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#Blogtour The Sleeping Beauties by Lucy Ashe
 Itâs my turn on the Blogtour The Sleeping Beauties by Lucy Ashe. About the Author After training at the Royal Ballet School for eight years, Lucy Ashe decided to change career plans and go to university, where she read English Literature before doing a PGCE teaching qualification, and she is now a teacher. Her poetry and short stories have been published in a number of literary journals andâŠ
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#Blogtour#Historical Fiction#Lucy Ashe#Magpie Books#One World Publishing#Random Things Tour#The Sleeping Beauties
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#arc review#arc reader#arc reviewer#book review#book reviewer#book blog#book blogger#book influencer#netgalley#union square & co#the dance of the dolls#lucy ashe#historical fiction#historical romance#psychological fiction#women's fiction#womens fiction#coming soon#upcoming book#upcoming release#upcoming book release
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i need someone to talk about reaper ash from district eleven. i need someone to talk about him and how he had collected his fellow tributesâ body one by one after they died and covered them with ripped out flags as a way to give them their own resting place in the arena. and i need someone to talk about how, after lucy gray had tired him out, he just made his way to his own makeshift morgue, rested beside his fellow fallen tributes, and covered his body with the flag before he himself died.
and how that was literally all he did. he didnât kill anyone there (which was not said to uplift him from the others because it is a kill-or-be-killed situation, just to make a point) despite what he had said to them the night before, and how he had his own way of resisting against the capitol by refusing to play its games. someone talk about him!!!!!
#i can talk about so many things from this book#not sure if i can do it well and intelligibly but!!#seriously there are SOO many things to uncover here#reaper ash#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#lucy gray baird#the hunger games#thg#talking
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Book Review: Clara & Olivia by Lucy Ashe
Book Review: Clara & Olivia by Lucy Ashe @RandomTTours @OneworldNews @LSAshe1 @PointBlankCrime #BookReview #BookBlog #BookTwt #Thriller #HistoricalFiction #DebutNovel #BookRec
Title: Clara & Olivia Author: Lucy Ashe Publisher: Magpie (a Oneworld imprint) Pages: 320 Release Date: 2nd Feb, 2023 Thank you Random Things Tours for the chance to read and review Clara & Olivia by Lucy Ashe. Iâve been told by a few people that I donât often tell them if I loved or hated a book at the start, they need to figure that out while reading my review. So for this book Iâd likeâŠ
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#book review#book tour#Clara & Olivia#historical fiction#historical thriller#Lucy ashe#magpie#oneworld#psychological thriller#Random Things Tours#thriller
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I'm just thinking about people who say Snow despises Katniss because he sees Lucy Gray in her...but what feels more painful to me is that Katniss (and Peeta to a certain degree) not only embodies the qualities that the capitol despises the most regarding the districts, but Snow can see so many people involved with those 10th hunger games tributes in her:
He sees Lamina looking at Marcus in pain and killing him out of sheer mercy in Katniss shooting Cato as a mercy kill.
He sees Reaper Ash's burial and defiance by giving his fellow districts a dignified death and sepulture when Katniss remained by Rue's side and decorated her grave with flowers.
He kind of sees Coral, albeit in a much more ironic way, this girl who was ruthless and embraced such violence with the purpose to protect herself and her district partner, the one she nurses back to health and refuses to leave behind, with the wish to have either one of them survive the games, only to realise it was all for nothing once she loses him and is about to die, when she loses her frail little sister at the hands of District 13.
He sees Sejanus standing for the revolution and fighting for others in detriment of his own safety, maybe not even taking the best judgement at times, in Katniss and not only her protection of Peeta, Rue, Mags, Wiress, but also her general place in the rebellion and restless pursuit of saving Peeta.
He sees Lucy Gray, who stood by Jessup's side until his last breath and refused to abandon him, that never conformed to what the capitol expected from her, and her long lasting and unbreakable heritage and print in Katniss' during the entire saga, but especially in the song that haunted him once as a reminder of the monster he truly is, and that came back to haunt him again in his downfall.
But most importantly, he sees himself, a man defined by his sense of survival, by his practicality and selfpreservation, in this less than 18 year old girl, and that's what terrifies him the most about that district 12 girl: the fact she forces him to confront that he caused so much pain out of a hunger that was never justified, that he could have made SO many things differently, and that most importantly, different to what he would try to say to himself, there was always another choice, and he might have not chosen the correct one every single time it came to deciding what path to take.
