#VOTE NO TO SNOW

[katnissandpeetamellark]

Reminder that it’s always a good day to hate Coriolanus snow !!

Here’s a link to all my Vote No to Snow edits lol

https://www.tumblr.com/katnissandpeetamellark/740333582305869824/bc-i-said-id-make-the-vote-no-to-snow-bumper

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

𝜗𝜚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 ᡣ𐭩 ⊹˚₊𝜗𝜚

young politician coryo snow x wife fem reader

tags: softie coryo, coryo prioritizing work, babying, domestic fluff, loser coryo if you squint, coryo is very much motivated by different things aka canon divergence

our poll winner fic!! have had this in my drafts for so long here it is finally! hope you enjoy!

It was no question that Coriolanus was smart, calculating, and hard working. He worked hard to fundraise, worked hard to snag the presidential campaign, worked hard at the University which he attended with the support of the Plinths, and he worked hard to stretch his money (and subsequently his limits).

And he worked hard to please you.

He knew you disliked eating all alone. So, Coriolanus made sure to be home by seven o’clock on the dot every night to help you cook dinner. You always loved the hominess of it and so he made sure to schedule meetings for after dinner and turned down any and all calls (unless the country was burning down of course).

Coriolanus also made sure to always be in bed with you by 9 o’clock. He’d shower and drape his robe on before laying right next to where you sat on your shared bed, usually a book in hand. On special nights, ones where Coriolanus swears he would drop everything and leave the country from the horridness of it all, he’d kiss you extra gently, laying his curly head at the top of your belly. Sometimes, tears would cascade down his face as you swear to kill the entire of Panem for him. You’d kiss his head, running your fingers through his curls as Coriolanus would weep softly against your thighs.

You always made sure to treat him extra nicely the next day, even canceling his meetings in the morning just so he could rest and get away from it all.

“Mmmmm, darling.”

Coryo nuzzled his face further into you, his curls tickling your neck. The sun was up, its rays seeping into your dark bedroom. His hand entwined in yours, playing lightly with the precious red diamond ring on your finger.

You chuckle, kissing his head softly eliciting a groan from him. He lifts his head, pressing his mouth to yours. Soft lips meet your own as your hands run through his curls.

A loud ring breaks you two apart, Corio’s head falling forward to meet yours. His hands go to your hips as he groans, this one a different shade of agony, and gets up to pick it up. 

You knew he wouldn’t pick up at night but morning was free territory for other greedy politicians and staff members to steal Coriolanus’ few minutes in heaven with you.

He stared outside the window, his once ocean blue eyes turning icy as his jaw locked. Your eyebrows crease in worry as you stand up walking over to where he silently nodded along to what the person on the line said. You approached him silently, wrapping your arms around his stiff body. He looked to you, his eyes softening before his free arm wrapped itself around your body. Coryo presses a kiss to your hairline before taking the phone and walking to his dresser, his voice tense as he responds to whatever the person on the line said. 

He nearly yells into the phone for calling him over an ‘emergency funding meeting’ about his ‘campaign’. Coryo was no fool, he knew exactly what they wanted from him. Money. And he hated how you looked up at him all softly even knowing he was about to leave you yet again for the entire day. He hated how his chest constricted after you wrapped yourself around him to relieve his stress.

But, that wasn’t enough to get him to not put on his blood red suit, comb his curls into a neater style, and go to his office where his team called him. If he wanted to take over Panem and milk it for all it’s got to make you feel safe and secure, he had to go.

He may even have to break his promise with you, his darling gem.

And you knew that. In the nearly twenty-four hours that Coriolanus is gone, you knew that all he was doing was for all who he had lost along the way. His politician father whose name he wanted to live up to, his dear mother who he wanted to honor by taking care of you, his beloved wife. His Grandma’am who he wanted to honor by bringing her country back to its former glory, and most of all, yours and Coryo’s fallen friend Sejanus who Coryo wanted to honor by seizing control of all of Panem and lessening the burden of the Districts. 

So, even as you sat all by yourself eating a dinner prepared in utter silence, you worried about Coryo. What he was doing, had he had dinner yet? Had he had any food in the last five-six hours? Had he been working restlessly to resolve whatever issues arose in the two hours he had spent with you?

You continued on with your routine, cleaning every dirty dish in the sink. Cleaning your room and organizing Coryo’s desk all before sitting down and opening your book.

Although, you couldn’t read a single word. Your mind kept torturing you. You knew Coriolanus was passionate and driven, so much so that once he has his mind set on something he’ll forget everything else.

