so many of these are katniss

I keep seeing tweets like “okay so america is a dystopian novel now wheres the 16 year old girl to save us” and other condescending shit like that and i just….

where are the girls who are saving us you ask?

oh i don’t know, they are at the Oceti Sakowin camp fighting for the right to clean water and treaty rights. They are protecting their land and water against heavily militarized police forces.

They are and have been at many Black Lives Matter protests. Girls have fought against police brutality in black communities. Women, in fact, are among the top leaders of that movement.

They are the muslim girls who continue to fearlessly wear their hijabs in public despite rampant islamophobia.

And there were plenty of teenage girls at the women’s marches across the country. 

So while a single Katniss Everdeen figure has yet to emerge, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist. Because young women are protesting every day. They are the Katnisses and the Laia of Serras and the Aelins and the Mare Barrows and the Nehemia Ytgers and the Lihn Cinders that you’ve all read about. These girls exist. 

Realize that the fallacy of most dystopians, and many books, is that they often presents a single cohesive narrative of revolt and change. And in our huge, wide world, that is not how change works. But the books themselves are not incorrect in assuming that young women will be the arbiters of change. They are spot fucking on. 

Writing the Climax & Resolution

Anonymous asked: “Lately I noticed that I’ve been having trouble with the scenes leading up to a climatic moment. They just don’t feel climatic enough. Do you have any tips?”

I want to preface this by saying this is not going to be an end-all-be-all on endings or anything remotely like that. It is a few thoughts here and now specifically for this question. Now, let’s get to it. 

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“if i’m not supposed to ship it, then why’d they go and make it so deliciously shippable?” - an informative lecture and powerpoint presentation by me

Amendments - Part 2

I got a few requests to continue, so here’s part two to my enemies-to-lovers/fake marriage fic. Part 1 can be found here.

The phone on his desk buzzed, indicating an internal call. Peeta held up his finger, cutting off Seneca Crane mid-sentence, and hit the intercom button.

“Yes?” Peeta asked.

“Katniss is here with lunch,” his secretary replied. “I told her you were in a meeting, but she insisted.”

Peeta fiddled with his tie, the only sign that his fiancée’s name had triggered a nervous reaction. Negotiating deals worth millions of dollars was easy compared to a face-to-face conversation with Katniss.

“Please, send her in,” Peeta said.

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I stg I’m gonna make a comic series of Angus the Survival Hunter trying to find and catch Anti. I GOT SO MANY IDEAS ALREADY.

Requested by @katniss-the-dragon-101

(((Totally didn’t use Bear Grylls as a reference)))

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic where one half of Everlark has to grovel...

I wrote this pretty quickly and edited it myself, so please forgive any typos. Also, does this count as groveling? Not sure. I hope you like it anon! I appreciate the prompt :)

Katniss leaned back against the kitchen counter, twisting the cap of her water bottle, but failing to take a sip. The pounding in her head made it impossible to think, but she had to say something. She had to fix this.

“What happened last night?” Peeta asked.

Katniss glanced up in surprise. “She didn’t tell you?”

“She sent a text. She said you ruined her bachelorette party, that she’d been right about you this entire time, and she needed some time to think about our future.”

Katniss rubbed her forehead, no longer able to look at her best friend. She hadn’t wanted to go to the stupid party. She would have rather endured a weekend getaway with that asshole Madge had insisted on setting her up with last year than spend ten minutes with the bride-to-be and her eight bridesmaids.

Let alone six hours bar hopping in a skintight black dress.

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dragoonkai  asked:

What really determines a Young adult story? I always thought my story would fall under the YA category because my characters were teenagers. But the more I worked in it, the more I wanted to make my characters older and noe they're in their early/mid 20s. For me it bring a love story made more sense since my characters could be more mature and ready for "true love". So now that my character ate older, is it still considered a YA story? What makes a YA story one? Thanks in advance :D

Classifying Novels - Young Adult

Awesome, I get to share another library anecdote :)

Because I spend 40 hours a week at the library for work, I basically never buy books anymore. I get all my books from the library. What this means is that every book I read has a call number on the spine so that I know exactly what I’m reading: fiction, non-fiction, YA, juvenile, sci-fi, mystery and so on and so forth. While I’m not one of the talented staffers that catalogs these books, I have learned some surprising lessons that I’ll share with you. 

1) Are all novels with teenaged protagonists YA novels?

Not necessarily. The Lovely Bones is narrated by 14-year-old Susie Salmon and is largely cataloged as adult fiction in libraries. 

2) Dystopian novels are always YA, right?

