“Yes.”
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Fics for Holiday Tears
“Yes.”
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Our Fave Fics of All Time: Cindella204
Hey fellow tributes! Over the next few months we'll be bringing you segment called "Our Fave Fics of All Time, Hands Down", reviewing the fics that make our eyes glaze over in memory of such great writing or even squee in delight. If you'd like to recommend your favourite fic, drop a comment in these posts and we'll collate them too.
Today Cindella204 is reviewing her faves!
Next segment, Little Miss Mionie will be revealing and reviewing her faves!
~ Cindella204
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
April Author of the Month: frombluetored
Here's the Author of the Month for April! I'm using this social media manager called IFTTT now, and it emails me and yells at me on the last day of every month to make sure I do this XD
Okay, the Author of the Month for April is: frombluetored!
Her beautiful combination of angst, psychology, and suspense is so powerful it's hard to handle. Seriously, I often have to take a break in the middle of a five thousand word chapter because I just CAN'T.
The first of her stories that I discovered was Inside the Ward: A Study of Panem's Mentally Ill. With out ruining the effect of her storytelling, the AU story focuses on college senior Finnick Odair, who is struggling to decide what to write his final dissertation on when a shocking discovery hits surprisingly close to home. The decision is suddenly clear: he wants to write about Panem, Florida's Capitol Institute: the most controversial inpatient treatment center in the area. Somehow this idea leads him to checking himself into a six month stay, and the story is her exploration of that.
"We've talked about this in secret, the faculty members that is. And we know there's only one thing we really can do at this point. We have to make the public aware. We have to thoroughly investigate and present our case with so much evidence that not even the most extravagant lawyer in the country can dismiss the case. We need witnesses; we need to see what goes on in there. But the problem is that no one comes out. The only ones who do are not even in the records of having ever been there once they're gone, and, as you saw, are rendered speechless for the rest of their lives."
Finnick grasped the back of his head and breathed slowly through his mouth, wishing he had never decided to get up early to go downtown for breakfast this morning.
"You say you want a thesis, boy?" Dr. Abernathy said suddenly, his voice sparked with a newfound energy. Finnick lifted his head slowly. Dr. Abernathy continued. "You do it. Check yourself in. Pretend you're unstable, see what goes on. Write about it. If you want a way to guarantee a seat in grad school, this is it."
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Winter Authors of the Month
You don't want to here my excuses and/or sob story, and I know that, but the winter months have been rough. Regardless, I'm back now, and I will be doing all the Authors of the Month in one fell swoop!
December: clockwatching
I think my favorite thing about clockwatching's work is that she does these little snapshots of a character's life, but manages to pack so much into so little.
From Mind Games (in Johanna's POV):
With slow steps, I head towards the exit. Three more steps, two more, one last step… I look behind me, making sure no one is watching, then reach for the handle and quickly jump out. Well, that was the goal anyway. Instead I jump straight into Mr. Odair.
"Why, hello there," he smirks.
I narrow my eyes. He still looks at me amused, as if I'm a small child, not close in age. I realize that was the main reason I was looking for him in the first place, because he's close in age. The victor of last year won at age eighteen, the one before that, seventeen. They're not that much older, so I don't understand why I don't care for them.
Well, I don't care for anybody.
But Finnick Odair. He's different.
Perhaps it's the way he thinks he's so perfect. So irresistible. His bronze-colored hair, golden skin, and green eyes probably don't help diminish his ego, either. I think that's why I am so interested in him. The one person who is probably worse than me, or at least a close second. I can despise him without being a hypocrite.
This doesn't help my glare at all, and I can feel my eyes soften for a moment. Finnick looks at me more seriously then, and I can't tell which emotion of mine is stronger right now; the anger for letting my guard down, or the fact that Finnick can be serious.
"Need to escape?" he asks me quietly. "Follow me."
Although Johanna's not my favorite character in the series, I just love reading character pieces on her. Her attitude is so complex, and I love it. Mind Games is a series of snapshots involving Finnick and Johanna, and it's one of the best portrayals of their friendship that I've seen.
January: montreal-girl
montreal-girl's specialty seems to be oneshots exploring character depth, but she's still relatively knew to the site, so I'm excited to see what she comes up with in the future.
From Goodbye:
She's the last one to see him and has to watch his family go in and out of the room before they finally say it's her turn. He doesn't look at her right away, and she doesn't even think he notices she's there until she's standing next to him and he says her name.
"Don't say goodbye, Finn," She says, but he shakes his head.
"You know I might not come back, Annie." His words scare her, so to silence him she throws her arms around his waist.
