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diddlesnap · 18 days
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The Hunger Games but make it an early 2000s shoujo manga
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ikosburneraccount · 3 months
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needa see peeta and kai having a charm off
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boybreaded · 3 months
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ooc:
someone on tiktok: 12s reapings were rigged including peeta's and here's why
that same someone on tiktok: spends the entire tiktok talking about lucy grey, haymitch, and katniss and does not explain how peeta fits into the "rigging" theory beyond "he's someone to root for"
me: im gonna need more than that sweetheart
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anonwritersposts · 1 year
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Rereading Mockingjay. The actual shock of Gale still believing he has a chance is delusional 🤡
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mupfinsmiley · 4 months
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Reading Goals for 2024
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Damn, I haven't read in a long while ... I mean I do read everyday. I read for uni and papers and essays but I rarely read for myself. It's a tragedy, really.
I used to read so much as a child. Under the blankets, hidden away from the world. But now I don't anymore. I don't have time. Or I am tired. Chose your fighter, I guess.
So I recently picked up the Hunger Games Books. I had never read them as a young girl. I was too busy not being like other girls. So when I talked to a friend in Italian class about hobbies and reading and our struggles with staying engaged readers as adults, we also got talking about our reading habits as children. And she told me about how she loved to read those books. Funnily enough I had fallen into a Hunger Games Video Essay Rabbit Hole just days before so it felt like fate.
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Long story short: i have devoured The Hunger Games and Catching Fire and am now on Mockingjay. One could say I have cought fire. And I want to keep that fire going in the new year.
First off: I made a goodreads (yay! So many years late) so if you want to check that out, follow this link: https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/173488149?ref=nav_profile_l There's not a lot on there so far. Really. I need to fill in the profile. But I am mainly doing this to keep up with what I've read and books that seem interesting to me.
Goodreads is also ... a lot. It's very hard to navigate so right now I am focussing on setting up my profile. If you have tips on how to connect to people on goodreads please let me know!
I've set a goal of reading 20 books this year. That's not a lot. But I need to overcome the idea that I need to feel guilty about that. It's a small and achievable goal which is exactly why I have set it this low.
Goal-Setting can become very overwhelming to me. If I set what I want to achieve too high, I cannot bear the load and I will give up halfway through. So I am learning how to enjoy an old hobby again and I think this is a good way.
So if you want to connect with me over books, let me know! I am taking recommendations. But I got to say I am just now figuring out what I still like again so I may not follow those recommendations.
So for now I am finishing two books:
Mockingjay (Suzanne Collins) - ca. 10% done Nothing But Blackened Teeth (Cassandra Khaw) - Halfway Through I ordered the latter in the last year and started reading. It's not long and I like the descriptions of the house and the hauntings but apart from that there's not a lot going on. I can share a full review once I am through.
And I am listening to an audiobook of The Vampire Lestat (Anne Rice) which will obviously take me some time to finish. But it is a nice thing to listen to while I study or work.
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caruliaa · 9 months
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maybe i will like him in the later eps he appears in more but at least based on thee first ep abt him i. do not like jet atm 😭😭 like im sorry but he is infact. giving gale !!
