#Capitol rebels

[its-tea-time-darling]

➸ The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) vs. The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013)

Look at this. They're holding hands. I want them dead.

#baggage much mr. snow? #the hunger games #thg #thgedit #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #ballad of songbirds and snakes #corionalus snow #president snow #lucy gray baird #if you saw me post this 5 seconds ago and delete and reformat it again no you didnt #snow knows a thing or two about how pressure form the capitol can forge unlikely alliances... motivate people to rebel against the system.. #also #isn't it kind of neat that the 'i want them dead' #is also kind of that he wants young snow and lucy to be dead? for them never to have happened etc... #lucky flickerman #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games: catching fire #tbosasedit #the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy x snow #snow x lucy #snowbaird #coryo snow #my gifs #mine #gifhungergames

[itsajollyjester]

I was looking at my drawing I did of Finnick from a few days ago and thought the random stray hair highlights I added actually looked more like gray hairs. And then I couldn't shake the idea of (handsome, darling of The Capitol) Finnick going gray at 24 from all the stess, bad diet, lack of light, etc that he went through at the beginning of Mockingjay

#Imagine the last time people saw him was in the quell #and then he shows up in rebel propaganda looking like this #and then they hear his story of the capitol's ab*se #This is as canon to me now as Peeta's freckles #Like yeah #Katniss probably would have at least mentioned it #but that's not gonna stop me #finnick odair #thg finnick #mockingjay #the hunger games #catching fire #thg series #hunger games fanart #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital artist #clip studio paint #jolly art

[eldritch-thrumming]

may the odds be ever in your favor.

“Dustin Henderson!” The voice rings out from the front of the crowd, perky and cheerful, like the whole entire town hasn’t been gathered here to watch as two of its children are sent to the slaughter on national television.

Steve’s heart pounds in his chest. Sweat breaks out across his back. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, makes his fingertips throb. Dustin, just a few rows in front of him, turns to look at Steve. He meets Steve’s gaze with tears in his eyes, panicked.

Steve can’t think. He can’t see anything beyond Dustin’s fear.

“I volunteer,” he hears himself yell out. His voice sounds shockingly calm to his own ears. “I volunteer as tribute.”

There’s a murmur in the crowd, a ripple of movement. No one from their district has ever volunteered in the history of the Games. Steve is eighteen. This was his last year participating in the Reaping. He'd almost made it.

The fear doesn’t disappear from Dustin’s face, his eyes round and glassy. Steve is distantly aware that Dustin is yelling, but he can’t hear anything over the rushing in his own ears. A Peacekeeper appears on either side of him and they pull him towards the stage, their hands firm and bruising around his biceps. Steve’s feet drag. He can’t seem to lift them high enough to step on his own. The Peacekeeper’s practically drag him up the steps and onto the raised platform of the stage.

Sam Owens, the tribute escort for their district, is smiling wide, teeth white and blinding in the morning sun. He pats Steve on the back, moves him to center stage with his hands on Steve’s arms.

“District 12’s first volunteer ever!” Owens yells into the microphone. “How exciting! History in the making.”

There’s only silence. Steve’s eyes find Claudia Henderson in the crowd. The look on her face shifts from relief to horror and back again. Even from here, Steve can see the tears on her face, shimmering in the sunlight.

Just then, movement at the back of the crowd of teenagers catches his attention. He spies Nancy in one of the back rows. She isn’t ever included in the Reaping, has never had to sign up for tesserae as the mayor’s daughter, but she always shows. Every year when Steve asks about it, she mumbles something about ‘bearing witness.’

Nancy, beautiful in her expensive wool dress, dark hair curled and pinned out of her face, raises her left hand. She presses the fingertips of her first three fingers to her lips before raising her arm high into the air.

Steve watches in fascination as the crowd shifts, shuffling in place, before lifting their own hands and mirroring Nancy’s salute. Steve swallows, breathes deep for the first time in what feels like hours.

