#{ even if she chooses one or the other of them she is still her own!!!!! }

[hwaretic]

Rightfully Mine | j.yh

genre : romance, plot, a bit of smut

word count : 10k+

pairing : jeong yunho x fem! reader

synopsis : When your younger sister transfers to your college and tries to steal Yunho—the boy you’ve loved for years and who clearly loves you back—it sparks a messy, emotional battle. While Mina lies, manipulates, and publicly fakes a romance with him, Yunho never wavers. He chooses you, claims you openly, and proves that no one—not even family—can come between what you two have. She tried to take him. But he was always yours.

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You always knew college would come with distractions—but you never thought your biggest one would be your younger sister.

Especially when it came to Yunho.

You and Yunho were never officially together. But it was there—the thing between you two. Unspoken but deeply felt. It started slow. Group projects. Shared meals in the dining hall. Him showing up outside your lecture with your favorite coffee, just because. The kind of quiet consistency that meant more than big romantic gestures.

Your families adored each other. Every winter break and summer vacation, you were inseparable—shared beach houses, ski trips, barbecues in each other’s backyards. Your parents teased, “One day you’ll marry him.” It used to make you roll your eyes. But lately, you weren’t so sure you didn’t want it.

Except your sister—Mina—wanted it too.

And she always got what she wanted.

Year Two, Fall Semester

You’d settled into college life well—majoring in business, living in a cozy off-campus apartment with your best friend, and seeing Yunho more than you wanted to admit. He was in the performing arts department, dancing, acting, and somehow always making time for you.

It was easy.

Until Mina transferred into your university.

You didn’t think much of it at first. She was always the golden child—smarter, prettier, a little more manipulative behind her sweet-girl image. But she was two years younger, and you were in different departments. You figured she’d find her own path.

Then she started showing up… everywhere.

At first, it was convenient.

“Oh! Yunho, I didn’t know you were in this café too!”

“Y/N, I didn’t realize you were in this class—I switched late.”

“I just wanted to hang out with you both!”

But then you saw the way she’d touch his arm unnecessarily. Laugh too loud at things he said. Post photos that were cropped just right to make them look like a couple.

You tried not to let it get to you. Because Yunho wasn’t that type of guy. He wasn’t into games. He never flirted back.

Still, something ugly crept in your chest.

One night, after a group dinner.

He walked you to your apartment like always. The streetlights flickered above you, and the autumn wind carried leaves across the sidewalk. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, glancing down at you with a soft smile.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

You sighed. “Mina’s been acting weird lately.”

“She’s always weird.”

“Not like this. She’s been… hanging around you.”

He paused. “I noticed.”

Your stomach twisted. “And?”

“I’m not interested,” he said immediately, stopping to face you fully. “I only care about you. I thought that was obvious.”

You looked away, embarrassed. “I just… she doesn’t care who she hurts when she wants something.”

“She can’t hurt me. And she can’t take me.”

And then—for the first time—he kissed you.

It was slow, gentle, his hands cradling your face like you were something breakable. Like you meant something.

It stole your breath.

When you pulled away, he was smiling. “Feel better?”

You nodded.

But you knew this was only the beginning.

Winter Break

Mina became unbearable at home.

“I heard Yunho likes someone,” she teased at dinner. “Wonder who it is…”

You choked on your water.

Your mom laughed. “Maybe it’s our Y/N.”

Mina’s smile was sharp. “Doubt it. I think I’d know if my own sister was dating him.”

You locked eyes across the table. A silent war. She knew.

Later that night, she cornered you in your room.

“You think he actually wants you?” she hissed. “He’s probably just playing along until something better comes.”

“You mean you?” you shot back.

“Why not?” She shrugged. “We’d look good together. And let’s face it—guys always choose me in the end.”

Not this time.

It was Spring Semester.

She went for it.

You heard through whispers—Mina had confessed to Yunho. In the quad. In front of people. Like a performance.

“She told him she’s liked him since they were kids,” your roommate reported, clutching her phone. “He rejected her. Said he’s with someone else.”

You felt relief.

Until the photos dropped.

Mina posted a photo of her hugging him from behind. Captioned: “He said he’s flattered… I’ll wait.”

The comments exploded.

And suddenly, people weren’t sure who Yunho was really with.

You didn’t respond.

But he did.

That night, he showed up.

Banging on your door like the world was ending.

“I didn’t know she was taking pictures!” he said. “She just clung to me out of nowhere—I told her no. You know me.”

“I do,” you said, quieter.

“I don’t want her. I want you. I’m not hiding it anymore.”

And he didn’t.

From that night on, he kissed you in public. He held your hand around campus. He posted you.

It wasn’t about making Mina jealous. It was about making it real.

But jealousy is poison.

Mina made a fake account.

She used it to send Yunho screenshots of you messaging other guys. All fake. Photoshopped. DMs that never existed.

Yunho showed you.

You cried.

He didn’t.

“I know you’d never do that,” he said. “She’s just proving you were right. She doesn’t care who she hurts.”

You nodded through tears. “I hate that it’s my own sister.”

“She’s not your future. I am.”

He kissed your forehead, your nose, then your lips. Again. Again. Again. Until you stopped shaking.

And then, for the first time, he stayed the night.

And for the first time, he didn’t leave.

Graduation Day.

Mina didn’t come.

You stood in your cap and gown, Yunho beside you in his.

He leaned in, brushed your cheek with his thumb.

“Do you still think she could ever take me?” he whispered.

You smiled.

“Not even close.”

And when he kissed you this time—it wasn’t to prove a point. It wasn’t to stake a claim. It was just because he could.

And he never stopped.

You and Yunho moved in together that summer.

Your families were thrilled.

Your mom cried at your engagement dinner.

Mina never apologized. But she stayed away.

Sometimes that’s all you can ask for.

And every time Yunho kissed you after that—on your temple, your shoulder, your lips—you remembered what it took to get here.

You remembered every near-loss, every jealous look, every tear you swore you wouldn’t cry.

And you knew,

He was yours.

He was always yours.

Later he posted on Instagram and he blew up. It was about you. Those loving words that could shut Mina's mouth up.

The second the door closed behind you, he pressed you up against it.

“I meant every word,” Yunho murmured against your ear, his hands sliding down your hips. “She can post all she wants. She can pretend. But this—” he nudged your chin up and kissed you hard, possessive “—this is the only thing that’s real.”

You sighed into him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt. “You really think a post is enough to shut her up?”

“No,” he smirked. “But this might be.”

Without warning, he lifted you—effortless, strong—and carried you toward his bed. You giggled into his shoulder, heartbeat racing.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to,” he said, laying you down gently. “And anyone watching can stay jealous.”

