the threshing floor

Gadge Day Reflections: My Journey with Gadge

This might be a bit of a rambling mess (I’m running on so much anxiety and so little sleep), but here goes:

I’m the kind of girl who sees romantic ships everywhere - the stray word, the slightly too-long look, the almost-unnoticed touch - and pounces on them. Which is why it’s rather painful to admit that I didn’t see Gadge as a ship till it started cropping up in the fanfics I read, and even then I didn’t understand where the pairing had come from. (This was circa 2012, by the bye. All three books were out and the THG movie was in theaters.) I remember wondering at one point why people would ever put Madge and Gale together and being mortified that Madge bringing the morphling after Gale was whipped hadn’t given me proper shipper pause. It wasn’t so much that I’d overlooked the scene or its significance; rather, I identify strongly with Katniss and she hated the implication (made by Haymitch, who I’ve never been able to stand) that something might be going on between Gale and Madge, and somewhere between that and the wretched post-whipping Galeniss, the notion of any sort of relationship between Gale and Madge vanished like wisps of vapor. After all, Madge was Katniss’s friend, so it made sense (to me at the time) that she would make a courageous gesture to help Katniss by helping Gale.

At this point in my little shipper head, Gale was little more than an obstacle to Everlark, especially since I was still in that purist “T-rated canon post-MJ fics only” stage, which meant at the very best, Madge might show up in Katniss’s nightmares. My very first fic - which started as a joke with my sister and quickly turned into a legitimate premise - was Something Good: a gender-reversed (canon post-MJ) Everlark story loosely based on The Sound of Music - naturally, with no Madge whatsoever and Baroness!Gale as a major obstacle.

And just before I could post the first chapter of that fic, in a twist that even I couldn’t have predicted, I was unexpectedly, abruptly, intensely inspired to write an Everlark version of “East of the Sun and West of the Moon.”

“What has this to do with Gadge?” you may ask. For starters, it was the first time I had to be a grown-up and write Gale (in spite of my feelings) as Katniss’s friend, however briefly, as they part in the woods in Ch 2. And then I wanted Madge to come over and say goodbye in Ch 3, which meant that someone had to go and tell her that Katniss was leaving. And that’s where all the trouble started. ;)

Gadge exited Stage Left of the WtMiverse at that point (some four years ago) but they were still dancing around the fringes of my fics, for those with eyes to see. I’d discovered a passionate fondness for AU!Gale, who was easy to make a relative of Katniss and therefore no longer an obstacle-to-Everlark, so I had no trouble writing said Gales as attractive and deeply fascinating (i.e., the gamekeeper cousin in The Threshing Floor and Eomer!Galen in The Steward and the Bow-Maiden), but of equal importance, I think, was the fact that I was starting to envision and even imply Gadge relationships on the fringes of those fics. In Threshing Floor Haymitch accuses Peeta of never noticing Wessex girls till Katniss showed up in the field and makes a special note of “Viscount Undersee’s girl [riding] across your field in her petticoat at Midsummer,” which I always assumed was something to do with Hawthorne the gamekeeper (be it to impress him, get his attention, or meet him for a lover’s tryst), but as I never went back to write the epilogue I’d intended, the question was never answered. Bow-Maiden was supposed to have an epilogue too (”The Bride of Ithilien”), in which a Tolkienesque wedding night would be preceded by Eowyn!Katniss receiving new bride counsel from Queen Anniwen and - guess who? - Madriniel, princess of Dol Amroth and new wife of Eomer!Gale. (Heck, somewhere in there I was determined to write my own version of Marion Chesney’s delightful Six Sisters series, in which Regency era social divide!Gadge was very much on the docket, particularly as Madge would be the only one with prospects for a decent society marriage!)

And then a whole dump-truck of very bad life stuff happened to me (there’s no other way to say it :/) and all things writing fell away for a very long time. I managed to produce a little more WtM from the mire but trying to write anything at all was like trying to walk on a broken leg. (It still is, for the majority of the time. :( The prolific enthusiasm has never come back.) But some way, somehow, from the depths of that morass, I got an impulse to write Six Months to Strawberry Time, or rather, what I thought would be the entirety of the fic: one quick spiky Gadge oneshot to show Madge becoming Gale’s hunting partner (something I’d intended for the WtMiverse almost from the beginning but which wasn’t supposed to come up till Everlark visited the district in spring, by which time Gadge might also be in a romantic relationship…). 

