Trying To Write Because It Will Make Me Feel Less Worthless Versus Feeling So Awful It's Hard To Want

trying to write because it will make me feel less worthless versus feeling so awful it's hard to want to write or actually do anything <3

im in my odesta era again and let me tell you, this is calling out to me from the depths of my google docs

the urge to actually go somehwere with this instead of just leaving it in my drafts is INSANE

“I believe that Collins’ construction of Rue as the symbol of innocence meant that some readers automatically imagined her as White. After all, in what universe is an older Black tween innocent? Certainly not in American schools, with the often noted discipline gap. Certainly not in contemporary children’s literature, where Black kids and teens are underrepresented… and when they do appear, are sometimes viewed as “unlikeable” or “unrelatable.” Collins also makes the grave mistake of stating from Katniss’ point of view that Rue reminds her of her younger sister, Prim. Prim is a much more familiar figure in children’s literature — the guileless, golden girl child often is the counterweight that balances the evil that the protagonist must overcome, and The Hunger Games is no exception. What is different is that while trapped in the Game, Rue becomes Katniss’ Prim, a younger companion who shares in the existential threat until she is overcome by it. This was too much for some readers to take.”

— “Why is Rue a Little Black Girl?” - The Problem of Innocence in the Dark Fantastic by Ebony Elizabeth Thomas (The Dark Fantastic)  (via diversityinya)

THE FOREST, THE FIRE, AND THE WITNESSES WATCHING

prompt: "can you write something about the Victor's reactions while watching Katniss and Peeta in the 74th Hunger Games? I always imagined Johanna laughing and cheering when Katniss pulled out the berries."

word count: 5,389

read on A03

The realisation that Rue’s body must still be warm under Katniss’s touch makes Johanna vomit there and then. Except she hasn’t eaten anything sufficient for days so all that comes up is bile as she retches and tears stream down her face.

If Finnick saw her like this, she thinks, he would unplug her television and make her sit outside in the cold. Pull her against him and rub at the gooseflesh on her arms like a brother would his younger sister. He’d ruffle her hair maybe, squeeze her shoulder comfortingly. Tell her that it’s going to be okay.

But Finnick isn’t here. No one is.

And so, without anyone to stop her from doing so, Johanna continues watching the Games.

bestie when you pushing out your next fic? 😍🥰

not soon, unfortunately! i have my final exams coming up in two weeks and i'll be busy with them until the end of June :/ i've got lots planned for after though!! <3

years ago, someone told me that i couldn't dress up as annabeth chase for world book day because i wasn’t “the right skintone”. 

today, a black girl has been cast to play her in the official disney+ PJO adaptation. 

i don’t even have the words to describe how much this means to me. i don’t have the words. this is monumental.

i am so so happy for all the little black girls who will feel like they can dress up as annabeth on world book day, and i am overjoyed for Leah Jeffries.