the mere fact that katniss and peeta's children are described as a dancing girl and a toddler with chubby legs is enough to disapprove any notion that these kids are not equally wanted by both of their parents. the girl is happy and the boy is fed.
if someone is personally uncomfortable with that ending, or the wording of it (but peeta wanted them so bad), i understand that probably nothing i'll say will remove the doubt from said person. and a part of that doubt comes from a good place - stories in which women don't eventually become mothers are rare. but considering katniss and peeta's characters and the hopeful tone of the epilogue, katniss being genuinely forced into motherhood is not something that makes sense to me.
katniss didn't have kids for peeta but because of him (but peeta says it will be okay. we have each other) and she needed him to make that a safe option for her. the fact that peeta is the one who starts the conversation is incredible for his character arc. his abusive relationship with his mom and his hijacking (!!!) are not going to make parenthood something he just gets to choose on a whim.
we don't know when exactly those 15 years start. i don't get the picture that he just begs her every day untill she gives in. i have a hard time believing that both of them didn't take this decision seriously and with great care. that peeta would ever be fine with having kids with someone who will resent them, especially after going through a similar experience himself. that katniss wouldn't just have one, but two children if they weren't a sentient choice.
if you understand what it takes to be a parent, and what it means to have children it will never not be a scary future. doesn't mean that future isn't the right one. how can anything, other than fearful joy exist for both katniss and peeta when this is the song with which their story ends.
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deep in the meadow, under willow
a bed of grass, a soft green pillow
lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
and when again they open, the sun will rise.
here it's safe, here it's warm
here the daises guard you from every harm
here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
here is a place where i love you.
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i'll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I'm afraid it could be taken away.
how is this not katniss loving her children and peeta. how does anything else fits.
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Why didn't anyone tell me that the background music for each of the divine beast 'dungeons' is S.O.S. in morse code that is then drowned out by S.A.D. instead!!!
Cause I was just listening to LoZ music while doing my homework, and now I'm bawling!
Like the S.O.S. in Vah Medoh is SO frantic and how much immediate danger and pain must Revali have been in to openly express being so scared and panicked!!!!!!!
And in Vah Ruta the S.O.S. starts relatively calm and then grows more and more and more desperate as the song goes on, and Mipha in no way deserved that kind of growing terror in her last moments!!!!!
And the rhythm of the S.O.S. calls in both Vah Naboris and Vah Rudania sound so resigned, as if both Urbosa and Daruk had accepted their fates before sending the calls
And listening to the songs you can hear each of the champions' final battles as they fight, desperately beg for help, and then are drowned out by the 'seek and destroy' message overriding their distress calls
And I'm now sobbing
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Handle with Love
TW: hints of smut, binge eating disorder (mentioned), body insecurities, misunderstandings, internalized fatphobia, flangst
The first and last time Steve calls Billy a wide load, it's said with a lazy smirk, his hands palming Billy's asscheeks.
"Well, you can watch this wide load walk away. Ain't worth a fucking black eye," Billy snarls. Smug dick doesn't need to know that he'll cry himself to sleep after stuffing his face, like always. Because he's fucking hungry. Starved for food, what it used to represent. His ma told him food had love in it, and the more love you put in, it goes to your sides. Called the squishy rolls on Billy's sides love handles. Now they're just rolls. Billy hasn't consumed love since he was ten years old. Never stopped him from searching. Hasn't done his body any favors.
"Are you... crying, Billy?"
He's so tired. Tired of the lies, the loneliness, the oscar worthy smiles-
"So what if I am?"
Steve's hairy hands brush his wet cheek. Billy stubbornly refuses to meet those cursed eyes. If doing so makes his double chin more apparent it's a risk he's willing to take.
"Shit, I'm sorry. For what it's worth, no one I've fucked has ever cum that fast."
Billy stares blankly. What?
"S nothing to be ashamed of. Kinda flattering actually."
"So when you said wide load..." Billy says slowly, his abdomen still tense. Has to be sure.
"What'd you think I meant?"
Billy lets out a harsh laugh, gesturing to the lingering effects of his incessant binging. Can't get any worse.
"I wouldn't..." Steve starts.
"Bull. King Steve, miss a chance to claim uncharted territory? Fuck the fatty, lead him on, just 'cause you're bored?" He's trembling now, bare gut quivering. Completely naked, a pink, disfigured display.
"You're a virgin?"
"That's what you took from what I said? I guess you finally found someone dumber than you, can't believe I fell for-"
Chapped lips press against the dome of his belly. Warmth fills his tight ribs.
Billy wants to look away, but King Steve's siren kisses lure him in. He wants those lips on his. Doesn't dare move an inch. Don't let this be a dream, let me have this-
Steve's mouth travels to iffy territory, the dreaded gathering of fat resting above his wide hips, cool saliva a contrast to Billy's hot stretched skin.
"H-Harrington, what're you doing?"
Steve looks up at him, two black holes wielding an unholy gravitational pull. No escape. Billy isn't sure he wants an out. Needs those eyes on him, and him only. "I love you," he says simply. He has no idea the whirlwind of emotions he's putting Billy through.
"You gonna kiss me or somethin'?" Billy whispers weakly. He's so damn weak for Steve. Maybe the only time he's not ashamed of being a coward. If this is the reward, he'll run away for the rest of his life.
"Got more ground to cover, first, bello." There's no mockery in his tone. He sounds kinda... excited at the idea? Another ingredient is present. Billy can't quite place it.
Steve rubs his thumbs up and down his muffin top. Billy whimpers.
"Are you okay?"
No.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Don't you dare.
"Why are you doing this?" Billy croaks, a lump forming in his throat.
"Putting aside the fact that I'm ass over fucking heels, I...I really like the way you look, and I want you to know that."
"You... like my blubber?" Billy can't help but snort disbelievingly.
"Fluff," Steve corrects, catching Billy's words before they swallow him whole and he drowns in his own tears.
"Fluff?" Billy repeats slowly, cocking his head in confusion.
"Yeah. Fluff. You don't like your body. That's okay. I'll smother you with love till you do."
Billy cracks a watery smile."Helluva promise, Harrington. Could take a lifetime."
"Good thing I'm following you, in every lifetime, then," Steve murmurs, fucking Artisan the way he shapes Billy's thorny crown into a pillow where he can lay his weary head to rest.
Billy finally gets what his mother meant. Steve is the missing ingredient, and he handles Billy with love, tracing each curve, swell, and dimple reverently.
He laughs to himself as Steve's magic thumbs knead his plush love handles. His mother would like Steve, he thinks, eyelids drooping.
I like him, too, Ma. I like him a lot.
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