I felt pretty good about the oneshot (for so I thought it would remain) and figured I’d leave the fic in-progress in case other quick oneshot-esque chapters presented themselves…and then this July, as I was trying desperately to work on Honey-God (and binging on adaptations of Jane Eyre, for which we might be partially able to blame my roommate), Strawberry Time suddenly roared to the forefront of my mind in thorough, lavish detail and demanded to be written. Which put me in an awkward place all around, but these were the only words that had come to me in many months and so of course, I had to chase them.

Three months later Strawberry Time is sitting at just under 40,000 words (and counting), and I can only be grateful to the Gadge devotees for letting me crash their party so late in the game and apologetic to my Everlark readers, to whom this fic (and especially my Gadge Day queue) must feel like a massive betrayal. I most assuredly didn’t plan to start a massive multi-chapter Gadge fic but I’m curiously glad that I have - in part to finally explore these characters and their dynamic (and let me tell you, having to write Gale honestly telling Madge about his feelings for Katniss was hard as nails) but also because opening the door in the other direction - into Twelve rather than the woods - has provided a delicious opportunity to follow all the parallel rabbit trails, from Primko’s windowsill courtship to Rooba’s mythical bacon buns. Strawberry Time has already given me opportunities to drop hints about future (and significant past) stuff in the WtMiverse that would never have fit into WtM itself, and of course we’ll soon have Gadge kisses (and very possibly Gadge smut ;D) as the icing on the strawberry cake.

Will I ever write Gadge outside of the WtMiverse (ex. Jane Eyre, Beauty and the Beast)? I truly have no idea. Depression is relentless and brutal, and I had to claw my way to the surface just to produce this Gadge Day queue. But Gadge presents a delicious dynamic all their own (as do Marko/Prim and Jack/Raisa, if you’re me :D) and once they’re a part of your shipping lineup, you start getting besieged by plot bunnies you would never previously have thought twice about - bunnies that could be made to serve other pairings but into which the perfect pairing fits like a key in a well-oiled lock. Which gets you wondering if maybe you should start spending more time with that pairing that fits so well into all these wonderful plots…

I know this isn’t really a “why I ship Gadge” piece - I tried to write one such and this is what came out, and I’m far too tired to try again - but I really hope it will suffice, if for no other reason than to begin to explain to folks following me why I crawled out of my dark hole and spent an insane amount of hours tagging and scheduling over 100 Gadge-centric posts for the blog I haven’t worked on in many months. Thanks for letting me ramble. *hugs*

When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.“

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

—  Kahlil Gibran
Flip Cup

By @jennagill

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“Flip Cup, Flip Cup, let’s get fucked up,” Finnick bellowed across the room. “Everyone fist up!”

Katniss scanned her opponents on the other side of the dilapidated ping pong table as they raised their arms. Ugh. They called themselves the ‘Careers,’ like Flip Cup was some kind of vocation. She cast a sidelong glance to her teammates to size up the all-stars and weak links. Being on a team was never part of her plan, but there she was—in a competition with no real winners. Aligned with fellow coeds and waiting for her turn to guzzle cheap beer before flipping over a red Solo cup.

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madamemarquise  asked:

I know I'm probably late, but I'd love a birthday drabble for the incomparable @porchwood. Her b-day is on 3th of February. She's given the fandom so much and it'd be fantastic if somebody wrote a sweet piece of Everlark for her as well. Thank you!

Originally posted by rosiitea

You were definitely not late. Happy birthday @porchwood. To help you celebrate in style, the always lovely @burkygirl has written this double dose of everlark fun, just for you. Enjoy!


Locker Talk, Parts 2 and 3

By @burkygirl, rated T.


A/N: An Everlark high school romance, written 500 words at a time. Part one can be found here.



PART 2

Peeta and Thresh shoved each other out the door of their Law class on their way to the cafeteria. Peeta was already dreaming of tacos for lunch when Thresh jabbed Peeta in the gut with his elbow and then wiggled his eyebrows at the girls. Peeta gave Thresh a sly grin and his blue eyes twinkled with mischief. They’d been doing this every day for weeks.

