The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) Dir. Francis Lawrence

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i read an amazing article by wannasworld and i decided to put together a small piece based on it. just a daily reminder to speak black women. 

i’ll just leave that here

YOU hates terfs

{boxing n tom}

okay but that boxing video? i’m deceased and very inspired so enjoy these 725 words of fluff. :-)

Your arms were crossed, one arm pulled out and holding a bottle of water that you had pressed against your chin. Your back was up against the wall of the gym, your eyes trailing Tom’s figure as it moved around the boxing ring. His shorts hung low on his hips; his hair bouncing slightly on his forehead with every move his body made.

You could see the muscles in his arms flex every time he would throw a punch, causing you to subconsciously bite your lower lip. A little buzzer went off and Tom threw one last punch at the pads the trainer had on his hands. His arms fell down to his sides and he shook them out, rolling his shoulders back to loosen his muscles.

You dropped your water bottle and pushed off of the wall. Your legs carried you to the ring, your fingers resting on top of the elevated mat. Tom’s back was too you as he swigged back water from his own bottle.

“Hey there, handsome,” you chirped, a radiant smile on your face. He turned around, a smile erupting on his features when he saw you.

“Darling, you’re here!” you pulled yourself up and into the ring, standing in front of him, you back now against the ropes along the perimeter. He stepped closer to you, pulling you against him by your hips. One of your hands reached up and ran a hand through his curls that were a bit damp from sweat.

You reached up your other hand, twirling his hair around your fingers. Tom let out a low chuckle. “Whatcha doing, love?” You smiled.

“Your hair looks pretty, s’all,” your fingers continued to thread through his hair, before they slid down his face and onto his biceps. You looked up and gave a bright smile, leaning in real close to his ear. You could hear his breath hitch in his throat when your lips brushed against his earlobe.

You paused for a moment before speaking, “I’m actually really tired right now.” Tom groaned, playfully pushing you off of him.

“Dammit, (Nickname), that’s not fair!” he whined, causing you to laugh. You linked your fingers together, pulling him over to you. You reached up, giving him a quick kiss.

“Sorry, sorry, I love you,” you giggled, pressing your lips against his again. Tom smiled a bit, releasing his hands from yours and running his fingertips from your hips up to your sides. He gave your sides a quick squeeze causing you to let out a little squeak and pull back from him. He let out a laugh as you gave his arm a light smack.

“You did not just tickle me,” you warned and he shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. Your own eyes slightly widened as you slowly backed away and to the side from him. “Uh, uh I know that look Thomas Stanley.”

“What look?” he asked, tilting his head to the side and feigning innocence. “That look.”

He only shook his head and stretched his hands out to try and tickle you again. You let out another squeal and ducked around him, running around the small boxing ring.

“You really don’t have much space to run or hide, love,” his voice was teasing and you tried to run faster, not that it would do you much good. You felt him catch up to you, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly in the air. You let out a mix between a laugh and a squeal as he spun you in a circle.

"Tom, put me down,” you laughed. His fingers tickled your sides and you laughed harder, bending forward against his strong hold on your waist. You could hear his laughter directly in your ears when your back pressed against his chest again. You felt the ground beneath your feet and spun around in his arms, reaching your fingers up to play with his curls again.

“You look really pretty right now babydoll,” he said, reaching a hand up to push a piece of hair that had fallen from your ponytail, behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed and you leaned up to press your lips to his again.

“Love you, pretty boy,” you mumbled against his mouth. You could feel his smile as he mumbled back, “Love you too, pretty girl.”

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I’m just super fucking bitter that once the flint water crisis got it’s 15 minutes of fame people stopped giving a shit. The water is still poisoned, people! Donations have plummeted and people have been forced back into drinking and bathing with the water! The medical effects of this are astounding, cases of legionnaires disease have skyrocketed, people are having seizures, people are having weird rashes break out over their body, people (including me!) are having their blood poisoned, and it’s not just lead! it’s coliform bacteria! it’s THMs! it’s all in the water and it gets into the bloodstream and breaks down blood vessels, causing bruising and petechiae and internal bleeding and no one gives a shit anymore and it’s only gotten worse like how many people are going to have to die until people realize this is still a problem

I would say yes not gonna lie 😂😉

In which Kylo Ren is very bad at flirting.

SAY IT A BIT LOUDER FOR THE ONES AT THE BACK!

In defense of Joker/Harley and other “bad” ships.

Here’s another thing about Harley and the Joker as a pairing.

Saying they can’t have a relationship, that someone liking their relationship is wrong, immoral, and “romanticizing abuse” is not only judgmental but limiting. You can engage with darker fiction without it actually reflecting your world views. Appreciating conflict and villainy is no indication that you think it’s normal or acceptable. Example: Harley Quinn is a criminal and a murderer, but you liking her doesn’t make you a murderer apologist. 

Yet people seem to think that enjoying a dynamic like Harley and Joker’s clearly means you’re too ignorant to understand that their relationship is abusive, or that you are in favor of abuse. 

If you’re going to protest so heavily against bad relationships, let’s just take villains away all together. Let’s take away conflict, lying, and murder from stories all together. I mean, by the same logic applied in trying to restrict any Joker/Harley content, it’d be good if all these bad things weren’t portrayed at all. 

Except we need conflict for stories to be interesting. Everyone can agree on that. Then why is so unacceptable to enjoy romantic relationships full of conflict? 

Superheroes all have that One Big Archenemy. Batman and the Joker have one of the most loved relationships of all time. All their fighting is usually considered epic, their back-and-forth is accepted as the norm, and Batman’s moral struggle about whether or not to kill him is considered interesting and engaging. 

So why can’t I appreciate a similar arc with Harley and her relationship with the Joker? Why can’t I indulge in the complicated, messy, and gritty relationship between them?  Why can’t I like their mutual inner turmoil regarding each other? Why can’t I do that, if everyone else can for Batman and the Joker? 

I saw a post earlier pointing out how people seem to assume young women are completely incapable of separating fact from fiction when it comes to shipping. That if a person ships something that is not completely healthy and pure, it must mean they condone that kinda thing, or wouldn’t recognize it as a problem in real life. Certainly a large portion of people seem to assume the same in regards to Joker/Harley shippers, or shippers of similar ships with morally grey matter (ex: Reylo, Dramione, etc.) If you’re trying to stop these ships under the guise of feminism, yet that’s your impression of a young woman’s mind, you’ve got some things backwards.

No one is asking you to ship it, or like it, or look at it. But it’d be nice if you stopped trying to judge a person’s moral character based on a fictional story they engage with.