#oh you lucy gray

[mitsuki91]

Coriolanus blushing and confused by a flirty joke is all I never knew I needed, help-

[demonkitty-toebeanz]

I had a dream Finnick took my family to Paris ....FINNICK TAKE MY FAMILY TO PARIS PLEASE 🥺!!!!!!!!!

Rock paper scissors for the chair

[yappathon]

Me when I'm in 'Haunting the narrative' competition and my opposition are Lucy Gray Baird and Jackie Taylor:

Haunting their situationships decades after their death.... oh taylorbaird you'll always be famous

If I fumbled them so bad, I too would never move on from them despite being decades and married with child; snow and shauna are not special xo

[emptyjunior]

I haven't seen the movie yet but I hope they include my favourite thing from the book, which is Coriolanus Snow doesn't take a single action the entire time that a woman doesn't explicitly tell him to take.

What were some of the wins in the Coriolanus Snow political playbook?

-He was the only mentor that met his tribute early and built an actual relationship with them, which gave him a huge advantage over the other mentors who couldn't even get a name or birthdate out of their tribute.

-He was able to get a reporter to interview his tribute multiple times, gaining screen time and notoriety.

-His stardom rose when he attempted to save the Crane girl and was seen on camera looking heroic, calling for a medic.

-He wrote the proposal on the sponsorship system and basically invented the idea of sponsors, ranking and gambling that sustained the games for 75 years.

And guess what? Not a SINGLE one of those was his idea��

TIGRESS tells him to go down to the train station that day, says that Lucy Gray is probably scared and vulnerable, his grandmother gives him a rose from her garden to take, and Tigress explicitly tells him to get on Lucy's good side because her trust will be a valuable thing.

LUCY GRAY tells snow to stop freaking out and freezing at the zoo! Because he just stands there, camera shy, terrified about messing up his reputation and she tells him to 'Own it' and act like any mistake he ever makes is a chance for a Performance, it is a chance to gain more power. SHE drags him over to the reporter and banters with the people of the capital, teaching him a lesson about being in front of the press that he will use for his entire Presidency.

Snow prides himself on looking rich even though his family is in in ruin and it is TIGRESS who helps them achieve this. The careful image he maintains, is maintained by HER, working her hands to the bone to make his clothes look new, their reputation stay untarnished.

The sponsors? The idea to bring food to tributes so they don't starve before they can even compete?? It's LUCY GRAY'S idea!! She suggests it on screen, she invents the idea of a Victor as an Idol, she sings and does fan meet and greets and asks for people to bring her a sweet thing if they can. And then Snow goes and repeats that in class and it's credited as a profitable Academy idea and not hers.

There's a thousand moments like this! Of Snow letting all his smarts and tactics fail him, and Lucy Gray hissing the answer in his ear to get him to act. And he's praised as a hero after this, as the only person who did something in an emergency!

And after all this, our unreliable narrator heads home at the end of the day like, ah I really did that. Snow lands on top once again, that was for sure my idea.

Featured the girl? You featured the girl snow? In her own plan that she did while you stood there frozen and anxious😭So generous.

Truly he's an absolute doofus, he's a silly little boy with Light Yagami energy, any mettle he gains as a Political Mastermind later on is due to the strategy and empathy of the women he's surrounded himself with

[songbirdreaped]

open starter for anybody ; set after lucy gray left the cabin <3 run. run. RUN. was all that could go through lucy gray's head as she sprinted away from the cabin through the trees. she was running as fast as her legs would carry her, everything in her telling her that she needed to get away from him if she wanted to survive. the words kept ringing in her head three's enough for me, he'd told her when she said they wouldn't have to kill anymore. three. she knew of two. bobbin and mayfair. all she'd asked for was the truth, yet she was met with a lie. my old self, coriolanus had told her as she demanded to know who the third was. lucy gray wasn't born yesterday, she could spot a lie from a mile away.

trust was the most important thing to her. trust outweighed love and yes, she had loved him. loved. now, all she could picture was those icy blue eyes gazing into her soul. would he kill her ? she didn't know, but she wasn't taking that chance. she couldn't take that chance. that was why she'd said she was going to pick katniss, her chance to escape and survive. lucy gray wished that she'd heeded dean highbottom's warning, wished that she hadn't let herself fall for the blond. any and all love she felt was gone, now all that was left was the need to flee.

