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moreespressoformydepresso · 1 month

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TBOSAS where the thing that fixes the pain and suffering is the Capitol’s cruelty. Because I love positive irony like that.

Somehow, the zoo enclosure where the kids are kept is destroyed. Since it’s so unbearably hot in the books say something caught on fire and the tributes were taken out of the enclosure because there won’t be any games if all of them are dead. This conveniently sidesteps Brandy’s death because it happens either just before or right after she stabbed Arachne. If she did kill her bitch of a mentor the fire was so beautifully times that all evidence of her little crime was destroyed and nobody knows it was her. How convenient. One could almost say it’s divine intervention. Now, the kids need to be kept somewhere, and the zoo was sooooo annoying for the mentors, so the tributes are put in cages around the city. Near the academy so those poor oppressed rich kids who aren’t about to die don’t have to suffer even more for traveling 10 minutes to see the vile district scum. This… backfires horribly for the Capitol. See, the tributes are separated. For the sake of this story they’re all in separate cages on their own.

How does this lead to a fix-it? Well, it’s now much harder to not interact with the tributes. You don’t have to go to the zoo to see them, and you won’t have to pay money either. The tributes can’t hide in the enclosure, so everyone can see the discomfort plain on their faces as they try to cling to some kind of privacy. The cages have one side agains some kind of structure, so seeing these kids ducked agains the one solid part of their cage is very hard hitting because it’s impossible to ignore what they’re going through now. Even the biggest tributes look small, all alone and helpless.

And then the mentors get involved, and things really kick into high gear. All the tributes like Sejanus, and at first people thought it’s because he’s district. Now they can see it’s because he’s actually nice to them. The nicer mentors are trying their best to help their tributes, and the less amazing ones receive a bit of a cold shoulder. Several fights between different pairs of mentors and tributes happen, and all of them color in the kids’ perspective of everything in a way that’s undeniable. I feel like a big part of why the Capitol citizens had so little empathy is because they refused to see things from the tributes’ perspective due to not seeing them as people. But when massive crowds witness these arguments, it’s hard not to. When all you see is a figure deep in the enclosure and a face on a screen it’s easy to chalk their anger up to some irrational grudge or just vile beasts being their vile beastly selves without thinking about it too much. It’s a lot harder to do that when you have Facet screaming at Livia for treating him like a disposable object and shirking all her duties as a mentor, such as providing his basic needs, while pretending she’s done jack shit for him. When the citizens hear the raw emotion in his voice, it’s very difficult to not feel even the slightest bit of empathy.

And when they watched Lamina cry on a screen, it was easy to laugh at her for being so weak. But when this young girl is sobbing right in front of you, and you can see the pain on her face? Suddenly it’s a whole lot less funny. Even more so when she calls Pup over and ignores the food he offers her in favor of asking about her district partner. The crowd can’t ignore what they’re putting these kids through when they watch a clearly starving girl only accept food when she’s reassured a boy that has to die for her to live is being fed. When Lucy Gray sings for food it feels like the beggars in the city until she asks her mentor to bring more than half of what she got to Jessup and whichever tributes have gotten the least that day. And when all the tributes keep asking about each other with clear and obvious worry, even for the tributes from other districts who they’ve only known for days, suddenly the people find themselves stuck with the unescapable notion that these are kids who are being forced to perform like circus animals, who are about to be forced to kill each other, yet still find it in themselves to show empathy. It’s especially inescapable when the tough, strong tributes who everyone expects to be vicious are the ones doing this. Reaper and Coral for Dill and Mizzen, of course, but even more impactfully Marcus for Sabyn. Two of the stronger tributes showing concern for one another, despite neither having that underdog or innocent air the younger tributes have.

At one point, Treech is performing for a crowd and some of the mentors pass by, including Vipsania. As soon as they approach he stops what he’s doing and retreats to the one solid side of his cage. Vipsania calls for him, and he utterly ignores her existence. All he dignifies her with is a hateful glare. Then Pup comes into his line of sight, and he shoots up immediately to ask whether Lamina’s okay. It’s only when Vipsania gets huffy about this that Treech actually acknowledged and responds to her. Not nicely though. Rather, he goes “now why ever would I not want to talk to you? It’s not like you starved me so I’d perform or anything. Gosh, it’s such a mystery!” Before turning back around intending to sit down. Vipsania tries to defend herself and it goes about as well as you may expect. By which I mean, a one-sided screaming match ensues. More like Treech giving into the urge to start ranting and raving about all the shit he’s been through while finally telling Vipsania how he feels about her treating him like a toy to use and discard once he’s no longer of use to her. When she says she just wants to help him now, he reminds her that her “help” so far has come down to actively making his life harder for her own benefit. “You’ve done enough, Sickle. Go back to your prissy princess palace and leave me alone.” Very similar to Facet when he finally gave Cardew a piece of his mind, actually.

