an unpopular take : i donāt think peetaās prosthetic leg detaches. my interpretation is it was surgically put on and so therefore the only way it can be removed is through surgery.
this comes from the fact that he slept next to katniss all those nights and she never mentions him desiring to remove his leg or aching became he didnāt remove it. some argue this point because he was probably too bashful or self-conscious to take it off in front of her at that stage of their relationship. which is why iām saying katniss doesnāt give the reader the impression heās uncomfortable because he didnāt remove it. if he was meant to take it off and let the remains of his real leg rest, katniss probably would have casually dropped a hint somewhere about that.
the second reason which kind of piggybacks onto the first. the quarter quell. katniss never mentions peeta desiring to remove his prosthetic and rest. she never implies his leg is in pain from overuse of the prosthetic while in the arena. she doesnāt suggest he is even uncomfortable wearing his prosthetic 24/7 for days on end in the arena. again, iāve heard people say in the past āhe couldnāt have taken it off in the arena becauseā¦ā iām not saying him not removing it while in the games is the clue that his leg is not detachable. iām saying the fact that we got no implications that it was even a desire on his part to remove the prosthetic is the clue. he didnāt run slower or seemed to have any issues with his prosthetic that was imply overuse or anything like that.
and my last reason is the most convincing to me. peeta was rescued in mockingjay with his prosthetic still on. if snowās men wanted to torture him, removing his prosthetic would be a basic starting step. they would have wanted to keep him weak so they could abuse him and hijack him. if his leg came off, it would have been a pretty easy decision to take it away so heād been helpless. and yes, i suppose they could have given it back right before the rescue because we know snow was letting them take peeta, in hopes heād kill katniss for him. but again, if peeta was hospitalized and all that in thirteen for a while, to heal physically as well as mentally, at some point shouldnāt the doctors there have taken his prosthetic off? let the stump take a break? and if this was happening all along, if throughout the series peeta was detaching his prosthetic regularly, how is it that katniss somehow missed every single time it happened.
also peeta eventually joins the star squad and katniss once again doesnāt make any sort of note towards peeta about how he must want to remove the prosthetic, rest his leg, how his leg must hurt from the overuse. not even during the āiām so tired, katnissā moment.
At the end of a long day of work, Peeta is not so strong anymore and his body is already giving in to his bad leg. Hips always sore, legs always tired. He comes home whining, even though he never refuses to hold the little girl and boy in his arms who are so excited when he gets home.
Before bed, Katniss helps him take off that prosthetic. Clean it, massage it to make the pain go away, kiss it to make it feel better. Peeta feel so vulnerable at first. The most exposed part of his body, the one where they cut his flesh and sawed his bones. He is ashamed of the scar. So Katniss's hands and eyes there are intimidating.
But it's good. Her hands make the pain go away and make him feel loved. She always does it while making small talk. "Did you know that Rye likes to eat raw dough?"
"Really?" he responds, trying to mask the pain in his voice.
And after a while, her soft hands on his leg always end up moving up a little too much on his thighs, and get under his underwear.
Imagine having your legs spread for a touch starved priest, inviting him to stroke your cunt. His fingers shake and he's so nervous until they make contact and he breathes a shaky sigh of wonder. Imagine guiding his hand and praising him as you show him just how to please you. He can't even speak as your slick coats his fingers. Imagine the sharp intake of breath as you reach into his pants to stroke his cock. He stammers weak prayers, begging for god's forgiveness as you kiss the corner of his mouth and grind into his fingers. He can't take much more and holds your hips as you stroke him, forcing you to grind on his thigh in order to get off. When you've finished he hides his face as he cums, moaning pathetically.
I actually think about this quote all the time. Like can you imagine Katniss who's supposed to be super scary and fierce with her bow and arrow, hiding in her 'not' man's shirt. Like be fr girl.
I guess this is true, but I canāt help feeling upset about [her using the tourniquet causing Peeta to lose his leg] to the extent that Iām afraid I might cry and then I remember everyone in the country is watching me so I just bury my face in Peetaās shirt. It takes them a couple of minutes to coax me back out because itās better in the shirt, where no one can see me, and when I do come out, Caesar backs off questioning me so I can recover.
this is such an insane quote. even here peeta means safety and protection to her. even without her recognizing it consciously. which is probably why this quote is under looked a lot of the time. but then also peeta and caesar have to spend minutes just gently talking to her to get her to lift her head off peetaās chest???? she just sat there for multiple minutes with her face buried in peetaās arms???? because he lost his leg and he means that much to her that sheās about to cry over it???
oh yeah, snow. iām sure no one was convinced katniss loved peeta for real š
It's so sweet that even though Peeta was in an arena of death and has almost died multiple times in the last few days, he still takes a pearl and gives it to Katniss in the sweetest way possible. And even though she is electrocuted and fights for her life, she still manages to keep it.