He undressed you like he was unwrapping something precious—every button undone slowly, every kiss to your skin a silent vow. He kissed down your neck, your collarbone, your chest, until you were gasping under him, legs trembling.

“Yunho,” you whispered.

“I’ve waited long enough.”

And he proved it—with his mouth, his hands, the weight of his body pressed flush against yours. He didn’t rush. He worshipped. He moved like he was memorizing every inch of you—slow, deep, claiming. Every thrust was a promise: you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, eyes locked with yours. “No one will ever touch you like this.”

You moaned his name again, arching into him.

“Kiss me,” you demanded, needing more.

And he did—again and again, between moans and soft gasps, until neither of you knew where one ended and the other began.

Later, when he pulled you into his chest, breath still heavy, he whispered, “Let her try again.”

You smiled, tracing lazy circles on his skin.

“She won’t.”

And even if she did?

You’d already won.

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#oh goddamn it shes literally me #samesies girl #character analysis so good and potent that it makes you reflect on your own self #excellent work op #the difference between ‘you confirmed fears that I have been consciously choosing to ignore at every opportunity every day every #conversation since the day I met you’ kind of hurt #and ‘I have already built a trustworthy image of you in my mind and my care and trust towards that banner of you is strong enough that when #shit hits the fan and you hurt me I will still choose to stick with you because I Know Confidently That That’s Not What Youre Actually Like’ #having that embedded trust already vs having trust issues #odile and isabeau believed in siffrin so much that they still held on to their pre-established idea of what kind of person siffrin is even #after they hurt them. but for Mirabelle she’s been silently subconsciously searching for proof that he’s untrustworthy and doesn’t REALLY #care about her and she’s wrong to care for him since the day they met. not because of anything personal against him #that’s just how the shit goes. Thats trust issues babey #I do that bro. tf #loving other people while you have trust issues really is like op said. it’s a constant conscious choice to love. to shove down the whispers #of the trust issues and choose to enjoy the relationship instead #it is a constant thing every day. so when shit hits the fan it can be easy to immediately assume that all your worst fears have finally been #confirmed and you can finally stop ignoring them #trust is a constant choice you make every day. it’s something you have to maintain internal mental upkeep with. and no one ever knows #it’s a perishable food in the fridge you constantly have to replace every 3 days #and this effects every. single. relationship. with. everyone. ever. #Mirabelle I want to know who hurt you the first time because holy shit (via @rainbowcatzworld)

YEAH EXACTLY, well said. Isabeau and Odile are working from much more stable foundations—their concept of their own self and the concept they have of Siffrin aren't in question at all, so they just need to figure out what the external situation is to understand what's happening. but Mirabelle is constantly questioning both of those things! what Siffrin says already comes across as cruel, but it's so much worse because she's been dreading that something like this could have been true the entire time they've known each other.

augh. that conversation was so deeply painful for both of them.

i really love how intensely Mirabelle reacts to act 5 Siffrin botched friendquest.

Isabeau is mostly operating out of concern and, eventually, hurt. he already knows something’s up before Siffrin gets to him. he knows something truly awful must be wrong for Siffrin to be lashing out like they are, and as soon as he can’t handle the situation anymore, he leaves and asks (with strained cheer) for time apart to cool off.

most of Bonnie’s anger comes from being upset and afraid that Siffrin would willingly put themself in danger for no reason, when that’s exactly why they’ve been so unsettled since the eye incident. they hate that Siffrin values their own life so little, they hate that they’re the cause of any pain or loss for him, and here he is, putting himself in that situation AGAIN. on purpose. it’s loud and explosive, but it’s familiar, too, being “hated” by Bonnie for this reason.

Odile pushes, and keeps pushing, until her concern overwhelms Siffrin and they strike where they know she’s most vulnerable. she gets physical, just for a moment, grabbing his collar before controlling herself and letting go. her fury shuts down into cold detachment, and she walks away.

but Mirabelle—dear, sweet, gentle, loving Mirabelle, “the most wonderful being on earth,” with her secret “ruthless side” that largely involves lightly badmouthing people behind their backs and then apologizing—slaps them. immediately.

and then COMPLETELY RENOUNCES THEIR FRIENDSHIP.

not just “we’re not friends anymore,” but “we were never friends in the first place.”

that’s!!! pretty extreme!!!!

of course, she ALSO starts by asking what’s wrong. something must have happened for him to act like this. but as soon as Siffrin brushes her off, she jumps past that line of questioning and dives headfirst into re-evaluating everything she thought she knew about them as a a person.

if he could say something like that to her and not see anything wrong with it, then she was wrong to treat him as a friend, wrong to read camaraderie into his teasing, wrong to think they must care about them all under their aloof demeanor.

that’s how Mirabelle phrases it—“I was wrong about you”—but i think that there’s a hidden layer of I was right about you, too.

she talks about the way they tease her like she had to convince herself that he was doing it in a friendly way. she says they talk like they “know better than her” like that’s a thought she’s had for a LONG time.

“Always soooo mysterious, Siffrin, always talking as if you're better than me! As if you know me!!! But you don't, Siffrin!!! You're just as lost and useless as I am!!! So stop!!! Talking!!! As if you know me!!!!!!”

none of this comes across as a new, sudden way to view Siffrin for her. it doesn’t shock or confuse her. it makes her angry, defensive, almost like she was waiting for something like this to happen at some point. the feeling of resentment, frustration, jealousy, being patronized and condescended to—this is something she’s been actively pushing down and rejecting this entire time, but they’ve given her ample reason for it all to boil to the surface. violently.

Mirabelle’s kindness is not inherent or easy. it’s a choice she’s making. she treats Siffrin warmly because she gives him the benefit of the doubt—refusing to act based on anxiety-fueled, cynical speculation, and reassuring herself that his actions are driven by care and friendship even if she can’t quite see it.

“I was wrong about you” doesn’t mean she always and without question believed them to be a fundamentally kind, caring person from the beginning—it’s that her first, colder instincts were right, and she was wrong to convince herself otherwise.

never mind that she asked what was wrong at first. she barely gives them time to speak in their own defense, to explain what they really meant by what they said. all of her suppressed doubts and frustrations are getting aired out now, now that all the trust she’d so deliberately placed in him has been betrayed. her pain feels bigger than this singular moment, so when she hurts him back, she makes sure it extends back through the entirety of their relationship for him, too.

