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SECOND QUARTER QUELL II UPRISING AU

Ok, look. I’m obsessed with Second Quarter Quell generation and I have A LOT of head canons about them. And sometimes these head canons contradict each other, lol. Previously I showed you some of my illustrations about SQQ generation but it was always one particular AU (where they all are kinda friends/classmates?). And I think it’s time to show you another one that I also like. This is AU (or “head canon” since we don’t really know what is real and what is not) where all of them were part of revolutionary movement before the 50th Hunger Games. Some things are the same in both universes (Mr. Hawthorne and Mrs.Mellark are best friends in both, haha), some are completely different (Mr.Mellark and Mrs.Mellark were not in love in “uprising au” and had to marry for the sake of revolution after Mr.M/Mr.E partnership was broken, oh oh, that was super dramatic!). But they look pretty much the same in every AU I have in my head haha. So here are quick portraits of SQQ gen characters and their confident files from D13 before the 50th Hunger Games reaping day (everything went wrong after that, huh).

About Donner sisters. Peeta said that Mr.Mellark described them as “twins or something” and I interpreted this “something” as that they were not identical twins. Katniss was amazed by young Mrs.Undersee and Madge’s similarity but she didn’t have this feeling about Maysilee. So I think they looked like sisters but not super similar to each other. I mean, I’m a mother of identical twins, I know what I’m talking about lol.

These portraits are not perfect and were done quickly but I really tried 😅. Funny fact: overall I have more clear vision of SQQ characters than THG characters, haha (especially young Haymitch, Mr.Everdeen, Hazelle and Mrs.Mellark). Oh, and you have no idea how much time I’ve spent on these files lol. I don’t even know WHY I did it, because obviously no one cares, but this idea lived in my head for far too long. Ugh, I’m finally free of it. And now I need to return to my work and also main series uffffffff.

P.S. “agent Fox” is Haymitch’s girl, but I have no decent head canon for her

P.P.S. I don’t mention any names because I try not to be too attached to particular names for these characters (who knows maybe one day Suzanne will reveal some information and I don’t want to be upset lol)

[qvietspvce]

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[chrisevansonly]

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[lqvesoph]

his rival's sister (pt.1)

gif by @smithrowed

paring: charles leclerc x drivers sister!reader

warnings: smut, making out, fingering, kinda public sex, google translate used for languages other than english

this is a two-shot, 2nd part here

this is purely fiction!!

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"We need to be careful", you mumbled in between kisses. Charles gave an agreeing hum and continued to roam his hands over your body.

The two of you stood in the small Ferrari garage where the tyres were kept, your back against the wall.

You grinned. "I'm serious", you chuckled, holding his cheek, to prevent him from kissing you. "Yes, I know but no one is going to see us here", the monegasque smiled, leaning in again to kiss your neck this time.

You automatically tilted your head to give him more space. Your hand, that previously rested on his shoulder, moved up to grip the short hair in the back of his neck.

Charles slowly bit into your skin, making you squirm and push yourself closer against him. A tiny whimper left your lips at the feeling of his hot breath on your bare neck.

"Shhhh", he whispered laughing, holding his finger in front of your lips, when suddenly the door opened.

The look in your eyes quickly turned from pleasure to fear. Charles turned his hand around, so that his palm was now pressed against your mouth, keeping you from letting out any sound.

Your felt your breathing become heavier. Hundreds of thoughts running through your mind at once, until you felt Charles' other hands up high under your skirt, dangerously close to your center.

"What are you doing?", you asked but it sounded so muffled that not even you could figure out what you just said. "Shhh, mon amour, ne parle pas (Don't talk)", he whispered in your ear, licking the spot under it after.

You quietly moaned into his hand, while one of his fingers stroke over your clit. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear. Yes, this was obviously the intention behind it but you didn't plan it to be with someone walking past.

"Si mouillé pour moi déjà (So wet for me already)", he groaned, sliding his finger through your folds. "Charles", you tried to say but his hand on your mouth made it only sound like a desperate moan.

"Shhh attends un peu, je ne peux pas te donner ce que tu veux quand il y a du monde autour (Wait a little, I can't give you what you want when there are people around)", he murred, sucking on your neck and leaving a little purple patch.

You desperately tried to shake your head to tell him that you couldn't care less if there are people around or not. Your obvious despair made him chuckle.

"Tu penses que tu peux rester tranquille? Pendant que je te fais jouir? (You think you can stay quiet? While I make you cum?)", Charles mumbled and slowly dipped one finger inside you. You opened your mouth against his palm and a little moan escaped.

Charles pulled his finger out of you again.

"Arrête de pleurnicher et reste tranquille si tu veux ça (Stop whining and stay quiet if you want that)", he spoke a little harsher.

You could tell the teasing also touched a nerve inside him, the thrill of you having to stay quiet or else you would get caught. You could also feel it, as his middle was pressed right to your leg.

Charles started to insert his finger once again and this time you tried to stay quiet. "I can feel you clenching around me, mon amour", he groaned.

You circled your hip as a sign for him to move. Charles nodded and pushed his finger fully into you before pulling it out almost completely. He continued this movement while his thumb caressed your clit.

You moved your hips to meet his at every movement. You desperately whined into his hand.

The voices became louder with every second. Right when Charles added a second finger, two people dressed in Ferrari attire passed you and Charles, you recognized them as his engineers.

You were hidden behind a few stacks of tyres but still feared they could see you. And if Charles hadn't added that second finger you probably would've thought way more about all the possibilities.

You grabbed his hair tighter and pushed his face to the swell of your breast where your blouse was unbuttoned at the top and he began to lick and suck again.

His fingers pumping inside you, combined with his mouth on your skin and the feeling of his hard dick rubbing against your thigh, pushed you over the edge.

You moaned a little louder against his hand and slumbed against the wall after, thankful for Charles steadying you.

You hadn't had time to tell Charles but you felt the smirk against your skin when you released on his fingers.

His hand still firmly pressed over your mouth didn't help your heavy breathing, you needed air.

"L'hai sentito? (Did you hear that?)", you heard one of his engineers ask, making you gasp. Your italian was broken but you understood the few words.

"Shhhh", Charles mumbled against your ear, panting quietly. Both of your chests rose and fell almost in sync.

