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ruinedlover · 5 months

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warning; sexual themes ! sub!fem-readerxdom!snow

Coriolanus snow a couple years after everything, he’s now established in high society, no longer living in poverty in the capital. all enemies defeated, nothing to get in his way.

except you, that cheeky friend of tigris’. you were so unique and pretty, you didn’t sing like a song bird, actually you were quite shït at it. though you were an artist, a very, very famous one, a capital gem. the capital adored your innocent, sweet, look, you were soft in every-way but your personality, though even there you were all heart and genuine.

snow knew the real you, the you that actually had a personality, like a district would have. you were snappy and sarcastic, but never mean, soft spoken but when you got excited, god you were loud.

snow only saw this behind closed doors, you were obedient and soft and loved in the image of the capitol. though you had known the family for years, meeting when tigris was still a lost teen, doing things she shouldn’t have had too. you were always kind and giving to the family, as much as they would take. though thats all you were to snow, someone who took pity.

though you never left, you were always a friend, and maybe he was just seeing you for the first time. snow was a business man now he had no time for relationships, or hookups or anything of the sort, no matter the many women thrown at him. he had never lost focus on his work, until he started noticing you more.

“is y/n coming over today?” he asked tigris and she looked at him with a weird expression, a smile on her lips. “the president wants a mural done, one that shows the power of the capital over districts, she’s not responded. he’s asked me to talk to her.”

“you? you barely know her.” tigris reminded and snow looked away for some reason a small grin was creeping onto his face. he knew you a-lot more than tigris assumed.

your legs shake and you can no longer keep them wrapped around Coriolanus, breaking what he told you to do. “c’mon keep your legs up, i thought you wanted me to breed this sloppy cunt, do you want me to stop?” he was saying into your ear, sweat dripping off of him and onto your damp body. his breath touched the sensitive neck he had abused, that he would make you cover up with an out of fashion turtleneck.

“no, please, no..” you would gasp out, you were basically brain dead. his cock thrusting in and out of you harshly for hours, had left you a whiny, overstimulated mess. tears falling out of your eyes that would roll back everytime he purposely thrusted his whole cock in you.

he wasn’t gentle with you, not today. his hand grazed your face as he stared down at your pathetic expression. suddenly he squeezed your cheeks and came closer. “then take it good like i told you to, keep your legs up.” you nodded obediently and frantic as the soft authority in his voice made your thighs twitch. he smiled and kissed you, softer than the ruthless thrusting he was giving your other lips. “such a good girl.” he praised.

your legs once again wrapped around his waist as you whined and sobbed quietly. waiting for him to let another load of his seed out inside of you, to breed you till you were swelling with his baby, securing you as his.

only when you were filled up with his baby would he feel secure enough to publicly claim you. he would never again have a girl run from him, he had to give you a reason to never leave.

“well she’s not coming today, sorry to disappoint, when i see her i’ll make sure she’s gotten the request, how much it would mean to the capitol.” tigris fawned and stopped to look up admiring nothing but the thought, then she turned to Coriolanus, but he was gone.

if she wasn’t coming he would just go to her.

#x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #smut #the hunger games #young coriolanus snow

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 2 months

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teen!gojo satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date

This made my heart feel so full, I absolutely loved writing this. I'd so super totally write a part two, maybe a second date or something? please leave a ❤️ if you want part 2, so that way I know if it's worth writing...although I might still write it anyways.

words: 1582

warnings: cursing, dirty jokes, mushy stuff, and ice cream biting.

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"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Satoru's playful voice startled you a little as he put his arm around your shoulder, leaning down so your faces were next to each other. Your eyes were now on him and not the inside of the jewelry store you were in front of, His circular sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose. You had been walking with him, but a pretty ring in the store caught your eye, so much so that you nearly forgot you were on your first date.

well, your first real date. You and Satoru had been dating for some time now, both of you training to become sorcerers at Jujitsu Tech, but it dawned on the two of you that you never hung out together with the explicit intent of being romantic. you both immediately planned a date in town, wanting to walk, maybe shop, definitely eat, and all around just have a good time.

"Nothin'," you responded nonchalantly, scanning the town square to find a good place to stop and eat. You tapped at your cheek, stomach rumbling as a couple of vendors caught your eye. "What do you think, takoyaki or..." You looked over, seeing your normally clingy boyfriend was missing. Your head whipped back and forth, searching for him, before getting a glimpse of his signature white hair in the window of the same jewelry store you were just looking at.

You watched as he handed the clerk some cash, grabbed a bag, and walked out with that same confident and carefree stride he always had. Once he exited, seeing you just at the entrance, he grinned down at you goofily. "Oh heyyyy Usagi-chan, fancy seein' you here," He said blithely, as if he wasn't by your side less than a minute ago.

"Heyyyy toru, whatcha got there," you asked with mock curiosity, already knowing what he had. He just shrugged, plopping the bag in your hand before sniffing at the air and mumbling, "mmm, takoyaki." well, it's settled, you're getting takoyaki. You opened up the bag, seeing 3 boxes stacked neatly on top of each other. How many boxes does one ring need...? Turns out just one, because he had bought you the ring, a necklace, and a bracelet.

"Uh- Satoru, you didn't have to-" You looked up, and he was gone again, the bastard. You looked around in a similar fashion as before, but this time he popped up behind you, arm around your shoulders once more. "didn't havta what?" He held two takoyaki sticks in front of your face, two more in his other hand. After a pause, you just grinned and chuckled a little. "You're a special lil guy, huh," you teased, taking the takoyaki as he walked the two of you to a big tree in the center of the shopping district. It had a raised structure around the base, perfect for sitting beneath the shade.

"I'm your special lil guy," he countered, sitting cross legged next to you. For the next hour the two of you sat, ate, and talked under that tree, playing games and goofing off like teens did.

"Ok, Ok, hold still," He snickered as you turned around. It was his turn to trace a drawing on your back, which you'd have to guess once he finished. His skinny index finger, gently dragging across your back, went in delicate waves and lines, one half circle, one straight line, another half circle leading to yet another line, and a final bump up and then down. It was so obvious, your predictable boyfriend.

"Satoru," you asked sweetly.

"yeah," he said in between giggles.

"Is that a penis?"

"..."

"You're really good at this."

You both burst out laughing, you leaning back against him and he doubling over you. The sight was heartwarming, Just two teen lovebirds enjoying each other's company. You looked up at the pinkening light filtering through the trees, then to Satoru's loving gaze. Something about it just took your breath away, the way someone so easily distracted can have eyes only for you.

"Let's go get some ice cream," you offered, sitting up and brushing yourself off. "mmmm yeah, let's go to the one over there," he said, pointing at an ice creamery known for their giant towers of soft-serve. You nodded quickly and hummed in agreement, the two of you standing from your spot beneath the tree and taking the short walk over.

The shop was relatively small, but it had a few people enjoying themselves inside. It was a little surreal, being around normies as two sorcerers in training. Like, to them, you were both just a normal couple, albeit highly attractive. You watched as two girls giggled and blushed at the both of you, and as much as you'd like to say you weren't a jealous person, it kind of made you twitch. You shook the feeling off, knowing you were being irrational, and your attention was quickly grabbed by your boyfriend yanking you away and saying, "look!"

He saw two pinball machines in the corner, the sight immediately making the both of you light up. they were pretty beat up, but seemed functional. "Loser has to give the other one a kiss," Gojo said, which made you giggle a little. "so then...you get the same thing if you win or lose?"