“You're awful. You're not my friend, not my ally, not anything. You never were.”

like the others, she goes back to the clocktower and tells Siffrin not to come back until later. but there’s a finality to the way she ends this confrontation that isn’t quite there with the others. Isabeau and Odile reach their breaking point and remove themselves from the situation, asking for space to cool off but still somewhat leaving the door open for Siffrin to tell them what’s really going on at some point. Mirabelle is the only one who tries to fully cut ties—after everything else she says, her “I don’t want to see you until tonight” reads to me somewhat as “I don’t want to see you anymore unless I have to.”

I can’t wait to never see you again.

even back at the clocktower, Mirabelle doesn’t really defend Siffrin’s place in the party when Odile suggests leaving them behind out of concern for their trustworthiness on the most important day of the journey. Isabeau and Bonnie protest out of sentimentality and faith in Siffrin’s abilities and connection to them, and Mirabelle agrees, but…

“I agree, but... B-But would he even agree to come with us, still? Maybe they won't even come back tonight...”

she doesn’t say much outside of that. maybe the stutter and hesitation here are signs of regret about how things happened, but she lacks Isabeau and Bonnie’s confidence that Siffrin even wants to come back to them in the first place. she doesn’t trust that their bond was real anymore. maybe it never was in the first place, or maybe she broke whatever was there herself.

and she’s still mad when they finally catch up to Siffrin at the King! and she makes sure Siffrin knows that��after saving them, assuring him that he no longer needs to fight, that they’re all there for him. she still cares, of course she still cares—she’s still hurt, too, but they can figure that part out once there’s less world-ending stuff going on.

she’s the first to say that they all reserve the right to still be angry at Siffrin later—and that they’ve already forgiven him.

she’s also the first to say we want to stay with you, too. it’s not just you.

she was wrong! she thought they didn’t care but they care so much, it’s overwhelming, it’s world-ending.

i think she’s gonna be wallowing in guilt post-canon the moment she remembers what she said and did TO SIFFRIN and not just what Siffrin said to her. especially now that she knows Siffrin’s exact hangups, and especially especially if she figures out what Siffrin was trying to say.

they put themself through hell out of loneliness and fear that none of the others cared about him the way he cared about them, he was going insane from repetition and exhaustion and hunger and trying to keep them all safe and together, and all they did in the midst of all that was say something kind of mean to her one time (that turned out to not even be MEANT to be mean it was supposed to be HELPFUL they just SAID IT ALL WRONG) and she SLAPPED THEM? and told him that they WEREN’T FRIENDS AT ALL??? how could she!!! she should have known better!! what they said hurt a lot but still!!!

so when they eventually manage to try to talk about it, they end up almost in, like, a guilt competition.

Mirabelle apologizing for how she reacted, that she shouldn’t have yelled or hit him, that she doesn’t want to be the kind of person who acts that way out of anger and she’s sorry that she made Siffrin expect that reaction from her, she should have known better and believed in him more and they only messed up like that because they were losing their mind in a time loop but what’s HER excuse—

and Siffrin going nononono stop I deserved it—(HUH DON’T SAY THAT NO YOU DIDN’T)—and that he should never have said such awful things to her, ever, and she was under so much pressure already with the weight of the country and everyone’s lives and futures and her religion and their whole party counting on her to do this impossible task because she’s the only one who can, all this unbearable expectation and hope crushing her, and they KNEW that but they thought they could skip to the ending as though her feelings didn’t matter at all, like helping her wasn’t as important as saving a little time—

until they’re just. in tears together, apologizing for all the horrible things they did in between complimenting each other’s strength and kindness and resilience and how much they admire each other and saying that no, everything you did was completely understandable, actually, the only one who sucks here is me. which neither of them will accept coming from the other!!

they’re so similar, in ways they couldn’t really understand, before.

warm, affectionate, perfect Mirabelle, the resolute hero, a beacon of compassion and hope for all those around her, who wears her heart on her sleeve, her fear making her courage shine all the brighter—nothing like the insignificant, forgettable Siffrin, too terrified to be known, too fragile to touch, too selfish and disgusting to bear letting go.

cool, mysterious, unflappable Siffrin, the worldly traveler, as charming and silly as they are confident and skilled, who brushed off losing an eye like it was nothing, accepting the risks of this journey with barely more than a shrug—nothing like the anxious, stagnant, underserving Mirabelle, a fraud and a nobody crumbling under the weight of a mission too important to be entrusted to someone like her, doubting herself, doubting her friends, doubting her mentor, doubting her faith, too weak and brittle to bend and change the way the world needs her to without breaking.

not worth bothering others with their problems. they should be able to handle this alone. stay positive, stay calm. breathe in, and out.

they’ll struggle with it, still—the hiding, the minimizing—but now, they understand each other a little better. they can hold each other accountable for what they leave unsaid.

it’ll get easier, eventually. they have plenty of time.

[ooooo-mcyt]

There is probably something to be said for how the Life Series winners have (or haven't) died.

Grian who threw himself off a cliff in grief vs Scott who was directly /killed before he could choose for himself vs Pearl who died automatically upon winning by nature of the game mechanics vs Scar who continued to live vs Cleo and Joel who both chose their own deaths. Martyn is the only weird one because his video says he ran out of time but I think he was technically /killed, so that one's actually debatable?

I think Cleo and Joel's victories were both very kind to them. They won, and then they, while celebrating, got to choose their own ending. They both got to end it on their own terms, and they were happy for it. I don't have much to say on them, I'm happy for them.

Grian, I categorize differently to Cleo and Joel. Partially because the tone was different- he was grief stricken and dazed, not celebrating- but also because I think it's debatable how much choice he had in the ending of Third Life. From the moment it was just him and Scar left, Grian seemed to be following what he thought the spectators wanted, not what he wanted. Technically he 'chose' how his season ended, but it didn't seem to feel like one to him, and that is important.

The tone of Scar's ending is highly dependent on whether you see his survival on Secret Life as a curse or a choice. I've seen fanart of him miserably pushing a button over and over begging for his win, or curled up and alone. But personally, I think Scar chose to stay, and I see it as an act of agency and maybe defiance (in large part because why wouldn't he just jump off a cliff if he wanted out? why wouldn't grian just /kill him? but also because thematically i think this makes more sense with the character.)