"Probabilmente non è niente (It was probably nothing)", the other guy said before they left the small garage again.

That's when Charles put his hand down and let you fully fall against him. "Fuck", you moaned, you clit still throbbing from the orgasm seconds ago.

Charles had the most smug grin on his face when bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick your juice off them.

You could've cum right there again. Instead you slapped his cheek. "They could've caught us", you whisper-yelled.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy the thrill", Charles smirked, holding strong eye contact with you. "I-", you started but Charles shook his head.

"Don't even try to deny it, your body spoke against you already, mon amour", he said before shortly pressing his lips on yours.

"I need to get back to the garage", Charles murred, adjusting your skirt and buttoning your blouse again.

"You really want to sit in the car with a hard-on?", you whispered seductively, tracing the hem of his jeans and dipping your fingers into his boxers underneath them.

"No, I don't but I fear we don't have enough time for that right now", he mumbled with closed eyes. You smirked when you saw the goosebumps arising on his skin, loving the effect you had on him.

"I should be in my suit and ready for FP3 already but after that...", he left his sentence unfinished and looked at you with a raised brow.

"Count on it", you whispered and pulled him down to you for one last kiss before you had to let him go again.

He smirked and stepped away so you could lift yourself off the wall.

You legs were still a little shaky but you managed to walk. Charles was already by the door and checked if there were people around. Thankfully there weren't.

"I'll see you later", he whispered. "Drive safely", you replied, stroking over his arm. Charles nodded.

You looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before he leaned down to meet your lips again. "One more", he mumbled, making you smile. "Okay", you chuckled.

"Last one", Charles said and kissed you again. "Charles! You need to go", you laughed and playfully pushed him away. The boy lifted his arms in defence and stepped back while laughing. "Already gone", he laughed.

You shook your head with a smile on your face and made your way to the other motorhome.

"Where have you been?", a voice asked when you stepped inside. "Oh, you know, just taking a walk around the paddock", you lied.

He nodded and stepped closer. "Be careful out there", you told him, where upon he laughed. "Zal ik doen, zus (I will be, sis)", Max said and pressed a kiss to your hair before leaving to go to his garage.

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗦 - part eight charles leclerc  x  fem! driver! reader (angst/fluff) “… forgetting is troublesome especially when you used to be enemies.”

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"You play?" You called though the apartment, crouching down infront of the piece. "I took the Leclerc's for more of . . . classical instruments." You noted, admiring the piece.

Arthur peaked his head from the wall, looking at you confused. "Ahhh." He snapped his fingers once he saw the red electric guitar leaning on the stand against the wall. "That's not mine, that's yours." He disappeared behind the wall again.

"Mine?" You frowned, confused. You didn't play any instruments as far as you could remember—

You entered the room loudly strumming the guitar to the tune of 'do i want to know' by arctic monkeys. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je jamais fait pour te déplaire. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi." [dear god, what have i ever done to displease you. please forgive me] charles screamed into his hoodie as you stood on the background. "Have you ever been beaten by a wet spaghetti noodle because you confused your girlfriend for her twin sister and fucked her dad? That's what it's like to drive a Ford f2 50." You could hear the other quartet boys wheezing on stream while charles bit on his sleeve to muffle his screams.

You chuckle pulling the case open. You're met by a nice surprise. Tons of polaroid photos fill the case, leaving enough space for the guitar. They were all pictures of you and Charles, dating from the beginning of your relationship till mid 2020 during lockdown.

"I don't think he would've hid that here if he knew you put all these there." Arthur chuckled, holding up a cup of hot coffee ( or was it chocolate? ) for you.

It was both. You sipped the drink, looking at the memories. "What'd you mean?" "Charles didn't think it was as romantic as playing the piano in the morning." The older brother-in-law, Lorenzo, commented as he walked through the hallway.

"Speaking of mister romantic." Arthur sat beside you wiggling his eyebrows. "You like him." You dry laughed which did end up in an actual laugh.

"vous êtes en retard de plusieurs semaines." [you're late by a few weeks] Pascale corrected her youngest son as she stopped by the room, looking at you with a soft smile. You shrugged, sharing the smile.

"Je serais idiot de ne pas tomber amoureuse de mon mari." [i'd be an idiot to not fall for my husband] I joked. Arthur folded his arms squinting his eyes, giving you a suspicious look. "Donner une raison." [give reason] He demanded.

"What is this? An exam." You scoffed with a laugh, nudging his shoulder. "For sentimental reasons." You stuck your tongue out at him, putting the guitar in the case and collecting your things to leave.

"Ie dois partir . . . uhh— maintenant!" [i have to go, uhh now] You snapped your finger once you remembered the word, kissing Pascale's cheek gently. The Your family gave you smiles and waved farewells as you put your shoes on and left for your car.

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"im safe" was the only message in the chat. You'd texted Charles almost a week ago to assure him of your safety. You didn't tell him where or with who you were, maybe that was why he didn't answer.

Was he angry? He probably was.

You sighed deeply, pocketing your phone as you approached your hotel room. You unlocked the door, pushing your suitcase inside. Charles was here, you could smell his cologne, or maybe because the shower was running and no one else would shower in your room.

Your eyes undiluted upon seeing the two separate beds.

The bathroom door unlocked and Charles stepped out. He was definitely surprised to see you, he wasn't expecting you till tomorrow. And you could tell. He wouldn't be standing there, naked, if he knew you'd be there.

"Sorry." Your voice came out raspy as you tore your eyes away from his bare flesh, looking away. You cleared your voice with a cough, starting to unpack your belongings in the closet. You could hear him move around before he reached for clothes from behind you. You could feel the steam from his skin and his breath on your neck as he paused to look down at your timid figure which got even timid-er when he trapped you between your arms, leaning closer to you.

You closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath as you felt Charles lips ghost on the skin on your neck. A gasp left your mouth as you felt his hands trail down your chest and hips. "Charles." His name left your tongue like a prayer.

"Please." "You want me?" "I need you." You pleaded, trying to lean back into his body only for him to pull away. "You want me?" "I do. I need you." You begged again, feeling shame flow through your body as you breathed out the words.

"Char . . . les?" You felt him pull away with a scoff. Your face reddened with embarrassment as you heard him dress before taking his leave.