Owens’s smile falters, but only slightly. “Right. Now for the girls.” He moves to the large glass bowl, hand circling, fingertips reaching. He pulls a tiny folded paper from the bowl. His hands are quick and sure as he breaks the seal, glancing down at the name. “Robin Buckley!”

The crowd shifts again. Steve feels his lungs collapse in his chest. He focuses in on where Robin stands at the center of the crowd of girls. Her mouth hangs open, her blue eyes huge in her pale face. Steve feels as if his knees are about to give out, wobbly and weak, but he somehow manages to keep his balance. He sees Nancy—just beyond Robin—barely react, but doesn’t miss the way her jaw tightens and her fists clench at her sides, knows her well enough by now to read her tells. The crowd parts as Robin slowly makes her way towards the stage. Owens pulls Robin by her hands, positions her so she stands shoulder to shoulder with Steve.

Steve feels like he might lose consciousness at any moment. His stomach turns, throat constricting. His vision goes dark around the edges.

He can’t bring himself to look over at Robin, knows he’ll lose control if he does, but he feels the back of her hand brush against his, feels her pinky curling around his. He has to bite back a sob and looks down at his feet, breathing deep through his nose.

Everything becomes a blur. Time seems to simultaneously slow down and speed up. Peacekeepers flank Robin and Steve as Owens leads them toward the Justice Building. They only have so much time before they’re forced onto a train bound for the Capitol, will only have a handful of minutes to say goodbye to everyone they’re leaving behind.

Once they make it to the Justice Building, they’re led into a wood-paneled sitting room with overstuffed armchairs and too many throw pillows. Steve’s head is starting to pound, temples throbbing. He feels a heavy pressure behind his eyes and he falls onto a couch in the center of the room. He leans his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He pushes his palms against his skull. He’s vaguely aware of Robin perched on the cushion next to him, spine ramrod straight, both feet planted firmly on the floor. Her hands twist in her lap.

Steve isn’t sure how long they sit there before the door opens and Dustin comes rushing toward him. Claudia Henderson follows closely behind her son. Robin’s parents bring up the rear.

“Steve, are you stupid? Why would you do that?” Dustin screeches at him, flinging his arms around Steve’s neck—practically tackling Steve into the cushions—and holding on for dear life. Steve can’t respond to him, throat suddenly dry. All he can do is bring his arms tight around Dustin, returning his hug. Several long moments pass before Dustin finally releases him. He looks so young, face red and blotchy. He brings his sleeve up to wipe at his nose and something in Steve fractures as he watches him.

Steve looks at Claudia, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He stands from the couch and opens his arms to her. She practically falls into him, winding her arms around his waist. “Don’t let him watch,” he tells her, voice low so Dustin won’t hear. He feels his own burning tears spill from the corners of his eyes. They only have a few moments together. “Promise me. Please. He can’t watch.”

Claudia lets out a sob, but Steve can feel her nod against him. “I promise. Come back to us. Promise to fight, Steve,” she whispers, so only Steve can hear. Steve breathes in deep, smells the floral perfume she only wears three times a year on special occasions, the one that reminds him of warm hugs and home.

“Promise,” Steve whispers back.

The visitors are ushered out of the room and Steve is finally able to look at Robin. Her eyes are bright, shiny with tears, but she hasn’t cried, not yet. She has that look on her face, the one Steve recognizes as determination. The one she wears when they decide to break Capitol rules and hike out into the woods, into the bright sunny clearing by the stream where her quick fingers work on building her traps while Steve sharpens his arrow- and spearheads. All they can do is stare at each other.

Someone knocks softly on the door, breaking the spell between them. They both jump and turn toward the sound as the heavy door creaks open. Nancy steps through.

Her face is swollen and her eyes are red-rimmed, but her bottom lip is firm and her head is held high. She has something clutched in her hand.