#just some ramblings#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thg#the hunger games#katniss everdeen#coriolanus snow#reaper ash#lamina tbosas#coral tbosas#sejanus plinth#lucy gray baird
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Reread TBOSAS because the movie is coming out soon (Going to watch it on Tuesday actually :))) so drew some of the tributes of the 10th game. Mostly a combination on how I imagined them when reading and a bit of the pictures that has been released of them of how they look in the movie :)
#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#thg#tbosas#lucy gray baird#reaper ash#dill tbosas#coral tbosas#mizzen tboas#lamina tbosas#district 12#district 11#district 4#district 7#thg fanart#tbosas fanart#artists on tumblr#fan art#digital art#procreate#hunger games#the 10th hunger games#when it comes to the how the movie designs influenced me I just drew that from memory#didnât look up any pictures while drawing this#anyways the tributes of the 10th game lives rent free in my head#kind of want to draw Jessup tanner and brandy now :]#dill#coral#mizzen#lamina
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in my reaper brainrot era because how on earth do you not stan a boy who was so defiant to the end that even as he died, he never begged or pleaded or cried, just calmly accepted his fate, because he was never going to give them the satisfaction of putting on the show they wanted, would never allow himself to be a pawn in any of their games, because fuck that and fuck them and fuck anyone who had anything to do with it
#reaper ash#dimitri abold#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#thg#lucy gray baird#rachel zegler#coriolanus snow#tom blyth#sejanus plinth#josh andres rivera#volumnia gaul#viola davis#casca highbottom#peter dinklage
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Tributes taking a stand against The Capitol.
THE HUNGER GAMES (2012), dir. Gary Ross CATCHING FIRE (2013), dir. Francis Lawrence MOCKINGJAY PART ONE (2014), dir. Francis Lawrence THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES (2023), dir. Francis Lawrence
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#thgedit#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosasedit#tbosas#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#lucy gray baird#reaper ash#dailyflicks#cinematv#cinemapix#filmtv#filmedit#filmgifs#paletmblr#userpastel#cinematicsource#moviegifs#thg#movies#mine#i loved the shots with the fourth wall breaking but i couldnt not include the tributes holding hands#there are so many small acts of rebellion in this saga that make me cry#but these are the most impactful i guess
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Reaper Ash who apologised to each tribute personally for having to kill them; armed with a pitchfork and long knife, ready to engage- but in the end, never did.
Reaper Ash who was unable to make sense of the scene before him, the stabbed bodies of Tanner and particularly Lamina; who lifted Lamina up, carried her over to where Bobbin and Marcus lay, and arranged the three in a row on the ground. Reaper Ash who dragged Tanner beside Lamina; who spent the next hour collecting Dill and then Sol; who likely dragged Jessup's body over and lifted Wovey into his arms and laid them with the other tributes; who although gaunt and unsteady, teetered over to Teslee and Mizzen and did the same. Reaper Ash who only took notice of Lucy Gray when she dared to touch Treech's body then assumed the job of transporting Treech, placing him neatly with the rest.
Reaper Ash who lay Dill in the sun in her final moments; who watched Lucy Gray fill her pockets and let her go; who traded protection from the sun to Lamina for some bread and cheese; who when Lamina pointed out the pack, chose not to engage but, withdrew behind the barricades; who made no move to kill Lucy Gray when it came down to him and her as the final two tributes.
Reaper Ash who the only times we know of him hurting people were when he killed a peacekeeper and strangled Coriolanus Snow.
Reaper Ash who tied the piece of the flag he cut for Lamina around himself like a cape, spinning slowly, looking back over his shoulder to watch it fly out behind him; who ran, spreading his arms out as the flag streamed in the sunlight.
Reaper Ash who cut away swath after swath of the Panem flag to preserve what little dignity remained of him and his fallen, fellow tributes; who swatted away the flies then shielded their bodies and his.
Reaper Ash who said he'd make it up to the other tributes when he wins by taking revenge on the Capitol- but he didn't need to win to take revenge on the Capitol to make it up to them. Reaper did that by not participating; by giving his fellow tributes what respect that he could in their deaths- an act of rebellion against the Capitol and the games in itself and probably the reason why they began removing the bodies of the dead.