"...Alright alright, so I'm not amazingly right all the time, It's difficult being so perfect sometimes! how about..." you chimed in, a competitive gleam in your eye as you said, "Loser pays?" He gave a mischievous smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. You took it, and he pulled you in for a kiss while slipping a coin in his machine. You gasped, betrayed by your one true love. "Asshole," you yelled with an astonished grin, getting a coin in your own machine as quickly as possible.

The two of you played for a solid 30 minutes, keeping the ball out of the holes (Something he joked about incessantly while trying to distract you) and accidentally breaking several records. The game was getting heated, crowds surrounding you as you two played neck and neck. "Hey Usagi-chan," Gojo taunted, clearly about to talk trash. "What," you panted, because while not physically taxing, a game of pinball this competitive had you holding your breath.

"I love you."

"Huh?!" you whipped your head around to him, eyes wide. All 3 of your balls sunk, and Satoru was the winner. "Yes!" He cheered, arms flying up as everyone clapped. He looked over at your flabbergasted face, arms lowering as his viciously prideful smile turned into a gentle, more loving one. "I really do," he muttered to you, trying not to let anyone in on the moment.

That failed, however, when you panned to the crowd and raised your own arms up in victory. "He loves me!" The audience was silent for a moment, before giving an uproar of applause. You looked back at him, he was so adorable when he was laughing like this, and smiled brightly. "I love you," you muttered back to him, taking his hand in yours.

The two of you ended up getting free ice cream after attracting so much business, and when you walked out you realized how late it was. Stars were twinkling in the sky, although they were just about drowned out by the twinkling lights of Tokyo. He watched as you gazed up at them, making sure you weren't going to trip as you walked. He took the opportunity to lean in, get real close... and BITE the top of your ice cream off.

"Hey," you gasped, although you didn't sound all that offended. "What? Your flavors are different than mine." He licked his lips, BITING into his own strawberry and mint chip ice cream. odd combo, but not bad sounding.

To get back at him, you leaned in to steal a little of his ice cream, but he was too fast for you. You tried again, and again he pulled it away. You went back and forth like this about 5 times over before you finally got a taste. Unfortunately, the only reason you got any taste was because your face smashed into it.

"Bleh," You groaned, wiping off the ice cream on your nose and chin in one smooth motion before shaking the excess off your hand. He laughed, grinning stupidly as he joked, "Man, our first date and your face is already covered in cream." You rolled your eyes, wiping what little was left on your hand on his shirt. "You wish," you teased, unable to stop smiling and equally unable to stop blushing.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time and seeing it was past Jujitsu Tech curfew. "We gotta go back," You sighed, looking back up at him. "But I haven't proposed my undying love for you yet," he pouted sarcastically, finishing off the cone of his ice cream. You handed him yours, no way you were going to finish it anyways.

"You'll just have to wait until next time," you sighed, a hand on his arm. He was already almost finished with your ice cream, dude was serious when it came to sweets. "So...there's gonna be a next time," he asked gleefully, before standing up straight and pretending to find the news unimpressive. "I just knew it, my boyish charm is too much for you to handle," he sighed, taking your hand in his.

Maybe, just maybe, he was right this time.

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this thing went on for way longer than I was expecting, it was supposed to be around 600 words, but I loved it! Can you tell I've been hyperfixating on him? As always, leave a comment on what you liked, what you didn't like, or literally anything, I love reading them!

#fanfic #fan fiction #new to tumblr #new writeblr #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satorugojo

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finnickfan8 · 4 months

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Million Dollar Man

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: Coryo is his own warning, manipulation, dark!coryo, toxic!coryo but reader is just as toxic, murder, cussing, smut (it’s lowkey bad)

Maybe being a socialite wasn’t for you. The cacophony of chatter amongst the Capitols aristocracy was earsplitting to you. You preferred to lead a domestic and tranquil life in the privacy of your own home. Your quaint room in your mother’s monstrous palace brought you sanity, but here you were slung around Coriolanus Snow’s petite arm.

To Snow you were his bimbo bride whom he discretely adored despite his calloused facade. In public he’d belittle your intelligence and your build as a way to show his superiority to everyone, even the adoptive daughter of the most revered game maker yet. When he’d degrade you, his eloquence never dropped.

“Isn’t she so sweet?” He started ruffling your hair, “Not a thought in her pretty little head, hanging on my every word.” You were used to it by then and just played up your bimbo role, nodding your head around thoughtlessly. You weren’t Y/N anymore, you were Coriolanus Snow’s show pony. You were to sip your drinks daintily feed into his effervescent delusions.

The topic of the conversation amongst Coryo’s alumni friends was the Hunger Games. You never favored the brutal massacre of teens as a ticket to escape their impoverished lifestyle, but what do you know? You’re just a trophy for Coriolanus’s company to ogle at. That’s when a raven haired girl wearing a red dress immersed you in her colleagues’ conversation.

“What do you think should be implemented in to the games, Y/N?” Coriolanus discretely glared at her, how dare she ask you to waste your precious thoughts on such menial questions? Nonetheless, Coryo brushed his thumb over your knuckles to signal that you were okay to respond.

“Well,” You drew out with a smile and a goofy grin, “I think that we should put stylists for the contestants and have like a fashion show kind of.” You clapped your hands in excitement, playing your role perfectly. The girl, Clemensia you believe, giggled and nodded along with you. You didn’t speak much as you were not permitted to.

The red dress Snow had carefully plucked from your closet adorned your body perfectly. Red was Coriolanus’s signature color, representing the iron fist in which he ruled Panem with. Everywhere you went there were people praising your husband for his various contributions to elevating Panem’s political climate. Your eyes stayed fixed on your partner, observing the way everyone melted in to putty when he spoke. He could use his words to make an entire room hang on his every syllable.

“I’m thinking of adding electric fences to the districts and adding ways for a tribute to have multiple slips of paper with their name on it in the bowl.” The crowd forming around him embraced the idea as a new revolutionary concept.

All of these parties built up the adoration the Capitol felt towards the two of you. Coryo was a bit turgid in his demeanor and was intimidating to talk to, while you were the Capitol’s sweetheart. Hell, all of Panem loved you. You did your best to help the Districts while acting within your bounds as the doting wife.

The night maintained the same cycle that Coryo’s social functions usually followed and the two of you left around eleven o’clock as it was your ‘bed time.’

Coryo had you on a calculated schedule that ensured for optimal health and wellbeing. After all, he couldn’t have his cherished songbird fall ill. On nights like these, you had an hour from when you got home to be in bed and thirty minutes from that to be asleep, ridiculous, but you obliged. Arriving home, you got ready for bed and were ready to head to sleep when you heard a brisk knock at your door. Steadily, you leaped out of bed and sauntered towards the oak door.

“Y/N.” The blonde haired male breathed. “I would like to discuss what occurred tonight.” His tone was stern and admittedly quite frightening, so you stepped aside. He stiffly seated himself on the bench that sat at the foot of your bed. You looked around for a sign of where you were to sit before he patted the bench, indicating that he would like you to sit next to him.

You followed his request, anxiously bouncing your leg. Coryo wasn’t annoyed necessarily when you did that, but he didn’t like when poise was dropped in his presence so he put a hand on your thigh to get you to stop. You look in to his cold blue eyes fearfully. Coriolanus knew you were afraid of him, and he loved it. He lifted you up and sat you horizontally on his lap, a bold form of scarce intimacy.

“You were adequately behaved tonight.” He plainly stated, wrapping his slender yet toned arms around you to keep you still. You were gobsmacked, usually this would be a lecture that ended in some form of punishment. Now his hand was rubbing your back in a soothing manner. “I understand I can be quite capricious, but if we are to be married our fondness should prosper outside of the public view.”

