#was it jessup

[cant-find-anyone-elseeee]

there was a moment when the people in the movie theatre and the capitol audience in the stands were laughing at the same things, having the same reactions to the games, to the deaths, to flickermans jokes, to the doctor's announcement...i wonder aren't we watching it for entertainment too

suzanne collins' books may exist in popular culture as "dystopian", but they have always been a meticulous and startlingly close social critique of our world. at what point does our own idolization of the movies and the books repeat that story? we watch just as the capitol audience does.

all dystopia eventually crosses a line from realistic futurism to current relevancy. how long will it take us to realize we've already crossed that line with these books? and the very people who need to realize this are the ones in that audience...real or fake, we're the same: consuming and consuming.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #hunger games #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #connor jessup #reaper #suzanne collins #katniss everdeen #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark #snowbaird #mockingjay #sejanus plinth #quotes #thg #thg katniss #tbosas #dystopia #futurism

[allovesthings]

One of the things all four victors of District 12 have in common is that all of them stayed with a dying tribute so that theirs passing could be at least peaceful.

Lucy Gray held Jessup as he died.

Haymitch held Maysilee as she died.

Katniss held Rue as she died

And Peeta held the girl Morphling as she died.

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #haymitch abernathy #jessup #maysilee donner #peeta mellark #thg #tbosas spoilers #tbosas book spoilers

[joshuaballsett]

#connor jessup

[rookesbane]

Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself.

#hoping this hasn't been done already #but oh well #this quote wouldn't let me rest from the moment i read it so i had to #the thought of snow patterning peeta’s hijacking after the lucy gray/jessup fiasco #while unwittingly patterning it out of his and lucy gray’s falling out is making me unhinged #anyway the ‘rabid boy’ gif out of context is so funny to me lmao #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #mockingjay #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #everlark #snowbaird #thg #tbosas #tbosas edit #thg edit #mine #*mine: edits

[margokesses]

Cannot stop thinking about thresh and reaper in the hunger games movie. Two black boys who are shown to really strong and could easily take out the other tributes. And how they're precieved as violent because of it.

But when they enter the arena they're seen as the exact opposite. The only death that we see thresh take on screen is clove bc she kept bragging about rue's death. Which we can tell hurt him bc if you look at scenes before the games he seems to be protective of her. And he could have easily killed katniss but he spares her life because katniss humanized rue.

And with reaper. We're told that he killed a peacekeeper in his district and he threatens snow but in the arena its shown that the only thing he cares about is protecting dill. He even defends her from attackers in the beginning and tells her to stick by his side.

And I cannot stop thinking about rue's death. And how although it is violent (a spear through her body) it's not shown in a grotesque way (I don't think we even see blood when she pulls it out). And with dill it's a similar situation. A girl with tuberculosis who drinks water that she doesn't know is filled with rat poison. And when she drinks it she doesn't convulse or do anything dramatic she just lays down and dies.

And I can't stop thinking about how those deaths are instantly humanized. Katniss and reaper both scream in anger when they find out about it. They cry about it. And then they instantly mourn her. Katniss stays with rue until the end and sings with her until she passes and then gathers flowers to give her a proper burial. And it's the same with dill. Reaper grabs her body (and the other tributes and removes their weapons) and he covers them with the flag of the capitol. To show that they're the cause of tributes deaths.

And then katniss and reaper bodly faces the camera and expresses disdain for what's going on. Katniss raises the 3 finger salute and reaper screams "are you gonna punish me now??"

And I cannot stop thinking about how when thresh dies you don't see any of it you just hear screams. And when marcus is in the arena he is tied up and beaten and shown as an example bc he ran away and he could have easily died a violent death from the other tributes. But he is given a mercy killing by another tribute. And when Jessup dies. It's because he has rabies from protecting Lucy gray from the bats on the train. But he also dies in a non violent way bc he was given water to scare him away and he just ends up accidently falling. And how when reaper dies its him being engulfed in snakes because he finally accepted his fate.

And idk this probably doesn't make sense bc it's currently 4am in the morning but as a Black fan I am glad that in a world where my people are constantly dehumanized and our graphic deaths are released in video format for the world to see and be desentized too....