And slowly people start giving the tributes food, even when they’re not performing. Slowly they start to change their minds about the games, and once the interviews happen they finally realize all these kids have families and friends waiting for them in the districts. And only one of them gets to go home. But… they’ve seen how sweet these kids are to those that don’t treat them like shit. And honestly, nobody really wants to see them die anymore. And they realize if they don’t act now it’ll be too late. So they act. And long story short the games are finally stopped for good.

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alces-cerf · 11 days

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Forgot to post it here , Facet for my best friend Rosie 🧡 ( Tim also noticed and reposted on IG 😭 )

#tbosas #tbosas fanart #fanart #facet tbosas #tbosas facet #my art #traditional art

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bloodredlolipops · 23 days

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Associating TBOSAS tributes with songs from my playlist because I am bored and decided to do this for fun:

(Note: If any of these are your favorite song then you can say that you are the character I gave the song to.)

Facet: I / Me / Myself by Will Wood

Velvereen: Primadonna by Marina and the Diamonds

Marcus: LOOK DON’T TOUCH by Odetari & cade clair

Sabyn: Teen Idle by Marina and the Diamonds

Circ: Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms

Teslee: I Am Not a Robot by Marina and the Diamonds

Mizzen: Home or Boys Will Be Bugs by Cavetown

Coral: She Likes a Boy by Nxdia

Hy: Say It Ain’t So by Weezer

Sol: Cherry Bomb by The Runaways

Otto: Riptide by Vance Joy

Ginnee: Just Dance by Lady Gaga

Treech: Trees by McCafferty

Lamina: Not Strong Enough by boygenius

Bobbin: Bruno is Orange by Hop Along, Queen Ansleis

Wovey: Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos

Panlo: Lovers Rock by TV girl

Sheaf: Oh No! by Marina and the Diamonds

Tanner: Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother

Brandy: Mary by Alex G

Reaper: Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms

Dill: I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski

Jessup: Things to Do by Alex G

Lucy Gray: I’ve Had Enough by Melina KB

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spiralling-thoughts · 2 months

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So I have been hyperfixating on the tributes fashion in the movie I feel like all the choices for their fashion were soo brilliant and they deserve more recognition and something I love about the fashions is that it very subtly hints at the wealth deferences between the districts and no better example of this than facet and velvreene the district 1 tributes

(now I couldn't find a good quality picture of them in the movie considering they are often just standing in the background but I found this what I like to call ' the actors having fun ' photo their actors took so that's what we are working with)

So it's fully agreed on by fans that Facet and velvreene are wearing their school uniforms with how their outfits are matching and the preppy v nick sweaters. It does look like a private school uniform not a public school uniform so it shows how district 1 is the wealthiest district and while I don't know the name of the fabrics they do look better quality and their clothes are tidy then say bobbin and woveys clothes they also are completely white so here is a little colour psychology

The color white symbolizes innocence and purity Which is important because facet and velvreene are just kids , they never showed any malice or ill well towards anyone and they tried to run away from the games , they didn't want to participate in this blood sport that they were forced into and Having to kill other children like them, they didn't want to be killers and ultimately they were killed for it. Them wearing bright white also made them stand out from the rest of the tributes and made them easy to see I always managed to spot them despite being in the background they rarely fade into the background which also hints at district 1 specialization in luxury items and how they create flashy high quality products however they also have black in their clothes and black can symbolise darkness and death. even though district 1 is the wealthiest district they are still not safe from the capitol cruelty and oppression the capitol is still willing to kidnap two of their children and treating them inhumanely and still drives internment from watching them kill and die

Their school uniform also contrasts with the academy students uniforms the academy students uniforms is bulky in silhouette and the blazers makes the students bigger than they are and their uniforms are red the colour of blood the spilling of the district children's blood and they do look like wannabe politicians ( the academy uniform honestly reminds me of heather chandler's look in heathers ) meanwhile district one's school uniforms fits them pretty well and seems more comfortable running in and it doesn't have gaudy accessories on it like the academis gold pins showing once again how even with them being more well off then other districts they still have to work hard to please the Capitol

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #district 1 #facet tbosas #Velvereen tbosas #costume design #aĺl the choices for the tributes outfits were amazing #i probably could have worded this better but forgive me my ability in writing good analysis is limited to say the least

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majorsoapfan · 24 days

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Hello. I have been loving your fanfic it's so good I am using it as a coping mechanism after getting my heart broken 🥲 . Small question i might be reading too much into this but is facet younger than velvreene and sabyn in your fic or is it like a one year age gap ? Sorry if this sounds like a dumb question

(kid velvreene looking after kid Facet is so cute 🥺)

(Love how you made velvreene be one of the responsible ones with her being in the last group to go up and her volunteering to go helping treech getting supplies then her saving sabyn when they were being watched and how she comforted both her and facet in chapter 8 as a velvreene fan this makes me so happy)

Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad that my fic can help with healing broken hearts. :) And don't be sorry, there's no dumb questions! And I'm happy to answer any questions you have!