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phefics · 4 months
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i love your stuff so much your blog is my new fave place 😭😭
can you do finnick x victor!reader headcanons but like after the rebellion and stuff? i know it’s vague so i understand if you don’t do it :)
omg thank you that’s so sweet!!! ❤️
i think like in canon, finnick would marry you during the rebellion — yes, it makes a good spectacle of the two of you, rubbing your joy in the capitol’s faces, but he also refuses to possibly die without marrying you
in this au, he does not die though — maybe he gets a bad injury from the mutts, but he has survived plenty of injuries before and he’ll recover
finnick has had everything stolen from him by the capitol, so i think like katniss, he doesn’t want to stick around and help rebuild — he just wants to be free
you two move to the outskirts of what was once district four, a beautiful beach with a cabin and a boat and a gorgeous view
finnick catches most of your food from the sea, combs the beach for beautiful shells and pearls to gift you, and swims for hours, coming back with wet hair and sunkissed skin
if you want children, finnick would gladly give you as many as you wanted — without the games, he has no reason to fear bringing a baby into the world and he would teach them everything about the ocean
you keep in touch with the other victors, your friends — johanna, annie, katniss, peeta, haymitch and once things in the government have settled, maybe you even invite them over or visit them
you both still suffer from nightmares but you are always there to comfort one another
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peetaspearls · 5 months
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my tears ricochet
pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader
warnings: mentions of abuse
a/n: i’m back!! i’m so sorry for my absence 💔 i’ve lost a very dear person in my life and just needed a break. but i’m back to writing and i COMPLETELY 180’d my blog 😭 i realized that i love love LOVE fluff & angst, and smut is just.. there 😇. i really hope y’all don’t leave me </3 anyway, enjoy this short, bittersweet fic :,)
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“peeta! peeta?!” you ran through the forest, shouting your fiancé’s name as loud as you possibly could. the quarter quell was brutal. way more brutal than the 74th games but you had no choice in this matter. you had to play and so did peeta. and now you found yourself running in the arena, searching for him after he got lost looking for food.
“peeta, please!” you yell as you feel tears swelling in the corners of your eyes.
just then, you hear a mockingjay’s cry. it tunes out the notes of peeta’s favorite song - the hanging tree. you sigh a sigh of relief, letting yourself ease up. he was alive. and you were going to find him no matter what.
after a few minutes, you approached the beach where you could see the cornucopia. there he was, sitting on the shore.
“peeta?” you let out a soft whimper, barely audible. peeta immediately turns around and stands up. he runs up to you, embracing you in a tight hug.
“thank god, you’re alright,” he whispers into the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you missed this loser so much it pained you.
“are you okay?” you pull away from him and start checking for any wounds.
“i’m fine, honey,” he didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth, until you looked up at him and blinked.
“what did you just call me?” you chuckle, your cheeks flushing a strawberry red.
“i- uh.. you..” he mumbled quietly as his eyes widened. you adored that about him - his inability to control himself around you. you brush your fingers against his bicep and he winces. you look down and see a huge, fresh wound. you look into his eyes with worry.
“thought you wouldn’t notice that,” he chuckles.
you were sitting near the water, fixing up his arm. the whole time he was admiring you. your damp hair framing your face perfectly, your lips slightly parted and your chest rising up and down as you took long breaths. you felt his eyes on you but you didn’t care. you knew he was staring and that made you blush like crazy. thank god he didn’t see your cheeks.
“done,” you mumble and put the lid back on the bottle of cream haymitch sent you. you finally looked up at peeta and caught his glare. his dark brown eyes were shining in the sunlight. he was just simply beautiful. then you noticed him tear up. you scrunched your brows, taking his hand in yours.
“peeta?” you call out his name, looking into his chocolate eyes.
“only one of us will live,” he whispers and starts crying. your heart drops as the words come out of his mouth. you place your hand on his cheek, making him look at you.
“they let us both win last year, peeta. they.. they have to let us win together again. if they don’t, it’ll place the whole capitol abla-“
“i’m not gonna let you lose,” he interrupts you, “i’m going to let them kill me so you could live.”
your eyes swell up with tears as you feel your throat clog up. you shake your head and close your eyes, standing up. you knew they wouldn’t let you both die, so they have only one choice - letting you both live. peeta stood up and walked over to you as you stared out at the water.
“you know damn well that i won’t let you die,” you sternly say and don’t dare to look at him, because you know you’d start crying.
“and i’m not going to let you die either. you have a family to get back to, honey, and i have a mother who beats me,” he adds and rubs your back.
“peeta, you are my family!” you yell, startling him and yourself in the process, “i won’t let you sacrifice yourself. not when we’re this fucking close to winning against snow,” you say, quieter this time.
“i know, i know..” he mumbles and hugs you, as you start crying into his neck. you wrap your arms around him and silently sob.
“we’ll get out of this alive, the both of us,” peeta reassures you, not being sure of the fact he just stated.