Reaper Ash who didn't let the games change him; who didn't let the games turn him into some kind of monster that he was not.
#I am very emotional about Reaper Ash#Reaper Ash#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#the hunger games#thg series#tbosbas#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes spoilers#tbosbas spoilers#peeta mellark
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why did i just now realize that Jesse is suggesting to shorten it to The Wicked Powers đ
#cassandra clare#the dark artifices#kit herondale#kit x ty#ty blackthorn#jace herondale#ash morgenstern#the wicked powers#alec lightwood#clary fairchild#jaime rosales#mark blackthorn#lucie herondale#jesse blackthorn#emma carstairs#julian blackthorn#james herondale#anna lightwood#thomas lightwood#alastair carstairs#cordelia carstairs#the shadowhuter chronicles#dru blackthorn#isabelle lightwood#magnus bane#twp#tda#simon lovelace#ghosts of the shadow market#thais pedroso
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lucy lawless holding weapons
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#fuck me gently with a chainsaw
LUCY LAWLESS AS RUBY KNOWBY Ash vs Evil Dead (2015-2018)
#lucy lawless#ash vs evil dead#avededit#evildeadedit#horroredit#tvedit#userrobin#userbrittany#userbbelcher#userhorroredits#ladiesofcinema#femaledaily#horrorwomensource#femalegifsource#femalecharacters#dailytvwomen#cinematv#cinemapix#ruby knowby#daniedits#it's aved season again#literally always thinking about her#and that chainsaw. apparently.
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Thinking about the funny age misconceptions that would occur in TSC due to immortality & faerie
Like Tessa and Lucie def had a period where they were mistaken for twins when out in public together
Emma and Julian are out to lunch with Tessa and Jem and someone calls âCarstairsâ for an order and both Emma and Jem stand up out of habit but then the staff thinks that they are the oneâs who are married (bc they look nothing alike)
Poor Clary would be triggered bc she and Ash donât look that far apart in age to begin with combined with the fact that Ash is way taller than her someone would mistake Clary for being Ashâs younger sister đ
Tessa eternally looks like a college kid and Kit will be 18 so some mundane could def mistake Tessa for being Kitâs girlfriend if they saw Kit hugging her đ
#the wicked powers#kit herondale#the shadowhunter chronicles#the dark artifices#ash morgenstern#tessa gray#jem carstairs#lucie herondale#clary fairchild#julian blackthorn#emma carstairs#twp#tsc#tda#tlh
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When Our Stars Cross Paths; Treech x Mentor!Reader
Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader
Word Count: 1.55k
Warnings: None
âYou alright, DuPont?â
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 didnât 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 schoolâs 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 Sejanusâs 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.
âNever better Clemmie!â
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.
âSejanus!â 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.
âMs. DuPont, to what do I owe the pleasure?â His voice dripping with over sophisticated sarcasm as you approached. What was likely his first smile of the day creeping onto his tan face.
âHow are you holding up?â 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.
âI donât understandâŠâ The boyâs former smile was quickly replaced by a grimace. âHow can they all act so nonchalant about all this?? Like this is just any other day?â
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 wasnât 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. âItâs going to be fine Sejanus, weâll figure out wh-â
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.
âIâm assuming you all are waiting for news of the Plinth Prize?â 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 yearâs recipient.
âIâm here to inform you that the prize will work a little differently this year.â Highbottomâs voice echoed off the walls as an anticipatory silence fell over the crowd.
âTwenty 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 toâŠperform the best, will receive the prize. Winning will be taken into consideration, but will not be the deciding factor.â
You couldnât 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 âguideâ 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.
âDistrict two male, Sejanus PlinthâŠâ 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 friendâs 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.
âDistrict seven male, Y/N DuPontâŠâ
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 ageâ 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 listedâŠ
âTreechâ
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I havenât seen enough fanfics for this man, so I decided to make one myself! Let me know if you would like a part two!
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#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
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Ash vs Evil Dead (2015-2018) S2E5 Confinement
#ash vs evil dead#tvedit#wlwsource#dailyflicks#lucy lawless#got to this ep with my friend today <3#the context doesn't matter <3#gif*
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