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sanjarka · 2 years

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I'm doing my yearly revisiting of THG because this series has me in a chokehold. I've been trying to find video essays about the series and its commentary on war, peace, colonialism, capitalism, and love, but I've only managed to find about 3 good videos on it (and the views were relatively low!)

The rest were videos comparing THG to Battle Royale (which, LET IT GO! LET IT GO!), talking about whether or not THG is just a typical dystopian fiction (which most people agreed that it isn't, though they did talk about the romance as if it was unnecessary to the plot, which told me that they must have not figured out the fact that Katniss is not deciding on two love interests but on two different world views), and other shit that barely scratched the surface of the series.

It pissed me off SO MUCH because THG has so much to say about the world around us, but it became so popular that people took it at face value and didn't even think to engage critically with the themes. Even when I see people trying to engage critically, they usually critique the books' focus on "romance" and argue that it's contrived and unnecessary, that Katniss should not have had kids, that Prim or Finnick should not have died (WHICH! THAT'S THE POINT! IT'S WAR!), that the ending of the series wasn't happy enough, and I just was like "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR U ALL ARE SO DAMN STUPID"*

*(I know people can have different opinions than me, but that doesn't change the fact that some opinions are downright dumb).

Anyway, while looking for people that give noteworthy commentary on the series, I found your blog, and I love it so much. Thank you for doing this. Because I was getting discouraged looking for people on YouTube who would make good, well-thought out videos on THG's themes.

The way people used to talk about THG is so damn discouraging sometimes, but I'm glad I found your blog <3

(PS: Don't even get me started on people trying to fit THG into a specific trope when that is not what the series is about at all. Katniss is not a Mary Sue. THG is not a "friends to lovers/fake dating" romance. Katniss is not the Chosen One. Gale and Peeta are not the "bad boy" vs "good boy" love interests. THAT'S NOT THE POINT!)

ANYWAY I love your mind.

before coming to tumblr i had the same problem and always found it extremely annoying how many people completely diminish the importance of the romance/love story in the books. when they do mention it as something positive it always feels like they are only looking at katniss and peeta as ideas and messages and not characters too. obviously they aren't real and their main purpose as fictional characters is to affect the narrative in some way, but i so rarely saw people talk about how much sense they make as a couple outside the main war vs peace debate. the message is to keep hope and love in you, even when the world around you demands you to remove it from yourself. of course the symbolism in this romance matters, but it would feel quite empty if there wasn't a real and genuine love between katniss and peeta.

and thank you for the kind words <3. it was lovely to wake up to this.

#thg #everlark #everlark: meta #ish #jana talks #asks #mine #mine: thg

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waywardangel-wilds · 5 months

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Okay so the reason I’m mad at Francis Lawrence over the original trilogy is not even about everlark as much as I think you’d expect but it’s actually over Katniss and Peeta as individuals. Is it just me, or do these movies fail to translate to the audience the youthfulness of these characters that the books portrayed so well?

Where is Katniss throwing a tantrum? Where is she being so obviously a teenage girl when she has her ‘ugh that’s rich’ moments?? Where is she being kind of an asshole in a judgemental teen way?? Where’s Peeta’s genuine sweetness that was portrayed in such a way that reminded me of a sheltered-ish young boy? I swear, there were some naive moments in those books! Am I crazy, or do the movies stop you from getting to know the characters properly??? I feel like so many ppl who only watched the movies think Katniss is this hardened bad ass when I know for a fact she’s just a terrified little girl trying to hold it together. It’s been years but I’m still mad!

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adsosfraser · 9 months

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I have an idea for an angsty-ish everlark one shot (or even longer if something can be built off of it). Peeta could’ve seriously permanently harmed Katniss when he attacked her during their ‘reuinion’ in 13. He could’ve damaged her throat and vocal chords/muscles needed for speech so it would be impossible or difficult for her to ever speak/sing again, effectively clipping the Mockingjay’s wings. District 13 would lose its mouthpiece and even if Snow wouldn’t have planned the outcomes exactly that way, it would be quite the stroke of luck and irony for him. It would devastate Peeta completely once he recovered and is able to make more sense of his memories. But I imagine with his presence and encouragement they would both work together in 12 to heal and learn sign language to communicate. Eventually, Peeta would forgive himself for what the Capitol did to them. I just think it’d be interesting to explore a healing katniss parallel their healing relationship as they get through it together and how she would get through the rest of her life (or months if it went down the path of an injury that could be healed) and learning how to communicate differently. I just don’t have the energy myself to explore that type of fic right now and give it the attention and nuance it would deserve.