And in regards to your question now, in my fic when I was planning everything out and going by the appearances of the tributes who don't have their ages confirmed, I saw Velvereen as being about 17 years old and in my mind, she's the oldest female tribute along with Sol. And both Facet and Sabyn are younger than her. Facet is 16, while Sabyn is 15-16 as well.

I'm glad that you're liking what I'm doing with Velvereen too! Out of all the Career District tributes, especially with the backstory I've made for her, I always saw her as perhaps the most responsible of those four, while Facet and Sabyn in particular due to the fact that they're younger looking, I've tried to show their youth/vulnerability more, especially as the Capitol hasn't gotten the chance to breed the 'Career' mindset into some of the Districts yet that would make them appear tougher and more ruthless like the Career tributes that Katniss faces in her Games.

(And yes, kiddie Velvereen and Facet are adorable in my mind too! <3)

It's always good to know that people like what I'm doing with the tributes.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #velvereen #velvereen tbosas #facet #facet tbosas #sabyn #sabyn tbosas #can't catch us now

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herlondonboy · 5 months

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The Songbird and the Rebel

pairings: lucy gray baird x gn!reader

summary: you love lucy. you would do anything for her. including throw yourself in with the wolves in order to protect her.

warnings: canon typical violence, minor SPOILERS FOR TBOSAS!!!! reader is gender neutral BUT takes the spot for male tribute, first person

word count: 2.3k

a/n: my first fanfic in a while (leilani if you see this leave) part 2?

Lucy Gray Baird was a name known to most in District 12.

If you don’t know her from when her and her covey arrived in District 12 with an array of songs, then you definitely know her from her singing in the bar or by the hanging tree.

In the quiet corners of my heart, there exists a profound narrative woven with the threads of affection and admiration for Lucy Gray Baird. To gaze upon her is to witness a kaleidoscope of beauty, each facet revealing a unique charm that, when combined, creates an enchanting tapestry of allure. Her presence is a gentle breeze, weaving through the tapestry of my days, leaving me breathless with the ethereal magic she brings.

Lucy Gray's eyes are like pools of liquid moonlight, reflecting a depth that seems to hold the secrets of the universe. When she casts her gaze upon me, it's as if time itself pauses, and in those moments, I find solace in the silent language exchanged between our souls. Her laughter, a melody that dances in the air, resonates with the sweetness of a thousand songbirds. Each note is a reminder that joy is not just an emotion, but a symphony composed by the mere existence of Lucy Gray.

Yet, it is in the cadence of her voice that the true enchantment unfolds. Her words are like a lyrical river, flowing with grace and carrying the weight of untold stories. The timbre, a harmonious blend of warmth and tenderness, wraps around my heart like a comforting embrace. Listening to Lucy Gray speak is akin to traversing a forest of ancient trees, each word a delicate leaf that rustles in the gentle breeze, revealing the wisdom etched into the very fabric of her being.

In the quietude of twilight, as the world settles into a hushed symphony, Lucy Gray's voice becomes a lullaby, a soothing melody that cradles my thoughts and lingers in the corridors of my dreams. It is a voice that navigates the complexities of emotion, painting vivid landscapes of understanding and empathy. With every syllable, she unveils a tapestry of connection, forging a bond that transcends the mundane and elevates our shared existence to a realm where love is not just a sentiment but a living, breathing entity.

To be in love with Lucy Gray Baird is to be immersed in a story where every chapter unfolds with the grace of a sonnet, and her enchanting voice serves as the narrator, guiding me through the intricacies of emotion with eloquence and poise. In her presence, time becomes an ephemeral concept, and the symphony of our shared moments resonates in the chambers of my heart, an everlasting ode to the captivating magic that is Lucy Gray.

As the calendar inches closer to that dreaded date, the annual arrival of the reaping, a shiver courses through my veins, and the spectre of fear looms large in the recesses of my thoughts. It's a perennial nightmare, a cyclical horror that etches its mark on my soul with each passing year. The looming prospect of the reaping casts a long, foreboding shadow over the days leading up to it, like an impending storm gathering its strength.

In the district, where life is a delicate dance on the precipice of survival, the reaping is the grand conductor orchestrating the symphony of anxiety that grips every heart. The Capitol's merciless tradition, designed to remind us of our vulnerability, is an annual ritual that plunges us into a maelstrom of uncertainty. As the day draws near, the atmosphere becomes thick with a palpable tension, a collective holding of breaths that echo the unspoken dread etched across the faces of my fellow citizens.

The fear is not merely a response to the capricious nature of the reaping; it is an acknowledgment of the ruthless lottery that defines our existence. Every year, the odds are a cruel reminder of the fragility of life, and as the names are drawn, the spectre of mortality hangs heavy in the air. It's a twisted game where the stakes are nothing less than life itself, and the chances of escape grow slimmer with each passing year.

Yet, in the recesses of my consciousness, a tiny flame of hope persists. Three more years, I tell myself, just three more before the shackles of this annual torment are lifted. The countdown becomes a mantra, a whispered reassurance that carries me through the darkest hours leading up to the reaping. I imagine a future where the weight of this fear is but a distant memory, where the spectre of the Capitol's malevolence no longer casts its sinister gaze upon my destiny.

