The Hunger Games Sometimes Falls Into Stereotypical Portrayals Of Appalachia (especially In The Movies),

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IMPORTANT HARRY POTTER QUESTION!!!

For all of us that have read HP fics of whatever era we have inevitably come across a common room party.

My question is how do the older kids keep the younger ones out of the parties??? Like what if one comes in late from the library? Ok sure you send that kiddo up to bed but what about the others up in their rooms? How do you keep them from coming down and partaking in something beyond their age range????

If anyone has any thoughts or ideas please let me know I can’t think of anything logical …

Katniss is like Lucy Gray this, Katniss is like Sejanus that, and yes find that's all good and true and lovely but Katniss Everdeen is also a direct parallel to Coriolanus Snow and people NEED to start talking about this because it's driving me crazy.

Think about it: they both grew up poor and deeply vulnerable, losing parents at a very young age, with a matriarchal adult (Katniss' mother and Coriolanus' Grandma'am) who fails to provide for them emotionally and physically. They intimately understand the threat of starvation, even developing with stunted growth because of it, and their narrations in the books share a fixation on food. Throughout their childhoods, both experienced constant fear and suffered a fundamental lack of control over their circumstances. Because of this, they're inherently suspicious of the people around them. They resent feeling indebted to others, especially those who have saved their lives. They're motivated almost entirely by family and deeply connected to their communities. Both are used and manipulated by the Capitol, both are forced to perform to survive and despise every inch of it, both are thrown into the Arena and made to kill. Both have a self-sacrificial, genuinely sweet sister figure acting as their conscience. Peeta and Lucy Gray - performers and love interests with a fundamental kindness and sense of hope about them - fulfill markedly similar roles in their narrative. Both contribute to the development of the future Hunger Games, Snow throughout tbosas and Katniss towards the end of Mockingjay.

It's easy to ignore these similarities because, as mirrors of each other, they are exact opposites. Katniss is from District 12, viewed and treated as less than human; Snow is the cream of the Capitol crop, given the privilege of a name with social weight, an ancestral home, and the opportunity of the Academy despite having no more money than a miner from 12. Katniss has no agency over her life, and responds by being kind whenever she's able, while Snow justifies horrendous evils in order to continue his quest for complete control. Katniss does everything she can to protect her family; Snow does everything he can to protect his family's image as an extension of his own ego. Katniss loves her District and connects with its inhabitants on a meaningful level, but Snow is indifferent at best to his peers - the apparent "superior people" - and only engages with his community for personal gain. Katniss emerges from the Arena horrified at herself and the system, but Snow takes his trauma and turns it into an excuse to perpetuate the violence with himself at the top. Katniss cares for Prim until her death and then snaps at the loss of her little sister, while Snow survives on Tigris' blood, sweat, and tears and then torments and abandons her, presumably because she calls him out on his insanity. Snow actively adds to and popularizes the Hunger Games because of his vendetta against the Districts following his childhood wartime trauma - Katniss briefly agrees to a new Hunger Games in the pursuit of vengeance, but later stops them from happening by killing Coin and choosing a life of peace and privacy. Snow is obsessed with revenge, but Katniss empathizes with the Capitolites and does what she can to keep them from suffering. He exists in a cruel system and selfishly upholds it; she exists in a cruel system and works to dismantle it for the good of her family and community, at great personal cost. And Peeta and Lucy Gray are incredibly similar, but Katniss and Peeta forge a relationship of genuine love and understanding that shines in comparison to Coriolanus' obsessive projection onto Lucy Gray.

So, yeah, Katniss is Lucy Gray haunting Coriolanus. But I bet you anything that eighty-something year old President Snow looks at her, the girl on fire, bright and young and brilliant, emerging from a childhood of starvation with a relentless hunger for success, a talented and charming performer helping her win the Games, and he sees the ghost of his own past. And that's why he's so afraid of her! Because if he sees himself in her, then he's up against his own cunning, his own talent for manipulation, his own charisma, his own genius. He's up against the version of himself that he once wished to be, with the nightmare army of his childhood at her back and her star-crossed lover at her side, spewing Sejanus' truths in his own voice. This isn't to say that Katniss ever achieved the level of power and agency that Coriolanus did during her time with the rebellion, but it is to say that Snow was taken down by what truly terrified him - his own morality, come to finish the job.

Speaking nothing but the truth. Homie Brown has ALL my respect and love.

Hobie Brown is the best representation of authentic punk culture I’ve personally ever seen in media

I feel like most “punk” characters are just visually alternative, and maybe a little “stick it to the man”, but that’s about it. They ultimately don’t stick the landing when it comes to the values the punk community has

But Hobie does!!! He backs his words up with his actions! He sticks to what he believes in, causes chaos, fights fascists, is an instigator, is anti-establishment (including the spider society), he has blue and yellow coded laces (as always these animators are amazing and did their fucking research), and he literally disrupts every scene he’s in with his art style!!