You smiled at his warmer side, “I never thought you’d ask, Coryo.” You knew better than to call him ‘Coriolanus’ when secluded from the public eye. Used to his serious facade; the superfluous vocabulary he spoke with, the brevity he wrote his somewhat elitist writings, everything needing to be meticulously planned and studied, you were surprised in a way at his sudden humanity.

Coryo played with the hem of your satin shorts, humming tenderly. “I want honesty tonight, questions and responses to be traded back and forth.” His usually cold, dead eyes had a spark of light to them. You loved how behind closed doors he’d acknowledge you in a less characterized way, he was just himself. “I’ll start, have you ever been with anyone before me?”

“No, I have not. You were the first person that I have ever dated.” You said it in a matter of fact tone as it was, in your opinion, a senseless question. The two of you started dating at fourteen and fifteen, you didn’t have a chance to like other people. Your response seemed to please him as you suddenly were impaled by his aroused member. Nevertheless, you brushed his curls out of his sculpted face, “When did you first know that I was your person?”

Coriolanus knew his answer right away, but he wasn’t going to say “your mother is a game maker that can get me a huge scholarship and bring wealth to my family.” So he substituted it with: “I guess it was when I saw you with the children on the street, spending your lunch allowance to feed them. That’s when I knew you were to be Panem’s First Lady.”

That wasn’t a total lie, just a fib to keep you eating out of the palm of his hand. The moment he saw you on the ground, dirtying your white dress just to feed some street rat striplings was the moment his infatuation started. He watched you go hungry every day to break bread with kinder that had no connection or way to benefit you. Your soul was too pure for this world.

He set you off of his lap, standing with his back facing you. Your question caused a deluge of non sequitur memories and thoughts to fog his mind. He remembered when he first arranged your marriage with him a few years prior when he convinced your mother to allow that. He remembered you sitting by his side throughout the entire Hunger Games and the fury he felt seeing your reaction to the violence.

He vividly remembers your tear-stained face, your watery eyes bearing in to his soul, all over some district scum dying. You were not to be exposed to such savagery, his angel was too pure. Now here you were, hand on his shoulder to try and bring him back. Coryo’s head turned ninety degrees to pear over his shoulder at your ethereal features. The way you looked at him in trepidation mixed with intrigue turned him on immensely.

“I’m so in love with you, Darling.” Snow’s nimble fingers work to effortlessly unbutton his dress shirt. He never referred to you endearingly if at all. Coriolanus Snow was always busy being the president of Panem, so busy that he neglected his doting spouse. “How could I keep my angel satisfied?” He turned his sleek body to face you.

“Wow.” Was all you could get out. His opened shirt revealed his fair yet evenly toned chest and torso. Your husband chuckled at your dumbfounded reaction. “You’re handsome, Coryo.” You finally managed to choke out.

“My little rose,” godly hands gripped your jaw to pull you in to a kiss. It was soft and slow but felt possessive and you loved it. “Answer me my love.” You knew Coriolanus was obsessed with you, but you were even more intoxicated by him.

“I-” You started as his hands roamed your eager body, but all that came in to your mind is how you would die for him, you would kill for him, you had killed for him. Lucy Gray was just holding him back from his goals and you. So, you slit that greedy bitch’s throat and left her for the covey to find. Anything he’d give you was enough for you. Your devotion towards him made you more impatient, kissing him hungrily. “Touch me.” You finally answered.

“Someone’s a needy little thing aren’t you?” Coryo teased, biting your plump lips softly. Your hypnotized body shudders at the thought of intimacy with the Coriolanus Snow. You nod obediently bringing your perfectly manicured hands down his taught core. “God, I want your pretty little nails to leave marks on my back.”

Coryo’s needy lips made their way down your collar bones, leaving little bruises. Hickey’s were sometimes called ‘love bites,’ but these were more raw and controlled than love. ‘Lust bites’ or ‘power bites’ would be more fitting for the feelings the dark marks he left on your delicate skin. Your body jolted and shook from the contact from his fair lips.

“Coryo, My love!” You moaned as his lips traveled down the peaks and valleys of your ample bust. The adoring names you gave him made him more aroused than he had ever been. The power he felt over you was delicious, addictive, and it consumed his every thought. He kissed his way down your stomach, parting your plush thighs. You tugged on the sleeve of his shirt, signaling you wanted it off.

“My little rose, if you want me to take my shirt off beg for it. Show me how devoted to me you are. Show me how much you need me.” Coriolanus ripped the satin shorts that clung to your waist down to your knees, leaving your exposed core to him. He took a singular lick down your wanton slit while looking at you expectantly.”

“Please Coryo, I want you to take your shirt off. I want to leave scratches down your back and carry your marks on my exposed neck. Please my love!” You moaned the last part as your husband was now lapping at your heat excitedly. He pulled away, eliciting a bratty whine from your lips.

“Then take my shirt off Darling.” Your husband demanded. As he wishes something to be is how it shall be, so you reached your delicate hands towards his buttons. Snow slapped your hand away, “No baby, with your mouth.” He tsked. You put your hands behind your back and got to work, using your teeth to unhook his buttons. Coryo tugged on your hair every so often to make sure that you remembered who was in control.

“Coryo,” You looked up at his as you got the last button undone. “May I?” You reached for his belt as he nodded assertively. You undid his belt gingerly and unzipped his pants. His boxers held a huge bulge that you lightly palmed. Subtle groans dared to spill from his slightly reddened lips

You took his darkened tip in to your hand. Guiding it through the fly of his briefs as if it could break at a single touch. He was sizeable down there. Around six to seven inches and respectable, but not abnormal girth. Although his member was the palest part of his body, it was still one of the best looking.

Your swollen lips invited his tip in to your welcoming mouth. You used a flat tongue to swirl the fat tip. “God Y/N it’s like you were made for this!” He moaned. Your jaw locked in an open position to allow easy passage to your throat. You gulped him down bobbing up and down as a hand came in to your hair, abating the monopoly you had in this situation. You let out small gags each time the tip hit the back of your throat. After a while you let out a bigger, louder, more intense choke signaling a need to pull back.

The head doesn’t cease as now you run your slender tongue along the veins that line his hardened cock. Coryo threw his head back, his curls flinging behind him. “Y/N, Y/N, such a good girl!” Starting at the tip and sucking in inch by inch like a straw, you took him wholly back in to your bruised hole. As you bobbed, you’d occasionally run your wet muscle along the underside of his shaft.

“Fu-uck!” Coryo’s breath grew ragged and his grip on your locks tightened. His hips bucked up towards your face as he finished. He shot ropes of thick cum down your throat. Forcing you to swallow his seed. He pulled his slightly softened cock out of your mouth. A trail of saliva connected your lips to his dick. You panted from exertion and slight asphyxiation.

“Coryo, honey, that was great.” You said, running your fingers over his rigid hip bones. He pulls you in to a heated kiss, lined with lust. His hands ran over your thighs, acting as a wall between your pillowy limbs. The kiss turned in to one with his tongue claiming your mouth as his own, an act you don’t dare defy.

“Hands and knees like the slut you are baby.” The perfunctory task felt like an impossibly intricate one, wanting to look just right for your lover. Your fastidious thoughts were interrupted by your husband rubbing his sensitive tip over your moistened hole. “Ready, Sweetheart?”

“Of course I am, Darling.” With that he pushes his tip in to your tight hole. He coerces a moan out of your sealed lips expertly. His hands find their spot on your doughy hips, squeezing tightly to steady himself as he finds his rhythm.

