Ooooooooh... You Have Triggered The Thoughts And Ideas

Ooooooooh... you have triggered the thoughts and ideas

I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.

Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.

Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.

hugger games bc they all deserve a hug

So I'm beta reading for someone right now and who was going to tell me it's this fun! I get to be the hype squad IN THE ACTUAL DOCUMENT!!

And it's a second draft so the only major notes I need to leave are for pacing/character arcs, which, HELLO that's my favorite part.

The story is already so good. I'm just loving being a tiny little part of someone else's writing journey and getting a behind the scenes look at their brilliance.

Agh this is the best!

love the idea of the Batfamily getting stopped and searched in the family car on the way back to the Manor and everyone’s tense expecting Jason to be the one packing like twelve guns but it’s Alfred? Alfred is absolutely unbelievably strapped up to high heaven? And he somehow manages to talk to the cops out of arresting him or even giving him a ticket?

Bruce is just standing on the side of the road pinching the bridge of his nose. Jason is grinning so widely his face is about to rip. Alfred’s guns are all sitting on the hood of the car and there’s at least three there that Bruce remembers taking away and destroying. Dick is taking pictures on his phone to send to Barbara and trying not to laugh. Tim has Kon on speaker narrating it…

Different things Peeta could say upon Gales return to twelve post epilogue (non serious/funny options only):

“It’s… Dale right?” “Gale” “Dale! Yep, that’s what I said”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any change” “What-“ “there’s a soup kitchen down the road!”

“We do NOT need a new vacuum cleaner.” *slams front door*

“Do I know you from anywhere?” “It’s me. You know me.” “Don’t! Don’t tell me, just give me a sec” “Peeta…” “are you in adult entertainment?”

“I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times. Yes, I have heard of our lord and saviour Jesus Christ, and no, I do not wanna hear more about him! Goodbye!”

“You look a little big for a Boy Scout.”

(Image Gale shows up in a soldiers uniform or something) “I served my time, you’re not recruiting me into any damn army.”

“You’re too old to be mowing lawns for money, maybe it’s time for a real job?”

“Oh no, I didn’t know daycare could call the army on people!”

“You’re not the baby sitter…”

Update, twas a success.

The emotions have been successfully processed and I am once again mostly functional.

Gonna go sit in my grumpy little blanket cave and vent my emotions into a pillow.