So you shook your head as you placed your book back onto your nightstand, a delicate red ribbon bookmark gifted to you by Coriolanus sticking out of the page you had last read. Memories of Coriolanus’ soft yet powerful voice reading the page to you while you lay in between his arms and legs play in your mind as your body grows cold from the missing heat of your husband behind you. 

You pull your legs to your chest, hoping the movement would warm you up until the sound of your creaky front door opening. You turn to face Coryo’s side, it couldn’t be Coryo. He would stay at his office instead of coming home this late.

The sound of feet moving closer to your bedroom had you standing up and running to the door. The familiar tug pulls you to open the door and immediately run into familiar arms.

Coryo stumbles a little from the force of you running to hug him. His eyes water at the sight of you, your cheek pressed firmly against this wrinkled shirt, the steady fall of tears slowly cascading from your eyes. His arms wrap around you, his nose pressing firmly into your strawberry scented hair. He loved the smell of you, the hominess and realness of it. He despised the other Capitol girls with their complicated scents which matched their equally vapid personalities.

You two stood in the hallways for moments, reveling in the time spent together. You look up at Coryo’s hydrangea eyes, pressing up onto your toes before kissing your husband like it was the first time again. His eyes closed at the feel of your warm velvety lips against his own chapped and dry ones. He had developed the nasty habit of biting on his lip when he was a peacekeeper which only ever seemed to come back whenever faced with mountain tons of stress that could make his snow blond hair whiter.

He started pushing you back into your warmly lit room, the lights turned down Coryo noted. Must’ve meant that you were just about to sleep. He left your lips to take off his shirt, your eyebrows raising at the indication. You had started to unbutton your nightgown when he pressed his palm into your hands.

“Darling, I have no intention of making love to you, yet. I fear I am just too tired and would rather we just sleep.”

You look at him, noticing how his face is sunken and how murky his eyes had become. You quickly nod, kissing Coryo’s cheek as you told him to take off his clothes so he could change, and walk to the closet to toss him something to wear to sleep. He thanks you before swiftly taking his suit off, climbing underneath the covers, and sliding to his spot right next to you. His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

His nose presses into your hair, soft snores following shortly after. You smile, wrapping your own arm around his which squeezed you just a little closer to him.

In the morning, Coryo couldn’t help but get up early. He still had so much to do after the shit that went down two days ago. One thing leads to another and before Coryo knows it, his entire campaign is falling apart, only held together by his unwavering conviction and ambition.

Coryo longed for nothing more than to stay in bed with you.

When you woke up, the sun was high in the sky while the space next to you was long vacant. You got up, stretching a bit before setting out to find Coryo. You wrap yourself in smooth silks and heavy velvets as you trek through the house, peeking into every room looking for your blonde husband.

Your feet start to ache at the cold flooring your feet walked on as you continue your grand search for the future president of Panem. Finally, you open the creaky door of Coryo’s office finding the curly man slumped over his desk. You smile at the boyish look Coryo has on his face, his eyes closed in peace as drool slightly escapes his upturned lips. You laugh as he whines and laughs in his sleep, his head falling further into his hand.

Your hands rise to cradle his face, using a pillow you took from the couch in the room, to catch his face. You kiss his forehead, closing the curtains behind him. You also organize the papers that were in his hands, capping his favorite fountain pen. You close the door softly behind you as you get ready to prepare some ford for Coryo when he wakes.

And when Coryo does wake, the first thing he notices is that his back hurts. In fact, how had he fallen asleep in his office?  How had he gotten there? He stands, stretching his arms high above him, walking to open his curtains for the bright sun to flood the dark mahogany room.

“Oh, you’re awake darling.” You exclaim, walking to the coffee table to set down the tray in your hands.

“Mmm, how long have I been asleep, again.” Coryo smiles, walking to the couch, returning the pillow ushering you to take a seat next to him. As soon as you do, he leans in and kisses your soft cheek. 

“Only two hours but I have a feeling you could use some more sleep.” 

You arrange the tray, setting Coryo’s favorite coffee next to him, his favorite fruits and sweets on the table for him to choose from. 

“What's all this for baby?”

“You silly.” You turn to Coryo, bringing your hand to his cheek, “I know you’ve been busy and stressed so I’ve taken the liberty of cancelling all your calls and meetings no matter the emergency because you’re sick.”

He softens at the gesture, hugging you. You smile into the embrace, kissing his neck softly. He chuckles, tightening his arms around you further.

“Thank you so much, I need this my love.” He rests his head on your own.