Survival becomes an art, a delicate dance between evading the Capitol's scrutiny and navigating the treacherous currents of our district's harsh realities. With each passing reaping, the lessons learned, the alliances forged, and the scars accumulated become badges of a silent resistance against the Capitol's oppressive grip. As the clock ticks away, the urgency to outlast this infernal cycle intensifies, and I find solace in the belief that resilience will be my shield until the dawn of that promised freedom.

The reaping remains an annual crucible, but with each passing year, the embers of hope burn a little brighter. Three more years—a finite horizon that promises liberation from the perennial terror that shadows my days. Until then, I navigate the minefield of survival, driven by the unyielding determination to defy the odds and emerge from the crucible of the reaping with the scars of endurance etched upon my soul.

Lost in the tapestry of my daydreams, where the edges of reality blur into the realms of imagination, I found myself wading through the ethereal landscapes of distant thoughts. The cadence of a country twang, like a gentle breeze, pulled me back from the reverie, and there she was – Lucy Gray Baird, a vision of warmth and southern charm.

"What's wrong, darling?" Lucy Gray's voice, dripping with honeyed tones, sliced through the cocoon of my musings. Startled, I looked up to find her gaze fixed on me, a playful twinkle in her eyes that made my heart flutter.

Shaking my head to dispel the lingering fragments of my daydreams, I stammered out a feeble response, "Oh, nothing, just lost in thought."

Lucy Gray's expression shifted to a quizzical 'really?' as she cocked her head to the side. It was as if she could read the unsaid, decipher the hidden nuances beneath the surface of my demeanour. Unable to support the charade, I sighed and admitted, "Just thinking about tomorrow."

Her brow furrowed with concern, and Lucy Gray, with a sincerity that belied the playful banter, insisted, "We're not getting picked, darling. Trust me."

The assurance, while comforting, collided with the grim reality that haunted the eve of every reaping. "Lucy Gray, you can't be sure. The odds are never in our favour," I argued, my voice laced with the weight of impending dread.

An animated debate unfolded, our words clashing like opposing currents in a tempestuous sea. Lucy Gray, with an unwavering confidence, insisted that fate would spare us, while I, burdened by the grim statistics of our district, could not share her optimism. The tension escalated, transforming a mere disagreement into a storm of conflicting emotions.

With a heavy sigh, I declared, "I can't afford false hope, Lucy Gray. I need to face the reality of our situation."

Lucy Gray's eyes darkened with disappointment, and her lips formed a thin line. "You don't have to face it alone, darling," she murmured, her voice now devoid of its earlier playfulness.

In the aftermath of our heated exchange, the room echoed with the haunting silence of unresolved tension. Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I stormed out, leaving behind a tumultuous atmosphere that lingered in the air like a palpable storm. The door swung shut behind me, closing the chapter on a disagreement that lingered in the corridors of my conscience.

As I walked away, the shadows of doubt and fear clung to me like a relentless spectre. Tomorrow's reaping loomed on the horizon, and amid our clash, the uncertain fate that awaited us cast a shadow on the camaraderie between Lucy Gray and me.

The morning of the reaping dawned with an eerie stillness, the air thick with tension as I stood flanked by my brothers, a tight knot of apprehension settling in the pit of my stomach. The proximity to them, a meagre comfort in the face of the impending ordeal, offered a silent solidarity that spoke of shared fears and unspoken bonds.

As the announcer's voice echoed through the square, a collective hush fell over the assembled crowd. My gaze scanned the sea of faces, searching for Lucy Gray amid the sea of anxious expressions. But she was nowhere to be found, and a gnawing unease crept into my thoughts.

The dread reached its zenith when the familiar twang of the announcer's voice pierced the air, uttering those fateful words that sent shockwaves through my world. "Lucy Gray Baird."

Time seemed to grind to a halt as her name reverberated through the square. A sharp intake of breath echoed through the crowd, and my brothers and I exchanged glances, our eyes mirroring the disbelief that clung to our collective consciousness. Lucy Gray, the beacon of defiance and warmth, had been ensnared by the merciless claws of the reaping.

A murmur rippled through the crowd as Lucy Gray emerged, her steps deliberate yet exuding an air of unrestrained rebellion. As she approached the podium, the atmosphere crackled with a palpable tension. Instead of submitting to the Capitol's ritual humiliation, Lucy Gray took matters into her own hands.

In a daring act of defiance, she slipped a snake into the folds of the mayor's daughter's dress, a calculated rebellion that unfolded like a subversive ballet. Gasps of astonishment and screams of fear spread through the crowd as Lucy Gray stood there, an embodiment of resistance against the Capitol's oppression.

Her gaze, a beacon of unyielding determination, sought me out in the crowd. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange, a communion of understanding that transcended the barriers of the Capitol's surveillance. In that fleeting moment, I saw not just defiance but a plea for solidarity, a shared understanding of the injustice that had befallen her.