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When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though he hides a sword among them. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams. Love will crown and crucify you. Love for your growth so he is for your pruning. Love will caresses your tenderest branches and shake every clinging root. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes and sifts you he grinds until he kneads you and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you, that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment. A fragment of Life’s heart. Now if in your fear you seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, better cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor. Into a seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter. And weep, and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is enough. You should say, “I am in the heart of God." You cannot direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. To wake at dawn with a winged heart, to come home in the evening with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

The prophet (2014)

casualoddities  asked:

Been reading WtM since near the start and really really love the fic. Here's a food question; out of all the dishes that Peeta and Katniss make and enjoy together what's your favourite? Are there any that you've made yourself? Also what was your favourite one shot that you've written? (I think mine was the Threshing Floor.)

Awwww, you are so sweet!! Thank you so much! <3 Oddly enough, I was just looking back at Ch 6 yesterday - the part where Peeta makes toast-and-honey-topped hot chocolate (based on my own recipe :D) to welcome Katniss to her new home, which might be my favorite food moment (even though hot chocolate isn’t, strictly speaking, a “dish”). But there are so many others that stand out to me too!

  • Grandma Brognar’s fried chicken (someone asked me about that awhile back and I’ve been meaning to reply - I found a recipe similar to the one that inspired it, where you simmer the chicken in wine after frying)
  • The soup (basically, potato corn chowder) that Katniss falls asleep eating after hunting the New Year’s buck
  • The whole breakfast on the sofa in Ch 10 - the first time Katniss tastes bacon! (Cheese bun bacon sandwich dipped in a runny yolk!)
  • The fried peaches and cream that top the griddle cakes in Ch 7
  • The ginger cake with custard that they split at the end of Ch 8 (Katniss’s first supper with Peeta)
  • The rabbit stew Peeta makes from Katniss’s first haul (with wild rice, mushrooms, shallots, and garlic)
  • The peanut butter (and chocolate chunk!) cookie dough Peeta makes after they go skiing for the first time
  • The ginger “dove cake” with the orange curd filling and marzipan glaze
  • The post-New Year’s griddle cake bake :D
  • The entire breakfast Katniss makes for Peeta in Ch 14
  • Pretty much any occurrence of cold chicken or bread pudding!

Most of these came from my imagination, alas. I enjoy cooking and feel like I have a small knack for it, but I haven’t had a lot of opportunity/resources/training as yet. :( As a small child I loved to steal tidbits of cold chicken when my mom cut up a roast chicken (for adding to soup, Rice-a-Roni, etc.), and she made bread pudding (from stale loaves of grocery store white bread) a couple of times, which was so simple and delicious at once. I can make a decent batch of egg dumplings, though, and I think the closest I’ve come to making a WtM!Everlark dish in my real life is the chicken ‘n’ dumpling soup that Katniss eats in the bathtub after her first hunt in Peeta’s woods. :)  

Awww, I’m so flattered that you like The Threshing Floor! <3 It’s hard to choose a favorite between my babies (even though few of my pieces stay oneshots, so there aren’t that many to choose from)! TTF will always be a fave but I love The Steward and the Bow-Maiden so much too (I wore myself to a thread trying to make an Everlark fic read like Tolkien :P), and for all that Torchlight is Primko and Janek/Alys, it’s top of that list as well - and then there’s Breadcrumbs and Mockingjay-Maid…! 

But right now I think Embracing the Season might be my favorite. It was a challenging, even brave fic for me to write in a lot of ways and I was so happy with how it came together. It’s a little like The Steward and the Bow-Maiden in that I don’t think it especially stood out or made a big impression to readers in general but it hit me really hard - and then went off into the universe, carrying large pieces of my soul with it.

Thank you so much for your lovely note and questions! <3 *hugs*

these kids r a fucking disaster

@melgayiorgabor and I were talking about Wendla’s ladder kink and soon realized that this list needed to be made. After two days of very serious discussion over what gets these kids off we’ve compiled a comprehensive list of their junk. 