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sleepyhutcherson · 2 months
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those eyes, that mouth
peeta bakes you cinnamon rolls but can’t fight the urge to feed you…
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pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader
word count: 1.2k
contains: food play… not sure if it counts? established relationship, fluff, reader is feeling down at the beginning but yk nothing really mentioned, not necessarily nsfw but he feeds you and has you suck the frosting from his fingers… lol.
a/n: have this short thing i wrote whilee i struggle getting to my requests aaannd part two of know it’s for the better <33 alsoo first time writing for peeta!! i feel like this blog is mostly mike and derek but istg i have a lot of requests for more jhutch characters so i’ll be bringing in more josh futterman and billy content !!!
You weren’t feeling too well, Peeta had noticed the frown on your face the moment you woke up. He pulled you closer to him, your eyes meeting his as the early sun cleared Peeta’s usual brown eyes to a tender hazel tone. “What’s wrong, honey?” He asks, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand.
Honestly? You weren’t sure what was wrong, you woke up with a heavy feeling in your chest, a familiar sadness weighing down on you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Peeta’s exposed neck, you hear him giggle softly at your actions. “I don’t know,” your words are muffled against his warm, precious skin. “I just feel a little down.” You admit with a bit of shame.
Peeta continues to rub your bare back comfortingly, his chin resting above your head. “Do you want to stay in bed a little longer?” He asks, his tone soft.
You nod a little, peppering a few small kisses on his neck—your way of thanking him for understanding. He stays with you, humming some made up tune to fill the silence in your shared bedroom, rubbing your back Right as you were drifting back to sleep you felt him pull away, a small whine escaping your lips making him chuckle softly.
“Please don’t go,” you mumble, half asleep. You don’t have enough strength or energy to pull him back down so he’s up before you know it. He pulls on a pair of pyjama pants and a white t-shirt, all while staring down at the lovely sight of you trying to stay awake, your eyes half lidded. You were so adorable.
He leans down, planting a loving kiss on your forehead all while smiling. “I’ll be back,” he whispers, assuring you even if you already passed out.
You wake up hours later to a rainy scenery outside, droplets of water hitting your bedroom window threateningly. You can’t help but feel a strange comfort in the gloomy weather; oddly enough, you were feeling just a little better—well, better than you were feeling in the morning. You took notice of the extra blankets that you were tangled up in, you smiled knowing Peeta had draped them over you sometime while you were asleep.
“Feeling better?” Your head perks up at his voice, you could practically hear the smile in his words. You sit up and you’re greeted with a lovely sight: a smiley Peeta wearing a dark brown knitted jumper, a smudge of—what you assume is—flour on his forehead and a warm scent of cinnamon following him in. Your eyes follow down to a porcelain plate in his hands with a freshly made cinnamon roll, your stomach growls at the sight.
You nod. “Much better,” you reply, ogling the pastry.
“Eyes up here,” he teases, but there’s something so demanding about his tone—even if it’s lathered with his usual gentle tone—it’s difficult not to find it hot. You meet his eyes and he smiles with satisfaction, making his way towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. He sets the plate down at the night stand, his hands free to caress your face, holding you so delicately. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
He rubs your cheek with his thumb, his eyes taking the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him, so precious. You could see it in his eyes alone just how much he loved you. A shade of pink tints your cheeks feeling flustered by having Peeta’s eyes on you for this long. He was taking his time, as he always did when it came to admiring your beauty. “Those eyes…” he whispers, his eyes boring into yours, “such pretty eyes.”
You feel suddenly shy at his compliment, ducking your head slightly, trying to hide the deeper shade of pink you probably are now. He lifts your head up to look at him, his pointer under your chin as he gently forces you to meet his eyes. “Hungry?” He asks, his eyes trailing down to your lips with such hunger. You nod, too overstimulated to use your words now.