Then there's Pearl. She had the choice taken from her. I've seen Scott faulted for this, people saying he selfishly killed them both to spite Pearl or something, but I think that's misattributing the real problem, which is the game mechanic itself. No matter how Pearl won, whether by Scott killing himself or Pearl killing him, Pearl still would have died in the same moment, because she was tied to another person without any choice, and she literally physically was not allowed to live without him (nor would he have been allowed to live without her). Double Life's very core game mechanic was one that limited agency. (i do think it would have been good of scott to let pearl choose anyways, but pearl didn't seem to mind- she was very explicitly touched by the 'sacrifice'- and i think the real issue of the soul link would have been the main issue regardless of how they died)

I'd say Scott is the main player who was unarguably primarily limited by another person. Grian /killed him. Scott got to the end of his season, and before he could choose how to end it himself, Grian used commands to take that choice and kill Scott himself. Which I doubt was malicious, I'd say Grian was probably not thinking about it- after all, Grian seemed to view his own victory as belonging to the will of the spectators even as it made him miserable, he clearly didn't see the winner as someone with any real agency, so why would he think it was important to let Scott have any choice either- but regardless there was an unfairness to it, for Scott to be denied in victory, the choice, not even by the mechanics of the game, but by another person.

Martyn, as I said before, is a question mark for me, because I don't know whether he canonically ran out of time or was /killed (i think both are correct so choose your favorite i guess), but I'm not sure it matters too much, because whether he was denied agency by the game or by the will of the dead, he still wasn't allowed to choose his own ending, which is painfully ironic in a very cruel way considering Martyn's whole victory was about doing things his way instead of by tradition, morality, or how others think he should do it. Everything I said in Pearl or Scott's sections can apply here too depending on how exactly you think Martyn died.

And I just think it's fascinating, the differences in how exactly each winner died (or didn't) and what that implies regarding their victory and character arc as a whole.

[theballadofthesunandthestars]

After reading SOTR, it was so refreshing and heartbreaking to read from the point of view of a character who loves so openly. Haymitch bleeds love everywhere he goes; not just for the obvious people like Lenore Dove, or Sid and Ma, but for everyone.

His complete and utter adoration of Lenore Dove? How her flaws, her recklessness and impulsiveness just makes him love her all the more. How he can’t always keep up with her, but he doesn’t resent her for it, just tries his best to and loves her when he can’t understand. The contrast between Snow wanting to control Lucy Gray, even going so far as to say that he wishes she was back in the Arena so he could know where she was, and Haymitch wanting nothing more for Lenore Dove than to be free, even trying to tell Lenore Dove to move on from him when he dies in the Arena.

The way Haymitch expresses such adoration for Hattie, how he admires her hard work and hugs her when she gives him his birthday gift. How he tries to protect her during the Interviews.

Haymitch’s love for his family; how he finds them annoying sometimes, but he loves them. He ruffles Sid’s hair and takes on the role of his father, how he lets Sid drag him out on a clear night to look up at the stars. He hugs his Ma and speaks of her with admiration for her work, even as he’s just as annoyed by her work ethic.

Louella McCoy, who crushed on Haymitch for a week, and it just endeared her to him, made him fiercely protective of her. He never looked down on her for being childish, and he did everything in his power to get justice for her.

Lou Lou, whom he despised at first, only to love her anyways. He didn’t even know her real name, didn’t know anything about her except that she was from Eleven and that she was recording what they were saying, but he loved her anyways because he can’t help it. It spills out of him. He protected her and tried to make her death quick, tried to get justice for what happened to her just as much as he did Louella.

Wyatt, Maysilee, and Effie are my favorite examples of how Haymitch sees the flaws in people, but loves them anyways, embraces them even. Wyatt Callow, who he started by resenting him for his father’s gambling practices, only to grow to love Wyatt for his quick wit, then to mourn him when he was killed on the first day. Maysilee Donner who was spoiled and mean in his eyes, yet he could still see her rebellious and determined nature, her kindness for the other Tributes as she wove their tokens, and he held her hand as she died, cementing her in his mind as his sister. Effie Trinket, who despite her Capitol upbringing, despite her parroting Capitol propaganda lines, Haymitch can’t help but notice her empathy and kindness, and she becomes the only one who can seem to care for him after his Games.

Every single Tribute that he adopted as his own, his flock of doves. He never once thought about winning over any of them, choosing instead to do everything in his power to protect them. He kept the fire running and made nightlights for the young Tributes who feared the dark. He tried to play it cool when meeting with Amphert, but when Amphert hugs him, he just drops the act and hugs him right back. He stayed with Wellie and helped to feed her the best he could, reassuring her the whole time and strategizing how he was going to make her the Victor. He blamed himself for every one of their deaths.

Fuck, even the rabbits in the Arena he becomes fond of. He viewed them as allies and felt guilty when he had to use them to determine what was poisoned.

Haymitch Abernathy loves hard and fast. And that’s what Snow took; his ability to love. He trapped Haymitch into the rascal persona he had put on for the Games. The message he sent with Lenore Dove and Ma and Sid and every single Tribute who Haymitch couldn’t save, was that he would kill anyone Haymitch loved. So he drove people away from him. Forced distance between him and the District Twelve tributes. I think that didn’t even stop him from loving them too, only to watch them killed in the Arena. A yearly reminder of that message.

I hope after the revolution, Haymitch felt free to love without fear again.

[luneartt]

— Catching fire script.

“"Well, it served them right.. It's their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you." Then her eyes dart around as if she's said something totally outrageous. "I'm sorry, but that's what I think," she says to no one in particular." — The Hunger Games book.

"Effie is kind of always the candy in the room. But Effie's own struggle, because inherently she knows what she's doing, is horrible—she's picking kids to go and murder each other and kill each other and die. So with her, it was always having her kind of teetering on shoes that really weren't balanced, or having her waist always pinched in a little too tight. It's almost like her own penance to herself, that she can't quite ever settle into her own life because she always has to be Effie Trinket. And so that's a reminder to her that she can never really be relaxed because no one is safe." — Trish Summerville, Catching Fire's costume designer.

"Unlike Drusilla, she [Effie] believes all the participants have a noble role to play. That begins to thin over the years . Every Games it becomes harder to justify the atrocity. You can see her clinging to good manners for reassurance of humanity's decency. But in terms of the Hunger Games, Effie being assigned as their escort was a lucky break for District 12. She might be ridiculous, but she's not malicious." — Suzanne Collins.

Effie has always been a morally gray character, and yet she has always been beloved by the fandom. This is the first time in over a decade that I've seen a specific group of people so determined to ignore the entire point of the character and the work out of personal pettiness and not only that, but going after and persecuting people who debate the character, accusing them of defending terrible things.

Effie is a very interesting contrast to Plutarch. While he was openly involved in the rebellion, he didn't have much humanity. Effie isn't involved in the rebellion, but she does have a lot of humanity. The difference? She doesn't have nearly as much power as Plutarch or, obviously, Snow. She didn't even have a say in the biggest impact of her comfortable life, which was becoming an escort. You can acknowledge those things and still acknowledge that she lived a life of privilege and comfort enough to be selfish and choose to protect herself from punishment - things that people in the district never could. That's what the author herself always did.