“You’re so tight Darling, maybe I should do this more often.” His thrusts intensify with every word. He grits his teeth. “Sometimes, I think about bending you over my desk in front of the entirety of Panem and fucking you senseless.” He growled. The thought of him showing everyone how much he cared about you was exhilarating, even if it was a “perverted” lust based expression. He flipped you over so he could see your face as he pounded relentlessly in to you.

“Coryo” You kissed him. “I’d gladly allow you to do that if it would please you, My Love.” Your dedication to him was bewildering to your childhood sweetheart. He knew you were crazy, but not that crazy. This was the kind of loyalty he expected, no, needed from a wife. His hand reached down to rub soft yet tight circles in to your eager clit.

“You’re. Such. A. Lovely. Wife. All. I. Could. Ask. For.” He kissed you in between those words. His thrusts synced also with his words. With the dual stimuli you both neared your edge. His free hand moved to squish your cheeks. Your jaw fell slack. This allowed him to spit in your mouth without spilling a drop. “Swallow.” He demanded.

You obey, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as evidence. He let out a slew of curses and praises at your action, drawing an orgasm out of both of you. As you both came, Snow collapsed on to of you. He pulled you next to him in a hug.

After you both cleaned up, you had to continue your little question and answer. “How come you decided on intimacy tonight?” You pondered.

His icy clue eyes bore in to your soul. “On top of your astounding lack of ignorance tonight,” A compliment in Coriolanus’s eyes, “I have become aware of your true feelings towards me.” Your expression drops to a pusillanimous frown. What did he know?

“I know you killed Lucy Gray.”

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girlytips · 2 years

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An interesting article about the history of the leader of the Toyoko Kids, Howl. This details his yakuza background, how he used a false title of social worker to take control of the gang, the way he went about creating the current hierarchy within the gang, and the murder and child r*pe charges he currently faces. You can find more information on this man, the face of Toyoko Kids, by searching for 「歌舞伎町卍会」. This is not an innocent group. This is a gang currently led by a r*pist, with a hierarchy, that convinces kids, teens, and young adults to run away to the red-light district, is responsible for lynchings, stabbings, child prostitution, and drug dealing. This gang is why 地雷系 is associated with any aesthetics at all, because the runaway girls who work for this gang frequently donned a few pre-existing fashions to please Howl - to try to be his "type". This is the origin of "jirai kei" as the west knows it.

#toyoko kids #kabuchiko #j*rai #歌舞伎町卍会 #トー横キッズ #yakuza #ヤクザ #tw rape #japanese #article

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goblin-g0rl · 9 months

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Barbie Legacy Challenge

This challenge has not been fully play-tested yet. So please let me know if you run into any issues!

General Rules

For each generation complete the designated career, aspiration, and skills

Each generation heir must have the 2 traits listed and 1 trait of your choice

Barbie is an unmarried and childless icon, so only generations that specify say to get married should do so

Each gen is inspired by a different Barbie, so for extra fun style your sim like the Barbie

No cheats that increase skills or needs allowed (money cheats are ok)

Anything in *asterisks* is optional

Play on whichever lifespan you prefer (short not recommended)

If you play this challenge @ me (goblin_g0rl on Twitch, Twitter, & Instagram) or use the tag #barbielegacy

Required Packs

Expansions: Get to Work, Parenthood, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, Discover University, Snowy Escape, Cottage Living, and High School Years *Growing Together & Horse Ranch*

Game Packs: Spa Day, Parenthood

Stuff Packs: Nifty Knitting

Getting Started

Start by creating your Barbie as a Young Adult and her 3 little sisters; Skipper as a Teen, Stacie as a Child, and Chelsea as a Toddler. (you can give them any names you like).

Gen 1 - Doctor Barbie

Caring for others is your passion. In the absence of your parents, you have taken on the task of raising your sisters. You love your job as a doctor, and giving back to your community thru donating to charity and volunteering with your family. Your greatest goal in life is to be the best parent to your sisters you can be, making sure they feel loved and supported.

Aspiration: Super Parent Traits: Good & Family Oriented Career: Doctor Skills: Baking & Handiness

Donate to charity or volunteer weekly

Raise all sisters to have 2 positive Character Values

*Have a Close or Supportive family dynamic with all sisters*

Gen 2 - Back to School Barbie

You've loved books and knowledge your entire life. Growing up you loved school; you'd do every project and always do your extra credit. As a teen, you took your love for books to the next level by starting to write. Your love of knowledge and the support of your sister drives you to attend university. While living in the University dorms you meet the love of your life. You continue your love of knowledge and share it with others by pursuing a career in teaching and writing in your free time.

Aspiration: Bestselling Author Traits: Perfectionist & Bookworm Career: Teacher Skills: Research and Debate & Writing

Graduate from high school as valedictorian

Graduate from University

Marry university roommate

Gen 3 - Rockstar Barbie

Growing up your parents always encouraged your creativity. It's always felt like music is a part of you. You're always singing, playing music, or dancing. Music is your greatest love, you've dabbled in romantic relationships with none sticking, but as an adult you find yourself wanting a family of your own. Your best friend is the longest relationship you've had, and after confiding in them about your desire for a child they agree to have a science baby with you.

Aspiration: Musical Genius Traits: Creative & Dance Machine Career: Entertainer Skills: Singing & DJ Mixing

Reach at least level 4 in every instrument

Have at least 3 good friends

Have a science baby with your best friend

Gen 4 - Fashion Magic Barbie

You grew up in a home full of music and creativity. Your parent always told you to follow your dreams. Fashion is your passion. As a teen, you start your online presence as a fashion simfluencer. You love creating your own fashion looks, knitting your own clothes, and photographing them. As an adult, you follow your dreams to the Fashion District in San Myshuno.

Aspiration: City Native Traits: Outgoing & High Maintenance Career: Style Influencer Skills: Knitting & Photography

As a teen complete the Admired Icon Aspiration and be a Simfluencer

Live in Fashion District entire adult life

Knit and wear 2 clothing items

Gen 5 - Animal Lovin Barbie

You've always had a deep love for animals and the outdoors. As a child, you convince your parent to adopt a cat. After growing up in the big city your desire for a simpler life drives you to move to Henford on Bagley (or Chestnut Ridge). You build your dream life full of animals, gardening, and sunshine.

Aspiration: Country Caretaker Traits: Animal Enthusiast & Loves Outdoors Career: None (your farm/ranch is your life) Skills: Gardening & Pet Training *Nectar Making*

Move to Henford on Bagley or Chestnut Ridge

Live on a lot with the Simple Living Lot Challenge

Have at least 1 of each kind of animal (excluding frogs, fish, hamsters, rats, and void critters)

Marry either your neighbor or ranch hand

Gen 6 - Malibu Barbie

You thrived growing up surrounded by animals and nature, but you always felt drawn to water. As a teen, you spend your weekends hanging out at the pool with your friends. You follow the call of the ocean to Sulani, where you immerse yourself in the culture, learning all of the secrets of the island.

Aspiration: Beach Life Traits: Child of the Ocean & Self-assured Career: Diver Skills: Charisma & Fishing

Build your Barbie Beach House

Complete shell collection

Become a mermaid

Adopt an infant or toddler

Gen 7 - You Can Be Anything Barbie

You were adopted into a loving home. Your parent always told you you could be and do anything. You love trying new things and brightening people's days. On your journey to find yourself, you fall in love with cooking and the big city. You pursue a career in politics in hopes to make more people's lives better.