She crosses the room to where they sit. She kneels in front of them on the patterned carpet. She grabs at Steve’s hand with her free one, pressing whatever’s in the other into Robin’s palm.

“You’re allowed one token from home in the arena,” Nancy’s voice comes out low and quick. “Will you wear this?” Robin looks down at her hand, turns over a gold pin. Steve can’t quite see what it is, thinks it might be the shape of a bird.

Robin nods, gaze lifting to meet Nancy’s.

“Stick together,” Nancy tells them. “Promise. That’s what will get you through the Games. Trust no one but each other. They want a show. Give them one. I—just—” She clearly wants to say more, but she bites her lip, shaking her head. Her curls bounce. “Just. Keep each other safe. Stay alive.” As she says it, a single tear falls from her eye. She abandons her grip on Steve’s hand to wipe it away angrily. “Promise,” she demands.

“Promise,” Robin’s voice comes out a hoarse whisper. “We promise, Nance.” Her fingers curl around the gold pin.

Nancy wraps them both in firm but quick hugs before she leaves the room without a backward glance.

~*~

Robin and Steve are left alone for what feels like hours but can really only be a few minutes before being driven to the train that will transport them to the Capitol. Owens leads them into the lavish train car, where the District 12 mentor, Murray Bauman, already sits.

“Well,” he says, smiling grimly, arms open wide. “What beautiful and brave tributes we have this year.” He takes a swig from the bottle clutched in his hand.

Neither Robin nor Steve speak, they just move toward the seats opposite Murray, dropping down onto the plush cushions in tandem. Steve’s head is still pounding, exhaustion making his arms feel heavy.

Steve must fall asleep sitting up, because the next thing he knows, he wakes to a moving train and dark windows. Robin is no longer next to him. He hears murmuring and glances around, finding Robin and Murray huddled together in a corner, heads close.

Steve clears his throat, sitting up straight. The two of them glance toward him. Robin gives him a tight smile, small and strained. Murray’s grin is wider, but no more happy than Robin’s.

“What’d I miss?” Steve mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Talking strategy,” Murray tells him. “Come join the party.” He pats the seat of the chair next to him.

Steve pushes himself from his seat and crosses the small space, dropping heavily into the wooden chair.

“I was asking Murray about finding shelter in the arena,” Robin says softly, like she can tell that Steve’s head is still killing him, despite his nap.

“Right. So?” Steve turns toward Murray.

“So your first priority is surviving long enough that you’ll even need shelter,” Murray replies. “The first few moments in the arena are the deadliest. Absolutely brutal. The Careers will rush the Cornucopia and unprepared tributes will be picked off one by one. Don’t get caught up in the bloodbath.”

Steve thinks that they probably should take everything Murray says with a massive grain of salt. He and Robin hadn’t even been alive when Murray had won the 50th Games almost 25 years ago, but it was common District knowledge that he’d only won as a fluke, because of stupid mistakes other tributes had made and not because of any strategic prowess on his part. Now, Murray was mostly known as the town drunk, who spent his winnings at the only pub in town and more often than not made a fool of himself as he stumbled through the streets before the miners had even broken for lunch.

Steve and Robin share a look.

“No, stop, what’s that?” Murray says pointing between them. His gaze jumps from Steve to Robin and back again.

“What’s what?” Robin asks, genuine confusion coloring her voice.

“That look. Are you… can you read each other’s minds?” The last part is said in a fascinated whisper.

“You’re drunk, old man,” Steve says, rolling his eyes and scowling. Murray is getting on his last nerve already.

“You’re not wrong, kid.” Murray smiles and takes another pull from the bottle in his hand.

Steve sighs. “We should probably call it a night. It’s been a long day. We can reconvene when our heads are clearer.” He gives Murray a pointed look.

“My head is plenty clear,” Murray slurs.

“Right. Get some sleep,” Steve tells both Robin and Murray. “And drink some damn water.” The last part is directed at their mentor.

Murray salutes them both before disappearing from the train car, wandering off to his bed.

