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hungergamesheadcanons · 5 months

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Rockin Around The Christmas Tree

*Set in an alternate universe where Katniss and Peeta were in the 73rd Hunger Games, and thus got to experience Christmas with the Victors. Not canon at all, just silly fluff.*

Katniss didn't want to be here.

Christmas wasn't a big thing in District 12 - at least, not for those in the Seam. They had the period from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day out of the mines, spending time with family, and if they had the means a family would try and save what food they could so that everyone could go to sleep with full stomachs on Christmas, but that was the extent of it. But even though it wasn't a big deal in 12, she'd prefer to be there than here.

As it was, herself and Peeta were stuck in some upscale bar, Katniss holding a glass of vibrant pink liquid that was practically thrust upon her and Peeta holding a bright yellow drink that smelt so strongly of lemon his eyes were watering. Neither had purchased these drinks - they hadn't been able to say no.

They were starting to learn that about the Capitol. There was no saying no to these guys, Haymitch had told them what had happened when he did. He had told them that they were lucky about their angle, the whole 'star-crossed lovers' thing - that they were more attractive together than separate.

Katniss didn't want to know what that meant.

She took a sip of the drink in her hand, resisting the urge to spit it out. It was too sweet, a sickly strawberry flavour that clung to her tongue and coated her mouth in a horrible sort of sugary film. Either it was the taste or watching the Capitol man place a hand on the small of Finnick Odair's back, slipping too low to be casual but too high to be noticed that caused her to want to spit it out. She watched Odair's sultry smile falter a little bit, before resuming it's place on his face even as his eyes seemed to dull a little. Johanna Mason seemed to stare daggers at the Capitol man from across the room, knuckles white around the stem of her glass. It was almost appropriate that her drink was blood red, and Katniss watched as she expertly manoeuvred through the crowd and pulled Odair away with a quick murmur in his ear.

Mason was skilled at making herself the bad guy instead of Odair, as the Capitol's golden boy made what sounded like sincere apologies, even though Katniss could make out the emotions in his eyes from a mile away. The sheer amount of 'please get me out of here' radiating from them was almost overwhelming. Mason led him out of the room, leaving those behind to mumble angrily about her abducting their plaything despite the fact they'd never confront her.

That was another thing she had been forced to confront about the Capitol, she mused, taking another sip of her drink as Peeta was drawn into a conversation with a Capitol lady. That the Victors weren't who they were told they were.

She hadn't met anyone well enough yet to consider them friendly - well, besides Haymitch - but she had time to observe how they interacted before she was due to mentor her first tributes. Odair in particular was rarely around, Haymitch telling her that he had a lot of clients (and if that meant what Katniss thought it meant, she would genuinely be sick). She had thought him to be a degenerate, chasing sex with everyone and everything that moved. That was what the districts said about Odair, but she was starting to see otherwise. Sure, he was flirty, a little inappropriate, and made awkward propositions sometimes, but little flickers in his demeanour made her realise that it was his persona - the mask he was forced to develop to survive in the Capitol. Like her and Peeta with the star-crossed lovers, or Haymitch's lovable drunkard persona.

Mason was another Victor with a mask too, the mask of the unflappable killer. She trailed Odair when he was around almost like a protective older sister, even though she was two years younger than him. When he seemed to falter, or someone was getting a little too handsy, she'd step in scowling and pull him off to god knows where. He always seemed so much smaller than Mason in those moments, even though Katniss knew that were the two of them to fight, Odair would come on top in brute strength alone.

A familiar boozy scent met her nostrils, and both she and Peeta turned to see Haymitch behind them. The Capitol lady who had been talking to Peeta had long since disappeared, leaving the two lovers nursing their not-so-pleasant drinks.

"Hate to break up your love-fest," he drawled, smirking a little as the two of them flushed. They had forgotten to be entranced with each other, and they guiltily made eye contact before looking back at Haymitch.

"Sorry," Peeta grinned sheepishly, "It's... overwhelming. The loudness... We've never been anywhere like it."

