Occasional fanfiction writer who invests too much time in the lives of fictional characters. Currently shipping real hard: Everlark (THG), TJ/Spinelli (Recess), Lumax (Stranger Things) -- formerly Dracoisalooker76
I'm all for nuanced asterid takes but personally for me leaving katniss alone in 12 post war was unforgivable. like sure she can have other factors that redeem her and working on a hospital is noble and stuff but. imagine how abandoned katniss felt AGAIN. and just after she was starting to let herself lean on her mom again in catching fire. katniss would have DIED if greasy sae didn't come back. you can't tell me asterid genuinely wholeheartedly thought haymitch was going to be a good responsible guardian, and even if she did he wasn't. if greasy sae didn't show up and force katniss to eat and encourage her to go outside katniss would have died alone, wounded and abandoned by her mother for the final time.
""You know why she can't come back." Yes. I know why. Because between my father and Prim and the ashes, the place is too painful to bear. But apparently not for me." Mockingjay, pg. 380
im genuinely curious to know what her life was like in 4 after the war (fic idea? 👀) but personally if I was a parent no matter how traumatized I am (and like she said asterid now has medicines for her depression) I can't imagine leaving my freshly burnt to a crisp, morphling addicted, psychologically irreparably traumatized teenage daughter entirely alone with a man who is at best a functioning alcoholic and at worst 100% neglectful. I feel like the bare minimum would be going with her to 12 and helping her stabilize and prepare her life before leaving for 4. not just cutting her loose as soon as her trial is over without so much as coming to see her. and I'm not saying asterid didn't care. katniss mentions the fact that she would sleep in the chair by her hospital bed, but after katniss recovers and after she shoots coin, it's never mentioned that her mother comes to visit her or speak to her. she just gets the letter with her new number.
so yeah long story short I do have sympathy for asterid but imo it is incredibly selfish and cruel to abandon katniss yet again to face the home and district all of those traumatic memories are held in without so much as a little support to get her on her feet. like katniss said, asterid felt going back to district twelve would be too much to psychologically bear but apparently she just left katniss to deal with that same weight entirely alone. imagine if greasy sae had decided to start a business in the capitol or move to a new district and katniss died alone and starving in her house, abandoned again, this time fatally, by the primary adult that was supposed to protect and support her.
shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡
no one can accuse me of AI because I’m hopelessly addicted to posting WIPs and then taking five weeks to actually share the finished product because I’m not only an attention seeker but also a procrastinator
Finnick Odair, victor of the 65th Hunger Games. (2024 version)
He was already a good fighter with the spears and knives he had found in the Cornucopia. When he received a silver parachute with a trident – which may be the most expensive gift I’ve ever seen given in the arena – it was all over. District 4’s industry is fishing. He’d been on boats his whole life. The trident was a natural, deadly extension of his arm. He wove a net out of some kind of vine he found, used it to entangle his opponents so he could spear them with the trident, and within a matter of days the crown was his.
Put in the tags the completely finished (whether cancelled or wrapped up on its own terms) TV series that has YOUR perfect ending, however you define that
Please don’t include huge spoilers for the specifics of the endings, and it would also make me happy if people don’t use this to talk about the shows whose endings they hated
For @thisonetimeinmeridian who wanted Jealous!TJ. Just a little snippet scene to get out of my writer's block:
Friday night football is a big deal in town. The whole town shuts down. Even Mr. Kelso—kind, quiet, Mr. Rogers-esque Aaron Kelso—locks the door of his general store and makes his way down to the high school stadium where his wife passes out cowbells and yells with a fury no one would expect. There’s tailgating before the game.
But it’s the bonfires after that the football players themselves actually get to enjoy.
Now that they’re sophomores and actually on the JV squad, rather than just the freshman team, TJ and Vince actually get invited to these things. One of the captains actually personally sought them out in the cafeteria at lunch.
“You guys should come,” he said, his eyes glancing around to the others at the table before shrugging and saying, “all of y’all.”
The party itself is out on the town line, in a more rural area, where sound doesn’t bother anyone. It’s a hell of a bike ride but since none of them can drive—and none of them want to ask their parents for a ride—it was the only way to get there. Spinelli complained the whole way, grumbling that her feet hurt, rolling her eyes, and glaring at him whenever he looked over.
“I swear to God, Teej, if this is lame–”
“It won’t be lame,” Vince cut in. “Jack invited us.”