The Covey, recognizing their songbird in distress, began to sing. Their harmonies, a haunting melody of sorrow and defiance, wove through the square, amplifying the rebellious spirit that Lucy Gray embodied. It was a serenade for a fallen comrade, a hymn of resistance that reverberated through the hearts of those who dared to challenge the Capitol's iron grip.

As Lucy Gray stood there, surrounded by the harmonies of the Covey, I felt an indescribable mixture of emotions. Anguish, for the injustice that had befallen her; admiration, for her unyielding spirit; and a lingering sense of guilt for the moments of doubt that had clouded our camaraderie. The reaping square transformed into a stage for a silent revolution, and Lucy Gray, with her audacious act, had become the unwitting protagonist in a tale of defiance and sacrifice.

Driven by a surge of emotions that transcended reason, I pushed forward through the tightly packed crowd, determination burning in my veins. The air crackled with tension as I reached the front, and my heart pounded in my chest like a war drum. Lucy Gray's name lingered in the air, a haunting echo that reverberated through the square.

As I stumbled towards the platform, the weight of the moment settled on my shoulders. My voice trembled, but a resolute conviction carried me forward. "I volunteer!"

Lucy Gray, standing defiantly on the podium, shot me a perplexed frown. A silent exchange passed between us, a question lingering in her eyes. Why would I jeopardize my own safety for her? But there was no time for explanations as the Capitol's relentless proceedings demanded swift adherence.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Lucy Gray gestured towards me, her eyes mirroring a silent plea for me to reconsider. But I couldn't back down now. I couldn't let Lucy Gray face the Capitol's brutality alone.

"I volunteer to take the place of Jessup Diggs!" The words hung in the air, a courageous declaration that seemed to confound the very fabric of the reaping ceremony. Murmurs of uncertainty rippled through the crowd, unsure if such a deviation from the Capitol's script was permissible.

The Capitol's enforcers hesitated, caught off guard by the unprecedented turn of events. The air was thick with uncertainty, the collective gasp of the onlookers amplifying the tension that permeated the square. Jessup Diggs looked bewildered, unsure whether to be grateful or worried for the unexpected twist of fate.

Before the Capitol's enforcers could make sense of the situation, Jessup was roughly thrown down from the stage. A jolt of realization surged through the crowd, the unspoken understanding that the Capitol's machinations brooked no dissent. I was seized by unseen hands, dragged up to the platform, and away from the tumultuous sea of faces.

As I was pulled away, my eyes sought out Lucy Gray, who now stood alone, a solitary figure in the midst of the chaotic spectacle. Her gaze met mine, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. In that moment, I saw gratitude mixed with an unspoken sadness, a recognition of the sacrifice made in the name of defiance.

The cheers and protests of the crowd faded into the background as I was led away from the square, the consequences of my impulsive decision looming ahead. In the face of the Capitol's cruelty, I had dared to challenge the script, to rewrite the narrative of the reaping. The road ahead was uncertain, but as I cast a last glance at Lucy Gray Baird, standing alone on the podium, I knew that the seeds of rebellion had been sown, and the repercussions of my choice would resonate far beyond the confines of the reaping square.

#elijah writes #lucy gray baird #lucy gray x coriolanus #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray #lucy gray baird x reader #gn #gn reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tbosas x reader #x you #tbosas x you #the ballard of songbirds and snakes x reader

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flying-ham · 5 months

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Names in The Hunger Games series obviously hold a lot of symbolic meaning. Whether it be a particularly on the nose name for characters like Peeta or the complete absence of one for characters like Mrs Everdeen, Suzanne Collins puts a lot of thought and care into names. One that I haven’t seen people talk about so far is Livia Cardew.

Livia Cardew is a rude, cruel classmate that Snow despises. When we are introduced to her character, Snow thinks that she, "had always been prone to gloating," (tbosas). She is assigned Facet, a strong boy from District 1 with a good chance of winning the games, and Snow hates that she acts, "As if the plum assignment was solely a reflection on her, and not on her mother running the largest bank in the Capitol," (tbosas).

The character Livia Cardew is named after Livia Drusilla, wife of the first Roman Emperor Augustus and mother of the Emperor Tiberius. Livia Drusilla came from a powerful Patrician family in Rome, with her father inheriting a substantial fortune around the time of her birth. She was married prior to her marriage with Augustus, giving birth to two sons before her divorce and subsequent remarriage to Augustus. Although he believed these sons to be proof of her high fertility, Livia was only able to give Augustus one stillborn child during their marriage. Livia Cardew reflects the early life of her namesake Livia Drusilla, in that she comes from an influential banking family that helps her get ahead in society. The advantage she has being assigned the District 1 boy only widens the gap, making her a frontrunner to win the scholarship. However, just as Livia Drusilla loses her child with Augustus, Livia Cardew's tribute dies before the games even begin, removing her from the competition entirely. Moreover, Livia attempts to "steal" Clemensia's tribute while she is ill, "demanding new tributes be brought from the districts, or at least that she be given Reaper, the boy assigned to Clemensia, who everyone thought had been hospitalized with the flu," (tbosas). Similarly, Livia Drusilla campaigned with her husband to make her son Tiberius his heir after she failed to give him a son, though she was only successful after the death of his nephew Marcellus and disgrace of his daughter Julia.