#the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #hijacked peeta #everlark #everlark fanfiction #katniss and peeta could also help any avoxes that may come to district 12 for a new life and to rebuild

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katnissmellarkkk · 11 months

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Hiiii! Okay so I know this isn’t my usual type of story but I for this idea and decided to try something new! I have much of this story already written so hopefully I can give y’all quick updates for this fic! I appreciate all you loyal readers and especially you loyal commenters! You guys make my day and make me so grateful for getting to share my writing with such sweethearts 🤍🤍🤍.

I hope you all enjoy this fic, the storyline is little darker than my usual content, but it’s very much an on-brand Everlark story from me! I was inspired by videos of celebrity stalker stories. Also this is the first time in about 5-ish years that I wrote in the past tense. So forgive me if I slipped up here and there with that. The story begins in past tense and by the end of chapter 2 or start of chapter 3 it’ll move back to the usual present tense The Hunger Games is known for.

Thank you for reading and God bless you all 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Summary : when a strange man comes to Twelve and begins to pop up unexpectedly wherever Katniss is, her and Peeta find themselves quickly in over their head with a stalker.

I’d never seen eyes two different colors before. That’s what struck me most about the strange man. I became accustomed to seeing people walk around with their skin dyed unnatural shades, with jewels implanted in their flesh, with feathers in their rainbow hair and eyelashes made of pure glitter. But I’ve never seen a person have one eye green and one eye purple before.

In fact, I’ve never even seen someone with two purple eyes before.

That was the first thing about him that gives me pause. His eyes. But not the last.

No. That was far from the last.

I was walking down the street the day I saw him for the first time. He wasn’t tall. Taller than me, sure, but not taller than most. Especially not for a man. Peeta could easily tower over him.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t feel afraid. Because for as long as I had my husband next to me, holding onto me, his muscular arm swinging our interlocked fingers happily between us, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb as we made our way into town, I had no reason to be afraid.

I was never afraid when I had Peeta with me.

And out in the woods, I’m in my element. In the woods, I know exactly who I am. I’ve always known where I belonged when I set foot among those trees. I’ve never felt afraid out there. And it’s not just because of the loaded bow across my back.

No, the woods were my first home. Before Peeta, before the games, before I was the head of my household, caring for my mother and sister, I was just a girl in those trees. With just my father by my side.

Until the last couple of years that was the only place I truly felt at home. I never felt like myself in a crowd. I never felt comfortable in my own skin when I was surrounded by people, when I stood in the town square, when I bought and traded in the market among the merchants and my schoolmates, when I sat in class as a child. Never could I let my guard down around people, aside from the handful that snuck their way into my heart.

But of course, if anyone could change my heart, it was Peeta. The boy with the bread, the one who showed me hope time and time again, who loved me unconditionally, who refused to give up on me, even when he couldn’t separate me from the mutt that haunted him.

Peeta taught me how to love, how to forgive, how to live again. He made me feel safe and comfortable wherever we were. He made me belong, no matter who else was around.

But maybe that wasn’t such a good thing. Maybe if I had felt a little more on edge, I’d have noticed the strange man, with the purple and green eyes, right from that very first moment on the street.

But that’s not how this story went.

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#everlark #thg #hunger games #my writing #Katniss everdeen #Peeta mellark #every breath you take 👁✉️❤️‍🔥👀🦋📸👁

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 2 months

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hey there hi! If you’re writing more from 9000 rpm can we get something with prim finding out that everlark has actually gotten together? I feel like she’d be so smug about it but also so happy for them

Hey there, Anon!

So housekeeping note: I feel bad that I still have a few requests for Wrapped in Red bonus material to finish and share. Someone requested the proposal from Break, and I plan on writing that as well. I've been struggling with chapter 34 for Spellbound because it's like literally ALL DIALOGUE and don't know if I'll be able to update tomorrow. Also, this isn't the only request I've gotten for 9000 rpm scenes, so in general, I am a hot mess of not writing what I should be writing and head smashing on desk frustration. But this! This was fun to write! And relatively easy whip something up quick so I'd at least have something to share with you all this week. Alright. Enough whining!

