Miss Cellaneous

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Posts tagged "the hunger games"





Read them all here, I felt like this should be remembered somewhere because it’s really good.


If you try to tell me the Hunger Games isn’t good enough to go toe-to-toe with shit like 1984, Lord of the Flies, and Farenheit 451 then we are gonna have to throw the fuck down

This. All of this. It applies to shoujo manga and anime as well.


i remember reading about gothic literature in the 18th century, and how these novels all started off being called romances (borrowing from the french term) and a lot of their authors were women. when men entered the game prominently, they started calling their works novels—which were more ‘logical’ and based in more ‘honourable’ traditions of classical works, to give a distinction from the sentimental gothic works of women authors*.

and actually (and i hope i’m right here, i’m going off memory) gothic fiction was coined that rather early on and was meant to be an insult. because  when gothic fiction got its start, gothic architecture was so passé (this was well before the victorian gothic revival) and everyone was doing, i think, like neo-classical. which was a big cultural thing, w the age of enlightenment digging up classical greek and roman works & getting back into philosophizing etc etc. so calling it gothic after gothic architecture was meant to be a huge insult to a genre of these romances that were being written by women, and then men strolled in and gave their gothic works the classical distinction of novels.

so anyway. yeah. sexism.


*but anyone who’s read gothic fiction, by men or women, knows that it’s just a huge vat of seeping, garish absurdity (and it’s marvellous.) so really, who were these dudes kidding.

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Ms. Everdeen it´s the things we love most…that can  d e s t r o y  us

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"I sit with my bow loaded, watching the jungle, which is ghostly pale and green in the moonlight. After an hour or so, the lightning stops. I can hear the rain coming in though, pattering on the leaves a few hundred yards away. I keep waiting for it to reach us but it never does."

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The first two books are adventure stories, about getting people jazzed for revolution. But the third one changes genres and switches into misery porn. It’s about the consequences and the reality of that revolution.
You wanted a war, dear reader? Here is war, up close and personal. Here is the boredom and the fear and the being locked in a “safe” place with no control. Here is Prim dying pointlessly. Here is PTSD. Here is a brainwashed, weaponized version of your beautiful lover who went off to battle and came back a killer. Here are people, fatuous people but people who cared about you and who just happened to be on the wrong side at the wrong time, people who are beaten and kept in chains by your allies. Here are your friends and peers dying screaming in the stinking dark, literally torn to pieces and devoured alive. Here is the man you thought would be your confidante for life and maybe something more, the blood of your fucking family all over his hands. Here is beaten down exhaustion and despair and confusion. Here is everything you wanted, dear reader. Eat it up. Choke it down. Does any of it seem so necessary now?
And for all that price paid, what changes? The old man is dying anyway, he chokes to death on his own blood laughing at you. The old lady just brings the games back. Everything you fought for, perverted by power-hungry politicians. All that changed was the color of the boot and the neck it pressed down on.
Even after righting THAT final wrong, the only happy ending Katniss gets is that she can tell her kids why mommy wakes up screaming at night.
Yeah, the prose isn’t the best. But damn do I love where Collins took the series. It’s not an adventure series about justified vengeance. It’s about the consequences of violence, and the personal and social toll it takes on everybody. She fashioned an intense anti-war story and suckered the audience into it with her thrilling dystopia tales. What a great trick.

reddit user mr_chip saying it how it is
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He—the “mr” makes me assume it’s a he—got it.  That’s why I think this trilogy is so brilliant, and this guy got it, though I wouldn’t have in-your-face’d the review so bad.  Collins shows the aftermath of revolution so beautifully.

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Brilliant review of The Hunger Games is brilliant.

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Sometimes things happen to people and they aren’t equipped to deal with them.

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still upset that the films never acknowledge that Peeta loses a limb in the first arena and goes through the Quarter Quell with a prosthetic leg

or that Katniss has suffered permanent hearing loss in one of her ears and now requires a hearing aid

or, you know, the Avoxes

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FUCKIN’ RIPPED OFF that the second and third images of this photoset do not deliver stills of the live broadway production of High School Musical that I assumed Hoechlin was starring in based on the first image.

Also upsetting: that he is literally on this team with Josh Hutcherson, and yet I have not been able to find 83 different fanfictions where Derek Hale and Peeta Mellark become best friends/pen pals/misery bros.

Because both of their families were horribly murdered by fire! GEDDIT?? not to mention the way their first loves were used as psychological warfare to break their spirits! I mean, it writes itself.

(also Derek probably kind of likes bread, maybe)



So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome. But when I finally have a visitor, it’s sweet. Morphling. Coursing through my veins, easing the pain, lightening my body so that it rises back toward the air and rests again on the foam. Foam. I really am floating on foam. I can feel it beneath the tips of my fingers, cradling parts of my naked body. There’s much pain but there’s also something like reality. The sandpaper of my throat. The smell of burn medicine from the first arena. The sound of my mother’s voice. These things frighten me, and I try to return to the deep to make sense of them. But there’s no going back. Gradually, I’m forced to accept who I am. A badly burned girl with no wings. With no fire. And no sister.

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W e  w e r e   n e v e r  w e l c o m e  h e r e.

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