as she kept running, the brunette felt her chest tightening, the crisp air filling her lungs, stinging as her heart raced in her chest. she needed to stop and catch her breath. ducking behind a tree, lucy gray took a moment, the breaths coming out more like gasps as she stayed there. the sound of coriolanus yelling for her caused her to panic more. she wasn't a fighter, he outpowered her anyway, but she could run. she could hide.

when she spotted the snake, lucy gray decided that she'd try to buy herself some time, dropping the scarf he'd given her to cover it up. she knew by looking at it that the snake wasn't venomous, it wouldn't hurt him too badly if he got bitten. it would just slow him down enough for her to get away. after the distraction was set, the brunette began to run again, hoping that the wind in the trees would cover up any noise that came from her feet on the ground.

it wasn't until she was hidden by a tree on the outer part of the woods that she'd realized her earring had fallen out in all of the chaos. she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. the games weren't over when she'd returned home, these were still the games. her own survival was what mattered. lucy gray almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming toward her, but when she did it was too late to run. whoever it was had only been two paces from her now, and with how tired she was, they'd most likely be able to catch her if she ran. her eyes shut tightly as she braced herself for the figure to come closer, assuming it was coriolanus coming to kill her, to finish tying up the loose ends.

❝ just get it over with, ❞ the words came out more shaky than she'd intended. she wasn't usually one for giving up, but she knew that she had no more energy to keep running. if coriolanus had found her, then he won.

[deuteragonist1]

Coriolanus: *walks by*

Billy Taupe: What an ass.

Sejanus, staring at Coriolanus' ass: I know right.

[ultimatemissadhd]

ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be a mysterious pretty lady hunting the narrative

[bishopsbeloved]

my girl 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

Lucy Gray would do anything for you. You want to celebrate Valentine’s Day? She’ll sell her soul to give you the day you deserve.

so much fluff, mentions of sex, 1.6k words

Lucy Gray Baird has always thought of Valentine’s Day as a pointless, commercial event institutionalised by the Capitol.

The Covey has always rejected these kinds of capitalist holidays imposed solely for the purpose of making money, and Valentine’s Day is no exception to that rule. Lucy Gray doesn’t need the Capitol to tell her when she ought to celebrate her beloved. No, she’ll do that all year round. (As if the Covey don’t have their own festivities, anyway. Lucy Gray wakes you on every solstice with a bundle of flowers she’s picked from the woods, not bought, and poetic affirmations of her love.)

It hadn’t really occurred to her that you’d want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, to be honest. This is the first one you’ll be spending with her as her girlfriend, but you’ve known each other a long while and by now you’ve surely picked up on her indifference to the subject. This year she goes about her business as she always has, politely averting her gaze when she sees vendors at the Hob trying to pawn off Valentine-themed goods, and bringing you flowers or sweet little trinkets at any time she pleases. But if Lucy Gray is one thing, it’s hopelessly devoted to you, and she would do anything under the sun to bring a smile to your face. So when she hears you make an offhand comment to Tam Amber about wondering what this year’s Valentine’s Day will be like, her entire stance on the matter is instantly changed.

“You’re whipped beyond comprehension, Lu,” Barb Azure laughs as she watches her younger cousin fret over her plans.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of anythin’, Barb Azure, I just need your help,” Lucy Gray replies distractedly, kneading the dough of the bread she’s making with vigour. “So are you helpin’ me? Or no?”

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, Lucy Gray Baird kisses you awake, her smile so sweet you can taste it on your tongue.

“Mornin’, baby,” she says sweetly. She’s already up and dressed, and her skin is vibrant with the fresh-found dew of the morning. “Brought you flowers.”

“Morning, Lu,” your heart fills with warmth, “you’re the sweetest.”

“Happy Valentine’s, my sweet girl,” she murmurs, pulling you close to her, littering kisses atop of your hair. “Lord, I love you more’n anything.”

“Love you so much, Lucy Gray,” you whisper, toying with her fingers. You keep coming back to her ring finger, and solemnly swearing to yourself that someday you’ll find her a token of your love to wear upon it. Today isn’t the day — you’re both so young, still young enough to be Reaped — but you know that when the time comes you’ll give yourself over to Lucy Gray forever.

“When you’re thinkin’ that hard I can hear the bits in your brain whirring,” Lucy Gray tells you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “It’s real cute. What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“Wanna marry you someday,” you mumble. Lucy Gray is rarely caught off guard, but this gets her, and her cheeks flood with colour. Her smile, though, only widens.

“I— it’ll happen someday, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

You help one another get dressed, all giggles and teeth and hearts on sleeves. Outside it’s warm, the warmest it’s been all season, and you can feel winter breaking as life returns to the dormant earth beneath your feet.