RATED M ish for language and implied sexual content below the cut. <3 kdnfb

The buzzing starts and doesn’t let up. A steady call to wake up.

Katniss stretches slowly. Lethargic. Feeling every delicious ache in her body where Peeta made her work for her orgasms last night. She smiles and hums, content with the memories. It’s only been a week, maybe a few days more, since they matched their pace.

At first, she thought Peeta would want to go slow. Ease into things together. And while he’s been cautious about how much time and in what manner Raven sees them together, and even more careful of how they act in public, he’s been the complete opposite of reserved behind a bedroom door.

Clearly, Katniss thinks with a satisfied grin, she underestimated just how much desire for her he’s repressed over the years.

Her feet are still tangled in his legs and she smiles slightly as she slips them free to glide up and down his shins. She’s using his outstretched left arm as a pillow. His right hand still rests just below her naked breast.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts and she groans slightly.

She’s still completely naked. They barely managed to clean themselves up after she said she couldn’t take anymore, and they didn’t bother with clothes before they fell into bed and almost immediately passed out. And while there are plenty of salacious details about last night that Katniss wants to soak in for the entire day, her memory of the night stops with Peeta wrapping his arm around her, tugging her naked body up against his and kissing the back of her neck.

The buzzing, thankfully ceases and Katniss peels her eyes open. There’s not much light in the room yet and it takes her a moment or two to orient herself. She’s not in their bed. Or she supposes, technically, it’s still only hers, but she’s quickly coming to think of her big bed in her house as theirs.

She blinks once and brings a hand up to rub sleep from her eyes. They went out for dinner, wanting a quiet night to themselves. Raven and Laverne had planned a quiet evening in, watching movies in the living room. Katniss had no way of knowing how late their daughter would stay up watching movies, so when things got heated in the car after dinner, Peeta suggested they take things to his place instead of hers.

And she’s glad they did. Much as she’s enjoyed the last week with Peeta in her bed, there was something so liberating about not having to worry about Laverne and Raven sleeping down the hall and hearing them. Katniss had been free to vocalize as much as she wanted, and she’d discovered just how much it turned her on to hear Peeta’s unrestrained sounds of pleasure.

His exhales are hot and steady on the back of her neck, but they’ve hitched once or twice, telling Katniss that he’s about to wake up. It’s one of the things she’s learned about him over the past week. Just when she thought she knew everything about him, Katniss discovered how wrong she was. She blushes now as she thinks about the things she learned about him last night, with the sheets damp with their sweat and sex. With his eyes burning into her and his desires undeniable, even when she could already feel exhaustion pulling at her legs from so much activity.

He shifts sleepily and moans, his arm tightening around her. Her lips curl in a smile and she slowly lets her eyes drift back shut, wondering what other kinks and turn ons of his she’ll be learning in the coming weeks.

Bzzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Intrudes on her thoughts again, somehow more insistent this time.

“Mmmpf tell ‘em to go away,” Peeta grumbles and burrows his face deeper against her neck.

But his words have her recognizing the sound and she stretches as far as she can with his arm so tight around her ribs. She fumbles and finally lands a hand on the vibrating phone. Glancing at the screen only long enough to note that it’s her sister before she answers.

“Hey, Little Duck. What’s up?” she asks around a yawn.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Prim punches the words out one at a time and Katniss furrows her brow. “It’s true?!”

She flinches at her sister’s squeal and Katniss shakes her head.

“What’s true?”

“Aunt Laverne mentioned she thought you two had finally gotten your heads out of your asses but I didn’t believe her!”

“Prim, slow down. What are you talking about?”

“I thought for sure you’d hem and haw and wishy washy your way around admitting you two are meant for each other for at least another four months!”

“You are not making sense, and it’s too early for this,” Katniss grumbles.

“And you can’t think when you’ve been fucked that good?” Prim asks and Katniss freezes. She’s trying to wrap her brain around her baby sister swearing like that, around her baby sister talking about her sex life so casually, but Prim scoffs. “Oh just put Peeta on the phone so I can tell him how he’s gonna treat my sister from now on.”