"You've finally done it." You mumbled to yourself stepping in the shower. From going to begging for you to rejecting you. This marriage was dead wasn't it? With a quick shower and tidy up, you collapsed on the not taken bed, staying there for the rest of the night.

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"Hehe, look at you!" "Me? Your face is basically- AMOUR!" Charles could feel his faint shouting and your giggling as he gently closed the hotel door after him. He kicked his shoes off before slowly taking strides to your non-moving blanket-covered figure.

He could see the light from the screen under the blanket, colors and figures moving. "Charles!" "Stay still- Y/N! Stop pulling- Y/N!" Your giggles and laughs filled his ears as he gently pulled the blanket to reveal the old digital flip screen camera playing videos from its files.

He could see his younger self trying to pull you closer from your jaw, trying to reach your lips and when he did he kissed you deeply, not wasting the chance to make out with you.

"You know I love you, cheri?" "Oh?" Your drunk voice sounded through the room. "You're so sweet carli-" Charles took the camera, shutting it off with an angry huff.

His eyebrows furrowed. He looked down at you ready to give you a scowl or a scolding only to find you sleeping, far away in dreamland. His shoulders relaxed as he admired you.

What happened? He kept thinking. It was not your fault you said these words. You were frustrated and confused. Heck you were a Seventeen year old, who woke up from a nap to find herself 7 years in the future in a 25 year-olds life and with her expectations.

"I'm sorry." He found himself murmuring quietly, the bed dipping as he sat next to you, gently brushing your messy hair from your face.

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"JESUS!" You stomped angrily, ripping your helmet and balaclava off. "Calm down, Y/N." "Don't tell me to calm down! You yourself said it was bad."

"No no, Y/N." Your mechanic tried to hold you back only for you to shove your helmet in his chest. "LANDO!" You called the British out and you approached his garage. "What the fuck was that?! Huh? Are we playing bumper cars?"

Lando sighed, rolling his eyes as he walked out, ready to shut you up. "You're making a scene." He scolded you, taking your arm to pull you somewhere private. "I am! That was crazy. You're crazy."

"Why do you care?" He stopped in his tracks, looking you straight in your eyes. "You crashed Charles out? He's in the hospital? He's my husband? You hurt my husband." I argued, not being able to stand him.

"He's not your husband." your eyes widened at his statement. "He's Y/N's husband. He's my best friend's husband. I don't know where she is but I'm definitely not looking at her."

You clenched your jaw and fists, glaring at him as he walked away. You took long strides in the other direction.

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"Fuck!" You screamed in your car over and over again as you parked at the hotel. You just wished you were back in f3, you wish this was all a nightmare, a bad dream and you'd wake up any second now and score p19 in that damn race.

Lando was right, you weren't Y/N. Nothing that you had was yours, you shouldn't have any of it all. You shouldn't even be here.

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"Again?" Charles grumbled, looking around the empty hotel room. Your things were here, but you were nowhere to be found. "Fucking hell Y/N." He cussed, going down the hall to look for you. You might've been at Lando's or Max's?

Neither. One had shrugged and told Charles he last saw you with Lando and the other told him that he last had a fight with you before you walked off. Great.

your things were here but you weren't. Maybe you were on a run? Yes, that must be it. You were just running your stress off, like you always do right? Charles waited. and waited. and waited. it was 4am, he was laying in your bed, his arm in the sling hurting and his eyes burning from lack of sleep.

Great. fucking great—

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and there you were, standing at the door, looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N, what the actual fuck?!" You flinched, looking up scared as he stomped over. You were ready for a scolding or for him to should, or hit you even. but you were instead pulled into his chest by his one good arm.

"Where the fuck have you been." ok he did scold you, but you still felt better in his arms. so you stayed there, hugging him for the rest of the morning. "your arm—" "fucking fine. just— SHH!" you stayed quiet, letting him nuzzle in your neck and caress your head.

"Where?" "Drive?" "Why?" "Needed to clear my head." "All night?" "Mhm." you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Text me then." "I did?"

You did. Take a guess on who blocked his number. "Sorry." "Just— dont fucking run off like that. It scares the shit out of me."

[aaronstveit]

what i really love about the tbosas ending is that within the story, it doesn't matter if lucy gray lives or not. i like to think she did because she deserves a happy ending, but in the story it doesn't matter one way or another, because her legacy lives. quietly, sometimes invisibly. but it is there. her songs are there, her spirit, her mockingjays. every character we meet from district 12 is influenced by her without even knowing it. she is not solely responsible for 12's quiet rebelliousness, but she is in all of it. she is in katniss's father bringing katniss to the lake, his songs, the name he gives his daughter. she is in katniss's mother, caring for the victims of panem's greed and cruelty. she is in haymitch, gale. she is in the songbird that katniss's mother inherits when her friend dies in the games. she is in the mockingjay pin passed from maysilee donner to her sister, to madge, to katniss. she is in peeta and his pageantry, his ability to manipulate a crowd, his way with words. and katniss. she is in every aspect of katniss's life, from her name to her music to the symbol she gives the revolution. lucy gray is there when katniss volunteers to save her sister. lucy gray is there when katniss sings rue to sleep in her field of flowers. lucy gray is there when katniss holds out those berries. when katniss extends her wings during her quarter quell interview, when she extends her hands to her fellow tributes. when katniss walks through the hospital in district 8, touching hands and giving small words of comfort. when katniss sits at their lake, hers and lucy gray's, and sings their hanging tree song. lucy gray is always there, her and her mockingjays. not in the same way that she haunts everything snow does, but in a real, tangible way. her memory has been destroyed, but her legacy still lives.

[lineycantdance]

For all the people clamoring for a book/movie/prequel about Haymitch's Games, why is there virtually ZERO fanart of the 2nd Quarter Quell? Young Haymitch who was canonically a baddie? Maysilee Donner, the OG owner of the Mockingjay pin whose death Katniss explicitly compares to Rue's? Where y'all at?

Suzanne dedicates 3-4 pages in ch 14 of CF to describing Haymitch's Games. We know what the arena was like, how most of the tributes died (bloodbath killed 18, volcanic eruption killed 12), we know how Haymitch outlasted 47 other tributes, we know how he won and why the Capitol was unhappy with his victory.

