#tom Blyth

[mylittlepimp]

My friend: you like him

Me: WHAT!? NO I DON'T! I CAN'T STAND HIM!

My friend: you love him. Enemies to lovers

Me: DUDE I DEAD ASS CAN'T STAND HIM! STOP IT! 🤣

My friend: naw you think Tom is hot in that wig

Me: WHAT ARE EVEN SAYING!? 😂

My friend: you like blonde villains 😏

Me: WHAT!? THAT IS NOT WHY I WATCHED THAT SNAKES MOVIE!! (I'm not in that fandom 🤣 sorry)

My friend: THEY'RE BOTH NAMED TOM TOO!

Me: WOULD YOU GET OUT OF MY FACE!? (conversation happening over messenger)

people: do you like (character)?

me, a little unhinged about said character: He’s fine. He’s alright.

[blytharchives]

Blyth Archives have a special treat for Blyth Nation! The brand-new Bull Run trailer, starring Tom Blyth, is finally here!

[oh-my-damn]

The most ironic part about The Hunger Games and President Snow's downfall is that he literally did it to himself.

Katniss was happy to lay low and fade into obscurity after the games, had he only let her.

She didn't want to be part of a rebellion, she wasn't prepared to become the face of any type of rebel cause, she just wanted to go home and live her life with her family.

But Snow was too greedy. He knew what he had on his hands, his ego was too big to let her play him the way he thought she did - despite the fact that her acts were made out of desperation, not to outsmart him.

If he had only let her be, he would still have been running the country with an iron fist, but he got too greedy.

He wanted to prove to her he was stronger, more powerful; he wanted to humiliate her. He wanted to utilize her the way he had done with all previous victors, and he knew that, because she was in a public coupling with Peeta and had to remain that way so he could save face (since they were both instant Capitol darlings), he couldn't do that. It would tarnish the image of their pairing and thus bring up questions regarding whether or not these two teenagers had in fact manipulated him.

But I wholeheartedly believe that had he let her lay low for a few years, gone through with the plans of letting them marry, eventually the people of Panem and especially the ones who paid for the "company" of Victors would have eventually no longer cared about her being with Peeta. He could have eventually used her the way he desired, with no trouble at all - because we already know she would have done literally anything to save her little sister.

All it would've taken to get her under his thumb was to threaten her sister, and she would've played along.

But his ego got the best of him, which often happens with narcissists. And instead of just taking the L and staying patient, he antagonized her, put her back in the games, and actively forced her to not only partake in the rebellion, but become the face of it.

He was the game maker of his own downfall, of the games that would ultimately end his reign, and that is both beautifully poetic but also painfully ironic.

In my opinion, nothing has beaten the sheer levels of symbolism and depth, packaged in something that is so intriguing to the masses, while simultaneously commenting on why we would find this story so intriguing to begin with, in modern YA literature. It also touches on history, and is especially relevant today, despite the fact it was written decades ago, which only proves how smart and good of a writer Suzanne Collins is.

Not to mention it has one of the best YA book-to-movie-series adaptions we have ever seen (perhaps comparable with the plot twist in Breaking Dawn Part 2, but Twilight does not come close to being as good of an adaptation overall as a series, as THG does).

I've seen these movies hundreds of times by now, and I still enjoy every single rewatch, and as I grow older, and the world changes, the meaning of the story changes, too.

Masterpiece.

[zeglyth]

Rachel fan casting Kit Connor and Tom Blyth into Disney roles

[iwontmakeuasandwich]

I’m gonna be delusional and say I feel like we might get a Rachel Zegler, Tom Blyth, Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson and Woody Harrelson cameo in the SOTR movie.

After his games, Haymitch sees the tape of Lucy Gray Baird singing and reaching out to young Coriolanus Snow. And Katniss and Peeta show up in the epilogue.

Idk, if the movie keeps those scenes in… it’s possible 👀

[demonkitty-toebeanz]

I am 12 pages in and I am already sad 😭

But the cover is pretty 😃🔫

[jeida-chi]

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood You sure are looking good You're everything A big bad wolf could want -

Please reblog if you enjoy my art, it helps a lot! 🫶

Dm @burntblueberrywaffles or @crazyexshipper to join our snowbaird discord!