“What makes you think I’m with Peeta?” Katniss asks. At the sound of his name, Peeta lifts his head.

“Because you’re talking to me on his phone, duh.”

#9000 rpm nonsense #words are peetas thing not mine #anonymous #look at that ask

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thesweetnessofspring · 6 months

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You open the door. You see nothing. You walk a bit further to see who is there when you hear “You here to finish me off, sweetheart?” Right when you notice my eyes between brown mud, I say: Trick or Treat!

What are some autumn/Halloween activities Everlark would love to do together? (Panem or Modern, or both!)

Special request: Give me some brief drabble of them doing one of those activities :> Alternatively, tell me about a current WIP and give me a line from there :)

Well let's get this party started! 🎃 First some music:

In Panem, Everlark is certainly in the forest foraging nuts and apples and their garden is filled with pumpkin and corn. They're baking fall treats with the toast babies and cuddling up by the fire at night. They are all about the coziness of the season.

For a modern Everlark, here's a short-ish high school AU:

“What next, little duck?” I ask Prim over the din of the crowd. Her gaze catches Annie Cresta’s face, which has been painted with scales and starfish and shells, giving the senior the appearance of a mermaid, especially factoring in her long, wavy brown hair.

Prim has been staring at people with painted faces all night, and it’s eating away at me. The high school’s Harvest Festival is technically free. Each student gets 100 tickets to play games and can purchase more if they want to keep going. But this event is also an opportunity for fundraising for the school’s clubs and sports teams, so not everything is free, including the face painting. We’ve been smelling kettle corn and hot dogs all evening but not purchased any, sharing the free 100 tickets between the two of us, and passed by the chance to put Principal Coin in the dunk tank. The face painting is the one thing I catch her still wanting.

I can’t stand Prim’s silent longing and think about the $10 bill I have in my back pocket as my “just in case” money. More like just in case we get stranded and need bus money home. But it’s just one night…

“Hm, how about we go to the bean bag toss?” Prim says.

I take her hand in mine and say, “Actually, I have a surprise.”

We squeeze through the pressing crowds until I make out the blue pop-up tent with a colorfully painted sign decorated with monarch butterflies, pumpkins, princesses, and flowers reading: Face Painting

There’s a line and I plant Prim and I in it.

“Oh Katniss, are you sure?” Prim asked. Ever since our dad’s accident, our finances have been tight and spending money on something like face painting was frivolous for our family even before that happened.

“It’s the Harvest Festival,” I say. “We can have some fun.”

She gives me a hug around my waist and I squeeze her tight. Then I notice the face painters they have working right now. Two are kids who live off of 6th Street and are total stoners. I can’t remember their names. The other one, though, is only the sophomore class’s golden boy himself, Peeta Mellark.

What he’s doing here and not flirting with girls while scooping out popcorn with the rest of the football team, I don’t know. I check the signs at the booth and sure enough, this one is fundraising for the drama department. I didn’t know Peeta was even in the drama department. The football and wrestling team, sure, but drama?

I watch as Peeta dabs a sponge with red paint over a little boy’s face, smiling and chatting to him as his hands work. Then he uses a brush to create webbed lines, creating a half-Spiderman mask onto the boy’s forehead and eyes. And I’m surprised at how good he is for a high school boy.

Then Peeta turns to the line, which Prim and I are at the front of and I’m jolted like I’ve been caught staring at him. And I guess I have been, technically, only there had been something so fascinating about watching him paint. He smiles and waves us over to the seat now empty of the Spiderman.

“Hi,” Peeta says. “What are you getting done today?”

Prim’s eyes skate over the pictures hung up with examples of what they can get done. There’s a lot of Halloween stuff–cats, bats, spiders, witches, ghosts, pumpkins. Then some generic ones–superheroes, princesses, animals, mermaids.

“Are these all of the choices?” Prim asks.

“If you’re willing to take a chance I could go off-book for you,” he offers.

Prim considers this and I want to warn her of the risk of being disappointed if it doesn’t turn out, but I also don’t want to insult Peeta. His Spiderman was pretty phenomenal, so I let her make the choice without my interference.

“Can I get a dragon?” Prim asks.

“Sure thing,” Peeta says, “What color?”

