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Totally agree. Not to mention the fact that Katniss wasn't trying to be the face of a rebellion, it just kind of happened to her. The biggest difference I noticed between THG and SOTR is that Haymitch was trying to end the games and actively rebel while Katniss would love that to happen but is primarily focused on the survival of herself and her family.

Katniss accidentally became the face of a revolution through a mixture of her natural reactions to her situation being publicized and the orchestration of those that have been behind the rebellion for decades.

It is not a teenage girl saves the world story it is a teenage girl becomes propaganda story.

Suzanne Collin’s just said fuck you to everyone who’s ever critiqued the Hunger Games as being a “teen girl saves the day” story. She said oh, Mockingjay didn’t make it clear enough? Here’s a book about how people have been rebelling for decades only to have their efforts suppressed and propagandized. Rebellion takes time and it takes failure and Katniss may have been the spark that ignited the wildfire but she did so standing atop the doused flames of everyone who came before her.

I know it' been done but I just realized how Lucy Gray coded Silver Springs is and I'm obsessed

I just started reading Sunrise on the Reaping and I've had some initial thoughts

Bear in mind this may change as I read further...

So one of my friends started reading Sunrise on the Reaping and said she doesn't like it because it feels like there are too many call backs to other parts of the series that feel gimmicky and like they are catering to fans. Partially, I agree. Especially with Lenore Dove being covey. The amount it's mentioned feels a little gimmicky but it also serves a purpose in that it answers questions the readers had about what happened to these people.

Similarly the inclusion of characters that we see or hear about in the original trilogy serves the function of answering readers questions. I also think that because we know what happens to these characters it shows that Haymitch had a similar upbringing and could just as easily have ended up with a similar future to them.

What is truly tragic about this novel is that while you can see how the young Haymitch we are presented with becomes the Haymitch we know, we can also imagine all the other paths his life could have taken.

Quite similar to how Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes offers alternatives foe who Coriolanus could have been. It shows that Snow was presented with choices and ultimately chose power over everything else. For Snow the key word is choice. To some extent Haymitch has less agency but to another extent his story is about choices of when to rebel and when to stay quiet.

Society if we gave James MacAvoy and Michael Fassbender full creative control over Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr so they could make their Cherik fishing roadtrip romcom

if you listen to Unwrittwn by Natasha Bedingfield while thinking about the assignment you haven't started it goes from a serenity song to a stress song.

Watching Daisy Jones and the Six gives me extreme bi panic. Suki Waterhouse (specifically as Karen Sirko) makes me gayer whilst Sam Claflin makes me straighter.

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i have to defend fictional women who aren't good people because if i don't who else will

Death comes for us all but death cums for Agatha lol

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.07 Death's Hand in Mine

can someone who knows how to make edits make an agathario edit to Rio by Duran Duran?

why isn't it socially acceptable to hit on people in a university library? Was it? Is it? Like I know we're all here to do work or whatever but like what a meet cute. And you find someone that cares enough about school/career to be there in the first place but is relaxed enough to take a break and ask you out? Yes please!

“Gosh, you really are a Maximoff. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.”

- Agatha Harkness

my ducks are not in a row but they are all wandering in vaguely the same direction

SOS by ABBA is insanely Cherik coded.

"I've tried to reach for you but you have closed your mind" I know it's low hanging fruit but it fits so perfectly!

Not sure if this is true, but I fell like as kids everyone had a strong desire to ride on the baggage belts at the airport and see what was behind that ominous black curtain the bags come out of

All these anti-woke people complaining about Agatha All Along being the gayest Marvel project ever are wrong.

First Class, Days of Future Past, and Apocalypse were the gayest Marvel projects ever.