“Don’t even think of it darling, I love you and wanna take care of you. Besides I have all the relaxation covered, by the end of this day you’ll be one with our bed.”

“Of that, I have no doubt love.”

You smile back at him, tackling him in a bear hug.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Snow - Informer 1992

"Informer" is a song by Canadian reggae musician Snow, released in December 1992 as the first single from his debut album, 12 Inches of Snow (1993). "Informer" was a chart-topping hit, spending seven consecutive weeks at number one on the US Billboard Hot 100. It peaked at number one on the singles chart in Denmark, Finland, Germany, Ireland, Norway, Sweden and Switzerland, as well as on the Eurochart Hot 100. It entered the top 10 in Austria, France, Greece, Iceland, Italy, the Netherlands, Portugal, Spain, and the UK, where the single peaked at number two during its third week at the UK Singles Chart. Outside Europe, it reached number one in Australia, New Zealand, Zimbabwe, and on the US Billboard Hot 100. In Snow's native Canada, "Informer" topped The Record's singles chart and was a top-10 radio hit, peaking at number nine on the RPM 100 Hit Tracks chart. "Informer" was awarded with a gold record in Austria and the Netherlands, a silver record in the UK, and a platinum record in Germany, New Zealand and the US. In Australia, it received a double-platinum record.

As he was growing up in Toronto, Canada, Snow had a strong interest in rock music, but in 1983 there was an influx of Jamaican immigrants to the neighbourhood and his interest turned to reggae music and he became adept at the use of the Jamaican dialect, or Jamaican Patois. He developed his own style of music, by blending dancehall and reggae with rock and pop music.

Snow served an eight-month sentence in Toronto for assault when "Informer" began getting radio and MuchMusic airplay. The song is based on a separate 1989 incident when Snow was charged with two counts of attempted murder. At the time, he was detained for a year in Toronto before the charges were reduced to aggravated assault, and he was eventually acquitted and freed.

"Informer" won a Juno Award for Best Reggae Recording in 1994. It has been recorded twice in the Guinness Book of World Records as the best-selling reggae single in US history, as well as the highest charting reggae single in history. In Japan, Snow received the Recording Industry Association of Japan's 1994 Japan Gold Disc Award for New Artist of the Year.

In 2019, Puerto Rican singer, songwriter, and rapper Daddy Yankee released a new version of "Informer" as "Con Calma" together with Snow, who recorded new parts. The Spanish-language remake topped the charts of 20 countries and reached the top 10 of 10 others. In 2020, Snow won four awards Song of the Year with Daddy Yankee for "Con Calma" at Premio Lo Nuestro Awards, the Pop Music Award from SOCAN, and they won the Top Latin Song of the Year at the 2020 Billboard Music Awards. "Con Calma" won big at the Latin Billboard Music Awards 2020, taking home six awards.

"Informer" received a total of 68,5% yes votes!

[pixellangel]

snow miku my beloved <3

[ksksksrahrah]

[quirefeast]

the princess anastasia!

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

[princessasmosprincess]

I finally realized what bothered me so much about what happened with VDC in Book 5.

Neige's team with RSA should have been automatically disqualified. They were given the same amount of time to prepare as any of the other schools and yet they came up with nothing. RSA was likely banking on Neige's fame to give them a win, but little to no preparation was made to actually put in a good effort. What Neige did wasn't cute. Maybe for an elementary school or early middle school it would have been fine (but then it wouldn't have been fair to pit his team against schools like NRC). Neige is a high school student, and going by the ages of the NRC students, he's at most 2-3 years younger than 18 year old Vil. RSA's team effort was lazy at best, manipulative at worst (and I don't actually think Neige was being manipulative, any of that would have come from the teachers or staff supervising the team, I think Neige really is pure of heart, dumb of ass). As a performer myself it just really infuriates me that they were even given a chance for something so ridiculous.

Can you imagine [INSERT FAMOUS 16 YEAR OLD CELEBRITY HERE] getting onstage for a televised competition with real money on the line, just to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" with other young teens doing preschool choreography? It wouldn't be cute, it would be embarrassing and unprofessional.

[arrow-v-flash-polls]

Best wedding? Off the top of my head there’s Iris and Barry round one, combined barryiris and oliverfelicity, Alex and Kelly, Sara and Ava

There turned out to be quite a few weddings that happen in the Arrowverse Anon and I'm sure I may have missed one or two. But which wedding was the best?