Not necessarily. The dystopian series Red Rising is largely cataloged as adult fiction in libraries. 

3) Does “mature content” only belong in adult fiction?

Not necessarily. While controversial, the House of Night series by P.C. Cast contains explicit material that may be considered too mature for some readers, yet it’s largely cataloged as YA fiction in libraries. 

Whether something is YA or not is dependent on how the publisher markets the book, how the literary community promotes the book, how libraries catalog the book, and how audiences receive the book. But here are some general rules of thumb when it comes to determining if your story is YA.

  • Teenaged Protagonists

I just made a point that adult fiction can have teenaged protagonists, but the inverse of this is most often not true. YA fiction should have YA protagonists, meaning that the main cast of characters should be teenagers. The idea of the YA novel is that it’s relatable to readers of the same age range, so YA novels usually deal with the same issues that the intended audience is dealing with, often in extreme circumstances. 

Can anyone relate to Katniss Everdeen? Well, no we don’t have to offer up our children for an annual tribute, but Katniss took care of her sister when her mother was unable to. She grew up in poor conditions with very little to eat. And eventually she struggles with her heart when it comes to Gale and Peeta. She struggles to understand who she is and what the right thing to do is. These are things that many teenagers can relate to. 

Generally, if the content of the novel has a significant focus on the experience of being a teenager and the struggles young adults endure as they move closer to adulthood, then it’s YA. Perhaps why The Lovely Bones is not considered YA is because the story isn’t so much about Susie’s experience as a teenager, but rather the mystery surrounding her murder and the aftermath her family faces in light of it. 

Anon, if your characters have moved beyond the teenaged years into their twenties, you may be looking at the emerging-and-not-yet-accepted genre of “New Adult” that focuses on that crucial transitionary period that twenty-somethings face as they try to discover who they are as independent, fully-functioning adults. Personally, I think the same principle applies. If you’re focusing significantly on the typical struggles of twenty-somethings, you probably have NA. If not, it’s probably just an adult novel. 

  • “True Love” Storylines

My parents met as teenagers and were happily married for twenty-five years up until my mom passed away. They had three children, one of whom will always look at their relationship as a prime example of true love. You can say that young adults lack maturity to understand true love, but I don’t think that’s the issue with young relationships. It’s not that teenagers aren’t mature enough to fall in love - it’s that they’re still finding out who they are. And it’s difficult to make room in your life for someone in such an intimate way when you’re still exploring passions and interests of your own. And furthermore, this is hardly a set rule. There are always exceptions, depending on each individual.

This is starting to sound like relationship advice, and I’m so not going there, but my point is that I’d challenge your assertion that they must be twenty to have mature relationships. It may or may not be true - depends on how you execute your love story. 

If this is your only reason for bumping up their ages, I’d think really hard on your plot arcs and make sure it’s the best decision for your story. I’m assuming that where your characters are in life affects your plot, whatever that plot is. So weigh the pros and cons and do what benefits the story overall (as well as whatever appeals to you, the author). 

  • Does is matter if it’s YA or NA or Adult or whatever?

Short answer - no. Not while you’re writing it anyway. 

Long answer - While I see the benefit of reading in your genre as a way of understanding what people expect from that genre, it becomes too much when you start to squeeze and stretch your story to fit into a particular mold. The writing process should be free form, and you should allow yourself to make moves based on your instincts and interests as opposed to what “sells” or what is often seen in a novel of a particular genre. 

My advice? Write the story. When you have a draft complete, and you’ve got a better idea of what the story looks like, you can start to contemplate what genre/age level it might fall into and adjust yourself accordingly in the rewrites/edits. 

And a final disclaimer…

These are just labels. Do adults read YA novels? Hell yes. Do teenagers read adult novels? Hell yes. People read what they want to read, regardless of how they’re labeled. 


“On the Night You Were Born”-an Everlark one-shot

It’s definitely been awhile, but it’s @keelaree‘s birthday and I’m coming out for my girl!

Have mercy…I’m still a little out of my writing element…

Summary: A fateful, rainy night brings an interesting patient into Dr. Peeta Mellark’s ER…

Title—but not plot—taken from the famous children’s book.

 On the Night You Were Born

She walked into the emergency room of Panem Hospital, quiet and unassuming. Her thick, ebony locks pulled into a ropy braid that rested against hunched, exhausted shoulders.

In the hubbub of the lobby, packed with late-night drunken injuries and feverish children with their parents, Dr. Peeta Mellark noticed her right away.