"You're my best friend," she whispers against his chest. He hesitates at first, but eventually gives in and they stand there until the Peacekeeper opens the door and announces that her three minutes are up. She's walking out the door when he says it.
"Goodbye, Annie."
She turns around to glare at him for it, but he already has his back to her so she says nothing.
In my headcanon for them (I write Finnick fanfiction), they don't meet this early, but it really doesn't matter. She just gets these characters, especially Finnick and Annie, and it just rips your heart apart in all the right ways.
February: SabaceanBabe
Few can write the true brokenness of a victor like SabaceanBabe. It's pretty much agreed that every victor has PTSD in some form, as manifested through nightmares, flashbacks, etc. She explores all the other parts though, the symptoms of atypical depression which usually accompany PTSD, the desperate attempts at coping, often in self-destructive ways, the emotional confusion...
From I Want My Innocence Back:
Again, Finnick laughs. "That's one interpretation." He doesn't even think about it when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the frayed piece of rope, begins to work knots that have slipped into muscle memory, he's done them so often these past few months.
Snow smiles, an ugly and broken thing. There is blood between his teeth, limning them in red, outlining his gums in crimson and Finnick shudders. "What do you want, beautiful boy? Did you come here simply to see me brought low?"
Still working knots, Finnick circles Snow. He can't stop moving; if he stops moving, he might shatter. "What I want, you can't give me." He circles and circles, his gaze fixed on Snow, the white hair, the mottled skin absent makeup, the dark suit with a perfect white rosebud in the lapel. He stops in front of him, looks down. "I want my innocence back. Mine and Annie's and Johanna's and Katniss' and Peeta's. I want the lives you've stolen from us and from all the other innocents you've harmed." He leans down, his hands heavy on Snow's wrists and whispers, "I want my pride, my self-respect back, but I'll settle for your miserable life."This story just rips me apart. Literally. It's intense in the sense of captured Snow et cetera, et cetera, but also Finnick is transparently broken in a way that we don't usually see, and it's written SO beautifully, my word.
I just realized that all these excerpts have Finnick in them >.< What can I say, I love him. I promise all these authors write other characters though if he's not your cup of tea.
Please check out our Winter Authors of the Month: clockwatching, montreal-girl, and SabaceanBabe!
Friday, August 31, 2012
August Author of the Month: It's All In Your Mind
There’s language again. Lowercase “L” though, aka, no F-words or S-words.
Oh gosh, in more than half the world it’s already September. I’m sorry I’m so late!
Our Author of the Month is It's All In Your Mind. I guest reviewed her story Resistance before I became an Nightlock Staff member (you can see it here). I don't have time to find another author though.
And she’s my favorite author in the fandom, so I can only feel so guilty.
It’s All In Your Mind writes a Finnick/Annie series called Resistance with five stories, Resistance, Resistance: Brave, Resistance: Falling, Resistance: Bloodstream, and Resistance: Crossfire. I discovered her after searching for Finnick/Annie stories and finding Resistance: Falling. I read it up to where she had written followed it immediately, and waited with bated breath for each new chapter. Then I realized that there were two stories before that.
I read both of them in two days.
So I’m going to put a clip from each story and then talk about them briefly:
(FINNICK)
Finally, mercifully, Asper's head rolls to Annie's feet, leaving a river of blood to follow.
On the far wall, his light switches off and I know that his suffering is over. His life is over.
Why? Why didn't anyone volunteer for him at the reaping? We're a Career district! There are plenty of eligible boys who could've taken his place!
No, that's not fair. I'm not being fair.
I knew that he would die from the moment his name was called. I chose to try and bring Annie home. I'm just as responsible for his death as anyone.
My mind is going numb.
In the arena, the group is taking a moment to swallow it all before they finish off Annie. I can only pray that she won't suffer too much.
But Annie has other plans.
This one’s from Resistance. FYI Asper is Annie’s district partner. He was probably around thirteen. I love her take on Finnick’s POV, it’s just so real throughout the entire story. The emotion is real, and it make sense, and yeah...it’s really good.
Moving on to a clip from Resistance: Brave.
(FINNICK)
"I hear you've got yourself a girlfriend." Dad stands up to get himself a new bottle of vodka. "That mad girl, right?"
"She's not mad," I mumble.
"Yes she is," says Dad. He sits down again and hands me a tumbler and a bottle of bourbon. "Do you love her?"
"Yeah," I say.
Dad smiles. "Then let's hope you don't get her killed."
