So we all know the 75th Quell wasn’t just for Katniss now, right??
It was - get rid of Finnick, people tell him too much and like him too much
It was - get rid of Mags (she’ll volunteer to save anyone), she’s always been too much of a rebel and cares more about the tributes than the games (i.e. hiding Finnick from cameras)
It was - get rid of Beetee, we’re finally done with him (I want to know why he’s suddenly disposable though). But let’s make it as awful as possible and remind him every day what his son was feeling in his own last days
It was - get rid of Wiress (and also show the world what she’s become) because she never should have won (and we’ll show people what happens when you think you’re smarter than the Capitol)
It was - get rid of Johanna Mason, we killed everyone she loved and it didn’t break her enough so now we can’t control her
And of course, it was - get rid of those rebels from 12
But it wasn’t just punishment for Katniss. She had no idea how influential and volatile of a group they were.
Honestly, I feel like the 3rd Quell might have actually worked if the Capitol hadn’t decided to just send all the most rebellious and threatening victors into them. You can’t put 10+ people who rebelled in their own games back into an arena (and this time they’re all together) and expect it to go well for you???
On my walk home
idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.
Something about the story of Lucy Gray, something about her disappearing in the snow, something about her song echoing in the mockingjay song, something about the woods of District 12, something about fire melting snow, something about dandelions peaking through the melting winter, something about the katniss being not quite ready to pick but growing, something about jabberjays mating with mockingbirds and making mockingjays, something about mockingbirds and mockingjays being the birds that inhabit the districts, something about nature and folktales and folk songs and mountains and forests and birds and the falseness of the Capitol not being able to reach it or understand it or predict it, something in it makes me think The Hunger Games and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes are pieces of literary genius.
! TBOSAS SPOILERS
Honestly, after watching TBOSAS, I had so many questions. I was asking myself why Lucy Gray left Coryo, and even though after some reasearch I came to the conclusion that's it because even she became afraid of what he could do to her (kill her), I'm still not exactly sure. While watching that scene at the shack, I really felt like it deeply pained Lucy Gray to leave. I was so sure they loved each other and wondered; why, if she loves him, did she go? What is because since he turned his bestfriend in she was scared he would eventually do the same with her? I thought that if they were in love Lucy Gray would try to talk with him or something but then the scene in the woods really shook me. When he realised she tricked him with the snake (and still with that I'm not a hundred% sure) he turned mad. I feel like it was in this scene he realised he lost everything. Lucy Gray left him and I think it's then that he felt so much anger because HE helped her survived. If he hadn't given her scent to the snakes or hadn't given her poison she would've died, so maybe he felt betrayed that she would leave him so easily when he sacrificed so much for her.
I also wondered why he killed Dean and I think it's because he wanted to finish all that came his way and what/who contradicted what he had once believed? I mean their last dialogue is about the fact that it was because of him and Coryo's father that the Hunger Games began, and I thought Coryo, out of anger that Dean brought his father in the conversation, would kill him then, but the poison already was in the morphin. So I think after he lost Lucy Gray in the woods and came back to the Capitol, with the poisoned morphin, all he wanted was to prove to himself that all his efforts would come to an end, because honestly, at the end of the day, he did all of this for himself.
He exposed his best friend, which got him killed, only because it put him in danger. He was probably ready to kill Lucy Gray if ever she became a danger to his life. What I find confusing is the radical change, because in the first half of the movie all he wanted was for Lucy Gray to survive and sacrificied so much for her, so why and how did he change sides so fast? Killing the boy in the arena and feeling powerful is probably a factor of the questions appearing in his mind after that.
Overall I feel like he could have stayed in the light, and stayed good. My biggest question is If Lucy Gray stayed at the shack, would everything be different? Would they have runned together far away and establish a quiet life? Which is really to say that it's all Lucy Gray, and her leaving Coryo is what finally made him fall and turn evil.
(PS(?): The movie was amazing! Perfect cast, perfect everything! Loved it from start to finish.)
so you’re telling me that after what happened to louella/lou lou haymitch had to watch peeta come back from the capitol as a “mutt version of himself” and question whether the shell of a human with peeta’s face was even peeta at all
and he had to do all that SOBER???
"Bleed the Sky"
The sky bursts open,
not gently,
not softly,
but like a body breaking,
like something holding on for too long
finally letting go.
The first drop hits—
hot asphalt hisses,
dust rises like ghosts startled awake,
and the earth opens her mouth
like she’s starving.
There’s no beauty here.
No poetry.
Just the raw writhing of water finding cracks,
finding hunger,
finding every place that aches or crumbles or waits.
The rain doesn’t ask permission.
It doesn’t care where it falls—
forest, rooftop, desert, skin.
It pounds against leaves as if to punish them
for turning their faces away,
fills the throats of rivers
until they choke on their own rushing,
slides down windowpanes like tears
too heavy to hold back.
And it keeps going.
There is no tenderness in this.
This is not about grace.
This is about gravity and surrender,
the weight of billions of tiny impacts
stripping the world bare.
And something in you loosens—
against your will,
unraveling in the rhythm,
in the relentless pounding that reminds you of your own breaking,
of the times you couldn’t stop falling.
You stand there,
letting it hit you,
letting it drench everything you thought was safe.
Maybe this is what healing feels like:
not silent, not soft,
not clean.
But messy.
Wet hands in the dirt,
skin soaked,
blurry vision as everything spills.
The rain knows.
It always knows.
It comes to destroy,
and in the destruction
it leaves something you didn’t know you were—
raw, gasping,
and growing.
noticing trends in your own ocs personalities can make you stare at your keyboard like. okay motherfucker take it to the therapist office not the toyhouse profile.
i dont think my mental state can handle "class of 2013" by mitski right now
Guandalupe Nettel, from her novel titled "Stillborn," originally published in 2020