Further connecting Livia Cardew to her historical namesake, it is implied that Snow marries her after the events of tbosas. In the epilogue, Snow thinks, "If he ever married, he’d choose someone incapable of swaying his heart. Someone he hated, even, so they could never manipulate him the way Lucy Gray had. Never make him feel jealous. Or weak. Livia Cardew would be perfect. He imagined the two of them, the president and his first lady, presiding over the Hunger Games a few years from now," (tbosas). Just as Livia Drusilla became Empress of Rome, Livia Cardew would become the First Lady of Panem. Livia Drusilla was seen as the ideal matron in the early Roman Empire, as a steadfast and supportive wife who oversaw domestic affairs like the home and children. In the same way, Livia Cardew is Snow's ideal wife, a girl with an advantageous family name and no emotional ties to get in Snow's way.

Finally, Livia Drusilla was often villainized by Roman authors the same way Snow villainizes Livia Cardew. Annals by the author Tacitus portrays Livia as a murderous, evil woman in cahoots with her son Tiberius to steal the Empire after Augustus' death. Over and over he reveals his own prejudice against women in ancient Rome, inserting his personal opinions into a work he claims is unbiased truth. He often uses negative language to describe Livia Drusilla, saying that, “There was also [Tiberius’] mother with her female unruliness,” (Tac. Ann., chap. 1). Tacitus’ choice to specify that Livia’s shortcoming relates to her gender highlights his lack of respect for women, and his expectation that all Roman women fit a specific mold. In the same way, Snow constantly thinks the worst about Livia Cardew, thinking things like, "Unlike Livia, Clemensia received news of her good fortune with tact," (tbosas). Livia Drusilla was often associated with poison (a "woman's weapon"). There were many rumors about her killing enemies of herself or Augustus using the very method Snow adopted as his own by the events of the original trilogy.

tl:dr Livia Cardew is based on Livia Drusilla, wife of the first Roman Emperor and holds a lot of similarities to the historical figure

#if i feel the same spark of intense inspiration i'll do my lysistrata deep dive next #making good use of my classics degree #yeehaw #livia cardew #livia drusilla #the hunger games #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow #classics

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catindabag · 3 months

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Part 3 of “What they’re actually doing” in my TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

Here’s [Part 2]

What the Districts think their Tributes are doing in the Hunger Games:

What they’re actually doing:

What District 1 thinks Facet and Velvereen are doing in the Capitol:

What they’re actually doing:

What District 4 thinks Mizzen and Coral were doing before entering the Capitol Arena:

What the little gremlin and the local sea witch were actually doing:

What Ma and Strabo Plinth think Coryo and Sejanus are doing inside their bedroom after studying:

What they’re actually doing:

What Dr. Gaul thinks Coryo Snow is doing after school:

What the poor cabbage boy is actually doing:

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facetthefashionking · 4 days

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Anyone have a hangover cure?✨

I’ll do anything to stop this headache🙏😞

#facet tbosas #tbosas rp #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #maybe I should drink more to get rid of it🙏

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snowjanuscentral · 5 months

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The scariest thing about Snow is that he truly doesn't stand for anything in tbosas. His enduring desire is to preserve himself, which informs the preservation of Tigris and the Grandma'am. His desire to excel in school, to gain power, to gain Lucy Gray, to influence Sejanus, all come from a core selfishness.

To an extent, he is a product of his environment: a child of war, an orphan, growing up in an exorbitantly affluent family with restrictive views of class and status. But his desire for survival metamorphosised into a burning desire for personal gain, something that is not reflected by Tigris, who instead desires better circumstances, but not the best circumstances. Snow want to be supreme, whilst Tigris wants to be comfortable.

I say this is scary; because Snow doesn't care about anything except his own success. He doesn't have strong feelings about the Hunger Games either way, but instead holds a neutral Capitol view fuelled by an unquestioning acceptance of propoganda - the Districts deserve the Games as punishment for the war. It is simply the way of the world. He agrees with Dr. Gaul not because he cares about the Games, but because he cares about what her favour means for his prospects. He outs Sejanus not only to protect himself, but to impress Gaul. He helps Lucy Gray because he can win the Plinth prize, or otherwise cement his status as a star student. He accepts Strabo's money because it solidifies the status of the Snow family name, and therefore himself.

Even when Snow is in District 12 and in 'love' with Lucy Gray, none of their views align, brushing aside any disagreement with the hollow self-assurance that she knows no better.

Because Snow has no strong views, he has no moral conscience about the state of Panem, and has no critical thought regarding effect of oppression and class structure beyond an unquestioning understand that the Districts deserve punishment. He never interrogates this belief.