Robin and Steve stand in silence.

“Well, goodnight, Steve,” Robin whispers into the space between them. Her voice sounds small in a way it so rarely does. Steve can’t help but reach out a hand to her, pulling her into his chest before she goes of to bed. She sags against him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

“We’ll figure it out, Rob,” he mumbles into her hair, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head. “We always do.”

Robin sniffles and pulls away, rubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah. We always do.”

She gives him one last look before following Murray out of the train car.

I made a post a lil while ago abt a Steddie x Hunger Games AU because Hunger Games was all over my for you page for whatever reason. Here’s a take on it. This will likely continue BUT I do not do tag lists. I’m sorry! They give me anxiety 🌝 hope you like it!

#Nancy is already working w rebels at this point #she knows they’re planning to break into the arena during the games and hopes it’ll be in time to save Steve and Robin #Eddie and Max are tributes from district 6 #and they will all live!!!! #Murray is a conspiracy theorist and suspects that Steve and Robin are capitol mutts w telepathy lol that have been planted in the district #to infiltrate the games. he’s wrong of course but he’s also drunk so can u blame him #eventual steddie #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #ronance #stobin platonic soulmates #platonic stobin #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #Steddie x hunger games au #hunger games au #also it has been literal years since I read/watched the hunger games lol

[caesarflickermans]

finnick is wearing a shirt too big for him at the end of catching fire. there's only one person in the scene who would have larger sized shirts. therefore, the shirt must be plutarch's hit send

#thg #the hunger games #finnick odair #plutarch heavensbee #according to my lore this is the second time finnick has #borrowed a shirt from the capitol rebel team <3 <3 #no i will not elaborate

[moreespressoformydepresso]

Given how the snakes were dropped into the arena through a hole in the ceiling, you gotta wonder how Gaul was planning to get them in there before the bombing. Nobody could have seen that one coming, right?

You don’t just create snakes in a day or even a week. That kind of thing takes, even though hers were still babies. Yes, the snakes were still young, but they’d clearly been made far before the bombing. Gaul was always planning on releasing them into the games, I don’t think it’s controversial to say she was just using the deaths of Breen (book) and Felix (movie) as an excuse to do so. If they hadn’t died she would have found a different justification. So it was always her intention to release them into the games. Both the means to get the snakes into the arena and her reason for letting them loose were caused by the bombing…

Look I’m not saying Gaul was behind those bombs, I’m just pointing out that it sure was convenient for her.

#it’s only ever assumed they were planted by rebels and it’s mentioned anyone can wander into the arena unnoticed #but how would those rebels ever get into the city though? #not many capitol citizens are sympathetic to the districts #let alone the rebels #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games #10th hunger games #hunger games #theory #that’s just a theory #dr gaul #volumnia gaul #i’m just saying #it would make sense #more sense than a random rebel attack

[vict12r]

desperately wish the cf movie had kept in ever.lark each scoring a 12 in training because that was simply so insane

#ooc ‍ … ‍ ⁀ ➴ gay gay lesbian gay. #morning thoughts only brainrot #BUT LIKE? ACTIVELY DEFYING THE CAPITOL AND BREAKING THE SCORE RECORD? #being painted as targets but also secretly applauded by plutarch who was a rebel #it’s so good

[inezs-believable-stories]

my roman empire is the way the hunger games becomes less and less dystopian and more and more realistic as the years go on

#the elite few spending thousands to alter their appearance and buy peacock dresses they were once?? happens all the time #bombing hospitals because everyone in there has committed treason by being in the same building as the rebels??? sounds familiar… #capitol people are more concerned about a fetus than teenagers they w watch die every year? oh wait! that one is familiar too #the world we live in is disgusting #the hunger games #catching fire #the mockingjay #suzanne collins

[heftbyjapanesebreakfast]

why should i fucking care that gale wanted to blow up capitol medics trying to aid peacekeepers or capitol fighters. like i don't fucking careeeee and within the context of the books i think he was right for developing the bomb😭😭 fuck them like