It's nice to not see anything violent and dehumanizing about us in a series about kids dying to the death. Like everyone knows that the black kids are gonna die but they could have done something really violent with them and it's nice to not see that happen.

#the hunger games #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #reaper ash #thresh #rue #jessup diggs #marcus #dill #hush ke #my only critique is the colorism in rue and dill casting but that's a topic for another time

[kald-dal-art]

More TBOSAS fan art of moments that didn’t make it in the movie. So a moment that made me cry, a moment I thought was sweet and a moment that threw me completely off guard and I had to reread it like 5 times to make sure I read it correctly 😭

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg #the hunger games #jessup diggs #lysistrata vickers #coral tbosas #mizzen tbosas #mizzen #coral #tanner #tanner tbosas #district 12 #district 4 #district 10 #procreate #illustration #animation #first proper attempt at something animation related lol #going to start animation soon at school so just wanted to test it out before haha #the hunger games fan art #hunger games #hunger games fanart #thg fanart #tanner is such a unsettling guy in the book lol #a total menace ngl still love him though

[chamomile-tea-time]

thinking about when lysistrata was talking about how jessup saved her in the arena explosion and the interview camera man, lepidus, says "oh, like a dog. a really good one." and she clapped back with "no, like a human."

that is my GIRL

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #lysistrata vickers #jessup diggs #wow.

[katnissmellarkkk]

as i was watching the ballad movie last night, my sister leaned over to me during the scene where jessup rabidly attacks lucy gray and said “so this is where snow got the idea to hijack peeta” and while that’s probably not exactly correct because doubtful old coryo kept this exact moment filed away for 65 years on the off chance he may want to use it for inspo, i couldn’t help but feel like visually it created quite a parallel. jessup chasing after the girl who cared for him, who refused to abandon him despite the arena and tried to keep him alive despite his obvious injury. i definitely saw the resemblance, between two rabid boys and the two songbirds who cared for them (to obviously varying degrees).

only difference is peeta didn’t stay rabid. just like the two girls, peeta was also a survivor.

#not that that’s Jessups fault lololol #thg #hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #everlark #coryo snow #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #coriolanus snow #lucy gray #snowbaird #jessup #500 #text post ✨✍🏻🤎

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Concept art for Ratatouille (2007) by Harley Jessup

#disney #pixar #ratatouille #harley jessup #disney concept art #animation art #disney animation #art #artwork #disneyedit #pixar art

[fang-venkas]

Lucy Gray during the 10th hunger games:

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #thg #tbosas #reaper ash #jessup digs #coral #lamina #marcus #treech #mizzen #10th hunger games #the Capitol #district 12

[crazycriter]

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lamina tbosas #coral tbosas #treech tbosas #treemina #jessup diggs #sejarcus #sejanus plinth #marcus tbosas #snowjanus #coriolanus snow #rahhh more of these #jessup and lucy gray my best friends #movie treech orintated sadly

[allovesthings]

I've finished the ballad of songbirds and snakes (the hunger games prequel) and one of the idea Dr Gaul has, is that when we are at our most desperate, we are willing to do anything for survival, we become "beasts" and that "beast" is our actual nature as human beings (and by extension, that's why we need the control and the hunger games) but when you actually read the books, the actual 10th hunger games prove her absolutely wrong but she completely ignore the things that doesn't work with her narrative.

Lamina mercy killing Marcus at the risk her own safety.

Lucy Gray staying with Jessup and comforing him while he dies after he chased her through the tunnels because he was sick.

Reaper refusing to fight anybody to the death and giving the dead some dignity and Lucy Gray giving him that dignity back by putting the flag back on him and the other tributes after he dies even if she did poison him.

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas reaper #jessup #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #lamina #the hunger games #dr gaul #volumnia gaul #tbosas spoilers

[imsofuckingdonewiththisgoddamn]

When Our Stars Cross Paths; Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 1.55k

Warnings: None

“You alright, DuPont?”

You was snapped out of your thoughts as Clemensia entered the bathroom you were currently brooding in. Her eyes were fixed on the rim of the sink you were currently stood over, glossy red nails digging into the sleek marble. It was reaping day, and unlike most of your peers, the games didn’t elicit boredom or disinterest. They evoked anger.

As much as your parents wanted to believe they had raised a Capitol sweetheart, you were as passionate about the cruelty of the Hunger Games as your dear friend Sejanus, maybe even more at times. You had cried yourself to sleep the first year the games were broadcasted out of sheer disgust and heartache, not being able to stomach the sight of all the gore and death. From that day forward, you had spent every reaping day locked away in your room, silently mourning children you would never be able to save. This year however, you and a handful of your fellow classmates had been asked personally by the Dean to make an appearance at the school’s broadcast of the reapings. Most had quickly came to the conclusion that the annual winner of the Plinth Prize, a hefty sum of money that Sejanus’s father annually awarded to the highest performing student, was going to be announced. The prize money failed to excite you as well. While you were one of the top scoring students of your class, you had more than enough money to put you and half of the student body through University. You assumed however, Coriolanus, another one of your classmates, would be eyeing that award.

You turned to face Clemensia, who had grown worried by your prolonged silence, Opting to stare aimlessly into the gold rimmed mirror instead of answering her. Your hands released the cool stone of the sink, and instead twisted together and wrung out, as if there was an invisible towel in your hands. Lips pursing together, attempting to force some form of a smile.

“Never better Clemmie!”

Your eyes grazed over the clusters of people as you entered the main hall. Clemensia had split off from you to go join Coriolanus and Festus Creed, who were having what appeared to be a rather one-sided conversation. Across from them you could see Dean Casca Highbottom trying to not-so-subtly intoxicate himself with morphling drops. Despite him being the creator of the Hunger Games, you were shocked he was still allowed to make public appearances, let alone give speeches. Your eyes finally landed on Sejanus, who was standing off in one of the corners of the room, a scowl prominent on his face.

“Sejanus!” You called to him, as you made your way over to where he was standing, being careful to not let your velvety black dress get snagged on anything as you weaved between students and staff members.

“Ms. DuPont, to what do I owe the pleasure?” His voice dripping with over sophisticated sarcasm as you approached. What was likely his first smile of the day creeping onto his tan face.

“How are you holding up?” Your voice lowering down to what was just below a whisper. Unlike you, Sejanus was born in the districts, only moving to the Capitol after his father made a risky bet, siding against the district rebels during the war. As a reward, the Capitol offered him and his family a place in the city, with an income that put even yours to shame. Although he was only eight when he left, part of Sejanus had always resented his father for making him and his Ma leave District two. Here he was ostracized by the majority of his peers, and merely tolerated by the rest. The reapings were just another reminder of another thing he had lost when he left. His sense of belonging.

“I don’t understand…” The boy’s former smile was quickly replaced by a grimace. “How can they all act so nonchalant about all this?? Like this is just any other day?”

You knew deep down he was feeling guilty, for the money he had, the immunity he was granted, all of it. While he was safe in the Capitol, all his former classmates from district two were at risk of being selected as tribute, most of whom were even at their young age dropping out of school to work, just to support their families. You wanted to comfort the boy more than anything, to tell him he wasn’t alone and that you understood the agony he was going through. But the words refused to leave your mouth, already choked up at the sight of your friend in front of you. Instead you chose to gently place a hand on his shoulder, tracing the intricate detailing of his suit as you tried to collect yourself, so you would be able to console the compassionate boy. “It’s going to be fine Sejanus, we’ll figure out wh-”

Your attempts at comforting the boy were cut short by the sound of a throat clearing at the front of the hall. Dean Highbottom had taken his place in front of a large wooden podium, where a woman with graying hair and cold dead eyes stood. A shiver was sent down your spine as you caught a glimpse of them, the one milky white eye contrasting against the electric blue one. The woman had a sinister aura and you could feel yourself backing away out of instinct. On either side of her TVs displayed the beginnings of the reapings, cameras giving brief flashes of each of the twelve districts, where children were standing in fenced off sections. Your heart sank as the grainy footage showed a cluster of twelve year old girls from what you believed to be district eleven. All wide eyes and jerky movements, this was the first year that they were at risk of being reaped.

“I’m assuming you all are waiting for news of the Plinth Prize?” The Dean was clearly more than just a little inebriated by the sound of it, yet his words inspired an excited buzz to fill the hall, with many of your fellow peers speculating on who would be this year’s recipient.

“I’m here to inform you that the prize will work a little differently this year.” Highbottom’s voice echoed off the walls as an anticipatory silence fell over the crowd.

“Twenty four of the top accomplished students will each receive a tribute that is reaped today, to mentor and guide throughout the games. Whichever mentor gets their tribute to…perform the best, will receive the prize. Winning will be taken into consideration, but will not be the deciding factor.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You turned to face Sejanus to see if he was in as much shock as you were. How were a group of capitol kids who had no experience whatsoever with fighting or survival skills supposed to “guide” their tributes?? Considering what the Capitol was forcing them to do, you would be surprised if any of them would even speak to you.

Sejanus returned your stare, a look of imminent dread appearing on his face. Knowing his father, he had probably already bribed the dean to give him a tribute from District two.

Highbottom then began to roll of the names of students who would act as mentors, coinciding with the reapings from each district, as photos of the tributes appeared on the TVs, their names listed below them.

“District two male, Sejanus Plinth…” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sejanus sink lower into his seat. You silently reached over to grasp his hand as a photo of a well built eighteen year old boy appeared on the TV to your left. He had wide set shoulders and a scowl smeared across his face as a group of Peacekeepers ushered him onto the stage, nudging him in the back with the butts of their riffles. In large text below his figure you could read out the name Marcus. From the apparent misery plastered across your friend’s face, it was easy to assume that the two had known at each other at one point.

As the Dean went down the list of mentors, you found yourself zoning out, trying to think of ways in which you would be able to help your tribute. You would need to find out whether or not they were of any use with a weapon, and if not, where would they be able to hide and lay low. As your mind raced with all different types of scenarios you would need to prepare your tribute for, you almost missed Dean Highbottom calling out your name.

“District seven male, Y/N DuPont…”

Eyes bolting up to the screens in front of you, you were met with the sight of him. He was well built like Marcus, with dark curls peeking out from under a worn out hat. He looked like he was your age— seventeen or maybe eighteen, yet his eyes were those of a young child, filled with fear and terror. His olive skin seemed to have drained of all its color as he was marched to the platform, Peacekeepers on either side of him.

Your eyes trailed down the screen to where his name was listed…

‘Treech’

A/N

I haven’t seen enough fanfics for this man, so I decided to make one myself! Let me know if you would like a part two!

xoxo

#treech tbosas #treech x reader #tbosas #the hunger games #fluff #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #tbosbas x reader #thg #thg series #imagine #enemies to lovers #district 7 #lucy gray baird #hunger games x reader #sejanus plinth #jessup diggs #reaper ash #clemensia dovecote #casca highbottom #tbosbas spoilers #tbosbas fanfiction #tbosbas imagine #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosbas fic

[random-brushstrokes]

Georgia Mills Jessup - Rainy Night, Downtown (1967)

#women painters #georgia mills jessup #american art #abstract art #1960s

[papakhan]

realised I've never redrawn the intro even tho I obsess over it constantly, so here it is. I genuinely think this might be the best piece of art I've ever done

#fallout new vegas #fnv #benny gecko #jessup #mcmurphy #my art #great khans #txt

[kald-dal-art]

Finally after so long I have an access to a scanner so have some of my THG/TBOSAS drawings from my sketchbooks, so hope you enjoy these

#the hunger games #thg #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #thg fanart #tbosas fanart #annie cresta #mags flanagan #lucy gray baird #jessup diggs #mizzen tbosas #coral tbosas #lysistrata vickers #lamina tbosas #tanner tbosas #treech tbosas #cecelia thg #the morphlings #thg oc #sketchbook #sketches #watercolor #fan art #district 2 #district 4 #district 6 #district 7 #district 8 #district 10 #district 12