It’s like Hufflepuffs united
mom, dad, I’m bi
bilingual haha hasta luego bitches
Currently drinking: The best Butterbeer I have ever tasted.
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT
This is exactly the point I’ve been trying to make for years. Okay, so the revolution gets it’s kindling with Katniss. She volunteers, well that’s new, she rebels in the display of talents by shooting the apple. This triggers her perfect score, okay. These aren’t really “Revolutionary” though.
It’s not even revolutionary when Peeta professes his love, because, let’s face it, the rules of the game haven’t changed. They’re still just two kids who would have to KILL each other to win. Without a doubt, it would bring some interest to the games, so the Capitol makes propaganda about it. The “Star Crossed Lovers” in a game of life and death.
But what changes the game is Rue. Right away from her introduction in the books we know Rue is going to be somewhat of a big deal. She was compared to the most important character to Katniss, Prim, so that’s a huge indicator. She’s small, young, she’s what Prim would have been.
So Katniss instantly feels a subconscious pull toward her.
When they meet in the trees, Katniss could have killed Rue easily, and Rue probably could have pulled a sneak attack or alerted the Careers of Katniss’s presence. Instead, Rue points out the Tracker Jacker nest.
Then it escalates, Rue and Katniss become an odd team, they’re an alliance, which is never new in the Hunger Games, as forming teams and then betraying them at the end seems to be a common, but there’s is different. It’s close, it’s sisterly, protective.
And then Rue get’s impaled. Katniss kills her first tribute with ease after that. Comparing it to hunting game. Katniss holds Rue, she cries, and then she sings. She sings for Rue a song of promised safety and warmth, something completely absent in the arena.
And this is where the metaphorical canon fires. Katniss could have left Rue, the hovercraft would have been along to pick her up, but she can’t. She’s morally obligated to love this girl as much as possible. And this is where the revolution starts.
She honors the dead. She honors a dead tribute from a district she’d never seen, a person she’d known for only a short period of time. But she throws away Hunger Games norms. She rejects them completely.
In the Hunger Games you’re supposed to kill mercilessly and leave the victims for the plain box they’re shipped home in.
Katniss gives Rue a funeral in the Games, she decorates the body, she makes it look like Rue is sleeping. Like no harm had come. Katniss just ignited the coals that Rue had placed.
Rue’s District sends a parachute. Homemade bread.
Then Thresh kills Clove and distracts Cato by taking his bag.
The fire is going now, and the actions in Catching Fire are even more obvious.
The Speech for Rue. Peeta’s painting. Everything eludes back to this one little girl who became Katniss’s family.
So the revolution never started with Katniss, she was just the tinder for Rue’s ignition.
Rue was the real Mockingjay.
Also, who’s four note whistle is constantly attached to the trailers?
Rue is omnipresent in the books and movies, and I absolutely love it.
The rebellion was started because the innocence of a black girl was defiled.
That is a powerful statement that a lot of people gloss over for this book
Petition to ban old men from writing books just because they don’t know how to use an iPhone
Petition to have the youth in this country to actually educate themselves instead of spitting out some bullshit they read on some shitty post on facebook that’s untrue, and continues to spread like wildfire.
In 2012, young adults have set the record of completing both high school and college and are on course to become the most educated generation in America history. Maybe you should follow the example of ‘the youth in this country’ and do the same.
" I am the beast
I am the light
I am the blighted being cursed with sight
I am the god
Who created a world
I am Leviathan the Girl.”
i always end up thinking about the economic damage in superhero movies
If that itch behind my eyes starts again, I will stare straight ahead and not let the sadness blind me. I won’t walk into oncoming traffic, I won’t drive into another car.
I will always be standing here, suffering in the sort of silence that seems louder than noise, and I will survive it like the countless times I thought I would not.
I can’t be the end of myself when my fate appears to be twisting against me, telling me to swim against the current until I get too tired, and then telling me that it’s okay to drown.
People I love drink themselves to sleep, slash their wrists, and I tell them please don’t, you are not a shark, don’t bleed yourself out like you’re desperate to taste, please, please.
And often, from them, I am riddled with how hard it is to stop the self-destruction, and the bitter taste of “I know” sits on my tongue and asks me if it can jump out, and I command no, beg my brain to say yes,
But I just can’t share with people how the constant nagging at myself eats me alive, no pun intended, I try so hard not to skip lunch,
I try so hard not to cry during class, I will fight it, I tell myself, momma would want that. My funeral would not end after the service, it would continue on forever into the destroyed lives of people who ever felt something real for me,
The alcohol they drown the aching grief their bellies hold in, the kids they’ll never have because they just can’t get themselves together, their new broken concept of trust,
“I trusted you, and you left me, and now I can’t trust anyone else.”
I don’t want to hurt anyone.
I want to scream out that it’s killing me, it’s the monster, not me, killing me,
I don’t want to make the people I’ve known regret every little decision they’ve made, I don’t have it in me, I don’t, not revenge, no, I don’t.
I’ve always been searching just for some contentment, just a steady heart and some peace of mind, and it’s so hard to find.
But so long as momma is still here with me, getting up to go to work every day, texting me good morning and saying she loves me, trying and working and being there, I know I can search a little harder, wait a little longer.”