#snow's thoughts

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

Okay now imagine this-

You were five when you first met Inumaki. Poor you couldn't understand why he was so quiet in the sandbox area so you decided to take matters into your own hands, going up to him excitedly to intrude his personal space.

"Hwi... I saw you were alone- but don't worry because I'm going to be your friend from now on!"

"...."

You thought he didn't hear you so you tapped his shoulder to get his attention and repeated yourself.

"Uhm... Do you maybe wanna play with me?"

He did look at you with his big eyes, a small tilt of his head. But you got no response. You were disappointed to say the least, but a sudden thought came to your mind- 'What if he can't hear people?'. So you tried your best to sign him that you two could play together.

"...."

No response. You were getting upset until you saw little inumaki picking up a stick nearby and writing something on the sand.

'I am sorry'

The smile on your face appeared at the speed of light.

"It's okay- mother told me that forgiving people is kindness, and I am kind." Your voice held a sense of pride for mentioning your qualities. You saw him writing again.

'Do you want to be friends?'

"Of course! I would love to"

You reached out a hand towards him.

"I'm (y/n) and your name?"

'Inumaki'

"And your first name?"

'Toge'

"Can I ask you something, Toge?"

With his small nod you went ahead with your question. You pointed towards his face.

"What's that mark at the corner of your lips?"

He looked taken aback, pointing to his mark before beginning to write again.

'Cursed speech'

You mouthed an 'oh'.

"Mother told me about that- in stories where they defeated the bad monsters... Are you one who protects non jujutshu sorsherors...?"

He nodded and you beamed, crouching down beside him to play in the sandbox with him.

Even to this day, you've been a victim to Toge's teasing for your speech in your younger days. And you always came up with the same response- 'At least I could speak, couldn't I?' before getting pinned down on the couch by him and feeling his hands tickling your sides as you laugh out loud, kicking your feet and begging him to stop followed with a series of 'I'm sorryyy' between your gasps.

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

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[goodnightmari]

I did not know they were stackable ?????????

[you-askedforthis]

In Catching Fire Katniss mentions that Victors are meant to have a “special talent” and that hers was fashion design.

She says she refuses to sing for the Capitol, implying it is her choice.

Which just seems improbable to me, the Capitol is not above forcing Victors to perform.

In reality Snow was probably the one to refuse to let her sing. He was not going to let a Covey girl from District 12 sing in the Capitol ever again.

[ghostinwinterfell]

giggling at the thought of snow watching katniss and peeta win the games under haymitch’s mentorship with lucy gray’s songs as their own personal soundtrack. every mockingjay that he could never control on one unhinged team, openly defying his rules and winning the public’s adoration in the process. absolutely insane.

[livingfandomly]

This is something I’ve seen a lot and I’ve also joked about a lot but after SotR I just need to clarify my actual thoughts on this topic: Snow’s “twink death” and his inability to let go of, what was essentially, a month long relationship.

The thing is, it’s not Lucy Gray that he’s holding a grudge against… it’s her lifestyle. He got to experience first hand, the freedom and self-assurance that groups like the Covey generated for themselves. He saw Lucy Gray run off into the woods, swim in a lake, sing and dance with her peers, all after a game that should’ve destroyed her spirits - because that is the point of the Games. To have a sole surviving reminder of why the Capitol is in control. To send back one “victor” who every district hates because the person standing in front of them is taking their friend/child/sibling/cousin/partner’s spot. To completely dismantle that person’s ability to cope with the world the way they used to and to have them beholden to the Capitol for “awarding” them with riches. They’re supposed to serve only as a reminder, a threat, a shell of a person who is visibly hollow and tarnished, hated by many, feared by some and pitied by few.

Lucy Gray is not that shell. Lucy Gray, therefore, serves as a constant reminder to Snow of what should not be happening to those who get to leave the arena. The more he takes command of the Capitol and the Games, the more the “mistakes” of the Games stand out to him because his benchmark for measuring them is Lucy Gray.

Keep in mind that the 10th Games were also the first time he got to see from the inside out. He saw what pissed off the tributes. He saw how they were transported. He also saw how the public reacted at the home district. Lucy Gray had nightmares, sure, but her ability to re-mingle with her friends was a failure of the Capitol. He saw the need to maintain a constant difference between “victor” and “friend”. He saw the need to put them on tours so that the divide and distance grows. He saw the need to be able to broadcast every aspect of the Games without having to constantly be frantically cutting the feed or very obviously fixing the narrative, because that was yet another failure of the system the Capitol was trying to enforce.

This becomes so clear in SotR when he has his talk with Haymitch and realises that the Lucy Gray spirit he has been trying to squash is still alive. Not only that, it’s infectious. It can take someone like Haymitch, someone who is very well pressed under the Capitol thumb, and spark a fire inside him. The colours of the Covey, the singing, it doesn’t just represent Lucy Gray, it represents aspects of freedom that shouldn’t exist. Even him saying:

“You love her. And oh, how she seems to love you. Except sometimes you wonder because her plans don’t seem to include you at all.”