Spinelli rolled her eyes and TJ laughed and agreed. Jack Higgins was about as cool as cool could get, top of the food chain, king of the hierarchy. If he thought this party was going to be fun, it was going to be fun.
And it was fun. Until about five minutes ago.
Vince comes to stand next to TJ, crossing his arms. “I think we’re gonna get kicked out,” he says.
TJ just grunts out in response, his eyes focused a few yards away. Vince barrels through without really noticing.
“Gretchen is arguing about ethanol content in that big barrel of whatever it is and Gus looks like he’s five seconds from combusting,” Vince continues. He wrinkles his nose. “I think next time we just…come ourselves.”
“Agreed.”
Vince narrows his eyes but TJ doesn’t look his way.
“Thought I’d get more pushback, Mr. Inclusion,” Vince murmurs. When TJ doesn’t respond, Vince huffs and turns and TJ can hear the exact moment that Vince sees what he’s looking at because Vince grumbles, “oh, for fucks sake.”
TJ’s jaw clenches a little tighter as he watches Vance laugh and run his hand through his floppy blond hair. It’s an exaggerated laugh, the kind a guy does when he wants a girl to think she’s funny. The problem is that Spinelli is funny in a dry, sarcastic way and so the laugh might actually be genuine. Spinelli doesn’t even realize Vance has inched closer over the course of their agonizingly long conversation.
Spinelli had literally left his side for five minutes. He’d turned to talk to someone and she had said she was going to get another drink. He had handed her his cup and she had skipped off, telling him she’d be right back. But then he realized she hadn’t come back and he’d gone looking for her.
It’s not the first time that someone has flirted with Spinelli, but it would be easier if she realized it. Instead, she’s mindbogglingly oblivious to the fact that she’s one of the prettiest girls in school, which is a fact and not just his internal bias, and has crippling self-worth issues. He thinks she truly doesn’t believe that boys find her attractive or funny or smart sometimes.
And, because of that, he can’t just cut in when she seems to be enjoying the attention. Even though he hates it.
“You’re gonna break your teeth.”
“Shut up,” TJ grumbles and finally turns away from the train wreck in front of him. .
Vince rolls his eyes and TJ hates that it reminds him of Spinelli. He can’t turn away because he can’t risk looking back toward Spinelli and Vance. So, instead he just crosses his arms.
“This isn’t healthy,” Vince continues. “The two of you operate like you own each other, but, may I remind you that neither one of you has made any sort of move.”
“It’s not that easy.”
Vince stares at him and TJ uncrosses his arms and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans just to give him something to do.
“Why not?”
“She’s my best girl friend.”
“She’s also my best girl friend and I have zero desire to cuddle on the couch during a movie,” Vince says. “She doesn’t cut in front of me when a girl tries to flirt with me at homecoming. I don’t almost break my jaw when I see her talking to Vance.”
“Yes, you do,” TJ teases.
Everyone knows Vince is jealous that Vance made the varsity team this year, bypassing the JV team entirely.
Vince glares. “Okay, bad example.” Then he shakes his head. “But, my point still stands. You two need to figure your shit out.”
“Who needs to figure shit out?”
TJ nearly jumps out of his skin at Spinelli’s voice. She takes a step closer and passes him an unopened can of Sprite that she pilfered from near the barrel of jungle juice. He takes it and opens it, pouring some in her glass first before his own. Vince chuckles under his breath and TJ gives him a look that says don’t.
“None of your beeswax,” Vince says.
Then, as if to prove a point, he tugs on one of Spinelli’s braids, an action TJ is known for doing. She slaps his hand away.
“Jerk,” she sneers. Then she leans over, wrapping her arms around TJ’s waist and glancing up at him. “This party is lame and you promised it wouldn’t be. I want to go home and watch a movie.”
Vince barks out a single laugh that he tries to keep inside. He bites his tongue at TJ’s wide eyes and starts to walk away. “I’m just…gonna go…find the others…” he says between chuckles. “Don’t leave without us!”
She flips him off, but keeps her face buried into TJ’s shirt. He can feel his heart pounding. He wants nothing more than to leave. They’ll go to his house, turn on a movie, and by the time the credits roll, she’ll be wrapped up next to him, snuggled close under a blanket, half asleep. Or, pretending to be half asleep. It’s a little game she likes to play. When the others are around, she uses him as a pillow, “falls asleep”, and uses that as an excuse to cuddle closer.
But he can’t stop thinking about what he just saw.
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