Prim and Peeta talk a little about how she wants her pink dragon done and then as Peeta starts working on her face, discuss Prim’s most recent obsession–dragon books. The library is one of the few places we can go now and have stuff to do without worrying about money and she’s been eating up everything she can read with dragons. Peeta patiently listens as she describes her most recent read, a little dent between his eyebrows as he concentrates on the sweeping details of Prim’s dragon face painting.

“There you go,” Peeta says, handing her a mirror.

“Oh! It’s like it’s going to fly off of my face!” Prim laughs. I peek over her shoulder to get a look and while it’s not that realistic, the wings that spread over Prim’s eyes and the dragon head with silver horns on her forehead, the ribbed body and tail down her nose, are a true work of art. I feel bad it’s going to get washed away.

“Glad you like it,” Peeta says. Then he turns to me and asks, “Did you want one, too, Katniss?”

I shouldn’t be surprised he knows my name–we’ve been in enough classes together over the past ten years–but I can’t remember a time he’s used it before.

“We’re only getting the one,” I say and reach my hand out with the $10 bill.

“I can make it a sister special, two for one,” Peeta says.

I bristle and give my hand a jerk to insist he take the money. “We don’t need any charity, thanks.”

“Katniss,” Prim admonishes. She’s always the polite one and that’s why I have to be the protective one, to make sure she doesn’t get taken advantage of.

“No, no, it’s just…uh…my ex is the next in line and I…it’s a little awkward right now,” he says, giving me a sheepish smile. “You’d really be helping me out if you stayed so she got Jason or Gianna instead.”

I know who he’s talking about, but I peek out the corner of my eye to make sure. Glimmer Erikson. They’d started dating over summer apparently, something about concurrent football and cheerleader practices bringing them together. A big upset happened two weeks ago at homecoming when he broke up with her at the dance. I’d overhead some other kids talking that Glimmer had been ready to pick a fight with Clove Sanchez for grinding up on Glimmer’s ex Cato, and she ended up punching Peeta when he tried to stop her from getting physical.

And I don’t know why I know any of this, but I feel some sort of strange need to protect Peeta right now, more than my own pride. I sit down and take Prim’s spot on the chair directly in front of Peeta. He gives me a relieved smile and asks, “So, what do you want?”

“Oh, um…” I look at all of the options, but none of them really feel like me. Princesses? Superheroes? Pumpkins? I look to Prim, but even she’s stumped, the dragon’s wings on her face compressing as she squints her eyes to consider the options.

“I can go off-book for you, too,” Peeta says.

And I know from Prim’s face he’s more than capable. I shrug. “I don’t know what I want. Maybe…surprise me?”

“Really?” he brightens up at my invitation.

“Sure,” I say, then amend, “Just no cats. I get that enough with my name.”

He laughs. “Don’t have to explain that to me.”

I give him an unexpected smile. Peeta, the baker’s son. Yes, he would certainly understand.

He gives his head a little tilt, scanning my face, and then picks up a sponge with orange face paint and lightly dabs it over my cheeks and nose.

“How’d you end up doing this?” I ask. “Aren’t you on the football team?”

“I paint the sets for the drama department,” Peeta says. “And they need the help more than the football team anyway.”

“Oh, I didn’t know…” I say. “Did you do those mountains for The Sound of Music last spring?”

I hadn’t gone to the show, but the backdrops were up on the stage for months while we had a million anti-drug, anti-bullying, anti-drinking-and-driving assemblies to sit through. I’d ended up staring at those backdrops to keep some kind of sanity, imagining myself hiking along them with the trees and the fresh breeze.

“I helped. Jason and Gianna worked on it, too,” he says and switches over to a brush, dipping it in brown paint and lightly brushing it along my temple. “We’re doing Beauty and the Beast in the spring this year. You should audition.”

“What?” I ask. I had to work a part-time job at Subway after school. I didn’t have time to dance around a stage.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he says. “In elementary school, when we had those music classes? You always sang so much better than everyone else. I think even the birds outside stopped to listen to you.”

He remembers that, so long ago?

“He is right,” Prim says. “You would be the perfect Belle.”

I scoff. “Too bad I’m a terrible actor.”

“It’s a high school show,” Peeta says. “Trust me, if you don’t make the audience’s ears bleed they’ll take you.”