But what's been happening lately, with some people treating her as if she were Snow himself, as if she were the one moving the pieces instead of being one of the manipulated pieces in a regime that also captured and tortured her simply for treating people from the districts as human, is of immense political, social and emotional ignorance and pure misogyny. And wanting to undermine these debates is a gigantic disrespect to the books themselves.

[jammatown919]

Not to make everything about Yasammy but I'm noticing some things here that kind of feed into my whole "Kenlynn and Yasammy will be majorly contrasted in season four" thing. Honestly, I'm realizing that they're kind of already being contrasted.

In these moments we see, whether it's because she fell out of love or because she's so preoccupied that there's no space in her mind for her relationship, Brooklynn is pulling away from Kenji. More than that, she's taking his presence for granted while failing to maintain emotional closeness. She's perfectly comfortable walking into his place, helping herself to food, being around him and in his space, but she's not engaging with him. She's locked in on what she's doing, and she knows he's there, because he's always there, but she doesn't pay attention to it. It's secondary. She'll give him a hello, snatch his chips, interrupt him to ask about her jacket, and not really think twice about heading for the door.

When he breaks up with her, she seems surprised. She never expected that, because she didn't see how their relationship was deteriorating, because she wasn't thinking about it.

And he seems to give her a choice. "I can't be with you if you're not going to be with me". There's an "if" in that sentence. She had one last chance to prove to him that she wanted to fix things, and she chose another priority. She left and she stayed away. And most importantly, she left for herself.

With Yaz and Sammy, things are similar, but just different enough.

When Yaz leaves Texas, it's not for selfish reasons. Yes, she wants to work on her PTSD, but that's not the reason she goes so far away. She explicitly says that she thinks this is a good move for her relationship. She recognizes that there's a problem, and she's actively trying to fix it, even if her methods are a bit misguided.

She's thinking about Sammy this whole time. Her contact picture for Sammy is still them together. While they aren't in each other's space and don't have many moments of contact, when they do talk, Yaz is present. Sammy's phone call gets her full attention. She picks up on something being wrong because she's listening. While Brooklynn is often there but not present emotionally, Yaz is often not there but still present emotionally in the event that her and Sammy do end up on the phone.

And again, the reasons for this are different. Brooklynn is prioritizing things over Kenji. Sammy is part of Yaz's priority. She's trying to get better on her own because she thinks it will help both of them. While it kind of had the opposite effect, she was trying and she was trying for herself AND for Sammy.

In season three, Yaz beings to prioritize Brooklynn over Sammy, but she's still not completely ignoring her relationship. She wants to be on the same page. She's actively trying to work things out. She hasn't become passive the way Brooklynn did in her relationship. Even after the split, she's thinking of Sammy. Looking for her. Sending her a message through Kenji.

Yaz and Brooklynn have made similar mistakes for different reasons, and now Yaz has the same choice that Brooklynn did.

She can stay away and more or less give up the way Brooklynn did. Or, when she sees Sammy again, she can try. She can show Sammy that she wants to do better.

In season four, I think Brooklynn and Kenji are going to have to talk about how they can't be together again. It's been too long, too many chances were missed, and by now Kenji has definitely fallen out of love.

But Yaz and Sammy aren't in the same place. Unlike Kenji choosing himself when he broke up with Brooklynn, they broke up to protect each other, because their argument had escalated too much and the circumstances weren't allowing for a productive conversation. They're still in love, were reluctant to separate, and clearly miss each other. Sammy cries when she thinks too much about being separated.

Their talk is going to look very different. Their talk is going to be about how they can move forward together.

And this is how the show can make up for contrasting Yasammy with Bengia throughout season three.

The subtle signs that Brooklynn's fallen out of love with Kenji are...kinda neat.

She barely greets him when she stops by, and she's not looking at him when he's talking to her.

No heart or cute nickname on her phone, just a basic pic of him.

No background photo of them (possibly just removed, though).

I dunno. I think it's over over.

[cherrycilly]

Hi, i was wondering if you were a Tom Hardy fan too? Perhaps a threesome with him and Cillian🎀 maybe based irl or peaky blinders characters

I am not very good at writing a threesome but ill try! It's slightly different from what you might expect but hope you like it, it's more of a tommy being in the center.

The choice

Tommy shelby x y/n x alfie solomons

Plot: y/n and alfie fight over Tommy's attention. Tommy doesn't want to choose between them, so he has them both.

CW: smut with a plot. Tommy is a submissive little slut a little bit.

Loosely based off the peach and Joe storyline in YOU.

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Tommy shelby the king of bermingam, the most feared gangster of small heath, walked with an air of confidence that caused people to both respect, fear and desire him.

And nobody desired him more than y/n , she and tommy were only friends, of course only friends. Only friends who would give each other friendly favours like blow jobs under the desk or a nice fuck when the maids of Tommy's lavish house went to sleep. Just friends is what they agreed on after every passionate night together that ended in tommy thrusting deep in to her.

But something always was on the way of their "friendship ", every time y/n tries to keep tommy ,he gets a phone call from alfie, mostly it's something stupid like "tommy i need help with the bakery" or "tommy the Italians are bothering me again" ,it's always something and always somehow the moment y/n and tommy got a moment alone together.

"Sorry love i have to go to London again" tommy sighed as he put on his dark coat ,"again?" Y/n whined naked in bed as tommy was already dressed, "yes again. Alfie is my strongest ally ,I need him and if he calls for help I need him on my side." Tommy rationalises it, "surely alfie can deal with SOMETHING on his own" y/n sighs. Tommy only rolls his eyes and leaves, but this time y/n decides to follow him.

"Tommy!" Alfie says cheerfully as he puts his hand down Tommy's waist ,tommy shrugs him off "what is it this time alfie" he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his full lips, almost as if alfie knew y/n was watching them ,alfie took out a lighter and helped tommy ,leaning in very close to the cigarette, to Tommy's lips as he smirked. "Come have a drink with me tommy" alfie says loud and clear, but its not like alfie has an inside voice , "you know tommy i called you for a good reason that I did, you see here i am walking down my fucking street yeah in Camden yeah and there i see this fucking cunt yeah, he ..." tommy listens intensively as alfie rambles on, it was one of Tommy's most attractive features, the way he can listen to you for hours and hours and he won't get bored, maybe that's where y/ns obsession with him started ,he was the only man that cared , or maybe that's where alfie's obsession started.