Itās been almost a month since Peeta came back to 12. We spent that time with each other, it was healing but hard at the same time.
I try to understand my feelings for Peeta. I know I love him, but I donāt know if Iām ready to be in a relationship. How could I think about that when so many people died? Iām ashamed for the way I feel when I see Peeta in his garden, his blonde curls covering his forehead and a little part of his temples. Iām ashamed of how much I love the way his blue eyes flicker whenever I compliment his cheese bunsā¦ And now, heās lying next to me, mouth open, his face squashed against the pillow.
Without even realizing, I put my hand in his hair and play with it. Peeta murmurs something without opening his eyes, so I let myself study the boy with the bread a little longer.
āKatniss, I can feel you staringā, he says, smiling.
āNo, Iām notā, I reply, suddenly greeted by the blue eyes I know so well. Peeta raises an eyebrow and I groan:
āSo what if I was staring?ā
āNothing, itās nice. I like when you stare at me.ā
His hand wraps around my waist, bringing me closer to the warmth of his body. I could stay like this all day, Peetaās chin on the top of my head, my fingers tracing circles on his clavicleā¦
āHey, whoās Naomiā, I ask.
A few days ago, a blonde girl came to Peetaās house. She was tall, slim and had the aspect of a healthy person- her cheeks rosy red, her skin a little pale. I canāt say I was jealous when I saw her talking to Peeta, or when Peeta opened the door, smiling at the sight of her, or when she went into his house and spent almost 2 hours thereā¦ fine, maybe I was a little jealous, but Iād never admit it to him.
āHow do you knowā¦ā
āI heard you talking to her last week. I had my window open and yeahā¦ Not like I was spying on you!ā I wasnāt completely lying. Naomiās high pitched voice was what drew my attention.
āOh, sheās Ryeās wifeā¦ wasā, Peeta replies, a sad smile on his face, āI try to be nice to her since, you know, she has no one but her baby and her brother in law.ā
I feel stupid for asking. How could I believe Peeta would be seeing anyone else? After all weāve been through, he wouldnāt leave meā¦would he? Weāre not officially together, so he could see someone else and Iād have no right to judge him. The thought of not sleeping next to him and another person feeling the warmth of his strong arms drives me insane.
āWhy? Are you jealous?ā
I look up to see the blonde boy smirk. Itās better than seeing him sad, but I still roll my eyes:
āYeah, rightā, I blush and try to bury my face in his neck so he wonāt notice, but his fingers bring my chin up so that Iām looking into his eyes again.
āOh, my God, you are! Youāre blushingā, he laughs.
I sit up straight and hit him playfully:
āNo, Iām not!ā
Peeta raises an eyebrow and I canāt help a little smile:
āShut up.ā
āCome hereā, he says amused, now sitting up and pulling me into his lap, āItās adorable when youāre jealous.ā
Our faces are so closeā¦ too close. I canāt give in, I canāt do this to Peeta, I donāt deserve his love. He saved me so many times and all I did was hurt him.
āNo one else ever called me adorable, Peetaā, I barely whisper, closing my eyes, so that I canāt be tempted by him. God knows I canāt keep myself together when he looks at me with those puppy eyes.
āNo one else really mattersā, he says, his warm breath lingering over my lips, making me lick them without realizing.
āPeetaā¦ā
And it happens. I canāt control myself, my hands around his neck, I bring him even closer to me. Itās the hunger Iāve felt before, the hunger that makes me behave like a selfish animal. And I am selfish for bringing him into this, for not letting him get the life he deserves with a normal girl, not a fucked up 19 year old thatās been through the Games twice and started a revolutionā¦ but God, did I miss him on my lips.
āKatnissā, he pulls away, gasping for air. I take the opportunity to look at him again, like I did this morning: his curls are even messier than usual. This satisfies me because it was my hand who did that. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, his chest going up and down, trying to get more air. I canāt help but imagine Peeta with nothing on, lying in my bed in the morning. My cheeks must be burning like crazy and I mentally scold myself for thinking about it.
āDid you hear meā, Peeta asks amused, bringing me back to the present moment.
in light of police across the country cracking down on pro palestine protests with brutal force, it feels like a great time to remind everyone to shut the fuck up around cops. don't make small talk, dont act friendly, don't fucking engage with them!! if you are arrested DO NOT speak without a lawyer present. protest organizers, get into contact with local pro bono lawyers who can be there for your arrested comrades. no matter what, if cops are there, shut the fuck up unless you are actively doing a protest chant. dont tell cops why you were there, dont tell them if you're affiliated with the school you may be protesting at, dont tell them if you came there with anyone, dont tell them anything!!!