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎKnow That My Love Would Burn With Me/We'll Live Eternally (Birthdays)౨ৎ

౨ৎ꣑ৎmasterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: stress pairing: fem reader x billy the kid summary: ~birthdays~ author’s note: forever thank you to @phantomamour <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The sun was tracing a river up your leg, the part that wasn’t covered by your chemise. Droplets from your time in the water glittered on your skin, and you sighed, relaxing into Billy’s chest. His big arm was slung heavy over your chest, cheek leaning against your head. You were sitting pretty between his legs, lazily spread to accommodate your body. 

“Mm,” you mumbled as he adjusted his arm over your breasts. 

He kissed the side of your head. “Sorry, sweetheart.” You’d been sensitive there as of late, a common occurrence close to your monthly.

“This is nice,” you breathed, and he thumbed your collarbone. You settled back into his chest, warmed by sunlight. “It’s been ages since we’ve been over here.”

“We were here with Annie just last week,” he corrected, and you shifted in his hold. 

“It’s been ages since we came here, just the two of us.” You drummed your fingers against his wrist, taking in a deep breath in and out. “Everything with Annie’s birthday…”

“You’re doing a real good job, angel,” he promised, reaching up to brush your hair over your shoulder. “It’s gonna be a nice day.”

“I just want it to be perfect for her.” You sat up, turning to look at him. “It’s an important birthday.”

“Honey you’ve said that every year,” Billy said, trying to pull you back into his chest. “You’re running yourself ragged.”

“She’s turning twelve, Billy,” you said softly, not coming down with him. “She’s growing up so fast. If we blink we’ll miss it.”

The years had passed by so quickly, a moment in your mind full of magic and wonder and love that had nourished both you and Billy so wholly. It was like your heart grew with every new year, love becoming something you couldn’t have enough of. Your darling daughter was your light, your guiding force. She was yours and Billy’s, to love and keep for now.

For now.

Billy was quiet for a moment, kissing your shoulder. He rested his chin there, humming something familiar. When he spoke again, his tone was gentle. “It feels like yesterday she was losing teeth, huh?”

You laughed, finally sinking back into him. “It does.” Musing, you hid your face in his chest, curled up between his legs. “She’s a good girl. Your daughter through and through.”

“Yours too,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “She’s a sweetheart just like you.” Giggling, you hid your face back in his shoulder, slumping against him. His big hand traced patterns into your spine as you relaxed. “You just rest, darlin’. You’ve been so tired lately.”

“Mhm.” You were getting sleepy lying out here in the sun, your combined exhaustion with the heat making your eyes heavy. “We gotta go back. Gotta get dinner ready still.”

“I’ll take care of it, baby. Just rest,” he soothed, rubbing your side. “I’ve got you. Everything’s okay.”

Billy always had a way of calming you, and it wasn’t failing now. You breathed out, doing as he said. Drifting off, visions of flowers and birthday candles danced under your eyes, broken only by your lover’s fingers drifting up and down your side. Releasing a tense breath, you slipped into a dream, ignoring the twinges in your body, trying to tell you something you weren’t awake enough to care for at the moment. All that mattered was the smooth lull of the wind in the trees and Billy’s soft whisper to rest in your hair. 

Everything was okay, just like he said.

The fresh blossoms you’d carefully woven together the night before sat pretty atop Annie’s head as she bounded inside from her walk with her father. She was breathless, half laughing along with Billy, who removed his hat and hung it on the corner of one of the chairs by the kitchen table.

You caught your daughter in your arms, nose falling to her hair, sweet smelling as ever. “How was it?” 

“We saw bluebirds!” she exclaimed, looking up at you with bright eyes. You cherished the fact that she still loved the small and darling things about the world. 

“Birthday bluebirds,” Billy added on, sinking into the chair and nearly upsetting his hat. He gave you a lazy grin, eyes knowing. “Annie, I think there might be somethin’ in your room.”

She whirled around to look at him. “What?”

“Go look.” You released her with a kiss to her hair and she flew down the hall to where her surprise waited for her. Billy extended a hand in the meantime, which you took and allowed him to pull you down to sit on his thigh. Your legs tucked themselves primly between his, and you leaned against his chest as his arm fell to wrap around your waist, cheek warm against the top of your head. 

“You know you coulda come with us?” Billy rubbed your waist over your dress.

