#the songbirds tag posts

[katnissandpeetamellark]

More random Incorrect quotes 🫶

[orie-jai]

So if Katniss and Peeta are Penelope and Odysseus

And Haymitch and Lenore Dove are Orpheus and Eyuridice

Then that makes Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray Jason and Medea

So i did end up writing that essay but I also wanna point out the amazing analysis included here and here 💛

[finnicks-elbow]

as a scientist, i can confirm i did not peer review those experiments

[vesteneris]

coordinating strategies

[thefloatingwriter]

suzanne providing us with batshit insane scientist representation without us even having to ask

[charlunday]

The Daddy Collection is officially up! ❤️🍼🧸

Happy Holidays everyone, time to get your daddy on

Daddy Finnick

Daddy Snow

Daddy Peeta

[winters-rose-daughterofcain]

"We want complex female characters"

You guys couldn't handle Lottie Matthews. You couldn't handle Jackie Taylor. You couldn't handle Taissa Turner. Actually you couldn't handle any of the Yellowjackets cast...

You guys couldn't handle Inej Ghafa, you couldn't handle Alina Starkov- hell you couldn't handle a single Grishaverse girls.

You guys couldn't handle Katniss Everdeen. Lucy Gray actually broke your fucking minds.

You guys couldn't handle any girl from Euphoria or Stranger things in any capacity.

You guys could not handle the female characters of motherfucking Bridgerton like- first off that's embarrassing and secondly actually shut up.

Get back to me when you give female characters grace, at least a fucking fraction of empathy and learn what nuance is jfc.

[capricornvampire]

such rotten luck to be sejanus plinth. born too soon to see the capitol overthrown, born too late to listen to your best american girl by mitski

[irvingcoded]

time for "random lieut trivia that i made up" sunday ✨

aka "sorry i've had a bad headache and whimsically felt like making a silly post"

jirving would collect porcelain and ceramic figurines— not just precious moments-style fare but also woodland creatures in cute little outfits (think beatrix potter) and undoubtably at least a few token hummel

also i think he'd WANT to collect custom antique dollhouses + furniture (but NOT dolls) but probably can't justify the indulgence to himself just given how much space they take. but he loves antique fairs and shops and basically his home is like a grandma's house; dust covers on the furniture, unappetizing snacks (unless he was expecting company well in advance) (in which case he'd still probably choose the wrong kind), guest room with a quilted bed spread that is always faintly musty but in a cozy way like a b&b... etc

hodgson would collect barbie dolls and memorabilia (basically exactly smithers on the simpsons)—

but his home would be more modern and chic than irving's, still a bit grandma-esque but more like the cool grandma who has a stylish condo and active social calendar in miami. keeps up with all the gossip & would have special portraits painted (complete with fake signatures) of any pets

little would collect jigsaw puzzles of historical battles & also like commemorative plates...

and he'd have 2 or 3 big dos like st bernards or something. very un-fussy home with a lot of acreage for dogs to run around and also privacy and quiet, not quite a Recluse Cabin but more like an old fixer-upper farm house. big enough to accommodate family visits! lots of mismatched second-hand furniture and something like a perpetually unfinished porch swing

[talkshowboyluvr]

[fujiblackthorne]

coryo got her kicking her feet and twirling her hair 🤭

[finnicks-elbow]

[garashir]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Suzanne Collins // Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson // Can't Catch Me Now, Olivia Rodrigo

[edenthebat]

Hey guys remember that TMA fic I started like June of 2024?

yeah well chapter 2 is out. go read it if you want.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56247031

[sejanusarchive]

There’s so many layers to Sejanus being devastated by Marcus’s fate.

He hates how the districts are treated by the Capitol, hates the cruelty of the Hunger Games, he feels the same emotional pain he would have felt being a tribute himself, if not even more, having to watch completely safe from afar, unable to do anything to put an end to the senseless slaughter, while guilt gnaws at him for not risking getting picked to participate himself, for having escaped.

No innocent child deserves that, and it gets even worse when one of the children picked is someone he personally knows, someone he used to share a routine with, someone he used to spend hours alongside in a classroom.

And that child isn’t just someone, that child is Marcus, the kind boy who, while not even being his friend, went out of his way to help him when he got hurt, completely unprompted, just out of the goodness of his heart.

That boy is a testament to what Sejanus already knows, that everyone seems to keep forgetting, which is that humanity at its core is and can be better than how it’s currently behaving. Not to mention how that was probably the last time Sejanus ever experienced an act of such pure, unconditional kindness. And that simple gesture was so impactful on him, it was enough to cement Marcus’s presence in his heart for all those years and then the rest of his life, and it no doubt helped shape Sejanus into the person he became. Someone as good as Marcus shouldn’t be going through all of that, and it drives Sejanus crazy. If the Hunger Games were too much for him to handle before, now that Marcus is involved, they're unbearable.

