#page 190

[madokamanga]

[whatdeweydo]

katniss not knowing if peeta survived the blood bath and saying “maybe it’s better, if he’s already gone” just so she wouldn’t have to end up killing him herself. to five pages later her saying she’s relieved he’s alive because him winning would benefit her mother and prim. yeah that’s definitely the only reason you’re relieved, katniss. she’s literally so funny

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[districtfourmermaid]

Peeta compliments Effie's gold wig, and she suggests he and Haymitch get gold jewelry, an anklet and a bracelet, so that they all look like a team. She doesn't know how rebellious that would look, that out-of-the-loop, privileged, sheltered, sweet summer child.

But when Katniss jokes that Haymitch could get a wig, too, it's hilarious to me. It's meant to be funny, the thought of Haymitch in a shiny gold wig. And now it's ironic, funny in a different way, that they made him blonde in the movies. White, golden-locked movie-Haymitch is just as ridiculous to me as the sight of him in a wig like Effie's would be.

[beautifulbookishdisaster]

If you set down the guilt, what else might you feel?

Deb Caletti, A Heart in a Body in the World

[sharry-arry-odd]

I've seen them look at me with pity. I know they think I'm slow-thinking sometimes and I am–compared to Raistlin. I am the ox, lumbering along, bearing the burden without complaint. That's what they think of me. They don't understand. They don't /need/ me. Even Tika doesn't /need/ me, not like Raist needed me. They never heard him wake screaming in the night when he was little. We were left alone so much, he and I. There was no one there in the darkness to hear him and comfort him but me. He could never remember those dreams, but they were awful. His thin body shook with fear. His eyes were wild with the sight of terrors only he could see. He clutched at me, sobbing. And I'd tell him stories or make funny shadow-pictures on thew all to drive away the horror. "Look, Raist," I'd say, "bunnies . . ." and I'd hold up two fingers and wiggle them like a rabbit's ears. After a while, he'd stop trembling. He wouldn't smile or laugh. He never did either, much, even when he was little. But he would relax.  "I must sleep. I am so tired," he'd whisper, holding my hand fast. "But you stay awake, Caramon. Guard my sleep. Keep them away. Don't let them get me." "I'll stay awake. I won't let anything hurt you, Raist!" I'd promise. Then he would smile–almost–and, exhausted, his eyes would close. I kept my promise. I would stay awake while he slept. And it was funny. Maybe I did keep them away, because as long as I was awake and watching, the nightmares never came to him. Even when he was older, sometimes he'd still cry out in the night and reach out to me. And I'd be there. But what will he do now? What will he do without me when he's alone, lost, and frightened in the darkness?

Dragons of Spring Dawning, by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

[keytothefuturesfate]

NEW #KttFF PAGE! In which Leon makes a note for later

If a page of my comic ever invades your mind, distribute it to others and force them to deal with that feeling as well!

[rectifycomic]

Testify - page 190