“What’s today lookin’ like, Lu?” you ask.

“Thought we could go to the lake.” She grins easily at you, and it’s contagious.

The two of you amble through the woods, hand in hand, content to take your time together. The whole sweet sunny day stretches out in front of you, warm and dry (Lucy Gray takes one look at the clouds in the sky and determines today will be free of rain throughout, and in seventeen years she’s not been wrong yet) and full of love. Your eyes are fixed on her, the way hers are constantly darting around, not necessarily on guard but more eager to take in all the world has to offer. Every little detail is of significance to Lucy Gray. How her brain works is a beautiful mystery to you, but you’ve learnt she has a way of reading her surroundings, and she can see signs of the future in the earth as easily as she can breathe. Barb Azure says she’s a walking oracle. A few times she’s tried to explain to you how she notices what she does. There’s always a kind of sense to it, but you’ll never get it in the way she does. You’re more than content to sit back and watch her in her element, though. You just feel grateful to be by her side, your one and only, your angel among men.

“Look.” She stops you to point at two four-leaved clovers at the roots of a tree which have grown together so much that their stems are intertwined. “That means you’n me are forever.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies. “Sure hope so.”

“I know so,” she tells you, brown eyes bright as she presses a kiss to your lips.

The little earthy plateau above the jetty of the lake, the one protruding from the flowers and trees, has been absolutely transformed since you saw it last. The thick, sturdy picnic blanket often used by the Covey on adventures has been laid out beautifully, and is held in secure place by rocks piled on each corner. Ever so carefully arranged atop the blanket are comfy pillows and a picnic for two, with the food set out all pretty in little jars and bowls and handkerchiefs. From where you’re stood you can see a few different kinds of bread and cake, freshly pressed jams, and fruits and berries. Even with how much of this she could’ve foraged, it shakes you how much tesserae has gone into this. Propped against the bough of a tree is her beloved guitar, with her little notebook of songs beside it.

You let out a little noise of surprise when you first lay eyes upon the scene. Lucy Gray fights a losing battle in trying not to smile at how fucking cute you are.

“What’d’you think?” she asks instead, not quite looking at you, toeing at the ground. “Barb Azure helped me with all the bakin’, n’then me’n the boys dolled it up all nice. They were real helpful.” (You know exactly what she means, too. Clerk Carmine is shaping up to be a real painter, he’s got an artist’s eye, and you know this kind of thing would be right up his street.)

You’re in awe for a moment, not even sure what to say. Lucy Gray’s dark eyes blink at you hopefully. She’d never say it, she’d rather die than say it, but you know that the ever so subtle tension to her shoulders, the slight tilt to her chin phrase a silent question.

“It… it’s so gorgeous, Lu, I can’t even, thank you,” you manage. Her posture softens and she steps forward to cup your face in her hands.

“I wanna treat you how you deserve, baby,” she tells you sincerely, and then pecks at your lips before her arms drop down to her sides again. “Now c’mon, or the damn flies’ll eat before we do.”

The two of you stay at the lake together for hours. Perhaps you wouldn’t have picked a February picnic of your own volition, but just as Lucy Gray predicted the weather’s so gorgeous you’re sure she must’ve charmed the skies the way she does with everyone else. You voice this thought to her, and she only laughs, her smile reaching her eyes as she feeds you another berry.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set above the two of you, painting the sky in pinks and golds, the air grows cooler, and you find yourself shivering in Lucy Gray’s arms. Ever-vigilant, she notices.

“Awww, is my baby cold?” she coos. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” Her hands ghost your sides teasingly, and you blush.

“Shut your mouth, Lucy Gray.”

She gasps, feigning offence. “Why, I thought you liked it wide open.”

You let out a noise of surprise, and hide your face in her hair. Lucy Gray laughs heartily, and cradles you to her, telling you over and over how sweet you are. The moon awakes her silver tongue, though, and as the skies get darker she trips you up again and again with filthy words which, eventually, turn to filthy actions.

Once the act is over, once Lucy Gray’s mouth has been put to good use, the two of you swaddle yourselves in all of the blankets and lie in a little cocoon, gazing up at the stars.

“Thank you, for today,” you whisper, so close to her that you don’t have to move at all to kiss her cheek. “Means a lot.”

She shrugs, nonchalant. “You honour our culture, you join in and all. This day was important to you, I wanted t’honour yours.”

You laugh softly. “You’re sweet. …I don’t think I would call the Districts my culture.”