He reached for the cinnamon roll, he knew how much you loved the warm bun, especially when it was made by him. He holds it there for you, there’s no fork, he glances up at you and you see this sudden lust in his eyes…a small smirk on his lips. He sets the plate down between you two, his hands reaching down to rip a piece of the warm bread for you. It’s warm and sticky against his fingers, he brings it up to your lips, holding it just a few inches away from you. “Open,” he instructs, trying to keep a stern tone. You do as told, slightly opening your mouth, and he nearly melts at the sight. “Oh, that mouth…” he says breathlessly. He feeds you the tasty roll, watching you slowly eat it and it’s such a gorgeous sight seeing you eat.
Once you’ve swallowed the small piece he brings up the whole cinnamon roll up to you, you giggle softly. “Big bite,” he whispers with an eagerness to his tone you can’t miss. You slowly inch closer to him, looking up at him as you gradually take a bite of the cinnamon roll all while keeping your pretty eyes interlocked with his. He lets out a pathetic moan at the mere sight.
You giggle softly, chewing on the chunk you bit off. Peeta reaches up to wipe the bit of frosting off from the corner of your lips. Then an idea occurs to him.
With his pointer finger and his middle he dips the two into the middle of the cinnamon roll, the white glaze coating his long fingers. He makes sure to get enough on them—enough to keep your mouth on his fingers for long. You watch him with hunger, wanting his fingers in your mouth now so desperately.
His fingers come up to your lips, moving his digits covered in the sweet icing around your lips, swiping them slowly. Your lips are now covered and Peeta can’t help but think of how similar the white glaze looks like…
“Open, sweetheart.” He commands eagerly, so mesmerised by the sight of you. You do as told, parting your lips, giving him access to your mouth.
His fingers enter your mouth, the icing tasting so good on your tongue or maybe it was Peeta’s fingers. Your eyes are locked with his as your lips wrap around his fingers, a grin on his face. “Suck,” he says more sternly now and you obide sucking all the sweet icing from his perfectly long fingers, lewd sounds filling the room now and fuck does Peeta almost get off from the sight alone. “So good,” he moans breathlessly as you continue to work your mouth on his fingers, attempting to clean them off from the stickiness.
You pull away with a pop! sound that makes Peeta weak. He pulls you in immediately craving your lips—a taste of you. His hands are pressed up at the sides of you face, crashing his lips into yours with a force he’s never really used before but God was he so fucking hungry for you right now. He tastes the glaze on your lips, the desire and lust all over your mouth.
“Mm’you taste so good, sweetheart.”
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ahhnini · 2 months
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Finnick HC’s: life after the second rebellion with you <3
as an apology for last angst, he’s alive now!
afab! reader
contains: fluff
not proofread!
if you do like this, please reblog! likes are great, but reblogs help to grow my blog! thank you so much for supporting!
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more heart to heart conversations, he opens up to you more, and vice versa
still so overprotective
“don’t go in the ocean, stay there” “finnick, i know how to swim i did it in the ga-” “i don’t care.”
living a peaceful life along the coast
in a little boathouse that finnick makes (that man is totally capable of constructing a fully functioning house)
like katniss and peeta, it takes a while for you two to overcome your traumas
but you overcome them together
days where you two just sit on the sand and look up at the sky, not really talking, just enjoying each other’s company
the sky is clear, so you two see all the constellations at night
finnick fishing using his trident (and being shirtless while doing so-)
visiting the other victors almost every week to check up on them (group therapy)
+ babysitting katniss and peeta’s kids
finnick being over the moon when he sees you being so good with kids
him falling in love with you all over again
THE BEACH DATES
it was one of those days where you were feeling down, the pressure of the world on your shoulders
finnick was gone for practically the whole day, without telling you where he went
you sighed, sinking deeper into your bed, falling asleep, hoping the day would pass quick enough
a couple of hours later, you hear the door open, and finnick stands at the foot of your bed, smiling
“I have a surprise for you.”
you get up, dragging your feet along the aged wood of your home, stepping outside, where the sun is shining bright
“finnick, why’d you bring me out?”