#saw a tweet that was like 'the capitol was bombing hospitals left and right. the rebels needed to get their lick back' #and quite literally at this moment in time that's exactly how i feel #it's not gale's fault coin appropriated his idea and used it to kill children #collins will face punishment for demonizing revolution #m #thg #AND FUCK DISTRICT 2 AS WELL

[mariatesstruther]

TLOU AU where Joel has to mentor Ellie, having survived his own and having watched his daughter die, name drawn out at just 12 after he pissed off the people in charge.

(Mentor Joel who died because he went feral in games, everyone knows it. Mentor Tess who survived by being charismatic and downplaying her abilities at first.)

oh bestie!!!! yes!! check my “hg au” tag! i have a whole world for you!! ive been playing around with these ideas so much that im definitely hoping i can work on it as a full fic for 2024.

i was thinking about mentor joel a lot today, actually, and the logistics of him having a daughter who has been killed by the time ellie gets reaped. thinking along the lines of him being like haymitch (which i think is perfect considering haymitch also apparently had a younger brother??? and a gf??? slay), he would’ve been reaped and won the second quarter quell just before he turned 18

so then where would sarah come in????? i was thinking about this today. i really doubt joel would’ve willingly had any children after winning. it’s an extremely dangerous and careless thing to do knowing that, as a victor, you and your family essentially become capital property.

but what is sarah was conceived BEFORE joel was reaped??? what if joel and his girlfriend, young and stupid with love and without reliable contraception, got pregnant before he won?? what if joel went into the games never wanting the capitol to find out about sarah at all?????

maybe the plan had been for her to be raised by her mother and taken care of by joel in secret once he won. it wasn’t uncommon for people in twelve to take care of other children in the community, and the capital wouldn’t care enough to notice joel giving away his winnings. but maybe —like most plan against the capital—it was futile: sarah’s home-birth, which in twelve were always risky for mother and child alike, had been deadly for lucy. maybe joel had been forced to publicly claim sarah has his own before she was sent to an orphanage

and maybe when the capital finds out, they’re forced to play along with it: they celebrate sarah miller as “the capital’s darling, the child of the games,” a pure and innocent reminder of the joy that came from an orderly world such as theirs. then, as revenge, they either kill her intentionally in a later games or “unintentionally” in some crossfire between rebels and peacekeepers

#i think sarah being put in the games is too easy tbh and i think her being killed by soldiers in this au is a cool way to reflect the game #hg au #mentor!joel #ive been playing around with a version of tess mixed with plutarch heavensbee bc i think her being capitol turned rebel spy is so good #or all the heavensbees being like an undercover rebel family so she was raised as a spy #but mentor tess????? interested!!!! #what district are you thinking she’d be from anon???? twelve? #whatever district yeah i could TOTALLY see her playing innocent and demure until she gets into the arena #maybe she’d be like haymitch and use the force field to win or some other loophole #i could see her very subtly outsmarting the capital and catching the attention of the rebels that way #im assuming thats how haymitch was brought it but i could be wrong #tysm anon pls reply to my questions!!!!! what r u ideas for mentor tess!!!!! #joel #sarah #joel and sarah #tlou #the tipsy bison #tlou au #the hunger games

[kweza]

4 books in and now the reason why it's called "the hunger games" finally makes more sense to me lol

#i was thinking it's because they can exchange food for their names added to the reaping #or just because everyone's poor and hungry in general #but the fact that it's probably the capitol being petty #because the rebels held food from them during the war #and now they're doing the same and making a mockery of it #yeah that makes more sense #tbosbas

[denydefeat]

Coriolanus Snow hears Katniss sing and thinks of Lucy Gray but It's when she inadvertently starts to rebel that he's reminded of Sejanus Plinth. All he finds Katniss and Lucy Gray to have in common is mockingjays and singing - and a possible distant relation - but her entire rebellious attitude is so vividly that Sejanus that it takes him back.

