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DICKKORY DATE AT THE BOWLING ALLEY!??

Just finished The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. What blows me away is how Coryo has all the influences for him to become worse and to become better.

Here's what I mean, he's a mentor, so he has a close view of the games, which could make him more sympathetic with the districts or more cruel to them.

He writes the papers for Dr Gaul and talks with her a lot, their interactions could have made him more pro or more anti Capitol.

Dean Highbottom resents the Snows, which makes coryo anti-whatever-highbottom-believes, but hearing about the origin of the games could have changed his mind.

Sejanus, Tigris, and Lucy are all anti-capitol and they are the greatest influences in his personal life.

Spending time in D12 could have made him sympathize with the people that are the same as Capitol people, but instead he becomes more pro-capitol.

But as the first chapter makes very clear, he's out for personal success. It foreshadows everything. At the beginning he has some sympathy for the tributes but sees them as pawns for his own success. At any point, he had the catalysts in place for him to become anti-capitol. The conversations and family and friends. He could have been.

If it wasn't for fucking exams. I'd be in that theater first show watching TBOSAS.

could i bribe you into writing more elippo with telling you it'd make my quarantined ass happy while reading it ?

Bribe me with comments and reblogs ;) that’s all it takes.

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Wiping the sheen of sweat off his brow, Elia sighed, watching the hem of the curtains moving in the feeble breeze coming from the fan in the corner.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, blinking at the ceiling, lit up only by the sun outside. The lights were off, the living room bathed in shadows but it was still ridiculously warm even as he lay on the hard wood floor. “I would give anything for some air conditioning.”

“Repair guy said he was coming,” Filippo said from beside Elia, eyes closed, hand on his stomach, as though he was actually enjoying this.

“Before next century?” Elia didn’t know how long it had been since Filippo had pulled him down on the floor, saying it would be cooler somehow. Elia wasn’t sure why he’d believed that.

“You know what sounds good right now?” Filippo said, ignoring Elia’s sarcasm. Elia sighed in response, shoving his hair off his sticky forehead. The fan in the corner wasn’t nearly strong enough to blow away the hot, thick air swirling around them.

“Cold air.”

“Gelato,” Filippo said with a soft hum. “Ice cold, dripping through your fingers, sticky and wet and delicious.”

Elia blinked slowly at the ceiling. He wasn’t thinking about gelato as Filippo spoke, his mind wandering to other things wet and sticky. Fuck, though, it was way too hot to be thinking of that shit. Elia was pretty sure if he tried to move, he’d be stuck to the floor.

He wasn’t sure where Eleonora had run off to--probably somewhere that wasn’t ridiculously hot. Elia wasn’t sure why they couldn’t do that, why they were stuck waiting for the repair man.

“You’re sticky,” Filippo said, breaking Elia out of his thoughts, hazy and tired, as though the heat was weighing him down. He barely glanced over at Filippo’s finger tracing up his arm.

“It’s hot,” Elia said, as if Filippo didn’t know. As if the apples of his cheeks weren’t pink, a flush crawling up his neck.

“You can go if you want,” Filippo said after a minute, rolling his head back and closing his eyes. “Call Marti and see if his A/C is working.”

A part of Elia wanted to. He wanted so badly to not be sweating anymore, aching for some kind of relief that the pitiful fan was not providing. He could just leave, leave Filippo waiting for some guy who may or may not show up for hours. If he wanted to, he could have done it hours ago when Filippo had rolled him out of bed and announced the A/C was out.

But he was still here, his shirt discarded a long time ago, down to his boxers as he rolled onto his side, propped himself up on his elbow to gaze down at Filippo.

Filippo didn’t open his eyes, almost appearing asleep as Elia let his eyes graze over his shoulders, down his chest, the fox tattooed on his ribcage, the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his underwear.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said finally, brushing Filippo’s hair behind his ears. He’d been letting it grow out lately, starting to curl again, the bleach at the tips fading back to brown. Elia found he liked it this way, but then, he liked pretty much everything about Filippo.

Filippo’s eyes opened slowly, a smile curving his lips after a second. “Who knew you were so whipped.”

“Whipped?” Elia repeated, skeptical, but he didn’t pull away from Filippo, instead letting his fingers trail down his neck, leaving tracks in the sheen of sweat there. “I’m not staying for you.”

“Oh?” Filippo asked, curious eyebrows rising, like it he knew it was all bullshit.

“You know this is the first time we’ve had the apartment to ourselves in weeks. Since Edo left for the US?”

Filippo smiled knowingly. “Yeah,” he agreed, taking a deep breath as Elia’s fingers slid over his collar bone. Leaning into Elia, close enough that their noses bumped together, he tilted his head to the side, just enough that it would be so easy for Elia to kiss him. “Thought you were hot?”

He was. He was so fucking hot. But he was also very aware that Eleonora was gone and Filippo was wearing only a pair of boxers shorts, and well, they’d never fucked in the living room before and Elia wasn’t one to waste an opportunity.

“Maybe I want to be hotter,” he murmured as he closed what little distance there was between them, kissing Filippo easily, opening his mouth to Filippo’s, tongue sliding past his teeth as he rolled into him.

