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awellreadmannequin · 6 months
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As a kid, I really liked The Hunger Games books. I bought the first book and then a teacher lent me the second one, which I read in basically a single sitting. I stayed up later than I’d ever stayed up to that point in my life because I couldn’t put the book down and went to school the next day feeling really guilty about defying my bedtime. The third book hadn’t come out yet, so I had to wait awhile before I could get my hands one it. When I did, I found my self incredibly disappointed by it. Or rather, by the epilogue in which Katniss describes her life several years on from the events of the book. She seemed so broken and that hurt to read. Like I said, I was a kid at the time, so I didn’t really understand that given her experiences, it made some sense that Katniss would still be traumatized twenty years after a war. But the thing that really stood out to me was the way she describes her relationship to Peeta, by then her husband. Throughout the books, I did understand that her obsession with Peeta wasn’t really love. It was something else, something darker fuelled by her rage at the injustices of her world. This comes to a head in the third book and I given how unhealthy their relationship obviously became, even as an elementary schooler I could tell that it needed to end. But it doesn’t. In fact, the epilogue informs us that not only does Katniss stay with Peeta, she has kids with him. I can’t describe how angry that made me. Katniss didn’t want to bring children into the world she lived in. She’d made that pretty clear throughout the book. And the epilogue makes it pretty clear, to me at least, that even though she loves them, Katniss still doesn’t necessarily feel like she made the right decision for herself. She agreed for Peeta’s sake. She does a lot of things for Peeta’s sake in that book. And as a kid, I didn’t understand this. Why was she giving up her own agency, her own beliefs and needs for a character who could not be more literally ‘some guy’ if he tried? This soured me on the books almost immediately. A heroine I loved and looked up to because she was so self possessed had been reduced to a wreck motivated by an obsession with a pathetic man. I put down The Hunger Games and didn’t think about the series again for more than a decade.
AND THEN
Last year, I was reading some Nietzsche. I don’t even remember why, but I was. And as I was reading about how the over-human is ‘drunk on life’ it occurred to me that I had been reading The Hunger Games all wrong as a kid. You see, Katniss Everdeen is an embodiment of the Nietzschean Übermensch. Nietzsche’s view is that the over-human is capable of overcoming the world around them and shaping it totally in their image. Throughout the first two books, this is exactly what Katniss learns to do. In the first book, she periodically is confronted with horrors that drive her to act. However, she doesn’t let her actions be constrained by conventional wisdom or the structures of society. This culminates in that brilliant moment at the climax where she threatens to rob the game makers of the their finale. In the contest between her own will and the structures of power that try to constrain it, power blinks first. It’s brilliant writing! And the reason why I never felt like Katniss really loved (or even like Peeta) is because he too is just an extension of her willpower. His life belongs to her in the sense that she willed him to live when he otherwise would not have. To Katniss, he is not really a person but rather a symbol of her own power, which is why she becomes so obsessed with him.
In the second book, we see the Übermensch at the height of her power. She willingly goes back to the games and in her every action, makes it clear to the world who really possesses power. This again culminates in a victory of her willpower over the game makers as she destroys the forcefield creating the arena, breaking down the physical and symbolic barrier between the artifice of the game and the artifice of reality. This act is what makes her into the symbol of revolution more-so than any other, because this act is the one thing no one else had managed to do. Katniss alone was capable of showing that human will could overpower complex social structures of control. So naturally, she is taken in by the resistance. And this is where things begin to change. Whereas before, the Übermensch was acting on her will alone with no other considerations beyond what she wanted, now she willingly subordinates herself to the resistance. This destroys her power completely, rendering her will impotent. In hindsight, the entire conflict of the third book is between Katniss’s desire to be the Übermensch, to will fully and completely, and her desire to see something beneficial to all built and outlast her. This conflict begins to centre around the question of Peeta. Katniss’s obsession with him grows deeper because he represents what she can be. He is a symbol of what she was at the height of her power, when she was most drunk on life. She feels that by just retrieving him, she can go back to that person and begin to reshape the resistance in her own image. Without any other lens through which she can interpret this need, she rationalizes it as love. The need to reassert herself through saving Peeta becomes an increasing necessity as she realizes that despite using her literal image to fuel the civil war, the new regime is shaping up to be little better than the old one. Thus, it becomes clear that she must once again take up the mantle of Übermensch to right the wrongs of the resistance. But steeped in her obsession and trauma, she cannot remember how to find the will to power. That is, until the resistance murders her sister.