And most importantly, he CARES about his friends, which is what I think a lot of “punk” characters ultimately are missing. He’s the ultimate hype man for Pavitr and Miles, he helps Miles escape like 2 minutes after meeting him, he watches out for Gwen when she can’t go back home, he talks sweetly to Mayday when no one else is listening

Anyways I sat there in the theatre watching this chaotic SOB thinking

Can we have a moment of silence for Sylvia, who now has an Alien living in her backyard, and a moment of triumph for Wilf, who now has an Alien living in his backyard

I CAN’T-

Smiling: Last question. Did you ignore me for the past few days because you were angry at me or was it because of other reasons? Chessman: It's because I was afraid. I was afraid that I might have a soft spot for you.

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Fantasy!AU Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader

Minors Do Not Interact

All Characters Aged Up 21+

One-Shot Unedited

Warnings: Not many, mostly language.

About: Prince Katsuki is not the easiest to get along with. However, when the King and Queen put on a ball to find a suitable wife for the Prince...many find him suddenly the perfect guy. The Prince thinks nothing of this until his perfect match slips away from him.

The whole kingdom had to be inside the castle grounds by this time, well at least...all of the females within the kingdom. King and Queen Bakugou had made sure of it, made sure that every single woman attended the ball tonight. They were not getting any younger, they only had one heir. An heir who was hell-bent on keeping himself away from love and constantly on the battlefield. As much as they wanted to respect their son's choices, they knew that the kingdom needed their family. Needed to keep the Bakugou family running the kingdom to keep the peace. So by the gods, they were going to find a wife for their stubborn, ash-blonde son. Even if it was very much not to his liking.

He had spent all day being pampered and prepared for this ball, much to his distaste. He would have rather gone hunting or spent time training. Anything but getting into formal wear and being paraded around like a shiny new toy. With many long fights, language that shouldn't have been used, and a scrub down that he wouldn't even wish on his own enemies...here he was. Standing over the ballroom on the balcony looking down at the sea of women.

Sure, some of them had caught his eye. Many of them were beautiful, however as he watched. As he scanned the room and picked up on their personalities? He knew that none of them would be right for him. Some here just for the wealth his family has, some here just for the title of 'Princess', and some that were forced to be here. Somewhere deep down inside him, he was sickened by all of this. He was still young, still had time to find someone for him. Someone he picked for himself, but he knew that was just a dream. A dream that would not come true since all he wanted to do was get out of there and kill something.

It had been about two hours into the ball, no one single woman he had spent even a bit of time was worth it. And trust in this, he tried his damn hardest to find one aspect of even a small bit of attraction to every woman he spoke to. He was about to give up, slip away to his room. Maybe even go out to the woods like he wanted to in the first place. However, at the far end of the ballroom? He spotted you.

A woman, helping one of the servants upright so he didn't tip over the large plater of glasses in his palm. A woman who was smiling so brightly that it could have rivaled the moon in the sky tonight. A woman that took a good look around the ballroom and slipped outside. At first, he found it strange. Every female in the castle tonight was fawning over him so hard, just trying to get a moment of his time. But not you. You had not even remotely come near him, not even a passing glance. Katsuki would have noticed if you did, he noticed everyone. Then he became curious of you, wondering why you were going out that door. The door that led out into the gardens, so he decided to follow. Taking the secret stairway to make sure no one else came with him.

When he finally made it outside, he half expected you to be gone. To have disappeared into the night, but much to his excitement of what was happening, there you were.

The music from inside was faint out here, but that didn't stop you from dancing around the fountain at the center of the garden. The moonlight shone off your face as you made your way around the stone and water. So light on your feet that not a sound was heard, hair blowing through the soft breeze as you twirled and stepped. Almost as if you were dancing with a ghost, being led around the fountain.

Katsuki admired you for a moment, you looked so free. So one with yourself, but most of all? You looked beautiful. Your movements, the way your dress was flowing behind you, and the small smile on your face. He didn't know what came over him, but he was then by the fountain as you made your way around.

You hadn't noticed him, didn't even hear him approach your space. You only noticed him when you felt a hand on yours, then a hand on your waist. Your eyes opened immediately, a shocked expression over your features. It earned you a low chuckle, with a big toothy grin. Instead of pulling away from Katsuki, you laughed softly. Holding onto his hand now as he spun you around the fountain.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my Prince." You said with a little strain in your voice, probably from all the dancing you had been doing. But it was like music to Katsuki's ears. He held you a little closer, slowing your dance down. So slow in fact, that it was mostly swaying at this point. He wanted to have a proper conversation with you.

"Pleasure is all my, mi'lady." He said back with such gravel in his voice, that it made you smile. "May I ask you a question?" He looked you right in your eyes, it was intense. It was as if he was looking into your soul with those crimson orbs he was so blessed with.

"Anything, my Prince." You looked right back into his eyes, making sure you were as respectful as you could be. Remembering all the lessons your mother taught you when speaking with royalty. You hoped you were making a good impression with Katsuki.

"Everyone is inside, but not you. Dancing among the stars and flowers. Tell me, why is that you are out here while everyone in there is trying to woe me?" He wasn't upset by any means, you could tell by the way his eyes were sparkling at you. He was actually curious, he wanted to see if you were someone worth spending the time on.