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim Traits: Ambitious & Cheerful Career: Politician Skills: Comedy & Cooking

Work in the food industry (fast food, barista, or culinary) and entertainment industry (entertainer or acting) before starting Politician career

Living Spice District

Learn at least 10 of the food stall recipe

Gen 8 - Day to Night Barbie

You live by the motto "Work hard, play hard". In school, you effortlessly get A's. You have many friends and attend every event you're invited to. You work hard and excel in your career, and play hard at bars and nightclubs on the weekends. You thrive in chaos and are always up for a good time.

Aspiration: Party Animal Traits: Genuis & Party Animal Career: Business Skills: Dancing & Programming

As a teen, complete the Live Fast aspiration

Go to Bar or Nightclub at least twice a week

Go to every event you're invited to

*If playing with MC Command Center use risky WooHoo to have an accidental pregnancy after a crazy night out*

Gen 9 - Made to Move Barbie

You were unexpected but never unwanted. Your parent did their best raising you; always encouraging you and supporting your choices. You can't sit still. You're always on the move. As a teen, you start taking daily jogs and practicing yoga. As a young adult, you are always looking for your next adventure and trying new things. You adopt a dog that becomes your best friend and adventure buddy.

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast Traits: Adventurous & Active Career: Athlete Skills: Wellness & Fitness

Max Movement skill as a toddler

Max Motor skill as a child

Join either the cheerleading or football team

Do yoga daily

Have a dog and take it for a jog daily

Gen 10 - Superstar Barbie

You grew up going on adventures, but you were always more of a homebody, preferring movies and video games. You have a big personality. You're always goofing around and have a flare for the dramatic. As a child, you join the drama club as a fun creative outlet with your friends. You fall in love with acting, and it quickly becomes your dream to be world famous.

Aspiration: World Famous Traits: Goofball & Geek Career: Actor Skills: Video Gaming & Mischief

Join Drama Club

Enter video game tournaments weekly

#barbielegacy #sims challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 #sims community #barbie #sims 4

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Justin Adrian, Kansas inmate, born 1984, incarceration intake in 2020, at age 35, now released

Aggravated Battery, Sexual Battery

A former Olathe East teacher and Shawnee city councilman, and fashion model, was sentenced to jail for sexually assaulting a student.

Justin Adrian was sentenced to 32 months in prison, but because of a mediation agreement with the state, he spent 60 days in jail and then moved to probation.

Adrian was convicted in October 2019 of aggravated battery and sexual battery for sexually assaulting a student at school in 2018.

Court documents say Adrian began talking to the student on Grindr, a dating app similar to Tinder, used by gay and bisexual men. Adrian’s messages quickly became sexually inappropriate.

The next day at school, while the two were alone, Adrian locked his door and began inappropriately touching the teen, also performing oral sex on him.

Carrie Brous, an attorney for the victim’s family, has filed a civil lawsuit against the Olathe School District, claiming district administrators and the school board had prior complaints about Adrian’s behavior and did nothing to protect students.

“When they send their kids to school they should be able to trust the teachers are looking out for their best interest and are going to keep them safe and protected,” she said.

In its answer to the civil suit, the district claims the student, who is 18, consented to the sexual encounter and contributed to it.

Brous said no matter the age of a student, in Kansas it’s illegal for a teacher to have sexual relations with a student.

While Adrian has received his punishment, it’s important to the victim and his family that the school district is also held accountable so something like this does not happen again, according to Brous.

“Its been really hard and traumatizing,” she said. “He’s at the beginning of his very young life so he was at school where he was supposed to feel safe and protected allowed to be vulnerable and that was taken.”

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San Myshuno Rebuild - No CC, City Living Only

Available on the gallery ID: quiescence90

Or download the tray files from SFS

Part One | Spice Market

1. 17 Culpepper House - A starter apartment furnished for a single sim

2. 18 Culpepper House - A family apartment furnished for parent sims with two teens

3. 19 Culpepper House - A family apartment furnished for parent sims with two child sims

4. 20 Culpepper House - A comfortable family apartment furnished for parent sims with a teen, a child, and a toddler

5. 2A Jasmine Suites - A starter apartment furnished for parent sims with a toddler

6. 2B Jasmine Suites - A cozy family apartment furnished for parent sims with three children, including a toddler

7. The Old Salt House - A residential warehouse conversion furnished for parent sims with four children, including two teens

8. Waterside Warble - A karaoke bar

Part Two | Arts Quarter

1. 910 Medina Studios - A loft apartment furnished as a starter. However I did keep Salim Benali in mind, who is a writer and mentions that he sells his paintings at the flea market sometimes, should you wish to keep him here. As this loft have different floor heights, the apartment is shared as two separate rooms.

2. 920 Medina Studios - A nicer apartment furnished comfortably for parent sims with a teen

3. 930 Medina Studios - A large family apartment furnished for entertainer parent sims with a teen, a child, and a toddler. With minor adjustments you could place washer and dryer in the bathroom next to the kitchen if you want

4. 121 Hakim House - A cozy family apartment for the Jang family, which consists of comedian dad, painter mum, and one child. The parents share a study where they work on their crafts

5. 122 Hakim House - A comfortable family apartment for parent sims with 2 teens. I think the parent is an art critic. One of the teens is an avid gamer and the other is an aspiring musician.

6. Fountainview Penthouse - A single story penthouse furnished for parent sims with a teen and a child. I decided to build it simply and ended up with the same shape as the original - it just fits.

7. Casbah Arts Center (Casbah Gallery) - Arts Center venue

Part Three | Fashion District

1. 1310 21 Chic Street - A single-bedroom apartment for a style influencer

2. 1312 21 Chic Street - A starter apartment for parent sims with a toddler

3. 1313 21 Chic Street - A single starter apartment

4. 701 Zenview - A loft style apartment for a tech guru sim

5. 702 Zenview - Furnished for the Karaoke Legends household

6. Planet Llama Karaoke - Fancier karaoke bar for bigger groups

7. Torendi Tower Penthouse - A two-storeyed penthouse for parent sims with a teen and an infant, plus a guest suite and a butler's

Part Four | Uptown + Myshuno Meadows

1. 1010 Alto Apartments - A fancy two-bedroom for a small family of parent sims with an infant

2. 1020 Alto Apartments - A luxury apartment for a single sim

3. VIII Landgraab - A luxury loft apartment furnished for two roommates

4. IX Landgraab - A fancy loft apartment for the Feng household

5. 888 Spire Apartments - Another fancy loft apartment furnished for parent sims with a teen

6. Stargazer Lounge - A lounge venue which also fulfills the lot requirements for the Pool and Nightclub venues

7. Skye Fitness - A gym venue with an indoor basketball court and a small pool

8. Myshuno Meadows - A center park special venue furnished as a wedding venue with a few park items and the observatory, same as the original

#TS4 Download #TS4 World #TS4 City Living #TS4 Vanilla #TS4 San Myshuno #TS4 Lot #TS4 Residential #TS4 Apartment #TS4 Penthouse #TS4 Community Lot #TS4 Karaoke Bar #TS4 Arts Center #TS4 Lounge #TS4 Park #jqbasesave #Youtube

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The pool at Minsky’s, Las Vegas, August 1958. Photos by Allan Grant

Update: The women are unknown. The location was identified as the residence of Harold Minsky, 5712 Kelly Lane, which is now airport property. Our original article considers the history of another neighborhood known as “Naked City.”

The legend of “Naked City” – the neighborhood west of the Stratosphere – claims the area got its nickname in the 60s because of its sunbathing showgirls at various apartments.