#MUSE / Coriolanus Snow #[ i see all the katniss / lucy gray parallels ] #[ but no one talks about how katniss and sejanus are literally way more parallel ] #[ like i get the katniss / lucy gray ones so hard but ] #[ sejanus is right there - the rebel fighting in the capitol against the hunger games ]

[daisythornes]

god. why are people treating the war in Israel / Palestine like it's a morally black and white Saturday morning cartoon, or a dystopian novel where nothing has real life consequences and your team winning matters more than people hurting or dying.

occupation and oppression are terrible and so are terrorist attacks. supporting Palestinian liberation is good, but cheering on hamas is cruel. i think we need to evolve past thinking revolution can only happen through violence, because violence only ever begets more violence, and the cycle never fucking ends this way. like can you not see that from... all of history? there's never been a war to end all wars, and there never will be. something else is the answer, but i don't know what.

the hospital bombing in Gaza today is truly horrible news, and my heart goes out to all those lost and all those grieving. my heart goes out to Israelis dealing with their own mourning and suffering just the same.

#basically i just think it's so much more nuanced that people are acting like it is #and hating the israeli government is not an excuse to ignore #the fact that jewish people feel unsafe right now for good reason #just like... be mindful of how you discuss this stuff #i see it veer into antisemitism so fucking often #and try to have sympathy for those caught in the crossfire of both sides' actions #did you guys not read where in the hunger games katniss was like wait it's fucked up that the rebels are bombing innocent capitol citizens

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

tbh while first reading i was surprised that katniss believed it was snow that caused that bombing and not coin. while katniss was discussing weapons with gale and beetee in special weaponry there's a line that literally reads something like-- they're designing bombs to play on human emotions like compassion; first bomb goes off, people rush in to offer first aid, then a second, more powerful bomb goes off. i was not at all surprised by snow's reveal that coin ordered the bomb.

#although i'm only now figuring out what reason the rebels had to drop the bomb lol i was so confused first time #like yes it's literally spelled out that it was done to make the captiol look bad but i was like #for what reason do capitol citizens think that snow would have bombs dropped on them at all #and i'm just now realising that they think he did that to kill of the rebels not caring that citizens would be cllateral damage #like that's the impression the general public has doesn't it #they also think the rebel medics were so nice trying to rush in and help capitol citizens when they had no reason to #thg

[jaegerbroshoe]

It’s really interesting learning about how the Capitol evolved into what it is and how much they actually struggled through the war. I wonder if the reason cannibalism in the Games was forbidden was because it was a reminder of the war for a lot of them.

Also, it’s interesting to see how while the war was fresh in their minds, the Capitol residents found the Games unpleasant (like it wasn’t hyped at first). I guess over time, as those who lived through the war died, the younger generations who were born into comfort had an easier time getting brainwashed.

Anyways, I’m really happy we get a deeper insight into the Capitol with this book. I always wanted to read the perspective of one of its residents to see how they perceived the whole thing (and it’s great to see there was a lot of resistance to the idea at first). And now that I’m older, I love villains so it’s interesting to read from the pov of one.

#one thing I’m still unclear on is whether the capitol was actually really corrupt before the dark days #like were the districts always in poverty and that’s why they rebelled? #or did the worst of the conditions they lived in only come about as a result of losing the war? #and they only rebelled because 13 goaded them into it? #tbosas #misc #my opinion

[wearemozzerians]

Morrissey Interview 2022 available 28 November. In his first filmed interview since 2015, Morrissey speaks on his best album to date.

Recorded October 9, 2022 at The London Palladium during his triumphant U.K tour.

Directed by @samestyrayner’s

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#morrissey #moz #mozarmy #bonfire of teenagers #newalbum #new music #capitol records #rebels without applause #music #pop music #alternative music #UK #morrissey tour 2022

[wonderlesch]

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