Boys:
Melchior: Atheism kink, Furry kink 
Moritz: Lecture Podium kink
Hans: Murder kink, Khaki kink, Dairy kink
Ernst: Church Bell kink
Otto: Apple Tart/Custard kink
Georg: Mother kink, Make Fun of Moritz kink
Robert/Bobby: Exhibition kink
Lammermeier: Moritz Kink

Girls:
Wendla: Ladder kink, Threshing Floor kink
Martha: Swimming kink
Thea: Pink kink
Ilse: Priapia Kink 
Anna: Orchids and Chrysanthemums kink

Reformatory boys: Money kink, Circle Jerk kink 

Kahlil Gibran on Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Map Cartography & (Legendary) Lands

Map cartography is the study and practice of making maps. 

Here Be Dragons

The phrase refers to dangerous or unexplored territories, referring to the Medieval practice of putting dragons, sea serpents, and other mythological creatures in uncharted areas of maps.

The latin phrase “HC SVNT DRACONES” is also used. The term appeared on the Lenox Globe around the east coast of Asia, and might be related to the Komodo dragons in the Indonesian islands; this suggests that the term may have supposedly been used quite literally at times. 

Isle of Demons

It is a legendary land that was believed to exist on Quirpon island, Newfoundland in Canada. It was generally shown as two islands. It began appearing on maps in the beginning of the 16th century, and disappeared in the mid-17th century.

It was believed to have been populated by demons and wild beasts. The demons and wild beasts would torment and attack any ships that passed or anyone that was foolish enough to wander onto the island. 

A legend tells of a sea captain’s niece who became pregnant while having an affair with one of the sailors and was left on the island, along with her lover, where they were tormented by demons and evil spirits.

The Isle of Demons first appeared on the map of Johannes Rysch in 1508. It may be a variation of the older legend of the legendary island named Satanazes, meaning “devils” in Portugese; it was normally depicted in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, north of Antillia. 

Thule

In Classical European literature and maps, it is a region in the far north. The term “ultima Thule” in medieval geographies also denotes any distant place located beyond the “borders of the known world”

the most northerly of the Britannic Islands, is farthest north, and that there the circle of the summer tropic is the same as the Arctic Circle.

The inhabitants or people of Thule are described by Strabo in his Geographica, along with eye witness accounts of Pytheas during the 4th century BC:

…the people (of Thule) live on millet and other herbs, and on fruits and roots; and where there are grain and honey, the people get their beverage, also, from them. As for the grain, he says, since they have no pure sunshine, they pound it out in large storehouses, after first gathering in the ears thither; for the threshing floors become useless because of this lack of sunshine and because of the rains.

Ilha da Queimada Grande

Also known as Snake Island, it is a real island off the coast of the state of São Paulo, Brazil. It is home to one of the most venomous snakes in the world, with a reputed “1-5 snakes per square metre”; and the island is 4.6 million square feet in size. Access to the island has been banned by the Brazilian government.

It is home to the Golden Lancehead Viper, with a venom so strong it can kill its prey almost instantly. It is said to be able to melt human flesh

There are known deaths caused by the snakes of the island. One tale tells of a fisherman who, although unaware of consequences, enters the island to pick bananas. However, he gets bitten by (one of) the snakes. Although he manages to travel back to his boat, he dies due to the snakes’ venom. He was later found in a great pool of blood on the boat deck.

amazinglovers747  asked:

Could you please post your wedding master list of Katniss and Peeta getting married/in a wedding?

We don’t have a Peeta and Katniss getting married masterlist, but here are some fics like that:

Of Love and Lambs - purplehedgehogskies

The Wedding -   soafterr              

The Wedding -  MockingJayFlyingFree

Wedded Bliss -  Mejhiren        

There they go -  mariean

The Wedding  - JennaRileyswag  

The Wedding  - penquino35o

Forever Dancing - TheGirlWithSparklyEyes

The Good Wife - silvercistern.

Rain Will Make the Flowers Grow - shesasurvivor

Raisin Nut Bread - kary

A Toast to Victory - ghtlovesthg

The Unopened Door - IzzySamson

Two Days, One Toasting - ThirtySomething

Perfect Imperfection - RoseFyre

Stories of Us - Ameiko

Prince Peeta and the Mockingjay-Maid, or The Prince Who Loved Birds - Meijhiren

The Threshing Floor: A Rural Painting of the Dutch School - Mejhiren

The One Who Almost Got Away - chele20035

One - JLaLa

The Spirit of Adventure - konzelwoman


And check out our Trope: Wedding-Attending Masterlist for fics where Everlark are in a wedding.

