I’m so so so excited to read Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree. My dearest borrowed it for me to read and I may only be 3 chapters in but I’d die for Viv.
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
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Reading TBoSaS was an eye opening experience for me because for a minute I was like Katniss and Peeta had it so much better than Lucy and these other children who were treated like literal animals- transporting them like livestock and putting them in cages not to mention the very public, dehumanizing parades. But then I was horrified at myself because I couldn’t believe myself. It wasn’t better at all, Katniss and Peeta were brought there for the same exact purpose and putting them in fancy dresses and providing them with expensive amenities doesn’t take it away. It’s still the same horrible, wretched, gruesome tradition, I just thought it was better because it was also wrapped up nicely with a pretty bow which I guess was the whole point.
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nothing truly breaks my heart like tigris at the end of tbosas. the way she looked at coriolanus, trying to find a glimpse , just a glance of the little boy she raised. the boy that she tried so hard to pull into the light. the boy she fought tooth and nail for. the boy she swore could be good.only to realize that he is gone . not only that but he turned into the thing she feared the most for him.his father
she looked at crassus’ coriolanus snow trying to find her coryo
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unfortunately for jon snow, the role of "dead girl haunting the narrative" is already occupied by his mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, grandmother and step mother x2 so he's going to have to be forcibly resurrected :/
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Coriolanus was EVERYTHING for Sejanus. He meant the world to him and Coriolanus didn't even like him 80% of the time
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Imagine Childhood Friend!Coriolanus who is always so so touchy with you :( You know about his background, about his poverty and the situation his family is in but you never judged him, never made fun of him and treated him so sweetly and while he can't pay you back in in things like fancy gowns or precious jewelry (at least not yet), you have his undying loyalty and love♡
You may be smart, a star pupil of the Academy, you're still a little...clueless when it comes to your friendship with Coryo who seems to be almost always touching you, always has his hand somewhere on your body; for propriety's sake in public notthing more than hooking his arm with yours or a hand on your upper back but in the solitude of your room back at your mansion? He doesn't hold back♡
It may seem suggestive to everyone else but you, his delicate touches to your hands, his fingers gently gliding over your hips, his firm chest pressed against your back as he drapes himself over you when you're sitting on your bed and reading something, your delighted giggles music to his ears when he peppers featherlight kisses over your neck. To you it's just teasing or an invite to playfight, but to Coryo it's a perfect opportunity to get you used to his insistent touch and how he'll treat you when he takes you as his wife, the future First Lady of Panem♡
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Tassel-eared squirrels, poker-faced but exuding emotion with voice and tail, told you insistently what you already knew full well: that never had there been so rare a day, or so rich a solitude to spend it in.
—Aldo Leopold, from ‘On Top’
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