The phrase “Naked City” was coined by photojournalist Weegee for a book published in the late 40s. It was turned into a movie, then a TV series – it became shorthand for a lawless inner city. The earliest this term was used in print for Las Vegas was consistent with this definition, a front-page Review-Journal story in 1982: “Crime is soaring in the once-fashionable area that is called ‘Naked City’ by Metro police …”

Originally called Meadows Addition, platted in the late 20s, and built up with apartments in the 50s, the neighborhood became geographically isolated as Las Vegas expanded in the 60s-70s. The rise in crime and “Naked City” moniker kept it on the front pages of Las Vegas newspaper through the 80s. Metro formed a gang detail to work the area of Tam Drive where 29 murders were linked to gang activity in ’82-83.

Some who lived in this area in the 60s & 70s never heard it called Naked City before. Sahara hotel dancer Gail McQuary: “It wasn’t called that. We had a beautiful apartment on Boston Ave and I used to walk to work.”

Others insist the legend is real. Former city councilman Steve Miller, who did not live there, says, “We called it Naked City when we were in our teens [in the 60s] because we’d see suntanning showgirls. I didn’t come up with the name, it’s just what people said.”

There was an effort to rebrand the neighborhood as Meadows Village in the late 80s, and Miller was quoted telling the suntanning story to a reporter in 1989, insisting the “Naked City” nickname was not negative. The neighborhood now falls within the boundaries of a larger area which has been called the Gateway District.

K. Lauer. "Naked City an LV Battleground,” Review Journal 6/20/82; L. Werner, R. Cornett. “For blacks, Latinos: A painful legacy,” RJ 9/4/83; “LV officials close park in Naked City,” RJ 10/17/87; D. Russel. “Naked city cleans up its act,” RJ 11/1/87; S. Whaley. “Naked City sheds its negative image,” RJ 3/8/89; M. Green. “Naked City program outlined,” RJ 1/13/93; W. Clayson. Cubans in Las Vegas. Nevada Historical Society Quarterly, Vol. 38, No. 1, Spring 1995; K. Zekan. "Tower rises from mean streets,” Las Vegas Sun, 4/26/96; Gail S. McQuary Interview (1997) by Joanne L. Goodwin, UNLV Oral History; F. Robles. ‘Marielitos’ Face Long-Delayed Reckoning: Expulsion to Cuba. The New York Times, 1/14/2017.

#1958 #Allan Grant #Showgirls

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Penny is always a bit over-eager to seem cool to the teen who lives next door. Somehow it never goes well.

(I changed things around a bit a little while after this. Originally my plan for this family was a teenager living with her grandparents, I liked the idea of a teen sim who is totally unimpressed by Penny and always patronising her, and Penny is very insecure about it 😁 I still like the idea but decided it wasn't right for the fashion district so she got aged up to a young adult and instead its her parents who've unexpectedly moved in with her. I think originally this sim was a townie from my Mt Komorebi gameplay. This was a very long and boring comment I know but I expect you all to have read it because there will be questions later!)

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 nocc #ts4 vanilla #penny pizzazz #nonoka ōbe #san myshuno

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Review: The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

Rated PG-13 for strong violent content and disturbing material

Score: 3 out of 5

The Hunger Games was my jam in my college years. Even being just a bit older than its target demographic of teenagers, it was a series of books that I readily embraced as an antidote to the big young-adult literary sensation of my own high school years, Twilight. No sparkly vampires or Mormon abstinence messages here, no, these books were dark satires about teenagers forced to kill each other, like an American version of Battle Royale or a post-apocalyptic version of The Running Man, and what's more, they were actually shockingly well-written. Even if you were the kind of guy who'd never otherwise pick up a YA novel, there's no denying the appeal of that basic premise. And then came the film adaptations, which ranged from good to damn close to classic, even if splitting the last movie into two parts was kind of a dumb idea, and all the commercialism that got attached to the series was quite ironic given the messages in the books. It's those messages that are the big reason why I'm still nostalgic for the series today, long after the YA dystopia boom has passed us by. Suzanne Collins may not have been a subtle writer, but she was a smart one, and her books, for all their pulpy sci-fi flair, were fundamentally about how difficult it is to organize a revolution against even the most obviously unjust system, and how people you think of as allies may in fact have very different goals that stand opposed to your own -- a lesson that a lot of young people raised on the series and other teen-lit wastelands had to learn themselves as they organized against real-world injustices later in the decade.

Naturally, with the 15th anniversary of the original novel having recently passed us by, somebody decided that the time was right to revisit it. Three years ago, Collins, after having held off for years, wrote a prequel novel, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (a title evocative of the trend of epic fantasy novels that took over YA literature after the sci-fi dystopia boom), about the main villain of the series that explored his youth, the early years of the titular Games, and how they intersected to turn him into the bastard he became. I haven't yet read the book, but if the movie is any indication, I want to. It's a big and bloated movie that I thought could've stood to be trimmed down in some places and padded out in others, but it's one that boasts a star-making performance from Rachel Zegler as its heroine, an interesting new twist on its series' setting, and the same thoughtfulness that elevated the original trilogy above its peers. It had my attention from start to finish despite its length, and I'm not at all disappointed by my return to the world of Panem after all these years.

Set about 64 years before the events of the first book/movie, this one is set around the time of the 10th annual Hunger Games -- which is to say, ten years after the "Dark Days", the brutal war between the Capitol and the Districts for control of Panem, the post-apocalyptic wasteland formerly known as North America. The Capitol won the war, but ten years on, the scars are still visible. The film's retro-period setting was designed to evoke the 1950s with the technology and aesthetics on display, and in practice, it specifically evokes '50s Europe on both sides of the Iron Curtain, a time when the British were still winding down their wartime rationing, the cars were tiny econoboxes, the soldiers carried G3 rifles and traveled in Unimog trucks, the new construction replacing the bombed-out ruins was mostly shit-ugly brutalist monoliths, the old elite sought to maintain an appearance of propriety by dusting off old prewar fashions, and the scars of the war were still fresh in the minds of the younger generations. It's how I imagine a post-apocalyptic world that hasn't completely forgotten 21st century science would actually look once it had the time to start rebuilding itself, retaining some elements of modern technology (color TVs, certain plot-relevant biological weapons) but lacking the means to rebuild past a mid-20th-century level of technology, infrastructure, and industry; that would have to wait for later.

It was a creative choice that highlighted not only that this film is a prequel, but also the continuity between Panem's history and what it had become in the original trilogy -- because if "modern" Panem is an exaggerated parody of 21st century Western society, then it stands to reason that "historical" Panem might resemble a similarly grotesque version of what that society looked like seventy years ago. The world of Panem has always been part of the appeal of The Hunger Games, and this film did a lot to flesh that world out, showing us not only what it once looked like but also, more importantly, how it came up with the sick idea of the Games in the first place and how it might have possibly thought it a good idea. Watching the prologue set during the war, it took no time to realize the deprivation that the citizens of the Capitol experienced, and how pissed off they probably were when they finally won their hard-earned victory and peace, the future consequences of such be damned. The Capitol looks down on the Districts the way that Europeans at the time looked down on their colonies, or the Soviets looked down on their "fellow workers' states" in the Warsaw Pact (above all else the German "Democratic" Republic).