I just remembered something absurd that happened to me when I was 17 and I need all of you to know:
I used to work at the local bowling alley when I was 17. Things to know - this bowling alley was both family and gang friendly. Since every club and bar in my city shares a single āblack listā if you get banned from one youāre banned from all of them. Since this bowling alley served alcohol it was basically a bar yet it wasnāt technically part of the cityās co-black list, so we got a bunch of colourful characters.
Anyway, it was a Thursday which was the day all the elderly people in bowling leagues did their tournaments. I was just chilling, minding my own business at the front desk, when it started to get dark. I think it was around 8? Anyway a massive group - and Iām talking like around 100 people maybe even more- of men in full on BDSM furry suits showed up. They were fully doing a Don/sub humiliation thing cause some of the guys were holding the others leashes and making them act like pets - IT WAS WILD FOR A THURSDAY!
Anyways, there was SO many of them that they took over the other half of the bowling alley. So on one half we had a bunch of older ppl who were competing and being all serious, and on the other half we had an overtly sexual group who were tipping me to play lady gaga exclusively. It was interesting. I also saw so many pasty little thighs. I had no business seeing their pasty little thighs.
Anyways @triassictriserratops this is my furry story lmao.
Anti-war protestors in Aotearoa / New Zealand pasting up posters and dyeing fountains red to draw attention to the government's ongoing complicity in war and genocide.
One of the things I love most about the pro Palestine protests is the frequent presence of faith and prayer. Regardless of the faith, Iāve seen people from all walks of life praying. I love that. To see Christianās muslims and Jews praying together? Itās beautiful.
āHeās like my age, you know that right?ā She says as she disinterestedly picks at her nails.
āYeah, so whatā¦ four years? That would have mattered back in high school, but weāre both adults and now itās just kinda hot.ā
Katniss looks up to watch her sister apply lipstick through the mirror from her perch on the bed. Damn it. Why doesnāt she wear lipstick? Itās a futile thought, even if she did, she could never look like that.
Her sister catches her stare, raising a brow at her reflection, ālook alright?ā
āRedās a little cliche, donāt you think?ā
Prim smirks, āSoās green. Just admit it; youāre jealous. Say the word and Iāll call the whole thing off.ā
Katniss had gone home the week prior, having convinced herself that Prim would drop the idea.
She hadnāt.
Finnick had organized Trivia on Tuesday and Katniss on as Prim approached Peeta at the bar alone. How sheād put her hand on his shoulder to lean in and speak close to his ear, and how he smiled and nodded at whatever she was saying. Her sister later confirmed they had made plans to grab drinks on Friday.
This morning Katniss had woken with a migraine and called off work. The headache is gone, but sheās still feeling nauseous as she watches her sister primp for her date.
Katniss ignores the taunt, āso what are you wearing?ā
Prim stands from the vanity and pulls out a black dress. Katniss wishes there was something to object to, but itās a classic so she gives her sister a pinched smile. The smile quickly falls to an open mouth gape as Prim shrugs off her robe, revealing a muted orange bra and matching underwear.
āLike it?ā Prim says, batting her lashes in fein innocence, āIt's new.ā and Katniss knows the color is not accidental.
āPrim! You arenāt planning on sleeping with him, are you?!ā Her voice is shrill and she can feel the headache returning anew.
āPlanning? No. But you always taught me to be prepared for anything.ā
āI meant like a flat tire, or a global apocalypse. Not fucking my roommate!ā
āWhich part bothers you more? Me having sex? Or me having sex with Peeta?ā
Katniss snaps her mouth shut. āNevermind,ā she grumbled, ājust make sure you have a condom.ā
Prim pinches her lips into a tight line, before turning away. She shimmies into the dress and slips on heels with just the right height to accentuate her calves. She pivots in the full length mirror to get a side view, checking her ass.
Sheās gorgeous. Perfect really.
Katniss adjusts the hem of the oversized shirt that lays limply over her flat chest and ass and wonders what Mendel would make of the pair of them: as different as two sisters can be.
Sheās never been jealous of Prim; always wanted the best for her, even when it meant sacrificing herself - it hadnāt felt like much of a sacrifice at all when it came down to it. But this is different, because the thought of giving up Peeta, even to someone who might actually deserve him, finally feels like a real sacrifice. Sheās jealous. She can admit now, if only to herself. The realization horrifies her and is quickly eclipsed by guilt of her selfishness.
āIām leaving,ā Prim eyes her expectantly, āSpeak now or forever hold your peace,ā
What before she would have said in defiance, is now said in shame and defeat, āHave fun.ā
Shai Davidai needs to be FIRED and de-platformed. He's a danger to Palestinian/Arab/Muslim students and allies to Palestinian liberation. That has been proven time and again.
Here is another beautiful moment/act of solidarity I wanted to share that happened on the same campus:
LESS THAN TWO HOURS AGO: four cornell students have been suspended (and at least the one reporting was evicted, unknown about the others) for their involvement with their campus's gaza solidarity encampment. during a school year centering freedom of expression no less!