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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I will always be proud of this work
I felt there wasn't enough mom!katniss fanart so I made some 🤲🏼
digital artists you have my utmost respect how do you do it
also don't look at the background stay focused
Do you think Annie will re-marry or stay single untill she reunite with Finnick in after life?
I personally don’t have a preference either way. On the one hand, she is definitely allowed to move on and find love again with someone else, and deserves that kind of happiness if she wants it. But on the other, I don’t think she has to, because one doesn’t necessarily need romantic love to have a worthwhile and fulfilling life. She has her son, and probably also a whole community and other relatives that we don’t know about, since we barely know anything about Annie in the books. Whether she finds love again after Finnick or not is really up to interpretation. I will admit however, that there is something morbidly romantic about them reuniting again in the afterlife, with him as her soulmate and one and only true love. That can be a very sad thought however.
the inside story . . .
Your daily dandelion
"They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs."
Happy belated mother's day to Katniss Everdeen.
commissions open! And I still have 3 sale slots left!
Everlark at the end of THG will always break my heart.
The part where Peeta stops to pick wildflowers for Katniss (such a sweet gesture (he saw something pretty and thought Katniss should have it)). They finally speak privately and Katniss admits it was (mostly) an act, she clutches the flowers tightly.
In that moment she’s trying to hold onto to Peeta. But he’s asking questions she doesn’t know how to answer.
Afterwards, she already misses him and dreads the moment she has to let go of his hand!!
“When the war is over, if we’ve won, Peeta will be pardoned.” Dead silence. I feel Gale’s body tense. I guess I should have told him before, but I wasn’t sure how he’d respond. Not when it involved Peeta.
inspired by this
I will gladly be a dandelion. Have you not seen how their happy, little heads break through the soil as though they weren't just mowed down and told, "you can't grow here." Perhaps the things that we've named weeds, are wildflowers dressed in absolute resilience. ~ Ullie Kaye Poetry
Sending a big plate of cheese buns to the birthday girl today. Happy birthday, Katniss! 💚🏹
The Sunset Castle by thesweetnessofspring
Rated T
If it had not stormed on a certain March morning, Peeta Mellark's whole life would have been entirely different. Peeta Mellark, twenty-nine and unwanted, lives under the control of his family: dependent on his oldest brother for his livelihood, in the shadow of his handsome older brother, and bearing the insults and hands of his mother. But then he learns that he has at most one year to live and he refuses to spend it like he has for the past twenty-nine. He begins keeping company with the drunken district handyman, his sick ward, and the mysterious forest woman, Katniss Everdeen, while he lives out his sunset in all the colors he can find. Based on L.M. Montgomery's The Blue Castle.
Chapter One
If it had not stormed on a certain March morning, Peeta Mellark's whole life would have been entirely different. He would have gone, with the rest of his family, to Aunt and Uncle Cartwright's engagement picnic and the doctor's office should have continued to have power. But it did storm and you shall read what happened because of it.
Peeta awoke in the early morning when others slept their deepest, having spent the past several hours tossing and turning without a wink of rest. Usually, such sleepless nights did not trouble him. When that happened, he simply went into his Sunset Castle. Once as a young child, he had seen a Capitol program where a third son won the hand of a princess with the help of a clever cat in boots, and in the end he and his bride lived together in a castle with the sun setting in oranges and golds into their happily ever after. For years when his mother hit him or compared him to his older brother or he had to wear ill-fitting faded t-shirts or a girl turned him down to be "just friends" while giving a glance at his prosthetic, he would find solace in his Sunset Castle. There he had true friends, men and women dressed in the elegant gowns and suits while he himself wore a fitted suit and his curls smoothed over his brow. In the castle they had games, humor, dancing, and laughter.
Peeta also had lovers—one at a time, of course. They tended to fade from one into the other, never dying, but changing as he did as well. As a boy of ten, he gave adoration to a girl with long, curly blonde hair and green eyes who enjoyed playing tag and checkers. At fifteen, she had dark hair and eyes and pale skin and wrote poetry from the agony of her soul. At twenty, she was tall with silky mahogony skin and a wide smile and danced with him more than all the others. And recently, he found his lover had dark hair in a braid, gray eyes, and a smile that was worth winning away from her typical scowl.
But today, his twenty-ninth birthday, his Sunset Castle had shut its doors, darkness coming around him both in reality and his dreams.
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***gif of luke grimes by @stannyramirez and as a reminder canva glitches it when i download the banner, so that's not on the gifmaker. rain gif is from canva.
happy goddamn #everlarkweek2026 to everyone, especially whatever stylist/director put a dandelion in his robe and that bird on his hand 🙌
katniss when she wakes up after the beach scene is my favorite:
"i'm in the hunger games and i am constantly in danger and there are feral animals (and humans) hunting me down and the president wants me dead, but... peeta's here... so maybe that makes it a little okay."
“so, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck”
🤝
“when i wake, i have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with peeta.”
… or our two protagonists being so deliriously in love with each other they can find happiness in the middle of a death match
you know what? fuck it *reads the fanfic I spent hours writing for my own enjoyment*
if you’re not rereading your own 3yo one-shots every once in a while so you can shake your head at the ao3 tab and mutter god i’m fucking funny then what are we even doing all this work for?
The real problem with books-turned-movies isn’t “omg they didn’t include every single word in the book” it’s “omg they completely overlooked the main theme, threw out any significant allegories, took away all the emotional pull, an turned it into a boring action movie with a love triangle in it”
You can say Hunger Games it’s ok.
You're everlaked when you never stop being everlarked.