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And When his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And When he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden…

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears…

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

Take everything you want,
And leave me my language,
Because I need, when you’re with me,
A new language to love you with,
And brush your hair with,
And wash your feet with,
And cover you with the care of its letters,
When you’re sleeping,

I know that you’re one of the oldest languages,
And one of the richest,
And one of the hardest,
But I need, when you’re with me,
To make a small miracle,
To challenge your breasts, that refuse everything,
And capable of everything,
I need a second language,
To overcome your mythic body with,
And lift my banners,
On your towers, that the sun never leaves,

Without my language,
You’re a woman like all the rest of women,
And with it, you’re all the women,
Without my language,
You’re the rumor of a woman,
The tale of a woman,
The project of a woman,
An abstract drawing that no one gets,
A poetry writting,
That the publishers didn’t notice,

With my language,
You’re a bracelet without a wrist,
A queen without people,
A nation without citizens,
A church without prayers,
A beautiful poem that no one read,
And here I came to tell people,
How to get to you.

Without my language,
You are a butterfly made of stone,
That doesn’t set or fly,
And a threshing floor that the birds don’t attack,
And an isle that the boats don’t sail to,
And a lip full of grapes,
But,
That doesn’t know tha taste of wine,

Without my language,
You won’t find a mirror to exercice with,
And won’t find a khol recipient to use,
And won’t find a ring to put on your ears,
More pure than my tears,
Because my words are your mirrors,
And my vocabulary is your make up tools,
So take everything that you want,
And leave me my language,
Because it’s your glory staff,
And the wreath on your forehead,
And the beautiful bird that will carry you on its wings,
And fly with you around the earth,

Without my language,
You’re a book that is still being printed,
And a postponed kiss,
And caly that didn’t take form yet,
And a flower that didn’t find out its scent yet,
And a breast that didn’t know its name yet,
Waiting for me to name it,

Take everything you want,
And leave me my language,
Because it is the only piece of paper that is left in my hands,
And the last horse I’m betting on,
I have won now tens of laps,
And you beat me tens of times,
In the the battle of love,
So let me beat you,
Just once,
In the battle of words.

—  Nizar Qabbani, A lesson in language, for a starting student.

I would like to share a thing.

Just one thing.

Angels are not humans with white fluffy wings and a golden floating halo.

Many choose to take a humanesque appearance when working with/appearing to humans (and some stay in a humanish form most of the time) as to not scare the living shit out of them or overwhelm any of their senses, but their true forms are utterly terrifying and sometimes don’t look even REMOTELY human.

A halo is a sign of complete spiritual enlightenment, and is completely symbolic, NOT a cute gold/metal loop floating over their head.

It actually originated from the Greek word for a threshing floor, (oxen tethered to a device that spun left rings on the dirt from walking) and is never mentioned in Christianity as a loop over an angel’s head.  It was used to represent followers of Helios, and then painted above the heads of human royalty way before it was associated with angels.

Don’t forget that angels came first, and that men were created in God’s image, NOT in the angel’s image.

I am not trying to be rude to anyone, but please stop with the “I’m angelkin, I look like *insert the stereotype I just stated above,* " 

The otherkin community gets enough hate without people looking like they’re trying too hard. ;n;

If you’re really angelkin, that’s awesome.  Welcome, bros.

But please go look more closely at your spiritual form.

PLEASE.

For those that celebrate, a Thanksgiving fic list

Here’s a heaping serving of stories that pair well with Thanksgiving. Indulge in a side of Everlark during commercial breaks, while waiting for that turkey to cook, in a secluded nook as you try to escape your family, or between the meal and dessert. What better way to settle a stomach than cozy fic feels?

Huge thanks to everyone who suggested fics, it was a really big help! If you think something’s missing, let us know!