Healing isn't always linear, sometimes it's cherik fanfiction

I forget x-men first class is an action/sci-fi film and not a rom-com

Just re-watched X-Men first class. How come no one talks about the fact that Erik walks past Hank injecting a needle into Ravens arm and simply says "kinky"

Like that scene is actually so funny

Yas💅🏻

Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

Sanfrancisco

The Bay Bridge and Big dreams 

She first glimpsed all those years ago

The dreams she’d have years from then

It’d be impossible to know

The way the water shimmered from all the brilliant light

Her heart fluttered like it would years from then

With her restlessness and will to fight

The cool breeze, the midnight air, the miraculous breathless delight

All the things she feels, and forgets are from that night

That night in San Francisco where all dreams could come true

After all she was very young and therefore hardly knew

She hardly knew of the world, of her own desire to explore

Her ambitions still a mystery, her heart not strong enough to roar 

She keeps on going day to day

To achieve her dreams, come what may

The dreams she felt but could not see all those years ago

Her big dreams from the Bay Bridge that night in San Francisco

When a dictator and a revolutionary fall in love (a poem)

She's fiery, she's passionate. To him that's hot. She's smart and stimulating She has big bold dreams.

He doesn't mind. He's a benevolent dictator after all. And he needs an impressive left hand at his side.

He's charming and exciting. To her that's hot. He's intelligent and funny He has a remarkable power to understand and sway people.

She doesn't mind. He's only a benevolent dictator after all (how dangerous is that?) She needs a powerful personality to build support for the revolution.

She is idealism. He is reality. Both are brilliant...in opposite realms. After sex, laughter, and stimulating conversation, this looks like balance. Like shared goals.

Until she wants to destroy the world order and he wants to rule it.

As agendas shift they strain each other. He won't back her radical schemes. She won't fall in line with his regime.

They tried to break it off like diplomats, but alas neither of them were. They're a dictator and a revolutionary. Natural enemies, no matter how similar.

There was a spark, there was a flame and they thought they were fighting their battles together. But when it all went up in smoke they look up and saw the bombs they launched at each other.

A poem

I'm going to hate you

I'm going to love you

I'm going to want to kiss, marry and kill you

I'm going to want to hug you

I'm going to want to hurt you

But most importantly. .

I'm never going to need you

On the Benefits and Pitfalls of Living Through Fantasy

For me, life is like a movie. I can always see its narrative arc. I can always see my character archetype. Narrative arcs tend to have limited options, so you try to spot the ending. You try to find who the other main characters are and guess where your story will take you. You try to spot the heroes, villains, love interests and comic relief of your life. You try to spot where you play these roles for others.

In short, you live in a world of fantasy. This can be both the best and worst thing for your life.

On one hand you can live life with the reassurance that the story will finish. You can see how the trials you face can motivate your character arc and enhance your story. However, once you feel you've completed an arc, you feel a bit empty. Life works in installments of plot for you (series, novels, episodes, etc). When you complete an arc you get into a rut and you have no reassurance it's going anywhere until a new plot unfolds. You get scared you could be stuck like this forever.

When you live in a world of fantasy there is always somewhere to escape to. Always your vision of how it could go differently, a fantastical plot of another universe, a made-up romance, or a wild adventure. But you know this isn't real. The discrepancy between fantasy and reality can often be confusing, jarring, and misleading.

Of course sometimes it helps to go through life as if the fantasy is the reality. To go through life thinking you deserve all the good things, that you are learning through your own adventure. It's a great way to think about yourself. It's how you think about others that becomes the problem.

Who did you unfairly cast as a villain? What when the happily ever after you expected doesn't come? How about when you lose someone you were hoping would be a main character?

I am constantly tortured and comforted by the fantasy I surround myself with. Of course I could say the same about my reality.

Smart Kids (a poem)

Special, gifted, going places... That's what they tell you.

And when there are test scores and reading levels to see how you compare, you start to believe it.

Your friends treat you like a genius and you pretend not to care. But as the class size grows the spotlight is to share.

And as the arbitrary markers begin to disappear, you start to wonder... it fills you with fear. How your genius is no longer recognized by your peers.

You are simply another person. With strengths and weaknesses like anyone else. You are not special or smart, If anything you're idiotic and overemotional.

When the common markers of success begin to flea your talent diminishes. your accomplishments seems mall as a pea.

You realize you were one of many "smart kids" in the class. You realize that your superiority was never meant to last.