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NCAA March Madness game soured as Confederate flag is raised outside South Carolina arena

  • A group calling itself the South Carolina Secessionist Party erected a large Confederate flag next to the Bon Secours Wellness Arena in Greenville, South Carolina, where two games in the NCAA March Madness basketball tournament were being played on Sunday.
  • The display — which was up from roughly 9:30 a.m. to 6 p.m. — added a sour note to the day’s festivities, which included a stunning upset victory by the University of South Carolina over the Duke.
  • Demonstrators saod they were waving the flag to show off their heritage and to protest the state’s failure to preserve the banner in a museum.
  • “It’s a piece of our heritage,” James Bessenger, chairman of the South Carolina Secessionist Party, told WYFF. “Twenty-five thousand South Carolinians died in defense of that flag, and 250,000 southerners.”
  • “It’s unfortunate, but it’s America,” South Carolina head coach Frank Martin said of the display after his game, according to USA Today.  Read more (3/20/17 1:42 PM)

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Dandelion in Darkness

by titaniasfics

Banner by the amazing @akai-echo

Summary:  Katniss is the Queen of the Underworld. Equal in power to the Goddesses of Lightning and the Sea, she chooses a life of solitude in her dark kingdom. That is, until she meets Peeta, son of Demetros, the Earth God. She cannot help but love the young god and would possess him at all costs. But what consequences will her choice have on the world?

Retelling of the Persephone/Hades myth. Hades!Katniss and Persephone!Peeta.

A story in three acts.

Personae Dramatis:

Katniss Everdeen - Hades/Pluto/Queen of the Dead

Gale - Thanatos

Madge - Hermes

Prim - Apollo

Mags - Seer

Mr. Mellark - Demetros

Peeta Mellark - Persephone/Proserpina

Haymitch - Aphrodite

Effie - Cupid

Johanna - Ares

Wiress - Hephaestus

Paylor - Zeus

Annie - Poseidon

Finnick - Amphitrite

Thresh - Artemis

Rue - Gaia

Beetee - Cyclops (Forged Katniss’s Helmet)

Brutus -Charon

Chaff -Herdsman of Asphodel Fields, Keeper of  Katniss’s horses

Plutarch, Caesar and Crane - Moirai/Fates

Ennobaria, Glimmer and Cashmere -Furies

Buttercup - Cerberus


It began with the wind.

Icy and bitter, it swept across Panem in furious gales. Trees bent before it and man-made objects struggled to remain rooted to the ground. People who ventured beyond their homes saw their skin redden and crack as they leaned against it. They had never experienced a cold so cruel and scrambled to find warmth and shelter.  In a land where the weather expressed itself in the mildest way, the sudden harshness of this new season was met with horror and confusion.

After the wind came the snow. Though beautiful to the eyes of the citizens of Panem, it brought its own complications - frozen rivers and streams, slippery streets, dead crops and animals. When the land of Panem was covered in ice, the hunger followed soon after, and the lamentations could be heard atop the Capitol itself. People suffered as the earth grew colder and harder. Around them, life receded, overwhelmed by the power of death. They began to tell stories of a world that would end in ice.

The people clamored to the gods for relief. Why were they being punished?  Why were the gods angry?  Oracles and seers were consulted all over Panem, now desperate at the prospect of their own demise.

Every person touched by the gods in the land of Panem returned with the same response. Demetros’s son had vanished and now he wandered the world, searching for him. As he hunted for the daemon who had robbed him of his youngest, he withheld the life force that would nourish the earth and the people of Panem languished in consequence. He had vowed that until his son had been returned to him, winter would reign eternal in the land of the living.

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We All Get Lost Sometimes (You Know?)

Sometimes our best friends know us better than ourselves.
Sometimes our best friends want us more than anybody else.

{taehyung x reader}

{words: 1616}

{genre: slight angst and fluff}

“Y/n!” The loud voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Taehyung, your best friend, was watching you intently. You had to will yourself not to blush, as you always did when he looked at you longer than a glance or accidentally brushed your hands whilst walking beside each other. “Didn’t you hear me talking to you?”

You tugged on your sleeves, debating telling him what you were going through. You quickly pushed that thought from your mind. He had his own negativity to deal with; he didn’t need your hurt on top of his.

“No, sorry. Say it again?” you pleaded. The boy leaned back in his chair, scrutinizing you.