Thank God for Peeta's quick mind - any Capitol bugs listening in would be able to attribute their awkwardness to the new situation, not the 'star-crossed lovers' having relationship problems.

"Honestly that's fair enough." Haymitch's voice was surprisingly clear, and Katniss was suspicious. "What's to say we get out of here? I'm getting tired of this place and technically I can't let you two go wandering on your own yet."

Translation: I want to tell you or show you something, but don't want the people around you to know about it yet.

"Sure," Katniss found herself agreeing, gratefully leaving her glass behind and standing up. She wobbled a little in the big heels she'd been forced into, before regaining her balance. "I could do with some fresh air anyway. It's stifling in here."

And so they left, wandering around a building Katniss couldn't remember the name of for a couple of minutes before leaving and crossing the street to the hotel. When they entered the lift, she watched Haymitch press the penthouse button, and they started to ascend.

"Y'know," he suddenly started, "Christmas time is the one day a year Snow allows most of the Victors to have a clear schedule. No buyers."

"Oh really?" Peeta asked, while Katniss struggled over the word buyers.

"Yeah," Haymitch nodded, "So Mags - the older lady from District 4 - started this little... I dunno, tradition? It's tradition if it's 9 years? Anyway, the Victors get together for a sort of Christmas do. Think it started because she felt bad for Finnick to be honest - at least with the others they were all of age before they..." He trailed off, fingers flexing for a bottle that wasn't there before he continued. "Either way we do a little Christmas thing but it's a secret. Should anyone else find out and try to intervene, I can't imagine anyone would be impressed."

They didn't have time for more questions, as the lift doors opened to pure chaos.

"Goddamnit Odair, give me the star!" Mason was yelling, standing on her tiptoes as Odair held an elegant golden star high above his head. Unlike what he was wearing earlier - barely anything, a red sash tied around his waist with furry white lining, a red fishnet top and Santa hat - he was covered head to toe, a soft white jumper, blue jeans and comfortable slippers. The only hint of Christmas was a ridiculous Christmas hat - some sort of dancing turkey, and his sultry smile was completely gone, replaced by a wide dimpled grin as he laughed hysterically.

Mason had also ditched her tight purple dress, opting for black leggings and a loose green t-shirt. She was barefoot, manicured nails grasping for the star that Odair just kept moving slightly out of reach.

Katniss found herself being shepherded toward a soft blue couch, sinking gratefully into the cushions as she took off those godforsaken heels. A low chuckle could be heard, and she turned to see the old woman from District 4 - Mags, she recalled - smiling amicably at her. Katniss couldn't quite make out what the woman was saying, but from the way a cup of hot chocolate was thrust into her hands she could tell they were on the same page. Katniss thanked her gratefully, taking a swing of the warm drink as she observed.

There were a couple of other Victors there that she recognised, she mused as Peeta plopped down beside her. Haymitch was in the corner talking to a couple of victors from eleven, Chaff and Seeder if she remembered their names correctly. Obviously Odair and Mason were still play-fighting over the star, and two Victors were sat at a large table, having a hushed conversation.

"I recognise them," Peeta murmured to her, and it took everything in her not to jump as his arm wound around her waist. "Beetee and Wiress, District 3 I believe? Very smart, probably worth getting to know them."

"Can't hurt," She murmured back, sipping her drink again, "Probably better than getting to know Odair an-"

"ACK! JOHANNA!"

All heads in the room whirled to see Finnick bent in half, one of Johanna's manicured hands buried in his underarm as he cackled manically. She herself had a wicked grin on her face, practically pushing him in the wall.

"Give me the star, Odair! It has to go on the goddamn tree!"

"I WAHAS - AAAAA! MAGS! MAGS SHE'S BULLYING MEEEE!!!"

"Get him Johanna, get him!" Cheered a District 1 victor - Cashmere? Katniss vaguely recalled. Her brother, Gloss, seemed to just be laughing at the chaos in front of him, a bottle of beer snug in his hands.