But there’s more to Marcus. He is also a safe memory to Sejanus, one who undoubtedly often comforted him when he was feeling at his worst. And he’s one of the main things Sejanus thinks about when he thinks of District 2, his home. Home, which despite the fact that he lived there during the war, despite all the suffering he witnessed, despite the reality of the current living conditions there, is still Sejanus’s happy, safe place; it’s the place he belongs to, the place that could fix almost everything for him. But he can never return there. It has to exist only as a memory, kept safely locked away and untouched in his mind and heart.

But when Marcus arrives in the Capitol, he brings his home with him too, he is the physical manifestation of it. Sejanus’s desperation doesn’t just stem from the fact that it’s Marcus, the innocent, kind-hearted boy, undeserving of such cruelty; but also from the fact that that’s his Marcus as well, the one whose existence is synonymous to his home, his sweet boy from his memories, his comfort. Marcus being there doesn’t only mean the pointless, unjust death of a good person, Marcus being there also means the death of Sejanus’s home, its image no longer far away, safe and untouched, kept only in his mind.

Now it’s here and crumbling in front of his eyes. He already knew the reality of things, but it was just that: knowledge. Now he’s face to face with it, face to face with the fact that neither Marcus or his home are or will ever be safe. And, worst of all, he has no way to save them, or anyone else, he’s powerless and completely hopeless against the cruelty of the Capitol, against their fate; and now more than ever, since he’ll have to witness the death of the boy whose memory so often brought him hope before.

In the end all that’s left of both of them, for Sejanus, is a small chunk of marble, made from the same material as his District and carved into the shape of a heart, because that’s exactly where Sejanus’s own is: home with Marcus. We learn he has carried it to his new life in Twelve, immediately before we learn the only pictures he’s taken with him are of his family and his classmates in Two, of him, home for one the last times, standing with Marcus right behind him. That heart is the last physical object connected to Two and Marcus that he’ll have with him for the rest of his life, the last symbol of what he lost and will never get back, of what he couldn’t save or help.

But it’s also the one object connected to them that he brought with him when he regained faith, when he felt like he could finally make a difference and actually help people in the districts; the last symbol that things could still get better and not all hope is lost.

For Sejanus Marcus is a kind and innocent kid; he’s the good in humanity; he’s a safe memory; he’s the marble heart, because he is hope and comfort, and despair and helplessness, and home, and because he is deeply rooted in his own heart

[thefloatingwriter]

beetee and coriolanus parallels consuming my every waking thought so coming on here to make it everyone else’s problem too because consider: they both grew up in poverty, their family’s struggling to make ends meet enough to pay for food. they both had something that distinguished themselves from their peers, coriolanus’ charm and beetee’s genius, that became something of a currency to them, something that they had that others didn’t when they were surrounded by people rich in everything else. they both had people they needed to protect, their families. they both rose above others to win something, the games, at the risk of losing themselves, even subconsciously, in order to save their families. they both met the “love of their life”, their songbird, through the games, while in a position of power above them as their mentors. they both risked the threat of death hanging above them in order to win the games, beetee in a bloody fight with another exhausted tribute just to be forgotten mere minutes later by the capitol and coriolanus slowly of starvation on the streets of the city he loved so much.

but the differences between them are what make them so similar and yet so vastly different as well. beetee and coriolanus both lost their innocence along the way to their victory in the games for beetee and the presidency for coriolanus, but beetee was forced into prostitution and to give up his brains for the very country he already killed for the entertainment of at the hands of a man who once watched his own cousin leave for the shadier districts of the capitol in the dead of night only to come back with food and a haunted look in her eyes. beetee was forced to come back every year to train kids to either become killers like him or die like the previous children that came last year and the year before that and the year before that, all to appease their president, a man who watched as some of his fellow mentors of the tenth slowly lost their light as the years go by, as more children die just like the ones they mentored all those years ago, as coriolanus snow himself climbs the political ladder, leaving a pile of bodies behind him. beetee and coriolanus both fell in love with their victors, wiress and lucy gray respectively, but coriolanus never saw lucy gray as a human being. she was district, below him, and besides, she was his, his tribute, his victor, his lucy gray. as soon as she realized who exactly snow was, a controlling, manipulative man who had already killed three people, one that he wouldn’t even admit to, she ran for her life, whereas wiress and beetee have never once strayed from the defining principle of any relationship: trust. wiress trusted beetee to help her win the hunger games, and he did. beetee trusted wiress to understand the meanings behind his sponsor gifts, the reasoning behind them or the lack of them, and she did. wiress trusted beetee with the rebellion even when he was indecisive on it, and he eventually helped the rebels when she couldn’t be there to do it herself. most importantly, beetee acknowledges that wiress is not his; she’s her own person with her own beliefs and opinions and characteristics that are vastly different from his own, but while that’s one of the most important aspects of beetee and wiress’ relationship, it’s something that coriolanus could never accept about his and lucy gray’s.