Panem fics with Thanksgiving:

Pressed Herbs - Jennagill

Holidays - MelissaVampGrrl (Chapter 2 involves Thanksgiving)

Thanksgiving - FanficAllergy

Modern Day fics that incorporate/mention Thanksgiving:

The Language That Lives Between Words (Il Linguaggio Che Vive Fra Le Parole) - titania522/ct522

The Fire Beneath - Dustwriter

Favorite Holiday - Diana Flynn

Girls Night Out - Sohypothetically (Chapter 34)

A Fine Line to Cross - passionately_curious (Chapter 7)

Floriography - FanficAllergy & RoseFyre (chapter 4)

Just Another Dysfunctional Holiday - FanficAllergy & RoseFyre

Stories with a Harvest Festival:

Finding Home - Dustwriter

A Dense Mask - DispatchesfromDistrict7

A Marriage Between Victors - optimus_pam

Lines of Demarcation - Amelia Day

When the Red X is on the Door - Madam Beth

Rebel - HGRomance

On the Threshold - ghtlovesthg

Refuge - Dustwriter

Looking for a Lifeline - chelzie

The Shackle Unbroken - Demona424

These were recced based on their feasts and/or feelings of coziness, security, bounty, or gratitude:

When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun - Mejhiren (especially the Harvest Feast chapter)

If the City Never Sleeps (Then That Makes Two) - arollercoasterthatonlygoesup

A Toast to Victory - ghtlovesthg

Alone in a Crowded Room - Wollaston

The Threshing Floor: A Rural Painting of the Dutch School - Mejhiren

Sever - DandelionSunset

Some select cooking/food-related stories:

Black Beans - sec982

Contents Unknown - Fanfic Allergy

More - titania522/ct522

Stone Soup - streetlightlove

Peeta Mellark’s Five Favorite Things to Bake - Aimmyarrowshigh

Free Me From My Burdens, That I May Finally Live -icbiwf

Here are some oneshots with Peeta teaching Katniss to bake.

These involve Peeta as some form of cooking/baking instructor.

If you were recently gridlocked in a grocery store:

Food for Thought - copynoll

In honor of everyone who has to work today or Black Friday, here’s some seasonal retail!Everlark:

Learn Your Song - Everlark_Pearl

Lastly, for all you weary travelers, here are 3 fics about flying, and 1 about waiting in traffic:

Goodbye(Again) by soamazinghere

Until We Meet Again - famousfremus

Going Going Gone - Court81981

Distance - ImASurvivor

Stickshifts and Safety Belts - Abagail Snow

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates from Everlarkficquestions!

Special thanks to: eliapolis, oywiththepeetaalready, jennagill, titania522, bottledmichelle, so many anons, and anyone else I missed!

Do you see that island called “Tile”? Well, it is also known as Thule. Actually, the island have never existed, but great greek and romans authors mentioned it and talked about it, just like Antonius Diogenes, in his book, The Wonders Beyond Thule

Thule was an island of ice and fire where the sun never set, it was located as far north as possible. Some people considered it the home of gods, so many of them searched it.. Strabo describes the inhabitatants in his Geographica:

“…the people (of Thule) live on millet and other herbs, and on fruits and roots; and where there are grain and honey, the people get their beverage, also, from them. As for the grain, he says, since they have no pure sunshine, they pound it out in large storehouses, after first gathering in the ears thither; for the threshing floors become useless because of this lack of sunshine and because of the rains.”

However, Thule was not the only invented island in the North Atlantic ocean. Durig the Middle Ages, there were a lot of voyagers and sailors who said that they have arrived to fiction lands, like Frisland, Esland, Estoiland and Engroveland. 

2 Samuel 24:18-25 (HCSB)
Gad came to David that day and said to him, “Go up and set up an altar to the Lord on the threshing floor of Araunah the Jebusite.” David went up in obedience to Gad’s command, just as the Lord had commanded. Araunah looked down and saw the king and his servants coming toward him, so he went out and bowed to the king with his face to the ground.

Araunah said, “Why has my lord the king come to his servant?”

David replied, “To buy the threshing floor from you in order to build an altar to the Lord, so the plague on the people may be halted.”

Araunah said to David, “My lord the king may take whatever he wants and offer it. Here are the oxen for a burnt offering and the threshing sledges and ox yokes for the wood. My king, Araunah gives everything here to the king.” Then he said to the king, “May the Lord your God accept you.”

The king answered Araunah, “No, I insist on buying it from you for a price, for I will not offer to the Lord my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing.” David bought the threshing floor and the oxen for 20 ounces of silver. He built an altar to the Lord there and offered burnt offerings and fellowship offerings. Then the Lord answered prayer on behalf of the land, and the plague on Israel ended.