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Author: @peetabreadgirl


Prompt 12:, Anonymous, Katniss is trying to study in the library, but she can’t keep her eyes from wandering over to Peeta, who’s reading a comic book a few tables over. 

I took some liberties here. No comic book, but he’s still distracting her. And I included a bit of jealousy. Because that’s one of my favorite tropes and I just can’t help myself. ;) Enjoy the short read!

Originally posted by such-vodka

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Character Names in Fantasy

Anonymous asked: “I’ve been making my names for my main characters, but should I have a balance of ‘normal’ names and unusual? It is fantasy, so would I be able to have many made-up names?”

When naming characters in fantasy, while you do want the names of your characters to fit in with the world, you still want to strike a balance between belonging and memorable. Memorable in this case means, not out there and otherworldly, but easy to pronounce and recognize within the story.

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anonymous asked:

viraha - want or the realization of love through separation

Come On Baby, Light My Fire:

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

Part 8: Coitus

Part 9: Hypersexuality

Part 10: Malapert

Part 11: Quidnunc

Part 12: Hiraeth

And now for part 13…

Viraha - want or the realization of love arising from separation

Tired and weary down to my soul, I return to the city and to work early the next morning. Part of me wishes that I could call in sick. Forget about facing all people and wallow in my sorrow for a few days. I’d hardly call myself recharged as I drag myself through a shower and prepare to face the day. At least it’s only a half day with students, the last half dedicated to another form of torture – Parent Teacher Conferences.

Somehow, I survive it and trudge home, dreaming of stew and crusty bread on order from Sae’s and a hot bath. I drop my bag on my kitchen table and pull out my phone. The number is programmed and I have the menu memorized by now. Once my food is on its way, I set the phone down, thinking I’ll grab a quick bath to warm up before the food arrives in thirty minutes, but something small and shiny on the table catches my attention.

A key.

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 9

Originally posted by districtsonfire

We asked, you voted, and finally, FINALLY, Katniss is going to kiss that big old cinnamon bun!!! Will sparks fly? Will they get poison ivy on their nether regions? Will Gale find a way to intrude on this too? The suspense is killing me! Let’s find out now, shall we? Without further ado, chapter 9 of Camp Mockingjay, the penultimate chapter, cowritten by @burkygirl and @xerxia31

You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Wednesday, August 16th). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be!

The kiss tastes like surprise, like nights of longing and secret wishes finally fulfilled before sliding into a long, slow smoulder that burns in my belly and ignites a hunger unlike anything I’ve known before.

Peeta rumbles low in his chest and his hands flex to pull me closer. My hands thread through his golden curls as I sample first his top lip and then the bottom one. When his tongue slips past my lips, I grant him entry with a satisfied sigh. It slides against mine, then tickles along the roof of mouth only to plunder its depths again.

The hunger in my belly builds to an ache that spreads along my core until I throb between my legs and my breasts long for his touch.

But not yet. There are so many things left unsaid. It seems Peeta feels the same because he takes that moment to break the kiss, though he doesn’t let me go.

“I have always wanted to do that,” he whispers, and the tremor in his voice matches the one I feel inside.

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katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 

Happy Birthday! Hope you enjoy this somewhat angsty story. Hugs and lots of love to you on your special day!

All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.


My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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anonymous asked:

Why is drawing a Black character with white skin bad but drawing a white character with brown skin okay?. If a black 5 year old coloured in snow white with darker skin to look like her would you be mad? what about if a white 5 year old coloured it Tiana to be white to look more like herself? would you yell and call her racist?. What if a teenager did the same thing for the same reason? or an adult?. Personally i try to be accurate but some people aren't.

There are different racial implications through different actions. Whitewashing characters has happened in many different types of media for many years (Look at Early Hollywood depictions! Maria in West Side Story, Yunioshi in Breakfast at Tiffany’s - here’s an article about it  - It still continues today with Katniss Everdeen, Katara and Sokka in the Avatar movie, Prince of Persia, Ghost in the Shell…)

In addition to that, the majority of characters in the majority of content in Western media are white. Take Disney as you used - how many of the official Disney Princesses are white? Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Belle, Ariel, Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, Merida. Disney Princesses of color? Jasmine, Mulan, Pocahontas, Tiana - Moana is new, but she’s not officially part of the lineup.

It’s very alienating because white people have 9 princesses to relate to. Meanwhile Mulan is Chinese so many Asians flock to her as representation despite not being Chinese, Pocahontas is considered by many Native Americans to be bad, romanticized representation, Jasmine is an exotified, harem representation of supposed “middle eastern/indian” culture but is the only representation of such, and while Tiana and Moana are two of the only princesses of color that aren’t heavy stereotypes, they’re still only ONE character for ONE ethnic group.