This was a cute question Anon, I enjoyed going back and finding all the weddings I could and highly recomend it if anyone needs a quick 'pick me up'. Sorry for the time it took to get posted tho, but please do continue to send in your suggestions.

[katnissandpeetamellark]

An idea STRUCK me last night when I was thinking over my Lucy Gray Baird Text Post

Vote NO to Snow!

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

OUR QUEEN IS CROWNED THE WINNER

Thanks for playing, y'all :D

[beauty-funny-trippy]

[kasagia]

I just read 'the grudge' and OH MY GOD! I am impressed really. You did such a great job writing it. And the end? It was perfect.

I have a request with a similar dynamic like they were lovers and he cheated and she knows about it (i live for the angst really) then she confronts him and breaks up with him. He isn't very happy about it and wants her back he tries everything but she still refuses to give in to him. So he goes all dark! Coriolanus on her and threatens her with something (her family maybe) and she gives in to him (smutty scene maybe👀). I feel like i talked too much and i am sorry for that. I just want her to be with him against her will ( in public they are the perfect couple and when no one is looking she is miserable and gives him the cold shoulder)

Don't feel obligated to write it if you don't want to. And thank you for feeding us such a great Coriolanus content❤️

Thank you very much! I'm so glad you liked it! 😊🩵🖤🖤🩵 So, tomorrow I'm publishing an oneshot inspired by this request...

And this will be my first time ever writing a true, full-fledged smut scene. 🙈🙈🙈

You will either love it or hate it. 🫣😅 But since tomorrow marks a year since I started writing on Tumblr, I thought why not? There has to be a first time for everything.

BUT... I have an orienting question...

Thank you! 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵

A fragment from "A powerful man" - which is comming tomorrow..

"If you want her to truly obey you, she must come to you herself. Like a pet. Like a snake. If she sees that your relationship will bring her further benefits, she will come back to you. She's not stupid enough to waste such an opportunity. At least I hope so. You should focus on your campaign."

"I'd like that too. But currently… something else is on my mind." He says, walking over to the tinted window that overlooks the lab. He puts his hands in his pockets and watches you carefully as you work.

"You're wasting your potential. Maybe your children will be wise enough to follow in my footsteps more. One is running for president, and the other is a military chemist. Such a waste."

"Don't worry. One of our children will definitely continue your legacy, you have my word." He assures her, while observing you.

You lean over the table, strands of your hair falling into your eyes behind your safety glasses, as you test another biological weapon on rats. You look hot in that scientist outfit. He grunts, feeling his pants getting a little too tight. He regrets that he never took the opportunity to visit you here...

"It better be that way. And for God's sake, don't stare at her like a love-struck puppy like you did with your tribute from 12. Patience. Or you will have to train her to make her obedient."

"You know I like a challenge, Dr. Gaul." He replies with a sly, cocky smirk and turns his head towards Doctor Gaul once he has calmed down a bit and composed himself.

"Go away now. Your last Hunger Games must be amazing and unforgettable, or I'll tell her what you have planned for her." He laughs at this, shaking his head.

"I appreciate your attempts to intimidate me, but you know I'll be happy with any outcome. Whether it's keeping her on a leash or reshaping her to meet my needs as my future First Lady."

"But we both know which one you would prefer more." They share a sinister smirk. Coriolanus owed her a lot. He's learned many things under her tutelage... things that he uses to make sure you know that your place is always with him.

"As I said, I love a challenge. I will be expecting you as an honoured guest at this year's Hunger Games and my wedding. Of course, right next to my fiancée."

"Don't scare her away, Mr. Snow." She reminds him when he receives a package from her with the latest biological weapon. He will test it at this year's tributes. He smiles, thinking that it must have come from your talented fingers.

"Snow lands on top, Dr. Gaul." He assures her and says goodbye, leaving through a secret passage.

He still had a lot of things to do.

[heart-star]

I drew this after thinking of the parts of Mario & Sonic at winter olimpics where the player can ice skate in pairs.if you get it Catnap & Bobby signed up to perform for a dance on ice for a winter festival like it happens in other specials.

As you see I also added Smitten kitten from gametoons videos because I like putting her as character in a critters cartoon despite she's crazy, yes Catnap at the beginning started doing advances with Bobby just in attempt to make Smitten kitten go away and he would've explain later but at some point he realize how he really enjoyes being with Bobby as a couple.

[dandelionsresilience]

just heard a very motivating idea I hadn’t thought of before, but which I wanna try to implement into my life in various contexts:

“If you knew Trump was gonna win, what would you do differently now? Now go do that.”