If the film's aesthetics look backwards, however, then its themes look forward, specifically to the life experiences that a lot of the books' readers in the years after their publication. Coriolanus Snow was, in his youth, a student at an elite academy competing with 23 of his classmates for a university scholarship, with the recipient of the scholarship decided by having the students each mentor a tribute in the Hunger Games, the winner being the one who puts on the best show for the citizens of the Capitol. Again, Collins wasn't subtle, and neither is this movie. The students' struggles may not be as life-or-death as those of the tributes, but direct and obvious parallels are drawn from the start, highlighting how the Capitol's system grinds down even the children of its own elites and turns them into the worst possible versions of themselves as they compete for favor and stab each other in the back. We see Snow, initially motivated by a desire to provide for a family that lost everything in the war, slowly but surely shed his morals as he comes up with a number of what would become the Games' signature concepts (particularly making the tributes into celebrities) and develop a star-crossed romance with his mediagenic, hot-headed tribute, District 12's Lucy Gray Baird. I liked Tom Blyth as Snow, watching him transform from a naive but well-intentioned rich kid into somebody who's willing to throw everybody and everything around him under the bus to advance his own interests, such that, by the time he finally, triumphantly returns to the Capitol at the end (not really a spoiler in a prequel telling the villain's origin story), even his own dear cousin Tigris barely recognizes what he's become.

The real MVP in the cast, though, was Rachel Zegler as Lucy Gray. Implied to have been thrust into the Games thanks to a corrupt mayor in District 12 and her getting on the wrong side of a love triangle involving said mayor's daughter, from the moment she made her grand "screw you" entrance I was immediately rooting for her. Zegler gave the kind of "star in the making" performance that Jennifer Lawrence had for Katniss Everdeen, albeit playing a very different sort of character who has to learn the opposite things that Katniss later would. If Katniss was an outdoorsy survivalist who the Capitol turned into a glamorous romantic figure, then Lucy Gray is a theater kid (specifically, part of a group of traveling musicians known as the Covey) who has to learn how to fight, but one whose charisma and presence become an asset, especially once Snow realizes their potential to sway the audience to her side. Zegler carried a lot of this movie on her shoulders, from her multiple musical performances (putting her background in musical theater to great use) to her being the one who initially forces Snow to confront the ethics of the Games, with the breakdown of their relationship marking the last straw in his descent into villainy. Mark my words, Zegler is going places.

The supporting cast, too, was filled with standouts. Viola Davis devoured the scenery as the loopy scientist Dr. Volumnia Gaul who helps design some of the Capitol's bioweapons, Hunter Schafer had a small but memorable presence as Snow's cousin Tigris who watches his transformation, Jason Schwartzman played the Games' host Lucky Heavensbee like a snappy yet flippant '50s game show host, Ashley Liao made Snow's rival Clemencia such an obnoxious and cocky jackass, and Peter Dinklage playing Snow's dean at the academy as basically Tyrion Lannister as a bitter prep school headmaster, but I'll forgive it because there aren't a lot of people who play "I drink and I know things" better than him. Josh Andrés Rivera in particular got a lot to do as Snow's friend Sejanus, somebody with roots in District 2 who, even after his family got rich enough to become citizens, never forgot where he came from and voices the loudest objections to the morality of the Games. When it came to the tributes in the arena, the film sadly didn't take a lot of time to flesh out the ones not named Lucy Gray, but there were still highlights like the butch District 4 combatant Coral, Lucy Gray's District 12 partner Jessup, and the District 11 guy Reaper whose scary name turns out to be not at all indicative of his personality. The action was up to par with some of the best scenes from Catching Fire, director Francis Lawrence having lost none of his touch since the last time he worked on these films, with the bloodbath that opens the Games in particular being a hell of a one-take action scene shot largely from Lucy Gray's perspective.

Where this film ultimately let me down was its structure. It is a big movie, and there eventually comes a point where it rapidly shifts gears into something completely different, pulling Snow out of the confines of the Capitol and out into District 12. And if I'm being honest, it felt like a completely different movie from the one I'd been watching until then. It was still a good movie and an interesting story, but it felt like a whole new chapter of Snow's life where the problems he'd encountered in the first two acts, while still there, got pushed into the background as new characters and problems were introduced and Snow got sucked into the personal drama of District 12's inhabitants. I would've liked to see another scene of him interacting with his friends and family back home and keeping tabs on what's going on in the Capitol, as well as, more importantly, an scene or two in the first half of the film establishing some more of the people in Lucy Gray's life before she's chosen as tribute instead of throwing all of them at us in act three, especially given how it's all but stated that some of this drama was why she wound up in the arena in the first place. It would've been a minor change that likely would've added only a few minutes to the admittedly long runtime, but it would've alleviated a big problem I had with the third act of this movie, suddenly being asked to care about people I'd only just met knowing that there isn't a whole lot of movie left and there isn't much time to flesh them out.

The Bottom Line

This movie has a lot of, well, movie to cram in, and I'm not sure it entirely stuck the landing, but overall, it's a welcome return for a series I love, elevated by an outstanding lead performance by Rachel Zegler. Whether you're a diehard Hunger Games fan who was one of the first to snatch up the book this was based on the day it came out or a total newbie to the series who only knows it from memes, I recommend this movie.

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"The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes," Chapter 1

Part I: The Mentor

Chapter 1. Snow has cabbage. He's worried about his shirt. Tigris comes to the rescue. He insults his grandmother's singing ability. Grandman gives him a rose. He goes to the Academy. Sejanus warns of impending taxes. Dean Highbottom gives him the distrcit 12 girl.

Thoughts:

-- I decided to play a game. Let's see how many sentences into Snow's internal dialogue I can go before I roll my eyes at him. I toyed with the idea of saying it was when he refers to "district scum" which is the first paragraph but it's not a whole sentence. So it's the first full sentence on the second page, "Only one thing — herself — and the house of Snow had not yet fallen that far." Pretentious and insulting to his cousin.

-- It doesn't sound like the war was unusually bad. Not that any war is fun, but for the Districts to be punished for 76 years for their "crime" it doesn't sound like they did a genocide or war crimes or anything like that. People in the Capitol are so dramatic.

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Everyone had learned to despise waste. It was creeping back into fashion, though. A sign of prosperity, like a decent shirt.

That doesn't last.

He reached for the rose, but a thorn pierced his palm in the shaky exchange. Blood welled from the wound, and he held his hand out to keep it from staining his precious shirt. His grandmother seemed perplexed.

Blood and roses. (Also, like, come on, Coryo. Did you not know roses had thorns? I know your grandmother is a pill but this is not the thing you should be upset about.)

His front door opened onto the Corso, an avenue so wide that eight chariots had comfortably ridden side by side on it in the old days when the Capitol had put on displays of military pomp for the crowds. Coriolanus could remember hanging out the apartment windows as a young child, party guests bragging that they had front-row seats to the parades.

Do the chariots of the Tribute Parade go down the Corso? I'm a bit confused about the geography of the Capitol.

With this in mind, for the first time the tributes were to be assigned mentors. Twenty-four of the Academy’s best and brightest seniors had been tapped for the job. The specifics of what this entailed were still being worked out.

We are not told whose idea it was to pair the teenagers of the Capitol with teenagers of the Districts. Given the life or death stakes, I would expect some Capitol teens to feel bonded to their Tribute, as Coryo will (even if it's not necessarily romantic for all of them). So what am I am wondering is if this was designed to upset the future generation of leaders--possibly to stop the Games (in which case I'd guess it's Highbottom's idea) or if it is a test to see who will be the most ruthless (in which case it's probably Gaul's idea). I guess it could be both. Later it says Highbottom is "overseeing" it "personally" so maybe it was his idea?

