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opted for adult/canon jack because that's funnier to me sorry wefjlnwef

bearward will be out on september first, thank you to @imauselessartist for once again doing such a magnificent job 🤍

'Look out for the boars,' is what her father would always say. 'They could be hiding anywhere—they’ll eat you alive without a trace, lest you’re careful.'

No one saw fit to warn her about the bears. 

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When Ursa, for the first time in her life, comes face to face with a wild black-bear, only to have the situation mitigated by a man bearing the same name as the animal, the irony feels absurd yet simultaneously hilarious.

As the two fall in love, Bear's name becomes an inside joke.

It doesn't stay that way.

As seasons turn, Ursa finds herself caught between the life she thought she was building, and the one quietly slithering its roots around her feet, threatening to drag her down. All the while, an unexpected connection with the enigmatic Vivienne ends up becoming Ursa's lifeline—a reminder that love and safety aren't concepts to be earned.

bearward will be out on september first, thank you to @imauselessartist for once again doing such a magnificent job 🤍

'Look out for the boars,' is what her father would always say. 'They could be hiding anywhere—they’ll eat you alive without a trace, lest you’re careful.'

No one saw fit to warn her about the bears. 

⟣ ✶ ⟢

When Ursa, for the first time in her life, comes face to face with a wild black-bear, only to have the situation mitigated by a man bearing the same name as the animal, the irony feels absurd yet simultaneously hilarious.

As the two fall in love, Bear's name becomes an inside joke.

It doesn't stay that way.

As seasons turn, Ursa finds herself caught between the life she thought she was building, and the one quietly slithering its roots around her feet, threatening to drag her down. All the while, an unexpected connection with the enigmatic Vivienne ends up becoming Ursa's lifeline—a reminder that love and safety aren't concepts to be earned.

Like, when my agents are pitching me for something, they'll be like, "Look at his facebook! Look at his tiktok!" They're never gonna say, "100,000 people follow him on tumblr. Remember tumblr?"

But the thing is, I don't actually use facebook or tiktok (except for promo). This is the only place I use, the only place where I'm interested in the community and shared creation and all that shit.

Katniss DOES convince most everyone in the districts. The only district people to question the love story are the other victors, because they alone understand how the Capitol's propaganda works, how stories are controlled and victors are forced to play their part.

But when Katniss visits District 8, everyone seems fully convinced. People assure Katniss that they know Peeta was just speaking under duress. They're so upset about Katniss "losing the baby" that one woman actually weeps over it. The everyday District citizens buy into it fully.

The issue is that Snow doesn't understand how powerful love is. Katniss and Peeta's act fuels the rebellion instead of tamping it because choosing love over violence is rebellious. Like when Katniss and Peeta hold hands and Haymitch calls it the perfect touch of rebellion, or when Katniss covers Rue with flowers, or when all the victors hold hands on interview night. Compassion, love, friendship between competitors, it's all in defiance to the Capitol's agenda.

Snow thought that the districts would hear, "I'm just a silly little harmless teenage girl doing impulsive things because I'm in love! How nice of the Capitol to let me keep my boyfriend!" Instead they heard, "My love gave me the courage to defy the Capitol." They heard, "My love held firm in the face of all the Capitol's power and cruelty. I refuse to kill him or even passively let him die." They heard, "The Capitol is not strong enough to corrupt a steadfast heart." And if the Capitol can't even overcome two teenagers' puppy love, it certainly can't overcome thousands of adults' love for their neighbors, children, and homes, or a unified people's passion for freedom and justice.

Shout out to @glimmeringpearl for getting my juices flowing on this, and please check out her post that I re-blogged yesterday.

Anyway, Gale is reflective of the majority of Panem. There are thousands of people around him at any given time that act and think just like him. He fell for the anger and division the games were designed to create on countless occasions. Again, just like the majority of people. He has a revolutionary spirit, yes, but with no gauge within it that could materialize it on his own (more on that later). Katniss conducting more analysis on him ≠ more complex; in fact, it says the opposite.

Peeta utterly puzzles Katniss a number of times. She cannot make sense of him, though we know she rather passionately attempts to, and it’s to the point where she often times just gives up on trying. THAT is how complex he is. PEETA is the radical one in this society for daring to choose humanity over brutality. He broke the status quo. A child abuse victim who has the brute strength to be exactly what the Capitol desires, yet is the designated character to symbolize peace throughout the series. And when he inspires Katniss to tap more into her own similar qualities and showcase them alongside him, THEY are the catalyst that spark the revolution Gale merely rode the wave of. And just like Peeta overcame his childhood of violence, he overcame his hijacking without us ever knowing how exactly he managed to. The important part is that he DID, and his kind nature could never be stomped out for good.

Lauren Laverne's Box came to me few years after I could have done with it, but I will carry that Box wherever I go.

What I remember most about emotional abuse is that it’s like being put in a box. How you end up in there is the biggest trick – I never managed to work that one out. Maybe you think it’s a treasure box at first: you’re in there because you’re special. Soon the box starts to shrink. Every time you touch the edges there is an “argument”. So you try to make yourself fit. You curl up, become smaller, quieter, remove the excessive, offensive parts of your personality – you begin to notice lots of these. You eliminate people and interests, change your behaviour. But still the box gets smaller. You think it’s your fault. The terrible, unforgivable too-muchness of you is to blame. You don’t realise that the box is shrinking, or who is making it smaller. You don’t yet understand that you will never, ever be tiny enough to fit, or silent enough to avoid a row – because they aren’t rows. If you’re lucky – like my friend and me – you get to leave the situation. I’m not sure whether you ever completely escape the experience.