“No?” Lucy Gray asks, genuinely curious. You shake your head. “What is, then?”

“Don’t know. I got nothing. Just what you teach me.”

She lets out a hum of amusement. “Yeah? You wanna be Covey?” She says it with humour, but the hope in your eyes has her straightening a little. “Y— you do?”

“If you’ll have me,” you say shyly.

Her heart swells against the bars of her chest. “If we’ll ha—? Darlin’, I want this more’n anything,” she tells you lowly. “We love you. I love you. You’re one of us.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. My girl,” she murmurs, fingers beginning to comb through your hair. You press your cheek against hers, so overwhelmed with love for her, and continue to gaze up at the stars with your love.

[iamconstantine]

if you do an audiobook for a book that has singing in it, you are legally required to sing

I’m listening to The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes on audio and my soul is draining out of my body

[homosexualslug]

when you get an email notification that the writer of the peeta's games fic trilogy just started posting a haymitch series (x)

[k-chips]

Y'all are ridiculous, boring and annoying

[demonkitty-toebeanz]

"I actually met the original artist and she wrote a song about me😌💅🏾y'all are fake fans!!!"- Coriolanus snow probably

[rea1native]

The time has come… I am cringe but I am free

TBOSAS TROLLS AU

Summary of the Trolls Lore:

The six main troll tribes were divided by a musical string into different genres of music, the main ones are Pop, Rock, Techno, Funk, Classical, and Country. There are sub-genres of each different genre that tend to live separately from the main genre. They all used to live together until the pop troll leader stole all of the string. After the pop troll's ancestor stole all the strings. The other five tribes grabbed their strings and ran, living isolated from each other.

At some point after this, the Pop trolls were discovered by the Bergens, who created a holiday called Trollstice, where they just eat the trolls. King Peppy led the escape from the troll tree, but some trolls were separated, including Peppy's eldest daughter, Viva. this group later became the Putt-Putt Trolls. 20 years later, Poppy, the youngest, is now Queen, ends Trollstice and becomes friends with the Bergens, but the Putt-Putt trolls still live in fear.

After many years, the Queen of the Rock, Barb, wanted to gather all the six strings for their power to make them united under Rock, but Poppy was able to grab and destroy the strings. Now they all live united together again.

now onto my little mew mews:

Lucy Gray Baird: Bluegrass troll

Lucy Gray is a Pop troll who converted into a sub-genre of country.

She's part of a group of pop trolls called The Covey, who were able to escape from the Troll Tree during the reign of the Bergens, and now they travel from place to place performing their music for anyone who wants to hear.

She's a confident, heart-filled, and sassy troll who loves to sing and dance like any other troll. Like the rest of the Covey, traveling is in her blood, and she doesn't like to stay in one place for too long.

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Sejanus Plinth: Putt Putt Troll

Sejanus is a pop troll.

him and his family were part of the group of pop trolls who got separated during the escape from the Bergens.

He's a meek and frightened troll who is scared that the Bergens are still after them because that's all he's ever known. When he's not, he's very sassy and very affectionate with others. He loves making new friends.

While he loves to sing and dance, he's still frightened of the Bergens coming and finding them because he's being too loud (because singing killed his grandma), much like many other Putt-Putt trolls. So, it's rare that he's openly doing what he loves.

but he loves listening to others sing and might even do a dance or two.

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well well...

Coriolanus Snow: Pop troll who is converting to Classical

Coriolanus is a pop troll who is converting into Classical.

His family is known for have pure white hair and icy blue eyes that pop troll aren’t known to have.

He likes to organize and to be taken seriously, but Pop trolls aren’t known for being serious and aren’t serious enough for him. He can be mean sometimes, but he’s got a reputation to uphold (no, he doesn’t), so to him, it’s justified. He thinks that he was meant to be a classical troll because most of them have pure white hair like him.

