They say youth is wasted on the young. They say the young never fully appreciate their youth until it’s too late. I disagree. I am an 18 year old girl, just moved across the country from my family and everything I’ve ever known, following my implausible, impractical, and most passionate dreams in New York City, meeting new people, exploring everything for the first time, and reveling in my own curiosity and energy. I wake up every morning, and I can’t believe where I am. At the center of the universe, at the beginning of my life? When I have endless time to learn and grow? When I am carefree and eager? I know this! It’s an overwhelming thing to know, bigger than anything else I’ve ever known, and it makes my heart swell until I gave no idea where to express myself. I sit here in Washington Square as fall is just beginning, hearing music from all corners of the park, and people’s voices, and I’m surrounded by life, and I still get to see what happens next. I’m at the beginning. How many times do people get to say that? Where I’m at is cosmic. I know nothing yet. But I fucking love, being alive, today.
I regret nearly everything I did between the ages of birth and however old I was yesterday.
I never knew that my life would get this bad and it sucks. I am alone and can’t deal with the constant reminders that I’m not good enough.
sometimes I think about my own character development
I have a feeling that of everything that made me a better and smarter person school wasn’t one of them. All school taught me was a sequence of numbers and a way to place words. So far books have taught me how to be good and people how not to be bad. I know that sounds awful Charlie but a lot of…
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT
This is exactly the point I’ve been trying to make for years. Okay, so the revolution gets it’s kindling with Katniss. She volunteers, well that’s new, she rebels in the display of talents by shooting the apple. This triggers her perfect score, okay. These aren’t really “Revolutionary” though.
It’s not even revolutionary when Peeta professes his love, because, let’s face it, the rules of the game haven’t changed. They’re still just two kids who would have to KILL each other to win. Without a doubt, it would bring some interest to the games, so the Capitol makes propaganda about it. The “Star Crossed Lovers” in a game of life and death.
But what changes the game is Rue. Right away from her introduction in the books we know Rue is going to be somewhat of a big deal. She was compared to the most important character to Katniss, Prim, so that’s a huge indicator. She’s small, young, she’s what Prim would have been.
So Katniss instantly feels a subconscious pull toward her.
When they meet in the trees, Katniss could have killed Rue easily, and Rue probably could have pulled a sneak attack or alerted the Careers of Katniss’s presence. Instead, Rue points out the Tracker Jacker nest.
Then it escalates, Rue and Katniss become an odd team, they’re an alliance, which is never new in the Hunger Games, as forming teams and then betraying them at the end seems to be a common, but there’s is different. It’s close, it’s sisterly, protective.
And then Rue get’s impaled. Katniss kills her first tribute with ease after that. Comparing it to hunting game. Katniss holds Rue, she cries, and then she sings. She sings for Rue a song of promised safety and warmth, something completely absent in the arena.
And this is where the metaphorical canon fires. Katniss could have left Rue, the hovercraft would have been along to pick her up, but she can’t. She’s morally obligated to love this girl as much as possible. And this is where the revolution starts.
She honors the dead. She honors a dead tribute from a district she’d never seen, a person she’d known for only a short period of time. But she throws away Hunger Games norms. She rejects them completely.
In the Hunger Games you’re supposed to kill mercilessly and leave the victims for the plain box they’re shipped home in.
Katniss gives Rue a funeral in the Games, she decorates the body, she makes it look like Rue is sleeping. Like no harm had come. Katniss just ignited the coals that Rue had placed.
Rue’s District sends a parachute. Homemade bread.
Then Thresh kills Clove and distracts Cato by taking his bag.
The fire is going now, and the actions in Catching Fire are even more obvious.
The Speech for Rue. Peeta’s painting. Everything eludes back to this one little girl who became Katniss’s family.
So the revolution never started with Katniss, she was just the tinder for Rue’s ignition.
Rue was the real Mockingjay.
I just got fucking chills. I don’t think I ever realized this before. I need to reread those books again.
I dont think it gets better, i think you just learn to live with it.
Im not even sure why im this sad anymore.
reading these letters makes me really upset that everyone suffers from something.
Anonymous asked: Pell, how did you meet Will's father?
Pellinore: James had visited my house in hopes of becoming acquaintances with the lonely inhabitant of the house on Harrington Lane. The first time he visited I shut the door in his face. He was a very persistent man and one day he happened to be there when a caller came with a new specimen. James insisted upon helping me.
Against my better decision I let him.
this actually sounds legit!
I’m still hoping for a Monstrumologist prequel though detailing the adventures of Pellinore and James, how they met, etc.