Alfie quickly closed the door with tommy inside, leaning in super close to Tommy's space as tommy had his drink. Y/n had enough as she quickly confronted alfie while he walked out of the office to get another bottle of rum. "Seriously alfie!" She says angrily "you called tommy all this way to fucking drink with him, he has a life outside of you you know!" She said angrily. "Oh yeah, and yet here is here yeah, drinking with me ,yeah" alfie says not even slightly startled by her. "You always somehow need something when he is with me, you are obsessed!" She accuses, "you are the one that followed him here!" Alfie returns the venom .

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Tommy listens to it intently as he suddenly walks in, his expression betrays nothing, his lids heavy from the alcohol. There they are ,his two best friends fighting over him like some kind of doll, a barbie to play with, he didn't appreciate that at all.

Tommy leans against the wall, his expression still giving nothing away.

"Y/N." He says, his voice cool and detached, as if they were strangers. He watches her for a moment, taking in her features, the way her eyes blaze with passion and fire even as she's angry.He then turns his gaze to Alfie, his expression hardening slightly. "You called me here for no reason, eh, Alfie?"

"Is that such a crime to want to see you" Alfie snorts ,a small begging expression on his face ,"a crime? He is obsessed with you!" Y/n says in a pleading tone , "I'm not the one stalking him!" Alfie snorts.

Tommy laughs for a moment and looks between them, "the one that can't live without me a moment and the one that follows me around everywhere. What am I gonna do with you both hm?"

"Well clearly you have to choose! This can't keep going!" Y/n says urgently. "Choose?..Choose?" Tommy comes closer to them both ,his perfect eyebrow is raised ,"i don't have to choose, my city, my buisness..I don't choose. Everything is mine..Everything " his eyes darken as he says everything, a sinister reminder that tommy shelby doesn't ask, he takes.

Tommy doesn't choose and he doesn't as he grabs alfie's hair and start kissing him, deeply passionately and then moves his hands to y/n, "who says you both can't have this?" He whispers in y/n's ear.

And tommy secretly enjoyed it, being desires ,worshiped..loved. he moaned as both y/n and alfie pulled him in to alfie's big bed....

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Tommy found himself in a passionate embrace, his kisses growing more passionate and more possessive. He pulled away from Alfie's lips to turn and claim hers, his hands gripping her waist. A low moan escaped his lips as she responded, his body responding to her touch in ways he hadn't expected.

Meanwhile, Alfie took the opportunity to trail hot kisses down Tommy's neck, his hands roaming over the planes of Tommy's back. It's all so dizzying and yet so familiar.

Y/n in response to alfies neck kisses, starts unwrapping tommy like a present, she trails her nails down his tattooed chest. Alfie takes off the rest of Tommy's shirt ,going south to his shoulder, kissing and leaving hickeys in his trail, y/n meanwhile is too busy trailing kisses down Tommy's toned chest ,licking and nibbling at him . Alfie growing more posessive as he grabs Tommy's waist and y/n responds with grabbing Tommy's head with both her hands .

Tommy shudders as her kisses trail down his chest, her tongue teasing and exploring him. He lets out a gasp as she nips at his skin, his head tilting back. Alfie's possessive grip on his waist drives him wild, and he can't help but moan as he feels Alfie's teeth grazing his shoulder. It's all so intense, so overwhelming. He feels as if he's drowning in pleasure.

Alfie chuckles softly as he leaves more lovebites on Tommy's neck, his hands roaming over his chest. "You like that eh, Tommy, huh? You like us on you like that, don't you?"

Meanwhile, she continues to explore his body, her lips trailing kisses down his abdomen. Tommy's hands grip the sheets tightly, his eyes closed in sweet bliss. It's like he's finally let loose, letting himself go completely..but not quite , it is tommy after all, he can't possibly let himself be the weak one, the one not in control as he rasps "Alfie" he grabs the man's hair and pulls him to another kiss. "Y/n come here" tommy orders, with a swift movement she is pinned down the mattress by tommy "undress" he orders her and moves back to Alfie as he now returns the favour and nips at alfies neck, "tommy " y/n whines as he neglects and now naked as she grabs tommy all to herself again.

Tommy moves back to Y/N, pinning her down, his body covering hers. He leans down until his lips brush against her ear, his voice low and raspy.

"Patience, love."

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

MC’s spouse(s) better take good care of them (or else)—that’s their beloved baby sibling after all.

That made me wonder. We already know what they'd tell MC on their choice of partner/s from a different ask. But would any of the siblings give ROs a "shovel talk" of sorts? Would it differ with each RO/poly? And i mean way before the wedding.

I feel like Farah could give the most scathing shovel talks (fuelled by Ember maybe lmao, or by the fiesty bluntness some of the kids and teens have), even if they're not scary in the traditional "shovel" talk sense.

Considering my MCs fate I think they might need a shovel talk about themself too... (Yes, Its Aurynn and L. Both.) (Gods help them, they did NOT choose this !!).

Parim wouldn’t give anyone a shovel talk—he’ll behave according to social protocol, but despite his polite and dignified outward demeanor, he is still quite sharp and discerning and will be appraising MC’s partner(s) to make his own judgements of them. He’d come around to all the ROs eventually—mostly he just wants to confirm that they make MC happy and that they clearly love/trust each other—thus he’d study their interactions with MC, but he’d keep his cards close to his chest on his actual feelings about each RO, but once he’s determined he trusts them, he’ll warm up around them.

Aurora would also not give someone a shovel talk—at least never so directly. Any threats she makes will be veiled in nature—phrased in such a way as to sound like a normal exchange to any outsiders, but the underlying threat will be quite evident to the specific person she’s talking to. She’d probably be more cautious around Aurynn, L, and Kieran based on reputations/first impressions. She’d grow to like all of the ROs though.

Castor would be much the same as Parim—he’ll behave strictly according to the standards of social etiquette, but he’ll be appraising the ROs. If he felt he didn’t trust one of them though, he’d simply feign ignorance when Ember corners them to give them a shovel talk and not reign them in. He’d be distant with the Celestylian ROs at first bc they are strangers, and with Samira and Aurynn he would still maintain some skepticism based on both their reputations and bc he doesn’t know them as well as MC yet. But like Parim, he likely wouldn’t tell someone to their face his opinion of them unless he felt the situation warranted a blunt approach. He will quietly observe before taking action.