It was sticky skin, hot and flushed before they’d even begun, Elia’s hands anchoring in Filippo’s hair as they kissed, slow and languid, something aching in his chest when Filippo’s hands landed on his hips. 

Elia was going to make this good. He was going to make himself forget about the heat and how much he just wanted an ice cold shower. He was going to get his hand in between them, wrapped around Filippo, make him come with just his tongue.

Filippo’s soft exhale in his ear made Elia groan, biting at his jaw, hand gliding down Filippo’s stomach.

A knock on the door made Elia curse, almost disappointed when Filippo pulled away from his mouth. 

“That must be the repair guy,” Filippo said, patting Elia’s cheek with a slight smirk. “Keep that thought, okay?”

Elia certainly would, he thought as Filippo pushed himself up from the floor and pulled his shirt back on. Instead of getting up, Elia let out a breath and sunk back on the floor as Filippo let the guy in. He’d get something he wanted, one way or another.

Coming out Series

After three months of dating they finally decide to tell their friends about it. To come out. 🌈

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

started from the bottom now we’re here

skam italia s05e03 [Clip 1]: “Impossibile trovare le chiavi” [Sabato, 03:57, 24 ottobre 2020]

“As Elia imagined, accepting his father invitation to have dinner at his place was a big mistake. After getting into a big fight and storming out, he decides to go drink, party and look for somebody to hook up. Failing the last one, Elia decides to go back home, waking up Filippo when his keys appear to be missing”.

Suzanne Collins is one of the few contemporary writers who realizes the importance of names in her stories and the significance they bear. They add so many layers to the story, additional meanings that otherwise would not have existed.

The original trilogy:

Katniss: named after a plant of which you can eat the roots. Her father taught her where to find it and told her that “as long as you can find yourself, you’ll survive” (quote may be a little bit off, but it’s from one of the early chapters in THG). Additionally, the leaves are in the shape of an arrowhead, referencing her skills with the bow which her father also taught her how to use.

Peeta: literally bread lmao. But bread is one of the basic nutritions humans need, a little bit goes a long way to keep you alive. Peeta’s presence in Katniss’s life also kept her alive, literally and figuratively—the burned bread he threw her in the flashback and their complicated relationship.

Primrose: a plant with medicinal purposes, even more significant in light of her work as a medic in Mockingjay.

Gale: literally means “strong wind” and considering that in every encounter with Katniss he’s caused some reaction, he pulls her into directions she maybe initially doesn’t want to go in. Additionally, his name also represents his determination and steadfastness in his beliefs.

TBOSAS

Lucy Gray: named after William Wordsworth’s poem “Lucy Gray” which is about the titular character of the poem who got lost during a blizzard. She literally got lost in snow. Rachel Zegler sang this poem in two parts on the original soundtrack of the movie. When Snow asked who the girl in the song is, Lucy answers that she’s a mystery, just like her.

Snow: aside from the obvious snow references, I think his name is most significant in relation to Lucy and the poem. The only one who knows what caused her disappearance is Snow. He is the reason that Lucy is gone. But her traces in the snow are still visible. He will always remember her because the memory of Lucy has manifested itself in every part of his life.

Coriolanus: named after the Roman general (and also the titular character of Shakespeare’s play), Coriolanus wanted to attack Rome and become its ruler. He was scorned and celebrated by the people, only to be later exiled from the city by them. In TBOSAS, Coriolanus is the star pupil at the Capitol’s academy but sent into exile to the districts after he won the Games with Lucy through cheating.

Volumnia: Coriolanus mother who played a part in his ascent to power. In TBOSAS, she almost serves like a mentor to Coriolanus, teaching him how to think in terms of power.

There are so many other names that have historical (mostly Roman and Greek) connotations—Plutarch, Seneca, Cinna—but also regular names like Trinket and Beetee bear meanings that represent the character beautifully.

Names are important. For any lover of literature or (aspiring) writers, please look closely at them. They can shape your story into something unique.

Feel free to correct me if I’ve said something wrong. I know there are many names missing, but I can only add so many examples ✊🏻😔

I was wondering if you were gonna still post the continuation of that Elippo fic ? No pressure / not trying to rush , just wanna make sure I don’t miss it if you’re still planning on posting it

I know! We had some minor delays on account of studying and life, but here go with the continuation of THIS ELIPPO FIC.

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Filippo feels…

Well Filippo doesn’t really know if he’s felt much of anything recently. 

The first week– when Elia left him alone in his apartment with a half-eaten, meticulously chosen meal and a half-empty bottle of wine– is kind of a blur. 

He and Elia had been apart for longer than a week when they were whatever. Granted, not much recently, but one week wasn’t such a stress. But then the next week hit and Filippo just felt weird. Like he’d see something in the park or hear a funny joke and his thumb would immediately flit to Elia’s contact icon to…

To what? Tell him? Let him know that he was thinking about him? To want to share bits of his day with him?

Whatever it was, he couldn’t do that anymore. Which was… whatever. It was fine– it was–it was Elia’s choice because he wanted more than Filippo was willing to give.

It was fine. 

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