“turn around”
you see a blanket laid out, and a wicker basket holding it down, keeping it from swaying with the breeze
“surprise!”
your heart melts
as you two sit down on the blanket, finnick opens the basket, revealing all of your favorite foods, and new foods you haven’t gotten to try yet
now it was your turn to fall in love with him again
time passes by, and its now sunset
you and finnick clean up, you two both full from the food he prepared
it was now nighttime, and you two are laying down on your shared bed
you think about the memories you made with finnick
you start to realize something
you weren’t thinking about the memories from the Games anymore
something that haunted you every night
instead, you thought about finnick, your friends, your loved ones
you smiled to yourself and turned around to see finnick, his arms wrapped around your waist, snoring lightly
yeah, you could get used to this
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http-finnick · 1 year
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𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞.
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finnick odair x fem!reader
summary: finnicks pov on how the capitol tortured and used you while he stands useless in district 13. once saved, he quickly realizes you aren't the same.
request: i just discovered your blog! It came up in the stuff Tumblr thinks I might like! Finnick seeing the broadcasts of the reader and Peeta. The rescue scene where they reunite. But reader wasn't tortured with Finnick, like lPeeta was with katniss. Sad and the reader having to get used to life again. Finnick almsot crying bc she jumps at loud noises, flinches. And at first she can't handle being touched. At all. Like they hold hands after a week.
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a week ago I saw you on the tv. you weren't in your mother's dress getting reaped, you weren't fighting for your life in the arena. you were perfectly put together as you begged me to stop something you would die for.
I sat silently in the dining hall as people raged and threw insults at the seemingly disgusting capitol-loving traitors but I sat there knowing that you were being tortured. you are going through hell and there is nothing I can do about it.
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I was in my pure white room as I rubbed my dry eyes to the new lighting, blurred vision, and ringing ears making out nothing until I hear
"They found her"
They found her? what, is she dead? did they find a body? did the capitol realize they didn't need her anymore and strung her up as a warning to others? caught and killed. know your place.
of course, dead or alive I fell out of bed and followed who I found out to be katniss, pure white walls and pure white tiles are all my eyes see until we stopped at a room and katniss turns to me.
"look, she's been through hell. all of them have been..I- fuck, peeta hates me. just, keep your distance" she warns before walking off and I can't help but linger on the words keep your distance... she's been out of my reach for god knows how long and you want me to sit across from her watching my words? fuck no.
I open the door, adrenalin running high as step in and look up to see her
but she doesn't see me
she knows who I am I know that. but, her eyes, she doesn't...feel right around me...like I'm a stranger
I'm already feeling like tears are running down my face and I haven't even said hi yet
"Y/n" the words choke out as I stumble a few steps towards her, she flinches slightly and my heart shatters.
"Hi, finnick" her voice is hoarse, scared. she brings her knees up to her chest as she takes her busted lip into her mouth, rather sucking the blood of her wound than speaking to me
maybe katniss was right I think, grabbing a chair and sliding it over to her, taking a seat I grab the blanket of the bed and whisper "I'm so sorry" as tears pick and poke my glassy eyes
"me too"
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She's out of the hospital and I go to bed with her by my side, to wake up with it being empty.
shes been sleeping on the bathroom floor lately, the first time I found her there I thought she died.
she shakes and jumps when a door closes and doesn't let me touch her, even to console her when she's woken up from a nightmare. I feel tears run down my face when she lets me grab onto her hand for the first time in weeks.
so, when I tell you I cried. I cried as she cupped my face and brought her lips towards mine, soft as ever as she lays her head on my chest and whispers,
"I missed you, so badly"
"I missed you too"
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an: sorry this took so long! I had lots of fun writing from finnicks pov! it was quite the challenge to write about lost, found, and recovered all in one short drabble but I hope I did an alright job! i love you guys so much! mwah <3
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venuslore · 3 months
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hi my lil angel babies ! ᰔ
i truly can’t thank u all enough for the support and love shown my way, and for getting me to 1k again !! especially after moving blogs so much, but i swear this is the last time… probably.
as a thank u i thought i’d do a little celly — open until the 23rd of jan ! anyone is welcome to participate ( minors excluded ) so long as the rules are followed and ur following me !