"I mean no disrespect, my Prince. There are so many lovely ladies here tonight, I thought I should not waste your time. You see, I am nothing but a farmer's daughter. I come from no royal blood, I have nothing. Why should I waste the time of a Prince who could do far better than I?" You said honestly, you only came because it was required of you. Sure, you have dreamt of finding the man of your dreams. Strong, handsome, a willpower so strong that it could outrank an army. But to you, that was all fantasy. "Also, the night is so beautiful. I thought it would be a shame to be inside the whole time. I have also never seen the stars so vibrant before, I was being selfish. I do apologize, my Prince."

Katsuki didn't know what to say, he also didn't understand. He couldn’t possibly understand how you could think you weren’t enough. How you thought you were the selfish one, wanting to come outside when this whole ball was for him. Just seeing you, being yourself was enough for him. You weren’t throwing yourself at him, saying sweet nothings, not trying to get in good with his parents. You were just being yourself. In the most pure form, he couldn’t understand how someone like you hadn’t come into his life sooner.

“No need to apologize, I am not offended in any way.” As the music changed to a different song, Katsuki spun you around slowly. “Truth be told, I never wanted this dumbass ball to begin with. My par- the King and Queen thought it might help me pick a wife. Stupid really.” He didn’t know why he was telling you this, but he felt like he could. “I am thankful you come out this way, I didn’t want to be in there much longer.”

“I see, a suitor for you. I understand where the King and Queen are coming from. However, I think finding someone on your own can be much more…fulfilling.” You smiled brightly at him, that same smile that you gave the help. But, you understood him. How it should be his choice when he was ready. Though, those thoughts were fading from him. The longer he danced with you, spoke with you. He thought he could do this for the rest of his life.

There was just something about your calmness. If he had to describe it, you were like the moon. Shining in the darkness, pulling him in with your light. Calmness while he looked at you, a feeling of home. While in the same breath, he felt like the ocean. The moon the only thing to calm him, but to keep him moving. It was different, something he never experienced before.

“Yeah…much more fulfilling indeed. Excuse my manners, it seems as so I left them inside. Prince Katsuki Bakugou, and you?” He wanted to know, he wanted to keep learning about you.

“My name is-” You went to say but the loud chime of the clock tower threw you off, almost scared you a bit. It was almost midnight, it was time for you leave. Promising your father that you would be home, to not worry him. Your eyes went wide was you looked back at Katsuki, stepping back and out of his hold. “I’m so sorry, my Prince. I must leave…I cannot be late home.” You said as you started to make your way through the garden, hair bouncing behind you as your pace quickened.

Katsuki was shocked, running after you. You couldn’t leave just yet, not when he felt like he’d never be whole if he let you go. “Wait!” He called after you, watching the way your dressed moved with how quick you were becoming. Just keeping up with you enough through the maze of the garden to see parts of your dress when you slipped past another corner. “Stop!”

He did catch up with you, grabbing onto your arm tightly. Not tight enough to hurt, just to keep you in place for a moment.

“Please, will I see you again? Can I see you again?” He questioned, his heart beating out of his chest. Katsuki Bakugou has felt many things in his short time on this earth, but nervousness was not one of those things. It wasn’t until the thought of never seeing you again hit him in the chest. He needed to be reassured you’d come back.

Your breath was hitched a little, a soft pant leaving your lips. You eyed the clock once more before moving out of his grip slightly. You pulled a chain off from around your neck, a little locket hanging from it. Getting onto your toes, you slipped it over Katsuki’s head. Making sure to tuck it under his vest, eyes trailing up the imported design before they met his eyes once again. Your gentle hands coming up to cup the sides of his face, bringing him down for a feather light kiss on the lips.

“Until we meet again, my Prince.” You said barely above a whisper, once again leaving him in his place. Slipping out of the back of the gardens and into the woods, out of sight in the darkness.

It took several long moments for Katsuki to move again, making his way back into the castle. Once inside, women started to flock towards his side. Instead of practiced smiles and words, they got glares and snarls. He was on a mission, moving through the ballroom. He approached his parents thrones, walking up to whisper into his father’s ear.

“Send everyone home, they are no longer needed.” Before his father could say anything, or his mother to scold him for being spoiled and that he can’t have everything his way, he spoke again.

“I have found the one for me and I can’t let her slip through my fingers.”

Sokovian cuddles

Anon request:

Hi there! I’m in love with your blog, and I know that there are a lot of specifically Pietro blogs, but I love your style, so I was wondering if you could do something of Pietro? Maybe it’s movie night and the reader never told anybody she liked to cuddle but Pietro kinda offers and he can’t stop staring at her and saying cute things then they fall asleep together all tangled. Idk I just need FLUFF!

A/N: I’ve changed the ‘never told anybody she liked to cuddle’ to ‘haven’t been cuddled for ages’ - I hope you still like it?

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none, this is pure sweet fluff.

Another movie night, another rom-com on the agenda. How delightful, You thought to yourself. Everyone around you is either loved up or is having a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement. Meanwhile you’re stuck in the Avengers Tower, the rarest creature of them all - a singleton.

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