In being solely focused on attaining his own overwhelming personal success, Coriolanus Snow has no qualms with aligning with the most heinous facets of Capitol society to ensure he achieves his goal of wealth and presidency, and has no qualms with breaking rule, interpersonal bonds, and moral obligations to do this. That is truly horrifying: he does not care for anything, and thus, he will do anything for himself.

#thg #thg series #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #analysis

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moreespressoformydepresso · 2 months

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@butfilsongs okay thought it over and here’s the fix-it :)!!

Since in this post I said that I think at least some of the peacekeepers that came to grab the tributes during the arena bombing came from outside, I had an idea for how all the tributes could escape from the city.

What if, instead of running for the exit, the district 1 and 2 kids saw the tunnels blasted open and went in there instead? Ginnee and Otto survived by sheer luck of the bombs going off a little earlier, and their mentors were saved by peacekeepers. This works because of a thing @idontliketomatoesleavemealone pointed out about them wearing armor which would protect them at least a little. They are out of it, though, because blows to the head suck. Ginnee and Otto, like Panlo and Sheaf, end up greatly injured and are denied medical care. Here’s where the fun begins (for me at least, if you like Hurt No Comfort this is not for you):

Thanks to the peacekeepers coming in from outside and the tunnels being so much closer than the exit, the four escapee tributes make it out. Sabyn, Velvereen, Facet, and Marcus are on the run. They could try to escape the city and forget all about this, but… those other kids don’t deserve to die, and leaving them to their fate feels… cruel. And also, escaping the city is exactly what the Capitol expects them to do so going along with it makes it more likely for them to be caught. So they get out of the tunnels and figure out where the zoo is. Marcus clearly didn’t disguise himself, but now there are three other kids there to come up with ideas. Facet and Velvereen suggest they try to look more like Capitol kids so it’s more likely people won’t look at them twice. While they’re at it they snag some supplies for short-term disguises and then wait until it’s late to go over to the zoo.

Now, these kids may not have the best mentors (cough cough Livia Cardew cough cough) but they can see some of the others starting to care about their tributes. And these influential nepo-babies are the future of Panem. The four free tributes have had time to think things through, and the last thing they wanna do is hand the Capitol propaganda on a silver platter and turn their only hope of ending the games for good against them. In terms of trying to convince their overlords the tributes are human beings too, killing peacekeepers means they may as well confess to cannibalism and skinning puppies for fun. Also, it would be justification for the Capitol calling this an all hands on deck situation and throw everything into finding the tributes, which is the last thing they need. So the four escapees refrain from brutal murder and instead merely knock out the ones too close to the enclosure for comfort. They take some of the guns, though, because they’re not stupid enough to actually believe their attempts at showing innocence will do anything and they’d rather be armed if it comes down to the worst-case scenario.

Next they break open the zoo enclosure and wake up their fellow district kids inside. Some frantic whispering later and everyone’s awake and ready to leave. The four injured kids and Dill get carried on the backs of the stronger kids for obvious reasons, and off they go. I’ll stop here and consider collecting my ideas for the rest of their shenanigans in this City of Nightmares in a separate post because I have plans.

Yes, it does involve arson. No, Gaul’s lab does not survive. Possibly, neither does she.

That last bit is not entirely on the tributes.

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licorice-lips · 5 months

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I'd really love to say I like the theory that Everlarck haunted Snow because of what SnowBaird could've been but I can't because I really don't believe Snow is bothered by their love in that way.

Remember: as infatuated as he was with Lucy Gray, Snow didn't really like life in the Districts or the forest, like Lucy and the rest of the Covey. He craved the order, control, and "civility" of the Capital and the power that came with the status he had as a citizen of it.

As we see Snow in TBOSAS, he never really changes his personality, he just goes on and on bringing up a façade for each person he interacts with based on what characteristics he thinks it's best to charm them. So when he falls for Lucy (be it love or not), even though he wants her, he doesn't really want the life he's gonna get with her. He actually abhors the idea of the kind of life Lucy Gray craves.

The only thing that does change in Snow throughout the book are his opinions and worldview - "Mister Snow, what are the Games for?" -, he loses all of the morals he thought he had to abide in order to maintain his status. And it's fair to assume those changes of opinion keep happening as he progresses after the end of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes because that's what happens as human beings age.

But the direction of Snow's opinions is clear: that love is a weakness, that love is not something worth fighting for, that is something fleeting and unstable, so why would it ever bother him that Peeta and Katniss felt what he considered to make them weaker and feeble? Remember again: Snow doesn't see love like the rest of us do, he doesn't want to - what he does want is to see the world in a light that confirms his own view of it, and he warps facts to fit into his narrative.

In his mind, at first, Katniss didn't really love Peeta, which further proved his belief in love and what it really was, but as time progressed and he realized she did love Peeta, his belief turned to the one where Katniss would betray her allys (including Peeta) to keep on living. At last, the realization that their love wasn't selfish was an opportunity for him to make Katniss bend or break during the revolution, and when she didn't, it proved to him her love wasn't so strong to the point where she'd breach no limits to save him.