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mysterycitrus · 4 months
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Hey there, Happy New Year! Sorry if this ask seems confusing.
I've really come to enjoy your blog as someone who is kind of new to navigating the world of comics and how to read them and you seem to be one of the people that's more vocal about all the fanon and canon differences and how that damages people's perception of characters. I'm just a bit confused in what you consider to be the difference of headcanons and fanon, I know fanon is a more of something that a big number of people believe, but if someone headcanons something that isn't covered in canon, would that be "bad" or fall on the fandom category?
Hope this doesn't sound mean or anything, I'm just a bit confused
hello!! welcome to batburger!!!!
wrt fanon vs canon my issue is this — parts of comic fandom are very vocal about not engaging with the source material. deciding what fanon is “good” vs “bad” isn’t the point because im not interested in policing peoples fandom experience. however there is a point where i don’t understand what exactly some people are fans of, because what they talk about is so disconnected from the original text.
imagine meeting a hunger games fan, and when u ask about their favourite movie or book, they instead tell u that they’ve never read or seen any part of the series, exclusively read fanfiction, and then inform u that they believe president snow is peeta’s grandfather and that actually haymitch was the authoritarian mastermind behind the hunger games. that doesn’t make any sense, and has no basis in canon. it’s a very extreme hypothetical, but i wouldn’t really take what they say about the hunger games seriously. it also reminds me a bit of the hp marauders fanworks that exist almost autonomously to the books (while still containing the same issues as said books).
most fanon enjoyers (and this is particularly pervasive with batfam fans) enjoy characters and relationships that simply do not exist. that alone isn’t a problem (crackships and headcanons have existed since ye olde star trek zine days) but the issue is that these fanon interpretations are loudly asserted as being the correct way to engage with the characters. i do not believe it should be controversial to prefer characters in their canonical text, or to ask why some fanon content is taken as gospel, especially when so much of it is racialised.
this lends into a wider trend where these headcanons are respected more than canon despite often being actively reductive, accidentally demeaning, or just plain bad faith interpretations. it’s much harder to combat the racism present in conversations about damian wayne when the people in question aren’t grant morrison or judd winick or scott snyder, but instead a nebulous group of people on twitter.
flatly, i encourage people to read the source material. there are a lot of comics, but googling ‘[literally any character] reading list’ has literally never been easier. start by consuming the movies or cartoons or films or shows or the one volume graphic novels, then pinpoint what u like and start from there. people are discouraged from reading comics — and they shouldn’t be!! especially for popular characters there are very accessible starting points!! u will find characters to love with rich history and lore!!!! support queer artists and artists of colour who are actively changing the industry!!! i guarantee that the fanon version of that male character u love is actually originally from a female character with a great miniseries written by greg rucka!!!!
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boybreaded · 5 months
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TEMPORARY PINNED
An independant and highly selective RP sideblog for Peeta Mellark of the Hunger Games series. Focusing on Peeta's version and viewpoint of events from childhood to his death. A study in child abuse, PTSD, torture, physical and invisible disabilities, dystopian society, knowing ones place and it being subverted, and the kindness that can survive all that.
faceclaim : Josh Hutcherson mobile links : rules , about , verses , headcanons mun :Bas, she/they , 29 , CST , @findablog ( sideblog hub that this blog is connected to ) contact :ask box, IMs ( no first ooc interactions here ), disc. ( for friends only ) trigger warnings: This blog will discuss topics of abuse, child abuse, mental abuse, PTSD, possession, monsters, gore, child murder and canon disabilities of a character among other things. If it is in THG I will have it here. I will try to tag things as they come up even if not mentioned explicitly here. All my trigger tags follow the pattern: tw: trigger topic. note: this blog is not spoiler free.
spoiler policy: As in my note I state that this blog is not spoiler free. I use the tags: tw: spoilers and tw: st spoilers.