So that’s why it’s okay to be like “what if Rapunzel were Indian? what if Cinderella was Filipino? what if Snow White was black?” Because we do not have the luxury of having as many characters to relate to. Also many European fairy tales can feature black and brown characters because white people weren’t the only ones in Europe.

 Also, MANY of the characters of color have storylines tied to their race; Mulan saved China. Moana had to restore the heart of Te Fiti, something limited to Polynesian culture. Pocahontas was Native American. Tiana in particular was denied her restaurant because she was black. If they were visualized as white, it would be downright whitewashing.

Young people don’t know the politics of race and representation until they are forced to negotiate with it. But it’s much easier to notice there’s not many people for you to look up to in the media when you’re brown, black or asian.

Many Things - Part 1

There’s more to this, but in the name of getting something up in time for Mother’s Day in the USA, here’s part one. May the day treat you well regardless of your status with mother’s or as a mother. This part is Rated K but rating will be at least an M at some point. I’ll be sure to rate each section as I get it posted. This is completely unbeta’d so if it’s crappy or riddled with mistakes, it’s all on me.

With a hefty sigh, Katniss falls back onto the bed and doesn’t move. She lays there with eyes shut, listening to the silence of the house and enjoying the peace for just a moment. There are dishes from dinner still piled in the sink, needing to be washed. A basket full of jumbled up laundry that she would need to fold and sort, unless she could convince Peeta to do that for her. Convincing usually doesn’t take much work since her husband is often eager to help in any way he can. She just feels guilty begging help from him late at night like this when he has to be up early to make it to the bakery in time to finish prep and open.

The bed dips beside her and hands cradle her head, lifting and placing her head carefully in his lap as she smiles faintly. Peeta’s fingers unwind the tie holding her hair in place and then her braid, which is probably a mess by now. She tugs self-consciously in her shirt, briefly hoping her mommy rolls aren’t on display before his fingers comb through her tresses with almost immediate effect. She hums contentedly, encouraging him to continue.

“I could draw you a bath,” he offers and she shakes her head.

“This is nice for now. And I’ve got dishes to wash.”

“I’ll wash the dishes,” he offers automatically.

“Laundry to fold,” she murmurs as she sinks into the warmth of his touch and the tingling in her scalp that his attention to her hair causes. She thinks back to a time when they would sit by the lake for hours, just like this, with Peeta playing with her tresses and Katniss soaking up sunshine and happiness like a pampered cat. Now they’re lucky to find a few minutes like this to themselves.

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The mood had changed in the office overnight.

Drastically. The empty desk was like a black hole everyone tried to avoid, afraid it would suck every bit of life out of them.

Delly had been a ray of sunshine, always smiling, bringing sweets and candies, scented candles or bags of tea, organizing the Secret Santa.

On top of being one of the best in her area, searching for the effects of gravitationnal waves.

She had been one of the astrophysicists who looked at the collision of two neutron stars.

It had been a few days now since she passed her way, her too big heart failing her.

Katniss couldn’t look at her desk without feeling the tears pooling in her eyes.

She heard the familiar sound of Peeta’s heavy stomp as he arrived, stopping next to her desk. It didn’t take long before she found herself in the warm embrace of his arms, forgetting this time again their no-PDA-in-the-office rule.

She felt the the soothing of his hands- no, she could only sense one, something else bothering her until she realized it was - plastic?

She reluctantly let go of Peeta’s arms.

“Is it …” She asked, afraid to look behind at the magazine wrapped in a plastic protection.

He didn’t answer, just nodded as he extended his arm.

“I can’t open it, Kat..”

It was her turn to nod. Delly had been Peeta’s friend since their college years, when they discovered their passions for anything star-related.

Her hand shivered as it made contact with the plastic.

She took a deep breath.

It was like the whole office had stopped breathing, waiting for Katniss to open the latest issue of Science Magazine.

With trembling hands, she tore the plastic off, taking the magazine out of it as quickly as possible, opening it, obviously searching for something.

She felt a small smile creep up on her face - a mere consolation to the loss the whole office just encountered.

“It’s here!! it’s published!”

She held up the open magazine high above her head.

There, on the glassy white pages, was her name.

Gravitational waves: So many new toys to unwrap“ By Delly Cartwright, Astrophysicist.

Delly would live on forever.

For @maxwellandlovelace. Jag älskar dig min kära … unbeta-ed, all mistakes are mine.