He’s still a little silly tho

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Here some silly like comics of these three 🥰

How these three became friends is a mystery but I guess it was written in the star or something idk

[mudblccd]

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

ㅤೕ ݂ ㅤ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑 * 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑩𝑳𝑬 - 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 : 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴𝑀𝑌 𝐾𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑂𝑁 &. 𝑃𝐸𝑌𝑇𝑂𝑁 𝑃𝐴𝐿𝑀𝐸𝑅 ! ִ ۫ ˒ BLOOD PURITY , BETRAYAL , FRIENDSHIP COLLAPSE .

the silence was suffocating . it was too much , too loud ; as if a dog whistle was being blown in the distance , the sound a phantom parasite as it dug deep beneath brain matter . eyes widen , instant tears forming around the rims as they stare at bellamy , glossy ; a harsh breath taken , stuttering in throat . body stumbles back as if physically struck . she wants to scream , throw anything at arms length in his direction just to fill the space between them with something other than the crippling realisation that they , that she was losing him . ❛ take it back ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❜ a demand , a plea , a final reach of hand in his direction to grip onto before he's gone for good ; her voice cracks , shattering like fine china dropped from a small height . when all that greets her is a silence , peyton repeats herself ❛ take it back ⎯⎯⎯⎯ you don't mean that , you can't mean that , not after everything we've been through . ❜

and bellamy is only staring back at her , a blank look on pale features ; the bags under his eyes deep , red rims around white of eyes as he wears his exhaustion like a beacon , his hands are coiled into tight fists , twitching slightly with an urge to rub them to rid of the itch that forms in the back of sockets . steel gaze a complete contradiction to the woman in front of them , face twisted in anger ; sadness ; betrayal . bellamy can hardly believe the words passed his cracked , skin pulled lips himself ; but he can't find it in him to take it back . he had always been one foot in , one foot out when it came to his family . HE LOVED THEM , BUT COULD NEVER CARED ABOUT THEIR BELIEFS . not really , the politics of blood and who was worthy never quite interested him as much as it should - but with the changing times , its harder to run , harder to keep himself on the balance ; to play both sides . there were two ways to fall ; towards his friends , peyton , poppy , and goddamn as much as he hated to say this , augustus . THREE SLYTHERINS , ONE HUFFLEPUFF . what a group they made , the world at their fingertips , eating at the palm of their hands . . . but they were no longer children , the echoes of childhood long since behind them ; but they loved one another , they laughed and basked in the enjoyment of living . FOUND FAMILY . . . but they weren't family , were they ? and how could he wilfully fall into the arms of friends , when his blood was right there . his family name , the legacy of his last name written in stone , HIS BIRTHRIGHT . the knightons have had their hand in the ministry generations , he could not give that up . . . not for anything , ANYONE .

❛ it's not wrong to say ❜ he's doubling down , not an uncommon occurrence ❛ MUGGLE BORNS ARE INFERIOR . . . even half bloods don't show the same magical ability as pure bloods . . . is it really something to be ashamed of ? ❜ bellamy thanks whatever sat in the sky for his poker face ability , some hidden part of him wincing , but peyton wears her response on her sleeve , eyes widening more , were it not for the situation , bellamy might have found it comical . ❛ a a bogart turns into a demenator , which is more powerful ? the one that changes shape , or the one that always has been ? ❜

❛ are you hearing yourself ? ❜ the anger felt being over ridden by the squeak in voice . ❛ you're rationalising , not every pure blood is strong , not every muggle born is weak . it's the person , it's their - it's - ❜ were this anyone else , she would argue better . she's stood in front of ministry hearings more often than not , her journalism , it was everything ; it made her better in a lot of ways , speaking one of them - she's learned to think on her feet and stand up for what she believed in without a stutter . it was bravery , it was a necessity . but this wasn't some ministry arsehole , this wasn't some brainless fool on the street protesting her paper . this was her friend , someone she held love for ; she would've walked to hell and back if he asked . ❛ i can go wandless with certain spells , you can barely use accio with a wand , never mind without . ❜ he could do it with a wand , he was talented ; bellamy was a brilliant mind which made this all the more frustrating , and when his jaw clenches , eyes staring at her with a near dead look that sends a chill down spine , peyton is the one that almost apologises .

❛ flukes happen all the time in magic , it doesn't make it an exception to the rule - pure bloods are nature , mudbloods are accidents - ❜ peyton winces , at hogwarts , peyton quickly became used to the derogatory term ; it's something that's thrown around enough , a whispered word in a corridor , she thought she was immune to it now . she called herself it , bellamy , poppy and augustus whispered it in playful tones when they were alone ; they were friends , peyton always liked to joke about serious matters , and hearing a ' you mudblood ! i had that ' after they lost to a board game to her , only for her to follow it up with ' family with cousin fucking says what ? ' an expense of the pure blood status , it was fun , hilarious , it was a unique aspect to their friend group that they'd never take anywhere else . but now it's changed , now bellamy's words are filled with poison ; no jest , no tease . words that peyton is certain isn't his own being parroted , BELLAMY WAS MEAN - HE WASN'T CRUEL . but maybe that was her own desperation trying to claw at the wall building tall between them . she can't lose him , she'd crumble without bellamy ; augustus would never be the same , poppy would be the one to track him down and beat him until he saw sense again .

