I'm sure someone has probably pointed this out but I was thinking about how Katniss hunts and Peeta bakes.
Katniss provides through taking a life. Tracking and shooting animals.
Peeta provides though creating. Kneading dough and decorating pastries.
Katniss doing a majority of killing in the games to keep them alive just as she would to feed her family.
Peeta weaving tales like pleteno srce for The Capitol to win them sponsors so they aren't killed in the environment.
There's a reason the two work so well together.
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When you play the MC is just as into Cove as Cove is into them... That's the way I love playing the dynamic... I seriously cannot play it any other way, the way my character acts around Cove and the way he acts around them is so precious...
currently replaying the First Step and adoring just how precious these babies are *sobs*
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Day 11 of 30: I haven't updated in a few days, but that doesn't mean I haven't still been on track! I have exceeded the 1666 daily word goal every single day this week, and today was no exception: today, I wrote 3559 words (wowie zowie) and my total word count for the month is now 23,873.
Y'all, that is NUTS. I'm almost halfway there. I've never in my life gotten this far during NaNoWriMo, and even if I don't make it to 50k words by the end of this, I'm still so insanely proud of myself you guys have no idea
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Smile
The boss wasn’t known to smile.
If he did, it was only for business and even so, he would only grant a small one. Other than that, smiling was something not many people were witness to.
His crew took it as a challenge. They would tell jokes here and there and be met with a raised eyebrow or a neutral expression, sometimes deadpan if it were that corny. If they were lucky, they would get a tiny upturn of the lips, but it wasn’t common. Someone tried to tickle him once.
“Don’t even think about it,” Atlas muttered, just as they were behind him with their arms raised.
“…Sorry boss.”
People had considered it almost impossible to make him smile. Some say he’s a good businessman for it, better to show nothing to anyone for potential enemies could come from anywhere. Some suggested he wasn’t a cat at all but something else with what little emotion he grants people. One thing is for sure, Atlas’s smiles were reserved and rare.
So imagine their surprise after the new lead singer, a woman named Mitzi, who had taken an interest in their boss managed to have him hide a smile by bringing the glass to his lips when she winked at him.
If that surprised them, then their jaws were to the floor as they saw the two of them talking at the bar. When she whispered in his ear and whatever she said made him put his hand over his mouth and chuckle.
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Sometimes I think of Amy Pond, who grew up being called mad by those who wielded the word as a tool of exclusion and shame —
Amy Pond, who though forced into the hands of four psychiatrists, still clung to that which they called madness until those systems which elevate psychosocial conformity above humanity stripped it from her —
Amy Pond, whose imaginary friend reappeared for a single hour after twelve years and reignited that faith before disappearing for two more years —
Amy Pond, who spent those those two years under the same implicit threat ingrained in her through psychiatric violence, and thus began to believe the man who stopped the invasion was “just a madman with a box,” only for him to agree, and to also call her “mad, impossible Amy Pond,” reframing madness as non-negative for the first time in her life —
Amy Pond, who ignored the disembodied voice of her imaginary friend even as she ran away with him for real, who still lived each day with the traumatic internalization of deviancy dictated upon her by the psychiatric-industrial complex that shaped her from childhood —
Amy Pond, who wouldn't acknowledge the Doctor's voice, such that it took an Angel in her eye that was literally killing her to ensure she couldn't reality check herself —
Amy Pond, who stood before a room which muttered about “the psychiatrists we brought her to,” and though afraid, escaped their rigid parameters of acceptable existence.
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