Ember’s shovel talks are about as subtle as a brick to the face. They’d likely threaten all the ROs except Samira and Nihm—but not for lack of trying, at least in regards to Nihm. Nihm would just respond very kindly to Ember’s attempts at threats/gilling them until Ember feels uncomfortable, like he’s the one being put on the spot. :/ But everyone else will be getting the I’ll-feed-you-in-pieces-to-the-crocodiles-and-use-the-scraps-as-fish-bait talk. :)

Nour wouldn’t give a shovel talk bc they’ll make an effort to be kind and welcoming to MC’s partner(s) and get to know them in their own right before making any major criticisms or judgements. They’d trust that if MC chose them, it was for a reason and they’d try to find that reason. :)

Farah probably wouldn’t give a shovel talk unless directly under Ember’s influence (which would more be along the lines of “my brother will kill you” rather than “I’ll kill you”). She’d be more the type to give her shovel talk through actions: silently glaring, making threatening gestures, replacing the tea in MC’s and their partner(s)’s teapot with toad eggs, making a doll that looks suspiciously like the RO and very deliberately stabbing it with needles within ROs eyesight etc. She wouldn’t do that to Samira as Farah likes/trusts her, but would with Aurynn—not bc she doesn’t trust him but her relationship with him is like annoying sibling energy (and he is a thot soooo)—and the other ROs at least at first until she finally starts to open up to them (but she can be stubborn around strangers).

(Also my sincerest condolences to any MC on the Aurynn/L poly 🙏💐 😭 good luck you will need it—those two are complete fucking menaces in each other’s company 🤦‍♂️)

(fight 👏 fight 👏 fight👏 fight 👏 fight 👏 fight 👏)

[emidescent]

A Terrans Purpose.

A HDG Microfic, Featuring dollification.

It wasn't easy, switching from living under the accord to the compact.

At least beforehand I got to show up to work, get given my list of tasks to complete and complete them well.

If I was lucky my boss would even email me a picture of a pizza slice to let me know i'd done well.

But since the compact took over I no longer had that.

I tried to fill in my days attending the events and classes the Affini were propping up everywhere.

But dragging myself out of bed each day to find new things to do was so tiring.

The events were fun, don't get me wrong. But having to find and choose one is so draining.

I even tried to join a forum to get ideas for things to do.

But all the passive language just failed to compel me.

"For anyone who wants to join, we're learning to draw on Saturdays in Whisperleaf Park"

Well now I just don't want to make the effort to join y'know?

I brought it up to my therapist, she seemed a little concerned, but she had some ideas at least.

The first one was a bust, apparently factories are replaced largely by compilers.

The second was interesting for a while.

They installed a program called helper on my computer.

And when I opened it I received messages from sophonts requesting I assist in doing simple things for them.

Edit a document. Proofread a story. Offer my thoughts on a painting.

Unfortunately I realised they were coming from the same Affini who was tasked with giving me stuff to do.

I kinda lost the drive after that, I needed purpose.

The third idea she came up with...

Well it was certainly interesting.

I was to help Miss Hevershade, 7th bloom and her florets with odd jobs around the ship.

Apparently she lends her florets out to assist with events and to fill vacancies in floret positions in cafes and such.

(I thought they just closed down for the day if the florets were indisposed but apparently some Affini and Florets really need the routine, so they hire backup if they can)

And I won't lie. It was fun.

On my first two days Miss Hevershade picked me up with her florets on the way to staff a few cafes. And it was nice.

I got shown how to make coffee, and I picked it up pretty quickly.

Her florets surprised me, I was used to seeing them stumbling around, high off their asses, giggling at everything.

But these ones were elegant, refined. Perfect to a fault.

It surprised me when one grabbed my hand to guide me more effectively. Her hands were like mahogany wood carved into a purpose. Like mine, but smooth and hard. I don't know how, but her joints were like a dolls. It was....fascinating.

And made me extremely conscious of my own squishy hands in hers.

The other florets were the same, but with skin like ivory, ochre, or patterned like old world porcelain.

I asked Miss Hevershade later that night.

She called them her dolls, her little terrans who needed purpose. Who wanted to help. Who needed to help.

I didn't even last a minute in the silence that followed before asking my next question.

"Can I be a doll too?"

She smiled brightly and warmly.

She asked me lots of questions, pertaining to the transformation.

I wanted skin like the first dolls. Skin like mine.

I wanted the ball joints.

I wanted it all.

And now, with my brothers and sisters.

This one has it.

This one clicks slightly when she moves.

And this one loves it.

This one ticks when she's still.

And this one loves it.

This one gets to help people all day.

And this one loves it.

This one got a Mistress who loves her for who this one is.

And this one loves her.

Today we're assisting in a nightclub that's hosting a dance party.

Let this one pour you a drink?

[otp-after-dark]

“It must be hell being a man like that.” —June Osborne, 3x03

This episode is a landmine. Everywhere June steps — boom. Power plays. Regret. Love hanging by a thread. Every decision cuts deeper. Every glance says the things they can't.

And it’s here — in this episode — that everything starts shifting. Nick. June. Lawrence. Everyone is burning beneath the surface.

The June/Lawrence dynamic kicks into full gear. And honestly? It's electric.

“Here’s what I don’t get. If women don’t want to be defined by their bodies, why are they always using them to get what they want?”

Touche, Lawrence. Because here's the thing about Joseph Lawrence: He isn’t Fred Waterford. He doesn’t dress up his cruelty in fake righteousness. He doesn’t even pretend to be consistent. He’s a man at war with himself — brilliant, dangerous, fascinating.

And when he throws June’s own rebellion in her face:

“You left the Waterfords in ashes. Do you think they got what they deserved?”

You can see it start to dawn on her: She can’t predict him. She can’t control him. She’s going to have to earn her power here — or die trying.

“It must be hell being a man like that.”

And it is.

Lawrence tests June hard in this episode.

“Are you capable of solving problems, making decisions?”

Not grand speeches. Not blind idealism. Real decisions. The ones that leave blood on your hands no matter what you choose.

He takes her for a drive. Gives her a choice: Save five Marthas from the colonies — or do nothing and save no one.

At first, June hesitates. Wants to save everyone or no one. Wants a perfect win.

But Lawrence cuts through that fantasy:

“Five is better than none.”

And June realizes — the hard way — that in this world, survival is compromise. Mercy is compromise. Victory is compromise.

(And it’s why this show is so much richer than easy "good guy vs bad guy" stories.)

Meanwhile, back on the other side of the emotional apocalypse: Nick is back. And oh god — he’s a Commander now.

WHAT.

You can feel June’s shock the second she sees him standing there — uniformed, stiff, trying not to even glance at her across a room full of men who would kill them both if they knew the truth.

And Lawrence — smart, ruthless Lawrence — notices immediately. One look at Nick, one look at June, one look at the baby, and he knows. (Not Fred's kid.) (Not a Waterford heir.) (A bomb waiting to go off.)

It’s a detail that will matter for seasons to come.

Elsewhere:

The Waterfords are fractured. For a brief moment, almost human. (Don’t worry, it doesn’t last.)