"Screw you," I say. I stand up and make for the door. "You know, I get that you hate me. I got your family killed, and I'm not even related to you by blood. I'm sorry about that. But at least I'm trying to make things right. You're just being a dick about it. It's been four years. Stop feeling sorry for yourself!"
Dad's nostrils flare in anger and he charges at me. It's pathetic how quickly I not only dodge him, but pin him on the ground with one arm up in the air. I can't help myself. I snap his arm like a twig, let him go, and flee out the front door.
And enter angry!Finnick. Because as much as we (we being the Finnick obsessed) like to think that he’s manipulated into being this and that and the next thing, and by his own will he’s a perfect angel.
He’s not.
And It’s All In Your Mind’s not afraid to show it. This is definitely not him at his most aggressive, but I think this was the best scene to put in here. Moving on again.
(FINNICK)
As soon as I sit, the phone starts ringing. I reach over and pick it up. "Hello?"
"Finnick.
"Johanna."
"I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours!" she says. "Did you see it?"
"Yeah, I saw it." I sigh.
"Then why the hell didn't you pick up the phone one of the eight thousand times I called?" she spits.
"Mags had a stroke."
"Oh," she says. "Well, is she going to be okay?"
"Yeah."
"How about you?"
"No."
Straight from the first chapter. This is right after the announcement of the Quarter Quell. I just love, love, love the ending of this chapter. I struggle with ending my own chapters, and it just leaves an impression. This was the first chapter of Resistance I ever read, and this is what got me sucked in. Next:
(ANNIE)
A look of absolute horror washes over Broadsea's face. Immediately, his hands start shaking and his chest starts heaving. "Why is she here?"
He's bloody and bruised. He's wearing a pair of black shorts similar to mine and one of these metal collars.
Thaddeus releases me and I fall to the floor. There's a cold sort of feeling in my arm the blood rushes back into it. "Isn't it obvious, BR64?" he asks. "She's here to keep Finnick in line. And the warden thought she might loosen your tongue, too. I thought he was wrong. But then again . . ."
Just as I make it onto my knees, he smacks me back to the ground. Then kicks me in the ribs so hard I hear a crack.
I can't see anything through the tears pouring from my eyes. But I don't make a sound.
"Maybe I'm not getting my point across." He turns and addresses the others. "Boys. Collar-shock."
What's a collar-shock? Whatever it is, Broadsea doesn't seem to like the sound of it. He clenches his jaw so hard I think he's gonna shatter his teeth.
One of the other Peacekeepers taps a white cuff on his wrist. "Requesting collar-shock on AC70."
Broadsea doesn't say a thing. Instead, he glares at Thaddeus as though looks could kill.
The voice of that woman – the receptionist lady – comes out of nowhere. "Request granted."
There's a tiny ringing noise in my ear as the blinking red light on my collar changes. It stops blinking and stays steady. Then it turns blue.
Shortly afterwards, the pain comes.
Can't exactly say what it's like 'cause I've never felt it before. Rips the scream right out of my throat. Hurts. Burns, stings, itches, freezes, everything. All at once. Constricts my throat so I can't breathe. Or move. Or do anything but scream.
When it stops a few moments later, I stay on the ground. It's not worth it to move. Breathing sounds like nails scraping on a chalkboard.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell us anything?" Thaddeus asks Broadsea.
"Go to hell," Broadsea says calmly. He hasn't bothered to take his eyes off of Thaddeus this whole time.
Broadsea is victor of the 64th Games. Him and Finnick do not get along that well because Finnick had to kill his girlfriend to get back home, but every once in awhile the “the enemy of my enemy is my friends” applies. Oh, and Broadsea’s been kinda sorta crushing on Annie for awhile. All of these switch between Finnick and Annie’s POV, but I just haven’t given you Annie’s POV yet. Not because it’s not as good, she tackles the whole “unstable Annie” thing really well, probably the best I’ve seen.
Last but not least, Crossfire.
(FINNICK)
"Twinkle, twinkle, little . . . something-or-other. I don't know the words to this song. But I'm singing it anyway. Something about the sky and lights. Please stop crying and fall asleep. Shut up, my dear Cillian. La, la, la, la . . . go to bed."
Thankfully, by the end of my poorly-improvised song, my son is asleep.
I look out the train's window and watch the thinning trees whoosh past. In a few minutes, we'll be able to see the mountains. An hour after that, we'll be in the Capitol.
Annie's still fast asleep, curled up in a nest of blankets. Dodge is probably sleeping, too.