I don’t pursue this path of the conversation further, feeling ganged up on with Prim and Peeta trying to get me into the drama department. Instead I take notice of Peeta’s large hands with the delicate little brush, focusing on one part of my face and then another while he dabbles on reds and yellows and oranges and browns. I have no idea what he’s putting on my face, but even without Prim standing there watching him work, I trust that he’s not going to do anything to embarrass me like some other boys would have done.

“Finished,” Peeta says and hands me the mirror. I let out a little gasp. Along the left side of my face he’s painted a tree trunk with its branches extending out along my forehead, dappled with autumn leaves on the branches and down below along my cheekbones and nose that were lightly dusted with a misty orange as the backdrop for the leaves. It’s not the garish, intense painting of the provided options, but a soft, delicate work worthy of its own frame.

“Like it?” he asks, a little cocky. It’s clear that I’m in awe of it.

“It’s beautiful,” I say.

“Well anytime you want a facepaint,” he says, “I don’t charge friends.”

Friends? I wonder. But I don’t have time to think of it as the next person is coming up behind my chair. I give Peeta the $10 and get pulled back into the crowd of the Harvest Festival with Prim. We take a dozen pictures of our facepaint together and, when Prim insists, separately. And even though we have the memory preserved, I can’t stand to wash it off that night, carefully laying on my back before falling asleep so I can see it again in the morning.

Katniss's face paint inspo:

#thg trick or treat #thg trick or treat 23 #everlark drabble #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 2 months

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Not Rated Fics Masterlist (6)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 /

Created: January 2nd, 2024

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A Few Scrapes-everlarkism (tumblr) Summary: Katniss getting injured while hunting and Peeta takes care of her.

Food Comas-mellarked-katnisseverdeen (tumblr) Summary: Post MJ Canon Thanksgiving Food comas

Grief Catches Us All-katnissdoesnotfollowback (tumblr) Summary: 30 year old Katniss and 22 year old (ish) Peeta raising their niece, Prim & Peeta’s brother’s child, 5 parts.

Growing-lovepersevering13 (tumblr) Summary: Katniss’s perspective of Peeta falling in love with owning a bakery

I'll Wait for You-endlessnightlock (tumblr) Summary: In Panem, canon-divergent. Everlark married instead of Quarter Quell Reaping.

Indulgence-savvylark (tumblr) Summary: The topic has been Thanksgiving and healthnut relatives, which turned into a story idea about healthnut!Gale and carbloving!Peeta.

Stardust-andromedadoesntwrite (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen never expected to become famous when she uploaded herself singing online. But as the years have passed and her status has grown she’s forced to get a bodyguard to protect her. Never did she expect to feel so safe in his arms.

The Mockingjay Cries at Midnight-lemonluvgirl (tumblr) Summary: What happened by mile marker 113 all those years ago? Peeta Mellark, an investigative journalist, wants to find out and takes the story head-on.

The Pearl-thesweetnessofspring (tumblr) Summary: What happens to the Pearl at the end of MockingJay?

The Tale of the Last Victor-lemonluvgirl (tumblr) Summary: In-Panem AU during the The No-More-Reaping Festival.

#nr #not rated masterlist #masterlist #everlark #everlark fanfiction #thg #thg fanfiction

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girls-and-guts · 1 year

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ok here’s my in depth(ish) analysis on how songs midnights connects to everlark, some more than others ofc:)

(ps. i will do the rest of them later)

lavender haze: so i think this might not make sense to some people but for me mostly the line “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride” kind of ties into katniss’s unwillingness to get married to peeta in cf and of course being thrust into a new situation where her kind of safe space is peeta. i think it connects to katniss not wanting to bend to the capitols will and trying to grapple with her own fears. he’s her lavender haze:)

maroon: this may be a bit more conceptual but this song kind of represents the breaking away in everlark especially like during mj when peeta’s hacked and also between thg and cf, “the rust that grew between telephones, the lips i used to call home” i think this representative of katniss during the beginning of cf trying to distance herself from peeta but grappling with missing him so much. also “the lips i used to call home” is so hijacked peeta and katniss coded:,( (plus this whole set of lyrics,”when the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy, how the hell did we lose sight of us again?, sobbin' with your head in your hands, ain't that the way shit always ends?”

anti-hero: ok this song is absolutely katniss everdeen, like she is our anti-hero. but the line “i wake up screaming from dreaming one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving, cause you got tired of my scheming, for the last time” is so connected to katniss’s perception that she is a bad person and peeta will abandon her because she not good enough for him. katniss talks a lot in the books about feeling like a monster and of course she always believes peeta is to good for her.

