“sotr Is Mid Because You Already Know How It Ends” Shut The Fuck Up, The Point Of The Book Is That

get him

my fav thing about sunrise on the reaping was when haymitch was like yeah caeser i'm a lone wolf 😏 i'm with the newcomers but i'm not WITH the newcomers, yknow? they call me a rascal. a rebel against the gamemasters. I scored a ONE and that is a THREAT. you do not want to mess with me 🙅

cut to him with like 20 kids following him around like ducklings, him hiding in his t-shirt, him letting a bunny guide him to safety because it reminded him of his girlfriend, and him making nightlights out of potatoes.

Queue Marinette trying to help “both” of them to figure out their gender :3c

Next part ^-^

woah. jonathan.

I have completed another crochet monstrosity

a safer place, in a softer earth

Sacred Bodies - VER

Full cloth binding with paper onlay

Again many thanks @sticksandsharks for the kind permission to bind this work.

Materials used

Case Boards - grey board 1mm Spine stiffener - cardstock Covering material - book cloth (pigeon grey) Paper onlay - chiyogami paper title - gold foil (hot stamped)

Inner book Text block - Schleipen fly 05 (115gsm) Endpapers - coffee paper (120gsm) Endbands - linnen core (10/3) and chiyogami paper

Format: ~ 9,8cm x 14,2cm

See WIP pictures here

Thinking about Maysilee Donner. A girl who refused to let the Capitol dehumanize her. A girl who wanted to die with dignity, without begging for her life, because that mattered to her. Who set up a place setting with napkins and forks in the middle of the arena because she is a human being. Who loved jewelry and fashion and believed that her appearance sends a message about who she is, and who wanted that message to be respectable, dignified, worth something.

Thinking about Maysilee Donner who was unafraid to slap the woman who pulled her name in the reaping and who threw clever insults towards anyone who provoked her, no matter who they were. Maysilee Donner who believed human dignity is inherent but respect is earned and who refused to give respect to those who did not deserve it.

Maysilee Donner whose father threw money at the reaping stage as if that could save her, and the money floated to the ground just like the confetti, meaningless paper that signified nothing when placed against the power of the Capitol. Whose privilege could not save her. Who recognized that reality and faced it with more fortitude than any person should ever have to display. Maysilee Donner.

A little sketch of Jon which I made while listening to MAG 52