NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (ILL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (I’LL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

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“Finnick.”

His name rings out again, echoing wetly off the cement walls around him, and Finnick shudders because he knows that voice.

When he cracks his eyes open, Annie Cresta is leaning over him.

Except it’s not actually Annie. Not in any way that matters at least. This version is too watery, far too washed out and faint to be his Annie. His Annie is vibrant and lovely and hopefully very very far from the Capitol right now. Finnick thinks rather morbidly that he must have lost a lot of blood if he’s hallucinating her already.

or,

Finnick Odair doesn't die in the sewers, but he still has a very rough time getting out of them.

me: i wonder why the ficknic still isn’t finished when it’s been *checks notes* 608 days since i first started writing it

also me: today i will make up some district four lore, and later i will make an odesta themed playlist, maybe after that i can make a complimentary pinterest board, and then-

there’s a really beautiful scene in the tbosas movie when maude ivory gathers some katniss and gives it to lucy gray and lucy gray says that it’s too early for katniss. and she just means that it’s not the season to be picking it, but it’s such a sweet nod to katniss herself like - it’s not her time yet, it’s too early, but there will be a time for her too :’)

I absolutely LOVE your hozier songs titled fics, the combination of two things that I adore

awww!! thank you so much! yes i love hozier sm too! my next mission is figuring out how to work a noah kahan lyric into a title :))

hi just wanted to drop some love and good thoughts with you!!

aww hello thank you, sending some right back atcha!

this has been said before in a myriad of ways but i have to say it again. i am obsessed with how his traitor’s ass thought he won, he genuinely believed he’d wiped their memory from the face of the earth as if they’d never existed. only to watch a fierce, unlikeable misfit of a girl sprinkle flowers like precious breadcrumbs over a fallen tribute’s body in compassion, to honor their life in the midst of bloodshed. only for her to inspire rebellion with the very song he thought he’d silenced forever. only for her lover, a kind boy with a perchance for performing for & winning over the crowds, to possess a goodness so true that nothing could poison & weaponize him, not for long, not for good. retribution did come for coriolanus snow. sejanus & lucy gray & the districts were avenged tenfold & i fucking love that his doom & destruction was wrought by two children unknowingly carrying their ghosts.