#everlark #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #peeta and katniss #they’re so important to me #taylor swift #i’m gonna do the rest of the album this is just what i have for now #thg books #the hunger games #taylor swift x everlark

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zukkaart · 4 months

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10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags

Thank you @fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma for the tag ily 😭 and I love talking about my faves so here we go 🤸 *long-ish post*

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1. Sokka: A:tLA: Okayyyy so as someone who is Inuk she whole S/NWT meant so much to me as a kid and still means so much to me now but Sokka just hits on a different level because he’s the oldest sibling (as am I) and therefore charged with everyone else’s safety in one way or another. He also is the one who deals the killing blows bc the others can’t or won’t stomach it which I relate to hevily

2. Bolin: LoK: He reminds me of my husband what else can I say? They think he’s a pretty, strong, stupid, earthbender/ which to an extent- he is. But he’s just smart in different ways than others and genuinely has a heart of gold and just wants to give everyone endless love

3. River Song: Doctor who: we have the same hair so immediately yes. She also has one of the best and most heartbreaking arcs in cinema history and I will fight about it. She destroyed the universe to save her husband then said “I don’t do weddings” and honestly…I get it bc same

4. Castiel: Supernatural: MY SON DESERVED BETTER. He lost his home, his family, his faith, everything he had known for THOUSANDS of years because he fell in love with humanity Dean. He constantly tried his best and yes messed up but was always treated so harshly as if he didn’t have to LEARN how to have human morals and the only people he had to base off of was the boys who are in no way a good bar to measure that by

5. Amber: House of Anubis: oooh pretty ditzy blonde girl comic relief character- but she becomes one of the most fully fleshed out deep characters and ends up being the reason they solve most of the riddles and find the artifacts. She loves her shopping and texting but when the heat is up she always rises to the challenge and shows out. Queen of my heart

6. Flame Princess: Adventure Time: raised to be evil but falls in love and has to learn how not to harm people even though it 100% goes against her nature. And even after all that she is still treated like a villain by everyone but Finn basically. I have ASPD and I constantly feel like I also have to be something I’m not in order to not harm the people around me and the ones who let me be me are few and far between. She is me I am her

7. Sherlock: See above lol, he has ASPD (sociopathy) and so do I. Plus I’m studying to be a CSI. Seeing a character with my same illness shown in the real raw form and not like the “yeah they’re a sociopath but their character arc is learning how to be a good person!” Ew. They let him be cruel and clever and just authentically HIM. Of course he’s checked when necessary but ultimately no one ever tells him he needs to be fixed because of it bc they understand that part of him can’t be changed

8. House: kind if similar as above. I don’t super love the drugs but he takes no shit and dicks around because he knows he’s the best there is. Endless pranks, self destructive tendencies, smartest person you’ll ever meet, what more could you ask for? It’s also super awesome to watch a character/show that isn’t so focused on being “politically correct” that it forgets how to make good jokes.

9. Sejanus: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (book): People say Katniss is Lucy’s revenge but NO she’s Sejanus’ revenge, and so is Peeta. Sejanus was the one who hated the games, tried to actually help the tributes and districts and stop the games. He wanted revolution way back when Snow was a teenager and didn’t even live to see it. The only difference between him and Everlark is the fact that they had a whole rebellion ready to back them. He should have been alive to take the place of Coin/Snow and I stand by that.

10. J.B. Merlin: Bundle of Joy: this is so crazy niche if anyone knows it DM me immediately I’m begging you. An absolute icon this entire movie. The center of a comedy miscommunication trope. Has no idea what’s going on but refuses to let his son walk out on his baby (that’s not actually his but he thinks it is), immediately assumes the baby was named after him, then delivers the iconic line “I don’t care who the father is! I’M the grandfather” homie wanted a grandkid and didn’t care what he had to do to get one 😂 10/10 wholesome character

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