But that's the thing, even if he did believe Katniss' and Peeta's love for each other was pure and selfless, he still wouldn't envy them, he wouldn't see this as something he could've had with Lucy Gray. At least, I don't think 82-year-old President Snow would've because we have to remember that this version of Snow got everything he ever craved so much: all the power in the world to do as he pleased for the entirety of his life. Let me remind y'all: Snow was already dying when the revolution came, his power was already at its end. It's the reason why he laughs as he's killed: it doesn't really matter whether he's killed by his own poison, the rebels, or Katniss herself because he'd already won his entire life by then.

He did everything his younger self wanted to do, he became everything his younger self wanted to be, and he thrived in it for his entire life. He's so corrupted by then he probably thinks of his "love" for Lucy Gray as a lapse of judgment, one he'd never desire in the first place.

So no, I don't think Snow was bothered by Everlark because they represented what he could've been with Lucy, I think it bothers him because it's yet another facet of Katniss he cannot control, and more than that: it's the living proof his entire worldview on human beings -as passed on by doctor Gaul and his own experiences during the Dark Days -being bad and selfish at their core was actually wrong.

Please let's be cautious, and not make the mistake yet again of reducing a story about human nature and how it shapes the worldview of people, therefore having consequences on how we act in society, to a love story. Snow and Lucy Gray are compelling together as a couple, but the point is that Snow views human beings a certain way and, because of that, he begins to justify his terrible acts. It's a masterpiece of a villain origin story, not a love story - not entirely anyway.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #president snow #coriolanus snow #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta melark #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games theory #the hunger games peeta #thg #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #state of nature #villain origin story #ballad of songbirds and snakes

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tomwambsmilk · 5 months

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I feel like I've noticed a weird thing in some movies lately where they sort of feel like watching visual representation of a sparknote. You know how when you read a sparknote, it gives you the beat-by-beat of everything that happens plotwise, but without any of the depth? It might say "Character A goes to a party and argues with Character B, and then they profess their love for each other. The next day Character A goes to work and cries in the copy room because they feel uncertain about the relationship." But if you read the book those two lines are a good 50 pages of narration and dialogue which explore the nuances of Character A's mindset and their relationship with Character B. So if you just read the sparknote, you might know what happens, but you don't necessarily understand the characters and everything they're meant to convey.

And I feel like I've seen a lot of movies lately that feel like a sparknote. They want to convey that Thing Happened so they'll show a scene with two lines of dialogue establishing Thing, and then they'll jump to the next scene with two more lines establishing Next Thing, etc etc through the whole movie. And these movies tend to also be the WORST for on-the-nose dialogue, because the dialogue just exists to Establish Things. For example - I went to see TBOSAS last night, and the whole idea of Snow turning into his father is Established with exactly two scenes - one where Tigris tells him that she remembered seeing hate in his father's eyes, and another at the end of the movie where she says he looks just like his father. Boom! Established! They want to establish Snow's influence on the final form of the games, so they have a scene where Snow stands up and lists all the types of pageantry he thinks would make the Games more appealing. Boom! Established! They want the audience to know that Snow is in love with Lucy Gray, so they have a scene where he visits her and wipes away a tear with his handkerchief. Boom! Established!

But.... where's the exploration? People are complex, and so the most fascinating and interesting characters have multiple facets that need to be explored in a variety of circumstances. What does 'becoming his father' mean to Snow? Probably not just one straightforward thing that can be readily established in two scenes. What does Snow admire about his father? Is there any degree of internal conflict in the idea of becoming his father? There's just so much you can't learn in a movie like this. Why does Snow love pageantry? What does he understand the relationship between pageantry and politics to be, and how does that evolve over the course of the film? What is it that draws Snow to Sejanus when he's so despised by the rest of the Capitol elite that Snow wants so desperately to be a part of? Does Snow really love Lucy Gray, and if so, why? What does she represent that he can't find in the Capitol? The movie doesn't even need to give solid answers - honestly, questions like these hit better when there's enough ambiguity for audience members to have different interpretations - but there needs to be SOMETHING for us to work with.

And I think what drives me most insane is that when a movie like this comes out, if there's a big enough name behind it people will laud it for making its primary character 'inscrutable' ???????????? bitch that's just bad storytelling????????? Look, if you mean 'inscrutable' as in 'can't be put into one simple box' - sure, great, but that's not what these characters are. You straight-up just don't know anything about their interior lives, which is such a major misstep that I can't believe people are celebrating it just because Christopher Nolan did it (yeah I'm still pressed about Oppenheimer, the other great example of sparknotes storytelling that got endlessly celebrated just because Nolan did it. It's crazy to me that Oppenheimer has the higher RT score because at least TBOSAS has redeeming elements)

#its especially EGREGIOUS when it happens with morally questionable characters tbh #if you're making a movie about a character embracing fascism you HAVE to get inside his head about why he's embracing it #otherwise WHAT is the point #anyways. is it just me or are you guys noticing this too #long post

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