PLEASE the fact that the arena was designed to look picturesque and enticing but every temptation, from the flowers and fruit, to the butterflies and even the water itself, was toxic like some kind of twisted Garden of Eden???? Gotta hand it to the Gamemakers, that's so scrumptiously evil!

Also, I'm sorry to bring this back to my girlie Maysilee, but the fact that she wasn't killed by another tribute but by flamingo mutts minutes after she broke off her alliance with Haymitch and just as soon as he figured out the force field... Ohhh the Gamemakers did her so dirty!

Honestly, for a character with connections to many established characters in the trilogy, (she was Madge's aunt, Katniss's mom's best friend, AND Haymitch's ally) and who is the originator of an object which was both a testament to the intergenerational dynamics in the series and whose symbolic significance is central to the entire HG franchise, we know very little about Maysilee.

Maysilee's family ran a sweet shop, she owned a pet canary (a songbird used to detect poisonous gas in coal mines) which was bequeathed to Katniss's mother after her death, and she had a twin sister who eventually married the Mayor but suffers from chronic pain, presumably because she remains devastated by her sister's death.

These details establish Maysilee as someone distinctly of the well-off merchant class of D12, and they evoke notions of frivolity, excess, and indulgence. Arguably so does the pin which is described as a family heirloom made of solid gold in the book. And yet, these details also speak to the simple joys in life that should be luxuriated.

Katniss's mother receiving the songbird foreshadows her falling in love with Katniss's father as well as his eventual death in the coal mines. Similar to the cakes in the Mellarks' bakery that Prim so admired, sweets represent joy, beauty, and pleasure, even if rare and fleeting.

Candy as both a source of temptation and pleasure, the canary as both a melodious songbird and detector of poison, plus the fact that the 2nd QQ arena was a poisonous paradise, I feel like these dualities had to be intentional! Maysilee's weapon of choice was poisonous darts. She was both beautiful and lethal.

I would like to imagine that Maysilee had something of a rebellious streak as the original owner of the Mockingjay pin. I would like to imagine that she probably had some important things to say given that the last thing the Gamemakers did to her was rob her of her voice.

Maysilee stuck her neck out for Haymitch and rescued him from a Career tribute before their alliance was formed. I would also like to imagine that, even though she died in the arena, her legacy lives on in the little and big acts of defiance exhibited by the other characters around her.

Her spirit lives on in Katniss's mom who moved from the merchant sector to the Seam to be with Katniss's father. In Madge who brings Gale her mother's medicine after he's whipped for hunting illegally. In Haymitch who becomes a key figure in the rebellion. And obviously in Katniss who risks her life for Prim, Rue, and Peeta.

We're all familiar with the origin story of the Mockingjay as a crossbreed between the mockingbird and a Capitol muttation—the Jabberjay which was intended to gather rebel intelligence but backfired. The Mockingjay thrived outside of the Capitol's control and thus became a symbol of anti-Capitol resistance.

It's called a MOCKINGjay because it made a mockery of the Capitol's failings. Sometimes mockingbirds are called nightingales but Suzanne intentionally used the former in the portmanteau of her fictional bird species because she literally spells things out with her naming conventions!

Thus, any character who acts in defiance of the Capitol's expectations or designs is akin to a Mockingjay. It's Haymitch avoiding other tributes as much as possible and only winning by exploiting the arena's forcefield—the D1 girl's axe backfires, and she's taken out by her own weapon. It's Katniss holding out the berries and refusing to win on the Gamemakers' terms, forcing their hand to let both her and Peeta live. It's Reaper using the Capitol flag for his makeshift morgue.

It's all the tributes who gave solace, comfort, dignity, and respect to other tributes in their deaths (this happens A LOT but notice that all the D12 Victors do this). It's Thresh sparing Katniss for taking care of Rue. It's Peeta playing with the intent of helping Katniss win. It's Mags volunteering for Annie, it's Finnick resuscitating Peeta, etc. It's anyone risking their life or livelihood for someone else's sake. It's care, compassion, and even love persisting in the most brutal of circumstances.

For me, taking risks to care for others is what flies in the face of the Capitol ideology that people are inherently prone to war, violence, and destruction. This is especially true when it happens in the Games which are premised upon an "every man for himself" and "kill or be killed" mentality.

For me, taking risks to care for other people is the power of the Mockingjay symbol. It's also the meaning of the Hanging Tree song; risking everything for the chance of love and true freedom, even unto death. And that kind of hope is what rebellions are built on.

I just think that the Mockingjay pin means so much!!! I didn't even mention how, when Katniss pins it on her green shirt, she associates it with the freedom of being in the woods. It reminds her of her father whose singing voice was so beautiful that the mockingjays stopped to listen. The pin grounds her and makes her feel like she's taking a piece of home, a piece of her father into the arena.

Also, the pin is what makes Rue want to trust Katniss! For Rue, music is the one thing she can't live without, and back in D11 she sings to mockingjays to communicate that the working day is done. Katniss offers to give the pin to Rue, but Rue says she likes seeing it on Katniss better.

Also, let's not forget that the pin is a parting gift from Madge, Katniss's friend who truly cherishes her. As with the crowd who offers her the three fingered salute which she attributes to D12's respect for her father or Prim's loveableness, Katniss has difficulty recognizing that people like Madge already respect, admire, and care for her in her own right for her tenacity and bravery.

Madge is very insistent about informing Katniss that she's allowed a district token and implores her to wear the pin into the arena. This is likely a way of honoring her aunt who presumably also wore the pin as her district token. If so, then it's likely that Haymitch would have recognized the pin which may have given him an extra push to do his utmost to save Katniss because it reminded him of the girl he couldn't save.

Anyway, I feel like the intricacies of the mockingjay pin, its original owner, and its connection to the 2nd QQ are a little underappreciated. Like, this isn't even getting into the everlark parallels that write themselves... Please, Haymitch and Maysilee paved the way. They were the blueprint.

