so next year is the 10th anniversary of the hunger games being written and just imagine that queen suzanne writes a special novella and we get to check in on our faves again and maybe see katniss and peeta doing some happily-ever-after type business 💕
So imagine if instead of being notorious criminal overlords the FAHC were that one group of disgruntled office employees quietly sticking it to the man through petty theft, mild property damage and passive aggressive notes.
Geoff as the totally disenfranchised manager, who hates his cohort and higher ups more than any of his underlings could manage, constantly muttering insults about everyone under his breath and watching the clock tick the day away. He has somehow, very much unwillingly, managed to accidentally start collecting a little group of equally resentful coworkers to complain to and plan tiny little revolts with.
Michael and Jeremy as workerbees under Geoff, who sit in neighbouring cubicles and spend most of their days complaining to each other about this nightmare office and coming up with excuses to call Gavin up to hang out with them. Together they play really petty little tricks on one of the managers who always screams at everyone, and when Geoff catches them at it one day they think they are done for. Jeremy sees his life flash before his eyes, Michael is halfway through fantasising about flipping some desks on his way out, but Geoff just makes a suggestion, tells them last week’s efforts were much more impressive, and goes about his way. From that point on he really can’t get rid of the two of them.
Gavin as IT’s wonderchild- there isn’t a piece of hardware he can’t coax into working or any kind of software he can’t navigate in his sleep. That’s really the only reason he hasn’t been fired a million times over, what with the way he ignores clothing standards (except for on his inexplicable ‘Fancy Fridays’), rarely bothers with appropriately respectful deference, spends way too much of his time hanging out at Michael’s desk and keeps breaking into peoples accounts and leaving juvenile jokes and embarrassing viruses. But he’s just so damn good, and the fact that the terrifying head of IT has a huge soft spot for him doesn’t hurt.
Ryan as the head of the IT department who almost everyone is legitimately scared of. Who likes the computers much more than the idiots who insists on breaking them, glowers at everyone who brings him their stupid problems and is way more built than any tech nerd has any right to be. Ryan makes the whole group amusingly nervous at first, he and Geoff have a whole infamous history complete with a public screaming match over an unrecoverable destroyed hard-drive after all, but Gavin drags him along to enough lunches for everyone to see he’s mostly just a very cranky marshmallow.
Jack who works in human resources and used to be so optimistic, legitimately trying to improve everyone’s experience before slowly getting crushed under the growing hatred for the business. Jack who knows exactly who is responsible for the near daily complaints their office receives about anonymous troublemakers but is just as exasperated with the management as everyone else so helps keep them all out of trouble.
They take their lunches together, occasionally joined by Lindsay from administration and, strangely enough, two members of office security, Matt and Trevor. They make a pretty motley crew; half unnaturally peppy, half perpetually angry rainclouds, sharing each others misery and covertly planning their next big rebellion. Stealing stationary and packed lunches, spiking the punch at office parties, sabotaging the photocopier, posting embarrassing google histories, accidentally uncovering their bosses’ shady white collar dealings and making off with millions of dollars in stolen money. Wait, what?
I think INTJs spend so much of our lives trying to get people to understand us that when someone actually says something insightful to us about ourselves, it’s as relieving as it is jarring and intrusive.
Gate-crashing ghost, aggressive
tactless gooseberry, spoiling
my tete-a-tete with myself,
blackmailing brute, behaving
as if the house were your own,
so viciously pursuing
your victim from room to room,
dirty devil, befouling
fair fancies, making the mind
a quagmire of disquiet,
weakening my will to work,
shadow without shape or sex,
blotting out Nature’s beauties,
grey mist between me and God,
pestilent problem that won’t
be put on the back-burner,
hard it is to endure you.
Routine is the one technique
I know of that enables
your host to ignore you now:
while typing business letters,
laying the table for one,
gobbling a thoughtless luncheon,
I briefly forget you’re there,
but am safe from your haunting
only when soundly asleep.
History counsels patience:
tyrants come, like plagues, but none
can rule the roost for ever.
Indeed, your totter is near,
your days numbered: to-morrow
Chester, my chum, will return.
Then you’ll be through: in no time
he’ll throw you out neck-and-crop.
We’ll merry-make your cadence
with music, feasting and fun.
“Loneliness” by Wystan Hugh Auden (21 February 1907 – 29 September 1973)
When Connie turns 16 her parents want her to get a summer job so her and Steven set up a business selling watermelon stevens (that DONT come to life) on the boardwalk. They have lion with them and they advertise it as “family business” type thing and they get tons of business because all the tourists think they’re such a cute couple. (credit to @zendro-mida)
this pisses me off incredibly. There was no possible harm that could’ve came from black people drinking from the same water fountain that white people drank from. Harm does happen and will continue to happen if males are given access to female bathrooms, alongside any other female only space.
Segregation left a whole generation of people physically and mentally scarred. Black people, Chinese and Mexican Americans were barred from equal opportunity such as attending good schools, they weren’t allowed to live in certain areas, eat in certain establishments, sit in certain places in public transport. They couldn’t marry certain people, open certain types of businesses, they couldn’t vote. They weren’t allowed to celebrate their culture or speak their native language.
I’m sorry, but I really feel like the option to piss in the toilet you want isn’t even remotely similar to segregation but what the hell do i know