For Coriolanus, the Plinths and their kind were a threat to all he held dear. The newly rich climbers in the Capitol were chipping away at the old order simply by virtue of their presence.

In the first chapter of The Hunger Games, Katniss's little sister is chosen to die. By contrast, Coryo's big problems are his shirt and Sejanus being a rich upstart. Oh and later, he doesn't want to pay taxes--that's a big escalation of his problems. Again, it's very hard for me not to roll my eyes at him, as I may have mentioned.

Sejanus had arrived on the school playground ten years ago, a shy, sensitive boy cautiously surveying the other children with a pair of soulful brown eyes much too large for his strained face. When word had gotten out that he’d come from the districts, Coriolanus’s first impulse had been to join his classmates’ campaign to make the new kid’s life a living hell.

Lots of kids are mean to other kids and they grow out of it. It's not that Coriolanus is remarkably good or bad here. He's just pretentious and kind of a dick. But like a regular jerk. The kind who becomes a finance bro or a tech startup. Not necessarily evil dictator level stuff. He's super basic in a way.

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #suzanne collins #fuck this kid

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if you’re hearing I LIKE YOU (A HAPPIER SONG) by POST MALONE & DOJA CAT playing, you have to know MILAN “MILLY” EDWARDS (SHE/HER; CIS WOMAN) is near by! the THIRTY-THREE year old HOTEL MANAGER has been in denver for, like, ONE YEAR. they’re known to be quite OPINIONATED, but being ADAPTABLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LAURA HARRIER. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SOUND OF A BELL RINGING, SIGHING AFTER A STUPID PHONE CALL, LIVING OFF TV DINNERS AND TAKEOUT, YEARNING FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

STATS:

full name : milan ramona edwards

nickname(s) : milly

birthplace : miami, florida

date of birth : 01 / 01 / 1990

parentage : elizabeth washington edwards & jeffrey edwards

relationship status : single

gender identity : cis woman ( she/her )

sexual orientation : heterosexual

faceclaim : laura harrier

BACKGROUND:

born in miami, florida to two… trying parents.

in no way was milan planned. in actuality, milan’s conception was meant to be no more than one last hurrah before her father left salt lake city, utah to fort hood in killeen, texas to join the military base

however, two and a half months later, sergeant jeffrey edwards receives a letter from the one and only elizabeth washington saying she’s pregnant and it has to be his

trying to do things the traditional way, the two find a way to get elizabeth to killeen and situated. around elizabeth’s four month mark, elizabeth and jeffrey decide to elope, tethering themselves together forever.

it’s around six and half months that the edwards’ are told they’re being relocated to florida.

milan isn’t due until mid january, but decides she wants to spend new years with her parents. she’s born on january 1, 1990 to a twenty-four year old jeffrey and a twenty-five year old elizabeth.

she spends the first year of her life in florida, but it’s at age one the edwards’ are told to move to seattle, and age three they’re told to move to washington d.c.

stability had never been a word milan was all too familiar with, seeing how she never lived in the same town for longer than two years at a time up until the age of eighteen

despite attending numerous public schools both on and off bases, milan had to really rely on herself if she wanted to retain any information. jumping from schools in the middle of the year always left her at a loss. either she was joining a new school ahead or behind where everyone else was.

neither of her parents were educated past the secondary level, but her mom tried to help her whenever she had time

luckily, the books and work she did seemed to be a constant in her life, which motivated her to do the work on her own. while the content of the work may have been inconsistent based on relocations, the expectation remained the same.

if she can’t control anything going on around her, she can control her own person. her grades were always good, and she always took really good care of herself. as she entered her pre-teen / teen years, she began reading different fashion magazines to figure out what to do with her hair, skin, and makeup. something she’s always had, though, is an incredible care for her teeth. it’s at age thirteen she decides she wants to go into dentistry when she gets older.

when she’s fifteen years old, jeffrey edwards is discharged from his military services. after living on bases all around the country, he decides he wants to settle down in vancouver, bc.

living in vancouver from ages fifteen to eighteen meant she was going to have a new record for place she’s lived the longest.

it’s not until things have really settled that milan notices her parents don’t seem to have the connection she thought they did. with the chaos of moving all the time with two parents working, it was never apparent to milan that they might not be a good match.

things are tense, and she hears harsh whispers across the hall when her parents believe she’s asleep.

still, they refuse to divorce. milan is almost out of the house, then they can be free to live life as they wish. after giving her years of instability, the last thing they want to do is spring yet another new life change on her. sometimes she wishes they had.

to get away from it all and back to what she’s familiar with, milan looks for a school in the states where she can get a degree in dental hygiene.

at age eighteen she moves to sacramento, california to attend carrington college. the program promises licensure in less than two years, and the sooner milan can get herself to a normal life, the better.

when she’s twenty and unfortunately after some mishaps with fiscal services and payments, milan is halfway through her program. just one more year and she’s done. and that’s when she meets her first boyfriend. she’s never been in one place long enough to really care to meet anyone, so this man is both nerve-wracking and exciting.

he is good to her. in fact, she’s never felt more COMFORTABLE in her life. with his love and support, the last year of the program is a breeze and she passes her licensing exams with flying colors.

she’s twenty-three and a year into her new job when she messes things up ROYALLY. her boyfriend’s sister is now engaged, and milan begins to think. she begins thinking of her parents timeline versus where her and her boyfriend were. they were almost the age her parents were when they had her. her parents never had the heart to tell her the truth about her conception, and although she knows their relationship is not good, she has no one else to look up to. she didn’t meet many friends parents growing up, and her parents would talk to more people on each base than she could keep up with.

for the first time in her life, milan is not fully in control of herself. sure, for the most part, everything is her choice. but wanting to be married was a decision they both had to make, and it didn’t seem like he was going to budge. before she knows it, she’s pushed too hard and he’s moving his things out.

not long after that, her parents finally decide to pull the plug on their own marriage as well. a cherry on top of the shit cake life had seemed to hand her.

with everything she knows crashing down around her, she feels herself spiraling. being a dental hygienist is not nearly as fulfilling as milan had planned for it to be, but the gig did come with some pretty decent benefits.

it’s the only way she can afford therapy. while she desperately needs multiple years to unpack everything she needs to deal with, it only takes a year for her to decide she needs to find a new job.

when her and her boyfriend were together, she was always the one planning dinners and parties, and she always felt her calmest when doing so. her therapist suggests it gives her the opportunity to have control, something she’d lacked the majority of her life. so, getting a degree in hospitality management and seeking jobs in that field seems like a no brainer.

she’s twenty-nine when she finally finishes school for the second time. she knows through social media that her ex has found his way to denver, colorado, and seems to have found peace for himself.

they haven’t spoken since he in years, but she ( hesitantly ) reaches out to catch up. she asks how he’s liking the city and what it’s done for him. in the end, she asks if denver is big enough for the both of them. ❛ I WANT SOME OF THAT PEACE YOU’VE GOT, ❜ she jokes.

to her surprise, he says yes. she goes back to work as a dental hygienist while planning small events on her off time. that, and selling most of the things still remaining in the apartment she never moved out of, seemed to be a bit lucrative. she saves enough money to get her to denver by february 2022, and her parents were kind enough to chip in what they could to help.

she quickly found a job at a hotel-- a receptionist, but there’s always room for growth. she moves up fairly quickly. it’s not long before she’s promoted to hotel manager.

she’s currently still trying to find her footing of life in a new(ish) town with a new(ish) career. overall, my girl is strugglin !!!!!

#this is an essay im so sorry yall dont have to read this #anyways hi!!!!!#chq;intro

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