I'll explain. For the 76th and final Hunger Games, all the victors have been called to the Capitol to attend. And by all victors, I mean all victors: Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch, Johanna, Beetee, Enobaria, Dodge, Annie, and me – and our son, Cillian. Absolutely everyone agrees that it'd be better to leave Cilly back in District 4. But everyone also agrees that at five weeks old, he's much too young to leave his mother. I set Cilly down in his makeshift cradle and sit on the bed beside Annie. "Come on, sweetie," I say, stroking her hair. "Time to wake up."
Annie pouts and rolls over onto her stomach, spinning the sheets even tighter around her. "No."
"Yes." I carefully tug her up into a sitting position, supporting her with my arms as she leans against my chest. I start pushing her disheveled curls away from her face as she rubs her eyes. "So, how did you sleep?" I ask.
"Good," she replies after yawning. "I think that's the longest I've slept in a month."
"Mmm," I say. "A full three hours."
She starts peeling the blankets away from her. "How's my baby?"
"He's asleep."
She looks up at me with those huge, green doe-eyes. "And how are you?"
"Nervous." I kiss the top of her head. "And very hungry."
First chapter of Crossfire. I think it’s funny that Finnick’s such a horrible parent. I think it’s warranted, seriously, can you see Finnick as a dad, but yeah, he’s not a very good parent. And Annie is super awesome. I think it’s great to finally see a situation where Annie’s a lot more capable than Finnick.
So, that’s It’s All In Your Mind, August's Author of the Month. Check out her work here.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
as far as tales go, this one is cautionary (Johanna/Finnick, Johanna/Gale)

Hi all. This month's rec is amazing, I promise.
Title: as far as tales go, this one is cautionary
Author: jada_jasmine
Rating: Rated R
Summary: They never stood a chance. People say that makes this romantic.
Recommended because...
Okay, so there's a lot of reasons that I would recommend this fic. The first being, most simply, is that it is amazing. It is amazing in that it makes you emote feelings for a character that is often generally assumed to just be a horrible person. Maybe I consider myself like her, the way she's often written, or maybe just because people have freelance to make her a terrible human being, but Johanna Mason as written by jada_jasmine is above all things, human.
And that is a feat in and of itself in my books.
The second reason that I'm recommending this fic is because it can actually be the backstory to Finnick/Jo, Jo/Gale. There's a believability in the writing and in the way the characters interact that make it both heartbreaking and challenging. The relationships of Johanna have a transformative effect - the writing actually shows the evolution of the character.
Finally, I recommend it because it is a damn good read. It does fall under my usual word count of 10k+, but I felt that I could give it the 100 word discount because it's a one shot that made me hurt inside.
The writing is fantastic - it gives depth, evolution and believability to the characters. And it makes Johanna Mason, the sarcastic bitch punching bag of the THG fandom, have a little more ground (and pity) to stand on.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Finnick Fics
My RL has turned as busy as a hive of tracker jackers lately, so forgive me for simply recommending rather than reviewing these Finnick Odair related fics. But be assured that they are all fabulously memorable, written with superb talent and flair.
Title: Only Through The Drought
Author: To Kill A Mockingjay
Summary: He doesn't like to play in the ocean, and Annie can't stand it.
Title: younger revolutions (it's getting colder by the sea)
Author: arbitrarily
Summary: they say: the winners write the history to be read; panem has been witness to other lovers.
Title: You're Always In The Right Places
Author: electrumqueen
Summary: "I need a favour," Finnick says. A history of Cinna and Finnick, in District Four and in the Capitol.
Title: Treading Water
Author: sabaceanbabe
Summary: They don't tell you that the lucky ones are the ones who die.
Happy reading!
~ Little Miss Mionie
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Attention: This Is Not A Fic Dive
A Good Life by fembuck (Janine)
Ship: Johanna/Mrs Everdeen
Summary: Sometimes people find what they need in the strangest of places.
A brilliant and poetic femmeslash fic with one of the rarest pairings in the fandom. This different point of view of Katniss and the rest of the gang during and after Mockingjay, and the intimate relationship drawn by Janine of Johanna and Emily is astounding. This fic can blow everyone else out of the water for originality!
the unavoidable sun (here it comes) by electrumqueen
Summary: Gale Hawthorne and Madge Undersee are selected for the 74th Hunger Games.
This fic is so wonderfully AU. Madge and Gale's relationship is done in electrumqueen's standard awesome fashion. the unavoidable sun really makes you ponder what could have happened between these two. With descriptive language like, "Cinna sets Gale on fire, and Portia makes Madge into diamonds, and when they hold hands the light catches them and makes them transcendant", electrumqueen makes this fanfic a real beauty.