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do you think Peeta makes a solid medium to large friend group after the war and what do you think they do together?
i think that Peeta makes various smaller friend groups. Him, Annie, and Johanna all check up on each other intermittently. They're all unbelievably important to each other and both Johanna and Peeta are active presences in Baby Odair's life. Johanna stopping by in 4 frequently with dangerous not mommy-blog approved gifts for him. Peeta and Katniss take him in frequently as he grows so that Annie can get some time to herself. On hard trigger days, they jump on a call together and lean on each other. Remind each other that they survived. That they are going to survive. And that they have each other. Peeta and Delly (and the handful of other surviving Merchant teens) all spend time together. They start a book club at the bakery but it's really just an excuse to get together. Not in an exclusionary way, it's just that they're all they have left of the childhood they knew. they all lost so much of their community, their neighbors, their friends - so they hold onto each other. Peeta also volunteers his time with the cleanup crews for District 12. So he makes friends with Thom and other Seam folk. He goes out for drinks with them at the "New Hob" after his shifts sometimes. They LOVE getting him to drink because man CANNOT HOLD HIS LIQOUR. They think it's HILARIOUS. Katniss has to come pick him up sometimes and he's crying because she's married and he's so jealous. "I'm married to you, you idiot" "Wait, really???? Is it serious??? Can I kiss you???" :: sigh :: "Thom, did you really need to give him that last shot?" "Absolutely, yes." And then, of course. There's his family. Haymitch, Sae (and her granddaughter), and Katniss. Peeta has so much love for Haymitch and Sae. He'd do anything for them. He helps Sae with all of her more strenuous house chores. Shovels snow for her, cleans her gutters, anything he can. He is devoted to her and is grateful to her for watching over Katniss. And he never fails to show her that gratitude until her dying day. He plays with Sae's granddaughter too. She keeps a running list of new animals that she's learning about and with every animal, Peeta lets her help him make sugar cookies shaped like that animal. It's her absolute favorite day of the week and it helps give Sae a rest day. It's more of a struggle with Haymitch but he does what he can. Helps out around the house, pays someone to keep Haymitch's house decent. Makes sure that he has at least one healthy meal a day. They always portion out their leftovers for him too. He also finds little projects to do with Haymitch where they can keep their hands busy and enjoy the silence of work. He helps Haymitch build the goose pen. He helps dig out a watering hole for them. Haymitch takes on woodworking and Peeta learns right along with him, just to have a way to bond. And then, of course, his absolute best friend, Buttercup. (I'm kidding, Katniss, although yes, him and Buttercup are annoyingly bonded to Katniss' consternation.) Of all of his circles. No circle is more precious to him then the love and friendship he builds with Katniss. Their home together is what he always wanted but never thought he'd have - peace.
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Everlark: The Classics #1
okay. so. I won't assume someone will remember my blog last year where I promised I will list down the everlark fics classics (in my opinion) for those whose new to the fandom and those who came back from the renaissance last year. Sooo, instead of having them compiled in a neat list, I will post them individually with a corresponding moodboard and small review (probably once a week? let's see)
With that said, I present you the one and only: Waterlily by HGRomance!
Published: 2013
Chapters: 18 | Complete
Waterlily is a modern AU where Peeta is an exchanged student spending a year in Panem Island, where he stays at Katniss' village and his host family. I won't spoil it for those who never encountered this masterpiece but the whole build up of their relationship is an interesting dynamic that sets it apart from other fanfics I read.
The setting alone makes it unique from the rest. Islands, rural seam community, beaches, then boom a sudden white boy coming in the picture. The way this fic entangles and straightens the everlark HEA is such a fun read especially the added character of Katniss' here. (I'm dying to spoil it lol). The writing is poetic, as always, if you're a fan of HGR's works. The pacing, especially that one scene that breaks and makes it all (something about a cave) was a tear-jerker.
It's safe to assume this is one of the classic fic every thg fan should read when they wanna start getting into the rabbit hole of fanfiction, hence why I chose it as a welcoming fic for this series. If you happen to love this one too and wanna chat then please do! If you haven't read it, what are you waiting for?
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