“Something’s wrong. What is it, doll?” At the nickname, your heart gave a leap, but it was only momentary. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course. He was just being his usual sweet self. Nothing to hope for, you reminded yourself. You weren’t feeling very hopeful anyways, as the cruel words you had heard about yourself resurfaced, pounding in your mind like a headache.

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Six Sentence Sunday - Dandelion in Darkness

This is an excerpt from the short fic that I’m writing for @loveinpanem’s March Madness Challenge. I have something for @everlarkficexchange but that one is in rougher shape and not fit to share at the moment. Anyway, Dandelion in Darkness is a Hades/Persephone genderswap fic featuring Katniss!Hades and Peeta!Persephone. In fact, every single character is genderswapped with very few exceptions. I had to make some revisions to the original myth to make this one fit our favorite characters but, well, here goes! It might be a two part-er because brevity, as you know, is not my strong suit.


Katniss was invisible to mortals. She made sure of it. But she felt the eyes of another, studying her, as if etching her into clay or stone. In her eagerness to see Prim, she had largely ignored the presence of anyone else.  The shadow of Plutarch floated beside her, waiting patiently for the escort that would take him to Elysium and to his eternal peace.

Above the hillock, surveying his dominion, was Demetros. A giant of a god, with gold hair and pale skin that blazed in a way that Prim’s chariot did not, though they were both life incarnate. Hers was the power of pure energy, of origins and creations, of the sun that gave to all without discrimination. His was the power of living things - green, fecund, full of birth but also of the decay that fed life in an endless cycle of existence and non-existence.

He was a fastidious deity and took great pains to care for the kingdom that had been entrusted to him since the days of the Titanomachy. His dominion stretched from the deepest roots of the most ancient trees to the tips of eagle’s wings that soared beneath the foot of Olympus itself. Every creature that drew its sustenance from the vegetation of the earth was under his protection and it was his power that fueled life. He existed in necessary symbiosis with Katniss - for he was Life and she was Death and one could not exist without the other.

However, it was not Demetros who captivated her attention, but the youth that stood beside him. Demetros was famously jealous of his children and hid them even from the eyes of other gods so that Katniss did not recognize this young being at his side. And a god he was, and most certainly a son, for he possessed the same golden color, quivered with same power as Demetros, and carried the same powerful build. His eyes had stolen blue from Prim’s firmament and were of a color that was dazzling even from the distance where she stood.  He stared in her direction with none of the fear with which she was usually greeted, but with open curiosity, as if he could not fathom what exactly he was looking at.

But there was an impunity, even a challenge, to his now roving eyes. She fit her helmet more firmly on her head, which appeared to startle him. This was no surprise, for from his perspective, she would have simply vanished before his eyes. He scanned the place where she stood, and the company of people milling about the burial site. She was sure he was searching for her but he would not see her unless she willed it.

The shadow at her side shifted, catching her attention.

“What say you, seer?” Katniss asked impatiently. She continued to contemplate the young man, and resented even the smallest distraction from this pursuit.

“Fate, my queen,” he said in a voice that, to the ears of a mortal, would have sounded like nothing more than the beating of a sparrow’s wing.

“I have no time for riddles, human,” she snapped.

“Fate,” he repeated. “The Moirai have made their decision. Your fate is now tied to the world. Soon Winter will come and the living world will cry out in lamentation until Spring is restored.”

Katniss pursed her lips in displeasure. She took great pains to stay out of the affairs of humans, exercising her dominion in her own kingdom and excusing herself from the happenings of the Capitol. She cared very little for the petty jealousies, affairs and vendettas of her fellow deities.

“You’re mistaken, old man. I have nothing to do with these things you call Spring and Winter. Death has softened your mind.” She made herself visible to Prim, nodding towards her sister, who looked at her with a longing that made Katniss’s cold heart glow warm and aching. Katniss desired only the solitude of her kingdom, to be insulated from such unfamiliar and powerful sensations. She withdrew from the now dispersed company but not before she cast a last glance at the young man, who scanned the horizon beyond her. Katniss had a fleeting thought, that she had not seen such beauty since the dawn of her existence.

Resolutely she turned on her heel and led the shade back to her chariot where they would escape with all haste back to her dark kingdom, to the safety of a world without shining gods.