Personally, although I'm just as intrigued about the 2nd QQ as the rest of y'all, I'm fine with it being left up to the readers' imagination. There have been some great fan interpretations both in the form of fanfiction as well as the fan film by mainstay pro: https://youtu.be/7mUjssn86h4?si=PNH1rblPBp1Us5pg

I just find it kind of strange that, given how much interest there seems to be around Haymitch's Games, there isn't that much fan content, discussion, or analyses about them. Please feel free to contribute any thoughts, corrections, or reactions to this post!

[knowledgeabletrash]

I have so many feelings about the first Hunt and it’s aftermath from 2x08 & 09! Apologies for the word-vomit below this.

I never thought it would happen, but dare I say, Travis has become one of my favorite characters this season.

As an older sibling, I was right there with Travis these last two episodes. His guilt and grief in Storyteller hit very close to home for me and I just.

Right after the crash, everyone looked to Travis to take care of Javi, even when he was still trying to process the fact that he had just watched his father fall out of a fucking plane. He dug up his father’s rotting corpse in order to get a ring to help Javi grieve and remember their dad. He spent months walking 7 miles in every direction every day looking for Javi. And after all that, Javi still died. Not only did Travis lose his father, but now he’s lost his brother for the SECOND TIME. To make it worse, Javi was safe, he wasn’t picked! But then Travis decided to protect Natalie, and from the looks of it, he was ready to take her place; he threw himself in front of the door behind her and stood with a knife at his throat (for the second time oh my god these girls). I missed it before, but Travis looked to Javi and whispered his name after the Hunt went after Nat, he asked Javi to protect Natalie when he couldn’t. And doesn’t that make it so much worse? Up until then, Javi had been running away from the violence. Travis asked him to step up and take care of Natalie, someone they both grew to love. Javi became just like his big brother, and he died for it.

Side note: Travis is a better man than me because if that was my sister trust and believe I’d have done more than send them on a guilt trip, even if I was starving!! Not to soft quote Queen Ramonda here but HAS HE NOT GIVEN EVERYTHING?! His dad died while helping the girls put on their oxygen masks during the crash, Javi died so that the rest of them wouldn’t starve. His whole family died saving the Yellowjackets! Ben didn’t eat Jackie OR Javi and he’s still alive and kicking and burning down cabins, our girls SICK AND TWISTED (said with love). Even in the Donner Party, they made sure they ate in separate groups so that families would not have to eat each other or watch as their loved ones were eaten.

Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of people harping on Travis for telling Van that they should all be ashamed of what they did, and god it makes me so upset. Y’all can excuse hunting your friends and cannibalism but not a grieving teenage boy lashing out after the murder of his little brother??!! Like, the first thing Travis did when he saw his brother’s body was try to untie his hands because he’s not an animal he’s just a kid, and then cradled him like a baby, only to have his body taken from him moments later to be dismembered and butchered.

As the youngest of the survivors, Javi was someone who, by normal conventions, should have been protected by the rest of the group. Of course Travis needs them to be ashamed of what they did, he blames himself for Javi’s death just as much as he does then, if not more!! Travis was supposed to protect him and he failed him!!

I understand that Travis is not a fan favorite by a long shot and Van is one of the most popular characters in the show, which might be skewing the perception of this scene a bit, but I think the people who are dunking on Travis here are missing the point a little? Yes, Van gave him some brutal honesty and was well within her rights to do so. However!! Travis also gets to be pissed at the Yellowjackets. The fact is: they absolutely SHOULD be ashamed, but they’re not. They fully COULD HAVE saved Javi, but they didn’t. Javi was not the one who drew the card, but he died anyway. Why was Javi’s life worth less than Lottie’s, who might have died on her own? Because they liked her more? Because he was more expendable? No matter how much you justify it, Javi did not NEED to die. None of it was fair. That’s the point, that’s the tragedy of it all!

Lottie Matthews really dropped the thesis of the show: “Is there a difference?”

It doesn’t matter if there was some supernatural entity out there who “chose” Javi to die, it would have happened anyway. It’s much easier to stand by and watch a boy drown than to do the killing yourself. They were starving, he was there. Even if the Wilderness chose, the Yellowjackets chose, too.

Circling back a bit, I also want to talk about the difference between the two instances of cannibalism on this show: how they’re similar and different.

When Shauna and Travis discover their loved ones bodies (both frozen might I add), they assume very similar positions, kneeling by their heads and touching their faces. Both of their death’s were caused by the collective inaction of the rest of the group. The person who takes the first bite was the person who loved them most, thus giving permission to the others to eat and spurring on the feeding frenzy.

Jackie was an accident, Javi was on purpose. When Shauna found Jackie, she screamed and was in denial, trying to shake her awake. Travis was almost completely silent, only whispering “I’m sorry” and cradling Javi’s head in his lap. They held onto Jackie’s frozen corpse for months so Shauna could grieve her, but they took Javi away from Travis after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. They ate Jackie whole like vultures, but they butchered Javi like an animal. The process of eating Jackie took a long time, almost three months from her death to consumption. Hell, she was slow roasted. With Javi though, “it all happened so fast” he was dead, cleaned, and eaten all within a few hours.

Shauna ate Jackie’s ear first. Jackie was driven into the cold by Shauna’s words. Travis ate Javi’s heart first. Javi went after Natalie because Travis loved her and because he loved Travis.

I’ve seen people say that the progression to the Hunt was too sudden and a result of bad writing but I’m going to have to disagree! Just from the parallels between Jackie and Javi’s deaths alone you can tell these writers know their shit. The Hunt has been teased since Doomcoming back in S1, the bloodthirsty side to the Yellowjackets has long been set up (Not!Tai eating Jackie’s face, Misty pushing Crystal, Shauna beating up Lottie). All season, we have seen various characters talking about eating another person multiple times (Misty and Crystal with the bone broth, Gen and Melissa about Crystal’s body, Mari and Misty both threatening Coach Ben), so they’ve had cannibalism on the brain for a while before they decided to Hunt. I’d go so far as to say the first signs of the Hunt were back in 1x01 with the girls icing out Allie for the greater good so they could win nationals. Them shunning Jackie solidified that the Yellowjackets were more than comfortable singling out and dehumanising one of their own, so long as the rest of the group deemed it necessary.

Cannibalism also is probably one of those things that gets easier the more you do it? Like they definitely would have Hunted and eaten Travis during Doomcoming if they had already taken the first step into cannibalism before then. Once they ate Jackie, all bets were off. The Wilderness “refusing” to let Lottie die was just a convenient excuse, they were hurdling headfirst into hunting their friends for sport looooong before then.