In the madness, no one noticed Haymitch stepping over the squabbling kids - for that was what they were really, just kids chasing their childhood that was stolen from them - to pick up the fallen star as Johanna abandoned her quest in favour of tickling Finnick to tears. He presented it to the two newest Victors, gesturing at the tree impatiently.

"Go on then, sweetheart."

And so, the first time Katniss put the star on the Christmas tree, she had Peeta's arms on her waist, lifting her up to the top of the tree, and plenty of laughter and joking behind her.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

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antiendofuzzies · 1 month

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Can people not sexualize my littlespace? Please? I know I'm sexual when I'm older, but when I'm small, I'm so tiny. So smol. Do not lewd the spider loli please...

-🍓🕷 from 🧋sys

im sorry people sexualize you when you're little, you don't deserve that and I hope they stop :(

((Sorry I don't have much to say about this advice wise))

#actually did #anti endo #did #did system #endos dni #safe space #age regression #cw vent #cw sexualization #tw sexualisation #tw sexualization of minors #I hope that's all the warnings I need to add #I know it's not in detail but I wanna be safe #🍓🕷 anon #🧋 sys anon

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rachelcommitscrimes · 6 months

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started sexualizing myself for the validation i never got as a child. it’s lowkey underrated would recommend

#tw sexualisation #npd thoughts

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zoologicalcartoonvampire · 4 months

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just venting

its crazy just how extreme the sexualisation of women is and how prevalent the way societal pressures of conforming to such is...

Like insane. Tomboys and masculine women tend to oppose or at least refuse gender norms n shit, from my experience simply cause of how sexualised femininity is for some fucking reason, and yet tomboys are still SO fucking fetishized and sexualised.

"Oh look the character is kinda tomboyish cause she GASP has SHORT HAIR!!??? GASP IS DOMINANT ??? dw guys lets draw her with the most massive fucking boobs so its balanced"

Fuck off. All of you.

And whats with the stereotype s of masculine women being aggressive and angry all the time??

Like no wonder i genuinely deeply fully believed i was a trans guy for almost four years. Like being a fucking female is horrible cause you're told how to be all the time, you feel isolated all the time by other females if you feel uncomfortable to comply yet also isolated from males cause fucking 9 times out of fucking always they can't just fucking stay friends and want to fucking sleep with you cause no matter what you'll never be anything other than a fucking MOULD for either stupid STUPID fashion trends to dictate your life, IDIOTIC beauty standards that are AS DERANGED AS FUCKING HELL, and sexualised for fucking existing???

Just stop!!??

I just feel so alone. Especially the females in my life. I feel like im "ugly" for not wanting makeup or not wearing clothes that make me want to kill myself. And its not like im ugly or believe i am either. My face and body are societally considered pretty. I just get ignored all the time. Im not girly enough i guess. Thats fucking stupid. I hate you people. I hate you all. I just want people to treat me the way i treat everyone else. Why is that so hard.

I just

Why are my two options either sexualisation or isolation i don't want either dawg 😭😭😭

#Feminism #tw vent #vent post #tw sexualisation

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nabbit-unmasked · 3 months

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-> TW for kin sexualization in media <-

I never understood the pain of seeing yourself sexualized online until now. I mean this in a fictionkind sense.

I know I'm a bit notorious in my source for being flirtatious or suggestive at times, but that's the physical Mystery. I'm Moisty, the drawing. The drawing that smiles at you and pretends like everything is okay and happy. The drawing that reclaims lost childhoods and normalizes expressing deep and suppressed thoughts to yourself. Blatant and overt sexuality was never a part of me.

I can't and won't stop people from drawing me in whatever way they want to, but I wish I didn't have to see it all. It makes me wildly uncomfortable :(

#tw sexualisation #tw vent #fictionkin #otherkin #nonhuman #moistykin #doll eye kin #kin #alterhuman #vent #vent post

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real-hot-grl-shi · 18 days

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fuck. (prt two)

warnings!!: nudity, suggestive themes, drowning, sh scars if you squint, hypersexuality

How dare I feel this amount of pleasure to the person who left me to rot. How dare I get turned on when he degraded me. How dare I still love him deep deep down after all these months. How dare i.