Serena tries to pick up her pieces at her mother’s house — and her mother? Charming as ever:

“You know there’s no place for you without Fred.”

It's the bitter truth Serena can’t escape — because every freedom she thought she had was bought with other women's suffering. And no matter how many times she burns it all down, she’s still trapped by the world she helped create.

(My issue with Serena has never been ambition — it's that her humanity only shows up when it's��convenient.)

And then. The scene.

Nick comes to see June at night. Not a grand gesture. Not an escape plan. Just Nick. Standing there. Wanting to see her one last time.

Beth knows immediately he’s not there for her. He’s there for June.

“So you’re a Commander now. You can go get Hannah. You can get me out.”

June demands. June hopes. But Nick — god, Nick — just says:

“I’m sorry.”

And you can see the apology kill him. Because for once, he’s powerless too.

When June snaps:

“Can you do anything? What are you good for?”

Nick flinches. Visibly. Like she slapped him. And you feel every ounce of his shame, his heartbreak, his helplessness.

He tells her he’s getting deployed. He’s leaving. This is goodbye.

And June — caught between anger and grief — says goodbye like it’s nothing. Half a whisper. Half a lie.

But the second he turns to leave, she regrets it. Instantly.

Because love like this — messy, brutal, alive — doesn’t just disappear.

So she calls him back. Reaches for his hand. Pulls him into her room.

One last time. One last night. One last tether to a world that’s slipping away from both of them.

(To be a fly on that wall... honestly.)

[problemswithbooks]

They aren't really comparable.

First off, Himiko was not kicked out by her parents--she ran away after killing an innocent boy at her school. Yes, her parents were cruel to her because they didn't understand her Quirk and that was wrong on their part. But we never get anything that shows anyone else was mean to her because of her Quirk or she was ostracized. In fact, she was apparently pretty popular and well liked, which was why her classmates were shocked when she jammed a straw into a boy's jugular and sucked him dry.

Past that, she continued to kill people and drink their blood after fleeing. She was introduced to Shigaraki as an experienced killer--essentially a serial killer.

She never shows any remorse or guilt for killing her classmate, or the strangers she used to get her next blood fix. It's not even implied she internalized her parents "monster" comments and fell into the trap of thinking she could be nothing else, but deep down feels badly for killing people she clams to 'love' so much.

Also, if it's implied that Enji raped Rei, I think it's important to bring up that Himiko's Quirk being tied to her sexual attraction to others (she sees it as kissing, and the blushing, almost Hentai-like faces she makes, make it clear it's not Platonic) is essentially implying she is sexually assaulting people too--then killing them, making her on par with sexual sadists like Ted Bundy.

This isn't even bringing up all the people Machia kills as they ride him (while upset about how mean Hawks was for killing her one bff). Then doesn't care and goes along with AfO who continues to throw all of Japan and it's millions of citizens into extreme danger, and makes it clear he wants to rule the world as the most evil person who ever existed (seriously that's his entire goal, and he never shuts up about it). She does so after seeing how much he's hurting Shigaraki, someone she claims to care so much for (but not enough to look more than mildly concerned for a second and sit on her hands, as does the rest of the LoV).

The main thing though, and what I think Hori must be talking about when it comes to "had to die to atone for her sins" is actually her stabbing of Ochako. This is the only thing Himiko shows any remorse for, and only after Ochako tells her everything she wants to hear. Himiko dies due to her own choice to try and kill Ochako despite Ochako never doing anything wrong to her, and validating her. If she'd been less willing to go for the kill, or thought about how her actions affect others, perhaps she wouldn't have needed to give her life to save Ochako. She couldn't atone any other way because she did not give a shit about any of the other terrible things she did to get to the point of fatally stabbing a girl who genuinely wanted to help her.

And that's the main difference between Himiko and Endeavor, and why he survived and she didn't. Endeavor, whether it was written well or not, was shown to care about his past wrongs and want to fix them and help those he hurt. He wasn't the same abusive shitbag he was at the start of the story. While Himiko never really got the epiphany that her actions were wrong and harmful--only understanding her stabbing of Ochako as wrong, and only because Ochako was unrealistically nice to her. In fact, she chooses to die because she specifically did not want to pay for her past and current crimes by being locked up (she says this).

And you can still be mad at Hori for writing it this way. He could have had Himiko and the rest of the LoV show remorse, or refuse to side with AfO and helped the Heroes stop him instead. He could have made Shigaraki more moral than AfO and reject him, rather than showing him choose to side with him again and again no matter how bad he's shown to be or how much he personally fucked him over. Likewise, he could have had Touya care more about his siblings, instead of having him nearly get Natsuo killed and not care. There were so many opportunities to make these characters better and therefore give them genuine atonement/redemptions like he gave Endeavor. But he never did, and by the end saving them wouldn't have made any sense because they never showed the capacity or desire, or remorse enough to be better people.

Meanwhile, Enji did, for the vast majority of the story. Yes, it has issues, like Hori having him stall out at times or not showing that he is doing something that he must be doing (like finding Touya post reveal--there is zero way he's not also looking for Touya, when Touya would be a lead to finding AfO), or focusing too much on his pain rather than showing his victims'. But the one thing the story makes clear over and over is that he does feel guilt, and he does work toward changing.

That's why he lives and Himiko dies. One actually was written as remorseful and wanting to change, while the other was not.

I'm sorry Horikoshi what do you mean Himiko "had to die" to "atone for her sins?"

One of the biggest criticisms of MHA for the past few years has been people saying Endeavour shouldn't have a redemption arc and every single time someone makes that critisism someone else responds "it's not a redemption arc its an atonement arc."

Why does the man who spent years abusing his family, is responsible for the creation of the villian Dabi, and is implied to have raped his wife get to live so he can "atone" but the teenage girl who was abused and kicked out of her home by her parents simply for being born with a quirk they didn't understand have to die?

Every day, my patience for Horikoshi grows smaller.

[meredithbeckham]

i will meet you on another planet if the plans change

be on your own way, daughter.

[tea-cat-arts]

I'm willing to at least hear out most of the "xyz plot point is heavily tied to abc cultural context" brands of posts but the "wwx isn't meant to be read as morally gray" and "the western fandom made up Sizhui being wangxian's son" brands of post make me feel like my cultural ignorance is being used to gaslight me

[britneyshakespeare]

also sorry this peer feedback i got on my cymbeline/young king essay is making me melt <3 someone who fucking GETS IT!!!!

[makotonaegiunderstander]

do you ever go do autism crazy for something you can feel it in ur chest. like it’s hard to breathe almost it’s making you gasp for breath and jump around physically. got an adrenaline rush thinking abt Kirigiri.

[moe-broey]

Man..