluctant Bride by Auguste Toulmouche - I just thought that this painting was SO perfect for Katniss and I had to draw it!

[district-thirteen-intern]

Everyone in the Capitol: Peeta is so romantic!

Peeta, trauma-painting the arena floor with blood and flowers: I’m weaponizing love as a form of resistance, but go off.

[sparemoon]

Quiet cat gf vs loud dog bf

[opha-the-awesome]

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, "So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?"

I turn in to him. "Put you somewhere you can't get hurt."

- The Hunger Games, Page 368

[camrlart]

i love you like all-fire

[fromevertonow]

This YouTube comment has been on my mind since I finished SOTR so this is what I came up with:

Lucy Gray was the mockingbird, living on the outskirts of district 12 and was there at the wrong time when they were forced to stay there after the Dark Days. They were subjected to the Capitol’s politics despite not being a part of Panem, technically speaking. Lucy Gray became part of the Games and, likewise, the mockingbird became affiliated with the Capitol through the jabberjay’s release into the woods, but it still continued to sing its own song.

Haymitch was the jabberjay, a Capitol tool that did what it had to in order to survive. The Capitol thought they could control them, but they retaliated in the form of rebellion. Haymitch refused to be a piece in their game and tried to end it, and the jabberjay, in the eyes of the Capitol, created a freak of nature that showed the Capitol’s lack of complete control.

Katniss was the mockingjay, a slap in the face of the Capitol, something that was never meant to exist. Together, the song of the mockingbird that lived on for generations and the stubbornness of the jabberjay that refused to die, the mockingjay had the best of both worlds. It was a symbol of rebellion and unity.

[mockingjay-sings]

The mockingbird, the jabberjay and the mockingjay 🕊️ inspired by this post by @fromevertonow

[peeta-mellark]

THE HUNGER GAMES + SOTR QUOTE (2025) They became his family :')

[everlarking-always]

everlark + meaningful looks

[dandelionsunset1210]

Oh no. Oh god. Can you imagine recovering hijacked Peeta getting upset and blaming himself for almost killing Katniss?? To Haymitch.

[dandelionsunset1210]

(Unfortunately I could imagine it so now you all have to suffer with me!)

“Phone call for you, Mr. Abernathy.”

I awake with a start, hands empty of knives or bottles. I wish I had either. Or both, preferably.

On instinct I raise my head from the desk I was asleep on, glancing at the monitors. I don’t like when they’re quiet. Don’t much love when she’s singing either. It wakes up too many ghosts.

“Who is it?” I ask, remembering what woke me.

“The trauma center, sir,” the man says. Young man. One of Paylor’s guys.

I nod my thanks and take the phone. “Hey, kid.”

“Is she okay?” Peeta asks frantically.

“She’s fine,” I say.

I get closer to the monitor, carefully watch her until I see her breathing. She’s curled up in the middle of her bloodstained, bare mattress. Tiny, frail, but alive.

“I can’t hear the singing,” Peeta presses.

“She’s sleeping. Just like we ought to be.”

The boy’s quiet for a moment, until I hear him sniff and realize he’s crying.

“Every time I fall asleep it’s the same dream. I watch her take that pill and I can’t stop her. I’m always too late,” he whispers.

Gumdrops. Somehow, some way, it always comes back to the gumdrops, doesn’t it?

“It’s not real,” I tell him, feeling hollow. “You stopped her in time.”

“I know.” He takes a shaky breath. “You’re sure she’s just sleeping?”

“Hundred percent. She’s shivering,” I note.

“Can’t they get her a blanket or something?” Peeta asks pitifully.

“You know why they can’t,” I say. I sigh and turn away from the screen. “I’ll call your doctor in the morning, see if you can come for a field trip. Warm her up with some bread at least.”

“Thanks, Haymitch. Get some sleep,” he says.

“You, too.”

I bring the phone back to the guard and order a bottle of wine from the kitchen. The most I’m allowed is one glass that arrives moments later, bloodred as the poison haunting mine and Peeta’s dreams.

I did it, I think numbly as I drain my glass. I stopped it. Are you happy now?

You’d think it’d feel better, achieving the goal that’s been keeping you alive over 25 years.

The girl’s not long for this world one way or another. Asterid’s visit the other day all but confirmed it. She gave me a letter for Katniss if she’s released. I said she could stick around, verdict’s due any day now and I imagine they’ll let her see her even if the charge is execution. Asterid didn’t seem to think her daughter would make it to the verdict at the rate she’s going.

Katniss has given up, plain and simple. If she goes, Peeta won’t be far behind. Whatever sanity he’s regained has been hanging by a thread. Then I’ll be alone again.

Let me join you, I silently plead with the bottom of my glass. I kept my promise, now let me find you in the next world.

I catch movement on the screen out of the corner of my eye. She’s awake, turning her head just enough to see the window. Not much to see, it’s the middle of the night. She lays her head back down, curling in on herself a little more to stay warm. Then the singing starts again.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore…

I’m standing now, staring at the screen…and I’m laughing. I can’t imagine Burdock would teach his girl this song. Then again, The Hanging Tree surprised me too. Or maybe Katniss is already so far gone that my beloved ghost is near enough to borrow her voice.

Whatever the cause, her message rings loud and clear: you’re not done yet.

Once again resigned to life, I make my way back to the guard with the phone. I’ll never stop feeding her gumdrops in my dreams, but if I work quick maybe I can get the boy a decent night’s sleep again.

“I need Plutarch on the phone. Now.”

I’m not done yet.