❛ don't do this - ❜ peyton feels like a broken record , what else is there ? ❛ they're your family , i get it , but you don't have to be like them . what you're doing . . . YOU'RE NOT A DEATH EATER . ❜ she can feel it in her blood , her bones - or perhaps it's that blind faith again , the hope of a child . bellamy was a complicated individual , she's known him since she were twelve and she still isn't entirely sure the layers have been pulled back despite the closeness , the openness that was encouraged between them .

BELLAMY BEGINS TO WALK , STANDING UP FROM WHERE HE WAS SAT ; DISMISSIVE , NO , NO , NO ! she stands with him , movements jerky , stiff as the world caves in around them , around her ❛ BELLAMY , THIS IS WAR - YOU CAN'T - ❜ she reaches out for him , her hand going towards his wrist to keep him in place ; but he snaps back to hers again ; eyes all but feral .

❛ I KNOW WHAT THIS IS ❜ bellamy's voice was harsh , the distance of his emotions paving way for something darker , and peyton expected this ; he always did have a temper . ❛ i've been to the same funerals you have , i know what's going on better than you do - ❜ because she wasn't there for the first wizarding war ( DISREGARDING THE EMOTIONS FELT , THE PREJUDICES THAT LINGERED BENEATH THE SURFACE , THE COMMENTS OF MUGGLES . . . OF MUGGLE BORN KIND ) bellamy shook : MISPLACED ANGER , AN ECHO OF GUILT , THE WAR WITH CONFUSION .

❛ then how can you say that ? ❜ palm of her hands quickly swipe under cheek , nose tinted red ; her heart beating so fast within chest it hurts , is it a heart attack ? a stroke ? her arm does feel numb ❛ the side your choosing , your family or not are the reason we had those funerals , how can you wilfully go back to that - that's not you , i - that cant be you . ❜ grief , acceptance , DENIAL , DENIAL , DENIAL . she's trying to appeal to the man she knew , but as his eyes bore into her own she's slowly starting to realise that he didn't exist . but he had to , it was real , all of it - it was too real .

and the most frustrating part ; bellamy knows she's right . but this was business , it was his future , should he stray away from the path expected , now more than ever , he could lose it . both paths resulted in loss and pain . but beside his family , he had them , he had a fortune , a future paved in grief , but at least he'd be comfortable . ❛ my family never raised their wands to no one ❜ a weak rebuttal , they were bystanders , actively funding the war that continues the bloodshed , apart of the problem rather than part of the solution - it appears it's a pattern they're destined to continue . bellamy knows that they'll be here all day if he doesn't leave , if they don't put a stop to it , it's not above peyton to get on her knees and cling around his leg to stop him leaving . HE WANTS TO KEEP HIS DIGNITY INTACT ( PEYTON'S TOO ) ❛ you wont change my mind , if you're asking me to choose between you and blood - my family will win every time . i will not sacrifice a legacy forged in blood for a mudblood and two misguided fools who don't know when to quit . ❜ the sob that rises from peyton's throat is pathetic , they both know it , maybe it's peytoy's misty cloud ; but for a brief moment , for a flicker of a second , she sees bellamy's eyes mirror the same gloss that matches her own .

she isn't sure when he left , to overcome emotion , with the pain ; the loss , this is what it was , wasn't it ? the end , the two of them diverged onto different paths , it was more terrifying than the world outside ; how could she go on , knowing that she was now against him ? but once the panic attack subsides , when the pain and the tears stopped , the answer was simple : SHE HAD TO GO ON , THERE WAS NO OTHER CHOICE .

[friendlyfatbee]

Erm what the scallop

[mitsuki91]

Anyway yesterday I went to the movie with my friends and one of them had never read the book nor knew the plot of the movie, but she knew who Snow is... But she cracks me up with her comments (we were alone in the cinema).

One of the best: "How can I enjoy the plot if everytime he is on screen I want sit on his face?"

So yeah, I knew she would have loved Snow... She is my best friend, after all... We can not remember for a single moment who Coriolanus Snow is, let alone have the braincell to mind his red flags...

(And anyway before someone else come to us because "you only like the pretty Tom" please remember that I tell her about Snow's thoughts and yes, everytime he thinked about something unhinged it shows and my friend looked at me every. Single. Time. Making a Face™ and we actually loved Snow more for this).