#black art #my art #digital art #black relationships #relationship #relationships #relarionships #self h@rm #sh #tw #tw self destruction #tw sh related #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw disordered thoughts #hyper sex drive #hypersexual #tw sexualisation

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theonewiththeeyeliner · 4 months

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Why does everyone who likes me want to have sex with me?

#tw depressing thoughts #tw sexualisation #actually bpd #i feel so alone #bpd thoughts #bpd vent #vent post

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toxxicjuice · 2 months

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i love it here

#art #digital artist #my art #artists on tumblr #digital art #painting #digital painting #artists on etsy #drawing #etsyhandmade #etsyseller #portrait #tw sex mention #tw sexualisation

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thattheater-kid · 2 months

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💒 anon here again. To answer your question, no. I don't think that is normal :( I'm sorry.

Thank you. That’s, unfortunately, what I thought. I just didn’t know if maybe I was the one being weird, cause I might be. The other thing with her is the hypocrisy of commenting on other girls “wearing nothing” or “putting out” while telling me to wear something “sexy” or “mature”. I just really don’t like it.

#💒 anon #answered anon #answered ask #vent in tags #I fought with her around Halloween #she was buying me my Halloween costume #she gave me a few options for the character I was going as and I picked one #and she was like #‘don’t you want something more grown up? like this one’#and showed me the most revealing one #one that probably would’ve gotten me sent home from school tbh #like it was that bad #but you know when your mom suggests something it’s not an actual suggestion #so I said sure #the costume came #I tried it on #and I cried #I hated it #I hated how it fit and how it looked on me #and she got mad at me because I was upset with how the costume I didn’t want looked on me #turned into a whole fight #she ended up buying me the one I wanted in the first place #but honestly I was so confused #because why did she pressure me to wear probably one of the most revealing costumes she found for that character?#it’s weird #tw sexualisation #tw sexualization #tw sexualization of minors #I think that applies here

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msfbgraves · 3 months

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The CK writers can’t NOT know how the Sauna scene looked! I don’t know what gay culture was like in the 80s for non-Americans, but I do know, as an American, that gay men frequented saunas and gay bathhouses to engage in casual sex with other men. It was considered a “safe” spot away from judgement, and part of the gay cruising culture. And the fact that Terry engages with Daniel in a sauna, apparently without clothes (?) speaks volumes. What with Daniel looking so frightened, all done up to the throat with his white virginal robe…meanwhile Terry towers over him and doms him without laying a finger on him. The scene is LOADED. Especially given how campy and off his rocker Terry was in KK3…and the general weirdness of that movie, and how much gay, grooming, and obsessive subtext there is…the sauna was such an odd and perhaps deliberate choice for Terry and Daniel to have an interaction. I’d sell my soul to get the answer from the CK writers on this!