After the unnecessary carpet bombing of the Capitol by the resistance, Katniss finds herself in a state of disorientation. Delirious with rage and grief at the loss of her sister, the one whose life Katniss set out to save in the first book thereby putting all of the events that follow in motion, she is imprisoned with the man she is set to execute. Snow, the president and the symbol of the ancien régime, seems so human in this part and Katniss, possessed by a madness she cannot really understand, begins to see a way forward after seeing him defeated and imprisoned. When she is brought out, broken and angry, to execute him with her bow, she instead turns on President Coin, the woman who led the resistance. And in a moment that now fills me with awe, Katniss kills the woman who symbolizes that to which she had subordinated her will thereby asserting her total will to power and embodying the Übermensch one last time. Killing Snow as he’s bound and waiting to be executed would be meaningless to her, so the Übermensch once more asserts her power to define herself and her narrative by killing Coin instead. Coin, who has repeatedly stood between the Übermensch and her willpower, must die for Katniss to live on without her sister. However, this final act of willpower comes at a grave cost.
You see, what Suzanne Collins recognizes that Nietzsche perhaps didn’t is that human beings are not built to be the Übermensch all the time. Our psyches are fragile things. And for Katniss, whose will to power is always a reaction to trauma, losing her sister proved to be too much. Even as a child, I was able to recognize that everything — everything single thing — Katniss does in these books is downstream from the need to protect her sister. That’s why it’s Prim’s death — and nothing to do with Peeta — that reminds Katniss how to find her will to power again. And at the conclusion of the story, Katniss has nothing left without her. Peeta is a consolation prize, a symbol of the person she is no longer strong enough to be. That’s why she seemed to me to be so miserable in the epilogue. She’s once again subordinated her will to another, to her husband, and while she still might chafe under this yoke she’s chosen, she lacks the strength to throw it off again. Katniss Everdeen is the result of the ultimate mortality of the Übermensch. Nietzsche himself argues that the Übermensch is symbolic of the morality of ancient gods. But Katniss isn’t an ancient god. She’s a woman. A human. And like all humans, she breaks. In this way, she is a hero, but not the kind we’ve grown used to in our modern age. Katniss Everdeen is a tragic hero. And now, as an adult, I love her for that even more than I ever could as a kid.
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hailsatanacab · 5 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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davidtennan-t · 4 months
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the way the Doctor stopped himself when he got angry with Donna, walked away, put his hands up looking guilty af and apologised? Lives rent free in my head
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buggachat · 5 days
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adrien is acespec, autistic, genderqueer, and arguably not human (sentibeing). he does not realize any of these facts, however, because that would require knowing himself. which he does not
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puppyeared · 4 months
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my attempt at making a fursona
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infernal-lamb · 5 months
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"No, Lamb, I do not fear Him. I do not fear you sending me to Him. Narinder and I will always meet, it is but the natural order of things, for War will always bring Death its harvest."
had another go at Shamura again....and just a little chat between them and the Lamb :) Decided to give Shamura a sickle for fun....to match with Narinder's scythe....just some silly agrarian tools of death!
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lobotomyladylives · 7 months
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Actresses being tortured on the set by male directors is a massive historical and present day scourge of the film and TV industries and it's really SO common when you look into it. like from Kubrick terrorizing Shelley Duvall (and only her) on the set of the shining to Tarantino strangling Diane Kruger until she passed out to Hitchcock replacing fake birds with real birds after Tippi Hedren rejected his advances (in order to scare and physically injure her as a punishment for not fucking him) to James Cameron almost literally drowning Kate Winslet to an actress on GOT being waterboarded ten hrs straight to get like a minute of footage to Brando improvising an unscripted rape scene on the last tango in Paris set with the directors permission that ended up traumatizing Maria Schneider (in fact quite a lot of the gratuitous, graphic rape scenes in film were included for the sadistic pleasure of the male directors at the expense of the actresses).
The list goes on and on and I could seriously talk for ages about how revolting it is that these men still have active careers bc the industry just tolerates it. No piece of art is worth inflicting this disgusting and unnecessary abuse on actresses (and it's ALWAYS the actresses isn't it, never the actors. Hmmm wonder why). We call these men auteurs and geniuses but they're really just pathetic abusive sacks of shit. I want to impale every male director who behaves like this and I want their rotting corpses displayed as a part of the universal studios tour.
