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marcille her eyes are up there

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not to be that one friend who's too woke but given that queerness and specifically lesbianism is such an integral part of the original fear street trilogy, sam moves to sunnyvale to escape her feelings for deena and remain closeted, cindy viewing her love for alice as part of the curse and forcing herself to be "perfect" and beat it by dating tommy, solomon's vendetta against sarah being specifically because she's gay and that being a central part of why the town persecutes them, sarah sacrificing herself for hannah and her love being so strong it literally carries through centuries, the only lesbian representation in prom queen being a very tired 'lesbian in love with her straight best friend to the point where it is her character trait' just feels like a slap in the face.

I get the point of utilising classic 80's tropes in a film set in the 1980s, but the point should be to interrogate and explore them, not to trot them out without thinking.

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In light of the new Until Dawn movie. (I miss these guys 🥹)

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🦋 every single choice will affect your fate, and the fate of those around you 🦋

(redraw of these)

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The back to back agony of Sunrise on the Reaping March and Losing Joel part two the electric boogaloo April.

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The doubling of tribute numbers. The miscarried Abernathy twins. The Donner sisters who Haymitch carries a fascination for as consequence. Louella being replaced by Lou Lou, a name that only mimics the first half of her name, and a girl who matches her in appearance only. The Appalachia legends of mimics. Tam Amber’s set of pins, one dropped down a well, the other discarded. The two versions of the games: the one that Haymitch remembers and the edited, falsified version of them without the real content. The two bags of gumdrops. The fraternal affection he feels for Louella and Lou Lou, the artificial twins, and Maysilee’s offer to be his sister—the second one she gives in the book. A bond with a real twin, both pairs healing the sisters he never did know. The split between what is natural and what is manufactured or forged, bonds that that grow on their own, or are forced into existance. And if the distinction makes any difference to the person it impacts.

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"I love you like all-fire"

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"Haymitch raises geese" OH YOU MEAN THE GEESE YOU GOT HIM AFTER HE TOLD YOU ALL HIS LONG LOST LOVE. THE GEESE YOU PROBABLY COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FOR DAYS SO YOU HAD TO GO GET SOME FOR HIM AND HAVE PEETA MAKE AN INCUBATOR? THOSE GEESE???

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if parks and rec was still being made they’d do a bit where ron swanson has to wear a pronouns name tag and it’d just be “???/???” And it’d cut to a talking head of him going

“I’ve been a fool all this time. It’s bad enough the government knows my name, but now they want to know my gender? So I’m not letting them know my preferred pronouns. As far as I’m concerned, no one in this building should refer to me at all.”

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a dream

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The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

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mmmrrrmm gloomed arm headcanons

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Lucy Gray should be proud to know she haunted that evil man every damn day of his fucking miserable life

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so katniss was the narrator of her own story and now we know that haymitch will get that opportunity, as well. even peeta, rue, and prim (each of them being mockingjays in the own right) have their stories told through katniss, their fellow district citizen, somebody who truly knows and loves them.

but lucy gray—the first mockingjay, the first district 12 victor, the tribute who changed the hunger games forever—is the only mockingjay who doesn’t get to tell her story. she’s reduced to a side character in her oppressor’s rise to power. she was the mockingjay before the world was ready for her, before the “sunrise.”

and yes that’s incredibly devastating, but it’s also fucking remarkable. they thought they buried her, but her music refuses to die. they tried to erase her, but her voice fuels the revolution. against all odds, lucy gray lives on.

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can’t believe suzanne collins called north america “a land full of Capitols” in tbosas and set the reaping on the fourth of july and people still don’t get that the hunger games is a critique of american capitalism. how much more direct is she gonna be in sunrise on the reaping.