I am taking everyone who made a poll to gauge the True Percentage of Queers on Tumblr and putting them through a statistics course
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the unfettered RAGE i feel at seeing that pinterest has changed the pin icon to a bookmark. DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE??? ITS A PIN SYMBOL CAUSE YOU PIN IMAGES. TO A MOODBOARD. LIKE IN REAL LIFE??? THATS WHY YOURE CALLED PINTEREST. NOW WHAT ARE YOU. A SHEEP. YOUVE LOST YOURSELF. YOU FOLLOW THE MASSES BLINDLY, DROOL HANGING FROM YOUR JAWS AND NAUGHT BEHIND YOUR EYES. WHAT YOURE BOOKTREST NOW?? IS THAT IT?? FUCKYOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
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Don’t dye your hair to match with your blorbo dont dye your hair to match with your blorbo dont dye your hair to match with your blorbo dont dye your hair to match with your blorbo dont dye your hair to match with your blorbo don’t-
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light pollution
(script version + notes at the bottom:)
(Clay and Apollo are sitting on a grassy hill on a clear night)
Clay: It’s just not the real thing.
Apollo (glancing at him): What’s not the real thing?
Clay (pointing at the sky): I’ve seen it before, once. My dad and I went on a road trip a long time ago, and I got to see the real night sky. (He lowers his gaze) I thought it was unforgettable.
(Apollo waits for him to continue)
Clay: It’s so weird--I can’t remember what it looked like anymore. Whenever I see the stars here, all I know is that it wasn’t like this.
(Apollo turns his attention back up at the stars)
Apollo: No pictures?
Clay: No pictures. Plenty of them online, taken by other people, but it’s just not the same y’know?
Apollo (plucking a nearby dandelion): Mhm.
(Clay falls back on the hill with a soft thump, and Apollo looks at him again)
Clay: It’s terrifying.
Clay: We don’t really get to choose which memories will stick. If we could, I’d never forget how brilliant the sky was. I’d always see it with perfect clarity in my mind.
Apollo (observing the dandelion): Memories are like this dandelion. What are you really thinking about?
Clay (pauses): ...Will you remember me?
Apollo: What? That’s a stupid ques-
Clay: I’m afraid, Apollo. My greatest fear is being forgotten. Just like my memory of the unfiltered cosmos, when I die, how long will I linger in the hearts of others, if at all?
(Apollo scatters all but one of the dandelion seeds with a puff of air as he thinks)
Clay: How long until you forget my face, the sound of my voice, the way I lived?
Apollo: Why are you assuming you’ll die before me?
Clay: I’m a freaking astronaut in training, duh.
Apollo (sighing): Fair enough.
Apollo: I won’t forget you, Clay.
Clay: Thanks, Apollo.
Apollo: My memory of you will be as clear as the mud you were named after.
Clay (sarcastic): Thanks, Apollo.
Apollo (lightly): You know I’m only kidding.
Apollo: I don’t think you have to worry so much. We’ve got plenty of pictures and videos together, and at your insistence, no less. (He pauses, realization hitting) ....Oh.
Clay (quietly): Yeah.
Apollo: Hey, we’re still young. We have time.
Clay: Mm.
Apollo: ...Why don’t we go on a road trip after we graduate?
Clay: See the real night sky again? ...Sounds like fun.
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-in this comic the night sky is an analogy for memory (also represented by the color white), and light pollution is compared to the loss of it over time
-it’s not strongly implied but Apollo has seen the night sky as it should be, from when he was growing up, so he knows what Clay’s talking about
-the last seed on the dandelion represents Apollo’s memory of this flashback: it’s spotty, and he only clearly remembers the text in white (the rest he knows but not word for word)
-there is absolutely nothing in canon to support this exchange. Clay doesn’t talk about his mom at all here but I think that at some point after her death he comes to realize he can’t remember things about her, and it terrifies him. he’s not concerned with leaving any sort of legacy; he just doesn’t want to be forgotten the way his memories of his mother disappeared, so he starts taking tons of pictures/videos
-I thought it would be interesting to attempt to portray a quieter Clay--a more vulnerable side that he shows to very few people--so the memory doesn’t end with Clay instantly cheering up at Apollo’s suggestion (and whether or not he smiles when he closes his eyes is up to interpretation)
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