Is so telling because he can’t fathom that a person in the districts could have the independence of thought to do whatever they want. To him, she should be desperate to go back to the Capitol with Snow to get a chance to live the dream that they’re trying so hard to sell, but obviously failing.

So no, Lucy Gray isn’t just the girl he couldn’t get over. She’s the girl that serves as a warning, as an abomination of the purpose of the Capitol. As his personal blueprint of what should not be repeated ever again.

[pachimation]

❄️ winter wonderland ❄️

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

I’ve been away for so long help I’ve lost my motivation to continue life

[swordmaid]

jon/dany art trade for @saessenach 🖤❤️

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

Now that's a good way to put it

respect to Dazai, a 22 year old guy, who should be at the club and is instead outsmarting an immortal evil genius who has lived for hundred of years.

[elodieunderglass]

And one amang, an Iyrysch man,

Uppone his hoby swyftly ran…

WAIT HANG ON - slamming the brakes on drawing this stupid picture - do you nerds even KNOW the etymology of the word “hobby”? The thing you do for pleasure? The thing you have too many of? The thing you spend too much money on and share with your friends? The thing tumblr probably is to you? Those hobbies?

It comes from a now-kind-of-extinct breed of Irish pony-horse. It was called the Irish Hobby. Supposedly the hobby got its name from the Gaelic word obann, or swift. They definitely were. They’d obann your pants clean off.

Fast tough little bastards, built for rough terrain and renowned for their speed and stamina, hobby horses belonged to the Celts, and their highly annoying style of mounted warfare. but their conquerors liked hobby horses a lot, kept them, used them for themselves, and found them useful enough, despite the fact that they also had famously useful things like mounted knights or horse archers. A lightweight Irish warrior, mounted on a hobby horse, was called a hobelar.

Reportedly and in depictions, hobelars rode without stirrups. Or saddles. Or bridles. Or - well - this is all sounding very improbable, because the hobelars COULDNT have just been charging around basically bare-assed on naked ponies, screaming, and somehow in the process undoing the composure of actual mounted armoured knights. Knights who, I remind you, had stirrups. Stirrups are useful! It’s quite likely the hobelars had some gear. And clothes. and weapons. And the ponies probably had some tack - I am picturing a bellyband that you could at least hang a saddlebag on, and a neck rope for catching the bloody thing, even if not a saddle. But the overall impression, somehow created by people on darling little ponies, was apparently quite striking and fearful.

I mean. God Forbid People Have Hobbies.

Anyway after a while, whatever people became the British had eventually conquered all of the rough terrain that hobbies were best at, and horse archers just got sexier, and mounted knights became aristos, and all the bog and forest people had been subdued, so it was time to sunset the hobelars. but WAIT! Hobby horses are still tremendously fun and appealing! They’re so fast! and you can ride them without a saddle! Sure, they’re not up to the weight of a mounted knight, or indeed a lot of guys… but surely we can still find a use for a hobby or two? In the back garden? Somewhere?

At which point an English king decided to keep hobby horses just for fun. No military application. No further development of the technology. Not for fun. Just as expensive, pleasurable, pets. Just for the joy of the thing.

And that is how hobby (activity done purely for pleasure) comes from hobby horse (small horse) possibly from obann (swift.) they’re very interesting and you should look all this up for yourself! because it sure sounds like Elodie doing a bit, doesn’t it?

Today, Irish Hobbies are functionally nonexistent. References for drawing include the Kerry Bog Pony, the Connemara, and (I personally think) Dartmoors and Exmoors. They’re said to have lent their speed to the Irish Hunter/Sport Horse and from there to the Thoroughbred, but every damn horse in the world claims relation to the Thoroughbred, and they can’t be THAT thoroughly bred.

At any rate - you can never have enough hobbies. Just be glad that yours aren’t expensive beasts with minds of their own, eating their heads off in the pasture! …Unless they are. In which case, you’re part of a proud tradition.

[hayden-christensen]

RACHEL ZEGLER as LUCY GRAY BAIRD The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes (2023) | dir. Francis Lawrence

[edelwoodsouls]

thinking about the fact that they made a point to tell us that there are no cameras in the vents. like- lucy gray is a performer, she is always performing, it is her calling and her survival mechanism and when we meet her she literally cannot stop performing because she is always on camera or being perceived- by coriolanus, by the capital, by her fellow tributes and the folks back at 12. but for that one, awful moment, in the vents, watching dill drink the poisoned water she laid as a trap- for that one moment in the whole entire movie, lucy gray isn’t being observed. that is the only moment in the entire movie she isn’t performing for someone else, and she uses it to grieve

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

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Sometimes you can just tell when it's massive

[cosmicschmidt]

I need this man biblically.