All this to say the Season 2 finale destroyed me and these are only Some of my thoughts about it. I’m not even TOUCHING the Natalie stuff yet.

[melisusthewee]

In my ongoing attempt to convince people to watch this movie (because it is so fucking good you have no idea), I put together this list of reasons why you need to watch this film. Sorry, but I can't be normal about this:

None of the backgrounds or environments are CGI! Those mountains? Those are the Andes! That's the real Valley of Tears! While filming with the actors was done in a different location (I believed they filmed in the Sierra Nevadas?), location photography and filming was done in the Andes and then spliced accordingly into the film.

It's an ensemble piece! Until now, most movies/docs/books have (understandably) focused almost exclusively on Nando Parrado and Roberto Canessa because of their 10 day trek through the mountains. But the group was more than just the two of them and this film shows that by emphasizing everyone's importance and roles in their survival.

Having said that, NANDO PARRADO IS THE FUCKING GOAT. This guy fractured his skull during the crash which caused his brain to swell. Everyone thought he was dead at first and only brought him back inside the plane when someone noticed he was still breathing. Even then, he wasn't expected to survive for very long so the others placed him where it was coldest which ended up saving his life as the cold temperature along with dehydration helped bring the swelling in his brain down. He was in a coma for three days, woke up to learn his mother was dead and his sister was dying, and decided, "Fuck this, I am getting off this mountain and you're all doing it with me." AND THEN HE DID, part of which involved hiking for 10 days across the Andes with NO GEAR.

The decision to make Numa Turcatti the narrator was brilliant. I cannot say more due to spoilers but iykyk.

Speaking of other films (looking at you, 1993's "Alive"), this movie cast exclusively Uruguayan (and some Argentinian) actors in order to give it proper authenticity.

This movie does not fuck around, with the crash happening within the first 15 minutes of the movie. And it is horrible in that it is probably one of the most accurate portrayals of a plane crash? I don't like flying, and I was incredibly anxious watching it to the point where I thought initially I might have to turn it off. But despite this, it never feels exploitive or anything. Just... real.

The entire movie was shot chronologically in order to give the make-up team an easier time with getting the actors to look increasingly gaunt and disheveled as well as adding a tighter consistency between shots and scenes. Many of the actors lost upwards of 50 lbs by the time filming was concluded.

For the avalanche scene, the actors were buried under nearly 8 inches of real snow. Because of this, the redness of their skin isn't the work of make-up or special effects but is very real.

Michael Giacchino's score. But even more importantly, his use of silence.

Honestly, this movie feels genuinely cold in a way that most movies and tv shows never quite capture. The sound of frozen clothing crunching, the frost that covers them, the clear impact of cold and frost on hair and skin, the shaking and shivering. It's really hard to describe, but like... it didn't feel like these were just actors on a set walking around. It felt genuinely cold.

The payada (rhyming/rap battle) was entirely improvised by the actors.

Enzo Vogrincic (Numa) looks like a young Adam Driver. You know you want to watch him stare soulfully into the camera for two hours. (But really, the acting in this movie is phenomenal.)

For Cold Boy fanciers, Gustavo Zerbino is basically the group's Goodsir - a cinnamon roll doing his best.

Fito Strauch's homemade sunglasses!

I could write an essay about the way the film confronts and portrays the cannibalism. Since I've rambled on long enough, let me just say here that it feels authentic in the way it's handled and not like you typically expect to see in stories like the Franklin Expedition, the Essex, or the Donner Party. (My only criticism is that it looks like they used raw chicken as the meat? And I unfortunately happen to know that human meat very much does not look like chicken.)

MOST IMPORTANTLY, this movie gives voices to those who didn't survive the mountains. And yes, it is a story about survival (and is a wonderful portrayal of positive masculinity) but it is really a story about love. Love for one's friends. Love for each other. And how love is the only way we survive.

[cleolinda]

A Halloween roundup

(DID YOU KNOW: I set up my Livejournal account 20 years ago today?)

Obviously I have the #halloween everyday tag with plenty of festive reblogs. But here's also a list of my own posts from today and earlier this month:

Music discussion!

"Dead Man's Party"

"Back to the Wall"

"Howl"

An ancient short story I'm kind of nervous about throwing into the wilds of Tumblr! It's named after a tarot card!

"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"

Long posts are looooong!

True story: I Grew Up in a Haunted House and I Didn't Notice

Part two: My Sister Noticed

The Scariest Movie I Ever Saw in a Theater: The Ring

Creepypasta discussions: "Ted the Caver"

and "The Dionaea House"

I finally finished watching The Fall of the House of Usher and might say a bit about that later this week, now that I can actually look at the tag. Doesn't matter if it's not Halloween anymore by the time I finish (it might be a moment, because I want to get a flu shot and then sleep it off). As I have warned you all before, "spooky season" is kind of a year-round thing with me, especially as we head into the glorious month of Novampber.

[kaicubus]

Dating Cameron James

Warnings : none.

fem!reader x Cameron James from 10 things I hate about you

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- When Cameron first saw you as the new boy at Padua, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.  He was absolutely enchanted by you, and his friend Micheal was scared for his buddy’s life.  See, thing is, Y/n Donner is the sister of Joey Donner, and shes been robbed of a high school romance ever since she exited 8th grade and even then shes never been in a romantic relationship before because of her protective older brother.  Cameron couldn't help but block Micheal’s frantic explanation of this as he stared at you passing by. 

- Cameron’s idea of talking to you was to have Micheal talk to Joey to maybe allow you to talk to boys let alone date them.  But as he reported back, it didn't go well.

“I have a dick on my face, don’t I?” “Huh, what? Sorry, does Y/n always wear those earrings? Gold // Silver really suits her.”

- He often bumps into things while staring at you and utterly embarrasses himself.  For example : He accidentally breaks your science project without knowing its yours while walking in because you're wearing a new top.

“Sorry, this...stupid project got in my way.” He laughs and scratches the back of his head.

“That’s mine.” You reply blankly.

“DID I SAY STUPID?? I MEANT SPECTACULAR! STRIKING! PICTURESQUE EVEN!”

- You like learning languages? He’ll learn the current one you're most interested in and try and teach you too.  You like the guitar?  He’ll learn your favorite song and play it when you're around just to impress you.  You like reading?  He’ll check out any book you’re interested in and everything by the same author.

- It’s a dated term, but Cameron is a total simp for you and everything you do.

- Once, he brought you flowers and was really shy about the whole thing, scratching his neck with a dopey grin as he looked at you through his lashes.  You were about to thank him but then Joey came up behind him and beheaded all of them in front of you both.  He didn’t bring you flowers for a long time after that, at least around Joey.

♡ Despite what Joey warns you about, Cameron is the sweetest boyfriend ever.  Granted, he’s your first, but he’s still the SWEETEST.  He’s like a little puppy dog who wants to know everything about you.  He’s so eager to go places with you and see life through your big, beautiful eyes.  He’s just so enamored by you.

♡ He absolutely adores holding your hand and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles to just feel how real you are and how lucky he is to have you as his girlfriend.

♡ Even when you two are official, he is still madly in love with you and practically worships the ground you walk on.  It’s almost like you guys never got past the honey moon or teenagers in love phase because with him it feels like constantly walking on clouds.

♡ He’ll hold doors open for you, pull chairs out and push you in, hold your hand as you walk up on a curb, walk near the road so you don’t have to.

♡ Cameron listens to everything you say.  He remembers every. single. detail. even when you don't remember what you told him, he never fails to surprise you when he brings something up from 3 months ago. 

“Here.”

“Hm? What’s this?”

“The uh, the pearl necklace you said you wanted?”

“Pearl necklace?  We talked about that WEEKS ago?”

“Yeah! And I saved up enough money to buy one, authentic, just for you.  Here, let me put it on for you.”

♡ PET. NAMES. Baby, princess, darling, literally any name in the book and it’s so sweet it sickens you.

♡ He’s not strong, but if anyone comments on you negatively he’s not gonna hesitate to toss them around, or at least give them firm talking to...

♡ Grins from across the hall as he’s at his locker and you're walking to your next class.

♡ As much as he hates to admit it, he’s painfully insecure which means he has his jealous moments.  If he sees you with another guy, he automatically assumes the worst and gives you the silent treatment until you finally corner him and asks him what’s up.  He avoids the question until you kiss his cheek and he’s right back to normal.

♡ When you guys kiss, he never fails to find the small of your back and catch your waist and dip you a little bit backwards like straight out of a cheesy romance movie.  He would know.

♡ Regardless of what you’re wearing or what you look like, Cameron never fails to compliment you with sweet words and soft touches on your face or hands.  No matter how you embarrassed or shy you get, he’s adamant on making you feel good about yourself. 

♡ Joey always interrupts your guys’ dates, he’s like that annoying younger brother who’s nosy about everything except he’s older than you.  All Cameron wants to do is get along with him so things aren’t so awkward.

“What are you doing here, wet nap?” Joey insults.

“Uhm, I’m here to pick Y/n up.  We’re going on our lunch date, did she tell you?”

“Yeah, she wouldn't stop talking about it.”

“Joey! Cameron, don’t let him call you wet nap.  What kind of insult is that?”

“Look at him, look at how he’s dressed.” Joey nods his head in disapproval and kisses his teeth, making a hissing sound, “Looks like a wet napkin.”

“Bye Joey.” You huff in annoyance, shoving your boyfriend out the door. “B-Bye Joey!” Cameron says before you shut the door.

♡ You love pointing out how much he smiles around you, just to tease him and all, but he always admits he’s most happy when you're around. 

[practicalsolarpunk]

I was raised by parents who never taught me the basics of anything. I’m trying to learn how to do the basics of taking care of myself and others in a solar punk way. Do you have any recommendations on where to start. All i know how to do is sew and i have a basic grip on how to garden

This is a really fantastic question, and I actually have a basics/getting started masterpost in progress that you'll probably find helpful once I get it finished. In the meantime, here are some thoughts.

When it comes to deciding where to start, many people want to jump into something big - start a community garden or organize a renter's union in their building or convert their whole apartment to solar power. But if you're starting from a place of "my parents taught me nothing useful," think smaller. Learn how to take care of yourself first, and then you can expand it to others. Like a garden, you have to plant the tiny seeds first and invest time and water in them before you get big plants that can feed others.

Since you didn't mention any specific basics or skills you want resources and thoughts on, I'm going to cover a lot of general ones here. If there are specific areas you want more information/resources on, please feel free to respond (or send in another ask)!

Gardening: I stand by the assertion that the best way to learn about gardening is throw some seeds at some dirt and see what happens. If you're an apartment-dweller with no balcony or patio, try a small pot or a bottle tower garden in a windowsill. Even one of those houseplants that survives in low light will give you experience in what a plant needs to live. This post has some resources for gardening without spending money.

Sewing: I don't know if your sewing skills extend to mending, but if not, it's definitely something to look into! I've made entire dresses and quilts and I still find most of my sewing is repairing and mending other stuff. We have a mending tag, but I also love YouTube for this. Searching "how to mend X" (e.g. "how to mend hole in crotch of jeans") gives you a bunch of awesome tutorials. (And if you want to learn more sewing techniques, I highly recommend historical sewers on YouTube - Bernadette Banner and Morgan Donner are my favorites.)

Cooking: This is one of those things that's great for you (easier to feed yourself), great for gardening (growing fresh veggies is even more useful if you can cook things out of them), and great for community (humans be bonding over food). I don't have any particular resources for this, as my general philosophy is "if you can read, you can cook" - a good recipe will tell you everything you need to know to make it. If you don't have a good cookbook to work from, Smitten Kitchen has very clear recipes, many of which aren't difficult or time-consuming at all.

Building Community: One of the foundations of solarpunk is that it's about community. Even if you start out doing it by yourself, eventually you need a community to do bigger things. My favorite way to start is by meeting the neighbors. Taking over some food (cookies are great) and introducing yourself is a great way to open a relationship. We also have a community building tag for more ideas.

Finances: Not the most solarpunk of topics, but we have to be able to financially survive the current capitalist hellscape if we want to be able to do anything useful for anyone. I highly recommend Bitches Get Riches for this (website here, tumblr here). They're not specifically solarpunk, but they do have the "anticapitalist punk big sister" thing going on.

Integrate the 7 R's: There are more R's to sustainable living than just "Reduce Reuse Recycle". See this post for a primer.

Explore permaculture as a design system: Permaculture is often understood as a method of gardening, which isn't really accurate. It's actually a design system that can be used for a bunch of different areas of your life to make them more eco-friendly/solarpunk. I highly recommend Heather Jo Flores's work for more about this concept - this article is a good place to start.

I'm sure there are more things that I'm not thinking of right now. If you have more specific questions or topics you want me to cover, please ask! I love tracking down resources for people, too, so if I don't already have something I'll do my very best to find it.

- Mod J

[sawronica]

Favorite minor Hunger Games Character?

hi anon! thx for your question & my first official ask :3c

i would honestly say it's between any of the donner/undersee characters. madge, mrs. undersee both have this generational tragedy to carry, which is the loss of maysilee. mrs. undersee becomes so ailed by the grief of her twin sister that getting out of bed is near to impossible, and how she's in a constant cycle of pain after losing her other half.

madge is aware of maysilee; she owned her mockingjay pin up until she gave it to katniss as a gift (which is honestly a foreshadowing for greater things in the trilogy), but she's also got a deeper understanding of the games and the system despite being someone of a rich background. because it's interlinked with her family, and no matter how much she thinks about her aunt being here, she will always see different— she'll always see the face of her aunt's ally and know that things would've always been this way.

it's even more miserable that madge & her family die from the bombing in 12 — forever doomed to burn out and be the smallest part of history.

again, thank you for your ask! i would go into further depth if i had the brainpower honestly.

[gabyreads]

Guys, have you ever stopped to think how much we NEED a Haymitch's hunger games book? Like we need to understand it, cause we know it was so bad to the point of making him an alcoholic. The fact that his district ally, Maysilee Donner, was Katniss mom's friend and Madge mom's twin sister just hits different.( and the mockingjay pin worn by Katniss since the 74th Hunger Games was originally Maysilee's).

A brief summary, not mine, of his story.

In the arena the flowers were poisonous, the animals aggressive, and the snow-capped mountain erupted on day 4, revealing itself in actuality to be a deadly volcano, killing 12 tributes. Haymitch was not seduced by the allure of the surroundings, quickly securing a bag and a knife from the cornucopia before retreating into the woods. While in the woods, Haymitch runs into three career tributes. He’s outmanned but not outgunned as he quickly kills two of them with his knife. The final tribute manages to disarm him, and as they go in for the kill fellow District 12 tribute Maysilee Donner kills the career with a dart. While there, he notices that a forcefield surrounds the arena and that anything thrown at it bounces back. When Haymitch refuses to leave the edge, Maysilee chooses to separate from him and turn back towards the center, only to be killed by a mutt. Haymitch holds her hand as she dies. That same day two more tributes are killed, leaving just Haymitch and a District 1 career tribute left. A violent and deadly fight ensues between the two. She throws her axe at him, and he strategically dodges it and allows it to hit the forcefield, where it bounces back and hits her in the face, killing her. Haymitch is pronounced the victor.

We also know his loved ones were killed by President Snow…

[babbletaels]

I'm pretty sure this is completely useless information because it doesn't seem to amount to anything in the books (or movies for that matter) and I don't know if fans even care.

But Mockingjays are not the only songbirds of significance in the hunger games books and I need to share the little tidbits I found/remembered.

You know how district 11 uses Mockinjays to signal when the work day is over? Canaries were used in the mines in district 12, for a different purpose. They brought a canary down with them to alert them if the air was bad. If the canary stopped singing that meant the air was bad and workers needed to leave to avoid getting sick/dying.

This actually, for some reason, is poetically brought up when Beetee compares Wiress to a canary. Wiress later starts singing (like a canary) non stop, until she suddenly stops, which alerts Katniss to the danger they're in.

Remember the original owner of the mockingjay pin? Maysilee Donner, the girl who went to the 50th hunger games together with Haymitch (and two others). The mockingjay pin was kept by her sister, who later gave it to her daughter Madge, who then gifted it to Katniss. Maysilee also had a pet canary, but after she died in the hunger games it was given to Maysilees best friend: Katniss' mother.

Canaries are songbirds, just like mockingjays they are able to mimick some sounds and songs.

Mockingjays are black while canaries are yellow, like dandelions, like buttercup flowers, like primroses?

Is it a coincidence that the mockingjay pin is golden? That they chose to make it black in the mockingjay movie?

Mockingjays are wild birds, unwanted but free. Canaries are only mentioned to be beloved pets or to go into the mines with the coal miners.

Idk there is something there left unexplored.

Also I think Maysilee Donner really liked birds.

[kilfeur]

Depuis que j'ai vu Aduo, je me demande si elle est la mère de Jinshi. Mais vu leur écart d'âge, ça colle pas, peut être frère et soeur ? Sinon on parle davantage du rôle des concubines qui est de donner des enfants à l'empereur. Lishu est celle qui a le moins vu l'empereur et c'est pas plus mal au premier abord. Mais d'autres penseront qu'elle n'accomplit pas son rôle. Surtout qu'elles pourraient se faire remplacer par une candidate plus jeune. Sinon le père de Mao Mao s'est occupé du défunt enfant d'Aduo. Alors question qu'est ce qu'il foutait au palais alors qu'il vit aux quartiers des plaisirs ? Surtout qu'il a dit que le hasard fait bien les choses quand sa fille lui raconte ce qui lui est arrivé. Qu'est ce ce que cela peut bien signifier ?

Ever since I saw Aduo, I've been wondering if she's Jinshi's mother. But given their age gap, it doesn't add up, maybe brother and sister? Otherwise, we're talking more about the role of concubines, which is to give children to the emperor. Lishu is the one who has seen the least of the emperor, and that's no bad thing at first. But others will think she's not fulfilling her role. Especially as they could be replaced by a younger candidate. Otherwise, Mao Mao's father took care of Aduo's deceased child. So what the hell was he doing in the palace when he lives in the pleasure districts? specially since he'd said that things happen by chance when his daughter tells him what happened to her. What the hell does that mean?