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084392 · 1 year
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ok ok WHAT are pokemon that you know would scare the ever loving shit out of you if you just stumbled on them in the wild as someone in the pokemon world?(can include legendaries, mythicals, UBs, paradox pokemon, and just rare pokemon in general btw)(or just specific not rare ones too)(also im sorry but do not give me that "none i would hug and love all of them!!" crap istg)(or try and tell me that you wouldnt be scared bc you're "not a pussy" or something -_-)
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honey-doc · 8 days
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How it started
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plorpl · 8 months
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Where’s that text post that’s like “Wilson is kind, gentle death and House is rough, painful life” because first of all, GO OFF; second of all, I have more to add:
House is justice; Wilson is clemency.
House is harsh truth; Wilson is comforting lies.
House is abrasive idealism; Wilson is resigned realism.
House is spiky vulnerability; Wilson is velvet guardedness.
House is constructive cruelty; Wilson is destructive kindness.
House is focused passion; Wilson is diffuse romance.
House is a gleeful perpetrator; Wilson is a willing victim.
House is self-sabotage; Wilson is self-sacrifice.
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clambuoyance · 1 year
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[DC] doodled these two a lot this week
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ok guys. i have to be so real with you. luke saying annabeth is like a little sister to him was not just added for the tv show he says that in the book ("she would never... i mean, she's like a little sister to me" (page 223))
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frownyalfred · 1 year
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sometimes I worry that my writing is OOC but then I remember that someone at DC decided that Bruce Wayne should hit his fucking kids, and then I feel slightly better
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muppet-on-a-spit · 11 months
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i KEEP seeing the take that the ending of the owl house turned luz into "god's specialist boy/chosen one" and that took away from her arc but!! gotta disagree bros. The final three episodes of The Owl House leaned into the parallels between Luz and Belos, and Luz's own awareness of them. And she's terrified that she's going to share in his arrogance, or his disregard for others, or that she'll continue to aid his destruction of the isles. But she didn't end up like him, and it's not because of random chance. She chose not to end up like him.
Belos thought he was chosen by god because he ended up in the demon realm, surrounded by witches that he decided he had to eradicate. Luz spent a few episodes thinking she had been chosen because she ended up in the demon realm, before realizing that no world works that way, and that she'll have to carve out her own place here. And then she spends 2 seasons doing just that! Making friends, connecting with the natural world, learning the language of the Titan.
Luz was only chosen by the Titan because *she* chose the Titan first. She devoted herself to learning from him, and respecting him, and spreading that knowledge to help other people connect with the isles and with magic. Which sounds a lot more religious, written out like that, than it was. Belos tried to make it look religious, to make it seem like the Titan was an old god, in order to manipulate people. But the Titan is not a god, he's just a huge kind of alive corpse with magic, which witches also have, but Luz doesn't. Luz has been borrowing his magic, just like Belos has. But Belos was using it to destroy the Titan and the life that depended on him, and Luz wanted to keep it alive. So! The Titan helped her! She earned that! She forged that connection with him over months and months of hard work and self-reflection and compassion. Before the Titan died, they had a reciprocal relationship, so of course the Titan wanted to meet her, and use the last of his magic to help her finish what she started.
She was not Chosen (capital C) she was just chosen. As a friend, a human, and a witch, because she chose to be those things herself.
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the sandra lynn / fig conversation is driving me Insane. fig saying that sometimes she doesn’t wanna exist as herself at all…not wanting to ask her friends how they see her (because she’s afraid to hear their response) saying that to someone she is a monster and she Cannot stop thinking about it. sandra lynn starting the conversation saying she needs to step up but is also simultaneously taken aback about what fig expresses and doesn’t know how to responds to it and suggests getting ice cream. sandra lynn saying “convincing people they deserve good things is really tough” talking about herself but how it also reflects fig. insane!!
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treasureplcnet · 5 months
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assorted bodies doodles (transcript of that messy relationship square under the cut due to my handwriting/incoherency)
TAKE THESE W A GRAIN OF SALT i am like 90% joking:
hillinghead -> hasan, and vice versa: immediate mutual respect
hillinghead -> whiteman: he's incredibly smart, deceptively cunning but very kind. but he is also so annoying oh my god--
hillinghead -> maplewood: "please someone explain science fiction to me"
whiteman -> iris, and vice versa: two friends secretly think of the other as the sidekick
whiteman -> hillinghead: annoying him is quickly becoming a favorite pasttime
whiteman -> hasan: will not admit it but he wants parenting tips from her
hasan -> whiteman: has slipped a parenting book to him
hasan -> maplewood: deja vu about their future weirds her out a little, but she trusts her
iris -> hillinghead: fond of him from the time they spoke in the prison. enjoys fucking with him
iris -> hasan: SHE'S THE GOAT
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