Nonnie, I really can't help you. All I know is that both Cobra Kai and and of course The Karate Kid III are very mainstream pieces of media and they're writing for the mainstream. Now, I've also seen mainstream writing teams deliberately trying to write queer themes and kink and it often comes out really off putting. If you watch Hugh Grant in "Maurice", with the faintest veil of plausible deniability, you get a beautiful queer romance, but watch "A very English Scandal" and it's completely awkward and unpleasant. As for kink, Paul Giamatti and Maggie Siff in "Billions" are just uncomfortable, they're so not into this dynamic, like the writers, presumably. But in stuff that would never be marketed as "queer" or "kinky" people often end up having to fan themselves, and I think that's because the writers either are completely oblivious or they have to pretend they are but I'm guessing the former, giving the actors more freedom. I really wouldn't put it past them to think of that sauna scene as "just" a callback in CK. Did they mean to cast a female lookalike of Terry as Daniel's wife? They didn't even know they'd get Thomas on the show and they don't know how to write character - there's hardly any overlap between their young versions of Terry and Kreese and what Marty and Thomas are playing, and I don't blame the actors for that! And yet! Daniel's ill fitting suits! The way he still gets sexually harrassed by his "rivals", be it Tom Cole or Johnny Lawrence painting a dick on his face - somewhere the penny dropped for Daniel that all these boys not so much wanted to kill him but they wanted to fuck him and men still want to fuck him and I think it was Terry that opened his eyes. Triple painful that with Terry he was into it and that ended badly. But he's learnt to see it and he doesn't like it, if he does flirt people into buying his cars. Was that the writers or Ralph? Hm, I think the writers didn't want him to look sexy and Ralph has a no nudity clause that some nuns may find a tad restrictive (no way he was unfamiliar with creeping men in Hollywood, the way he stayed away from anything romantic in his films) and yet here we are. It reads as a middle aged man who has been either beat up or prepositioned one too many times. And Terry was the first to use sex against him. And Terry knows he was the first. And he knows that'll fuck with Daniel's head six ways to Sunday because he knows they have chemistry. And it's a brilliant role reversal because Daniel has also used flirting to get what he wanted from people. He would have called it friendliness and it was, but he loves asking for it when he knows people can't do anything to him even in high school, he knows it confuses men and makes girls like him. He does it to Johnny in the first film and Chozen in the second but when he does it with Terry he doesn't get the usual flustered confusion but now Terry is doing it to him and he's never been at the receiving end of that...

...but it's very plausible that in his sales jobs he totally was and it was Amanda who taught him to weaponise it and there's something very hot and very familiar about her anyway...

The only way I can get this to make sense in my head is:

Ralph and Thomas have always known exactly what they're doing. I really applaud how Ralph has played the shadow of Terry before we knew Terry would even be in Cobra Kai. And Thomas' re-entry in the series is seamless. No continuity breaks like with Ralph and Billy. Man is a writer who knows his craft and he made them listen to him or he wasn't coming on the show.

The writers do not consciously know - if they knew they'd try to undo it in the text - but they do pick up on it and it bleeds into their writing.

#silverusso #subtext #tw sexualisation

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teal-raccoon · 5 months

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You know, something I’ve realized lately is that it’s really difficult to not end up alone. I’m already awful at maintaining positive, healthy relationships. When my friends are doing something as a group, I end up in doing something else, still relatively isolated despite being surround by the people I supposedly like. I can’t stand human interaction, but I’m also clingy as shit. I can leave people in a heartbeat, and usually? I feel nothing. All of my connections are superficial. I am an actor. I am fake. I am not real. I am not a person. I am detached. I do not deserve connection because I will break every bond and feel no remorse for my actions. I like to see people suffer. I enjoy torment. I am sick. I am a monster. I am a freak. I think it’s better that way. If I distance myself, I can’t hurt anyone. If I distance myself, I’m just weird. Beast in a cage. I’m always saying I want a relationship, but I never bother to put in the effort. I hate myself to much. I’m never good enough. This one guy I liked? My friend also liked him. I just decided to stand by and let her do what she wants. I’m a fucking background character. I don’t matter. That’s good. No one will remember me. That’s good. People don’t remember my name. I change my hair, now I’m a stranger. Am I that unremarkable? Good. Nobody will notice when I die in a ditch somewhere after doing everything I’m not supposed to do. Good.

I like calling myself a slut, a whore, a hoe, a faggot, etc. Why? Because I crave intimacy. Why? Because it’s the only way I can think to love. I can’t love. I don’t know why. I don’t love. I only objectify myself to the point where I call myself an ‘it.’ Am I really nonbinary? Maybe not! Maybe I just want to be a pretty body and an empty heart. Maybe I shouldn’t eat so much. Maybe I should be skinnier. I wish I were a real boy. I don’t want this. I don’t want my body. I want to be real. I want to feel real. I want to be somebody people actually think about. I want to be known. How do I achieve that? It isn’t through school, that’s for sure. Maybe I’ll be the kid who shows up to parties and makes the seniors give it their vodka. Maybe I already am. Maybe I want to hurt myself. Maybe I already do.

God, I really hope he hates me.

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