“I wanted you two to have some time,” you smiled, rewarded with a kiss to your brow. “And I’m a little tired anyways. It’s okay.”

“Hmm?” Billy secured both arms around you, holding you flush to his chest. “You’ve been tired real often, sweetheart. You feelin’ okay?”

“It’s just stress,” you assured him, rubbing a soothing circle into his chest. “Nothing that can’t be fixed by some rest.”

When you looked up at him his brow was scrunched, mouth poised to say something else, but he was cut off by a loud squeal from elsewhere in the house accompanied by rushed footsteps. Annie appeared in a blur of smiles and sunshine, leaping forward and throwing her arms around you and Billy. “The canvases are beautiful! And the new paints!”

“Your daddy was so excited to make them for you,” you smiled, wrapping your free arm around her. 

Billy squeezed you both tight. “You’re gonna make something beautiful like you always do. Happy birthday sweet girl.”

“I love you.” Those three little words never failed to bring joy to your heart, and when they were filled with so much happiness it nearly brought you to tears. Perking up, her eyes widened. “Maybe I can make it in time to get the sunset!” Annie disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving you with a smile.

The silence that followed her departure was soft, filled with Billy’s gentle touch. It was broken when he stretched an arm out, tilting his head back with a hand still on your tummy. “I’ll start dinner.”

“Oh, I’ve already got it going over the fire,” you smiled, straightening one of his suspenders. “Just need to watch it. And there’s a cake in the oven.”

“I can keep an eye on it all,” he promised, lips pressing to your temple. “You go lie down for a bit.”

“It’s no problem,” you tried, but he patted your waist.

 “C’mon. Go rest up, you’ve been busy today.” Billy bounced his knee and you giggled. He did it again, using the distraction to sweep you into his arms and stand up, carrying you through your laughter and landing in your bedroom atop the covers. You threw your arm over your head, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. He knelt at your side, smoothing your hair and kissing your forehead, his stubble scratchy on your skin. “Close your eyes for me?”

Still smiling, you did as he asked, beginning to relax. Billy gave you one last kiss on the forehead before you heard his footsteps exit the room. You shifted, your exhaustion finally catching up to you. He was right about you having been tired lately. Your body was achy too, even though the time for your monthly had long passed. 

Eyes flying open, you bolted up, a jolt of confusion rocking you to your core. It had been two months since you’d bled. All the figures began to add up in your head as you recalled how different your body had felt as of late as a whole, like it wasn’t your own anymore. Even Billy had commented on it, you recalled, on one of those late nights when he was determined to kiss a trail down every portion of you. “You’re softer,” he’d said nearly worshipfully. “Like you’re glowing.” 

At the time you’d not taken it into account. But now it was yet another mark against you.

Shakily, your hand moved to cover your stomach, a feeling of panic constricting your throat. Six years. Six years since you’d pleaded with any higher power for this very thing and now it was here. Despite the doctor’s apologies and warnings somehow this had persevered. By all rights it was impossible and yet…

Sleep was out of the question now. You laid back down, tears rising in your throat as you shut your eyes and tried to feign unconsciousness in case Billy came back in to check. You could hear his quiet humming from the kitchen, the only note of comfort in this moment. Should you tell him? That notion was dispensed of almost immediately. He’d be so disappointed if this happy news turned sour.

Your body wasn’t equipped to support such a fragile little life. The way it had been abused and altered was sure to destroy the baby growing inside, and the thought of it devastated you to no end. Stiffening atop the covers, you tilted your face sideways into the pillow and let a single tear fall, arms crossed over your middle.

Maybe you were atoning for some unknown sin, this gift given for the sole purpose of being taken away.

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[tomblythsource]

Bull Run starring Tom Blyth

[geminibsworld]

seeing the spoilers for sunrise on the reaping has been making me sob but i also feel like charlie from it’s always sunny when he’s connecting the dots LMAO

(this one) LOL

[coryopureasdrivensnow]

“For whatever reason, Snow has a very controlling personality. Then he experiences one of the most out-of-control emotions, falling in love.” - Suzanne Collins

[blytharchives]

Have you ever read the books? (Judgmental)

[ashwinsher]

[venusbyline]

i can fix him (no really i can)

[chappellsroans]

The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) + tweets

[xplore-the-unknwn]

Coriolanus Snow in TBOSAS a summary: