Somehow related to Dionysus The God Himself.

New Chapter of Oh my god, they were husbands—the encore ♥

Part three of “Oh my god they were husbands”, Yuri and Otabek deal with the fallout of Christmas and an entirely new set of challenges. They grow both as a couple and as individuals, but their path is long and rough.

finished, updates on Tuesdays

art by @to-matt-oh​

Announcing the AO3 collection for this week!

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/LeojiThemeWeek

or search ‘LeoJiThemeWeek’ Event details:

Novemeber 16-22, 2020

Leoji Week

Day 1 - Confessions

Day 2 - Love Letters / Gifts

Day 3 - Fake Relationship

Day 4 - Distance

Day 5 - Domestic

Day 6 - Surprises

Day 7 - Free Day We will be announcing an AO3 Collection closer to the date.

All fandom works are Welcome, please just tag responsibly

Hash tag for the event

#LeoJi2020

They don’t really live in Transalvania, they live in Ireland and Scotland.

No sunlight

Plenty of dishes with blood in them are the norm

Everyone is pale, so no one will suspect your actually dead

My Proof:

Having Katniss– the symbol of The Common Person at the bottom of the societal hierarchy who most heavily bears the brunt of oppression– be stiff and awful at scripted propos but a fucking goddess at unscripted, passionately angry speeches and stoking reflection and resistance and rebellion was very deliberate. It is a call to be genuine, to question media narratives and seek facts, to take a long, hard, honest look beyond the sparkling lights and glamor projected by the media to really see and take the downtrodden seriously before their collective patience wears thin enough to snap and they bring out the bombs. Or guillotines, if you want to look at IRL history.

One of my favorite scenes in the series is in Catching Fire: the interviews with the Victors being forced to take part in the Quarter Quell. Especially with the visuals of the movie. The entire thing builds up to when Peeta “drops the baby bomb” and the audience breaks into dismayed/horrified pandemonium and there are calls by the privileged to stop the injustice; it is an escalating series of oppressed, re-victimized individuals turning their glamorized re-victimization into a platform to scream their humanity at the citizens of the Capitol until it seems to finally start seeping in. Stanley Tucci play’s Caesar Flickerman’s growing discomfort perfectly; IIRC, his calling for the lights and cameras to be cut when the Victors show unity is to use the gesture of slitting a throat. It’s a common gesture, but in this case it has a greater weight: “Cut this, kill it, don’t let people see it, these people we’ve set up to hate each other joining hands in united defiance is dangerous.”

That also veers off into an extended lesson in “the powers that be seek to divide you and turn you against each other to keep you weak.” In modern terms, you can see it in such things as “wow why should burger-flippers get raises to earn more than the legit heroes who fight crime and save lives and defend our country?” to turn those groups against each other on the basis of accepted social hierarchy instead of talking together and coming to a consensus of, “You know, we’re ALL getting screwed and should ALL make more money; let’s work together to achieve that.”

It is highly relevant to this period of civilization. It resonates with the masses. That resonance is amorphous; allowing it to gel into something more solid could erode media/propagandist influence. Thus, whether conscious or just the nature of the beast,

“LOOK AT THE LOVE TRIANGLE! ROMANCE! FOCUS ON THE ROMANCE! ISN’T IT ROMANTIC?! THINKING ABOUT THE DEEPER STUFF IS UNCOMFORTABLE, SO LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AND HANDSOME MEN AND CHOOSE A SIDE AND FIGHT FOR IT! R-O-M-A-N-C-E-!”

In other words, “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!”

In other words, “Let’s play up the circus part of panem et circenses.”