Okay LOOK how calm and peaceful he looks. Sitting alone there, in his own world. But also how sad he looks. The artist has done a really good job with the contrasting colours. His world is literally cold and blue right now and he just wants things to change. But he knows things don’t change in Gotham. It never does.
And then there’s the fact that his bike is there-
This boy drove- HE DROVE to sit on a bench and feed these birds. And no he didn't just hand them a leftover bite of his sandwich as he sat on a bench. No no no, he BOUGHT the breadcrumbs! Look at the little paper bag!! He bought breadcrumbs and drove his bike to sit alone on his bench and feed the pigeons.
This is what he does to calm down and unwind and empty his head from the bat-filled chaos he experienced. It's canon to me so yeah l'lI never shut up about this. My heart can't handle this information. I need to give this boy a hug
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tumblrs being transphobic, with the ceo himself starting an actual harassment campaign against a transfem & also banning transfems who post abt it.
Oh shit, I had not heard about that.
I would like to say I don’t understand why this shit keeps happening, but I actually do understand it way too well. It just makes me so sad and angry. Especially on a site where people find and make their communities.
So much of this is about ego, and the people with power wielding that power to protect themselves and failing to protect others with it. A mere hint of negative sentiment towards them is harassment that is dealt with immediately and harshly, but a dozen complaints about discrimination or threats or bullying take ages to process and frequently come to unsatisfactory moderation decisions.
Whatever the sentiments of the people running this hellsite, you are always welcome in my corner of the internet, wherever you find it. You are all wonderful, and we all deserve to feel that part of this space belongs to us and those to whom we can connect.
Transphobia has no place on tumblr, period. Or anywhere else in society for that matter. It is that which should be being rooted out.
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there's something to be said about gale telling peeta that katniss will choose the person she can't survive without - a sentiment that katniss notices lacks any mention of love or comfort or affection, only partnership and practicality. because survival is the basis of gale and katniss's relationship - their relationship is the product of an oppressive regime where so many people starve and die and suffer. they built a partnership out of pragmatic necessity - friendship and affection and yes, even love, did spring from that, but nevertheless, survival was the foundation for them, and the fact that the majority of their dynamic is spent in the woods and this is the only place gale sees her happy is symbolic of that.
but her relationship with peeta is extremely different. he gives her laughter and comfort and joy no matter where they are. he balances out the temperamental and volatile nature (a characteristic she shares with gale as a result of their conditions) with peacefulness and an appreciation for beauty and goodness. they have a trust and camaraderie and friendship that extends far beyond the need for survival, a bond that connects them beyond merely the need to stay alive and protect their loved ones. it is with peeta that she truly lives and laughs and loves and betters herself. peeta notices and brings out the most wonderful parts of her cold, dispassionate exterior (mockingjay, suzanne collins), gives her an appreciation for beauty in life (dandelion in the spring, the pearl on the beach, etc). he's the calmness and peacefulness that she needs to truly live and feel free and safe, while gale is violence and storms and outbursts (which she may agree with, but his tendencies to choose violence don't satisfy katniss's emotional needs in a relationship like peeta does).
to gale and katniss, love and relationships and friendships and human connection come second to practical concerns and the mere desire to simply not die. for peeta and katniss, love and life are about far more than just survival, which is why they share an emotionally charged connection that's stronger than what gale and katniss have.
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Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if SAG’s strategy was to hold off on A-lister presence on the picket line until they knew it wouldn’t hurt their message.
We know it’s not a coincidence the WGA strike comes to an end right after the Drew Barrymore debacle. I think the studios sacrificed Drew to do a temperature read: will a likeable celeb prevail against the strike? The answer was a resounding no. And then all the sudden they had an acceptable offer.
In the beginning of this strike we were reminded to stay focused: when we say actors are underpaid we are not talking about the top 2% of actors and the studios will try to make it seem that SAG is saying that top 2% is asking for a raise.
The entire WGA strike high ranking comedians picketed, strike force 5 is formed. WGA used their star power where they had it.
I think SAG saw the DB temperature read and decided it wouldn’t hurt their message to roll out the A listers. I mean- no huge names on the SAG picket line this whole strike then yesterday Jessica Chastain? Today Oscar Isaac, Pedro, Gabriel Luna, and so many many more? Just after WGA ends and DB controversy? I don’t think it’s a coincidence
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a birthday surprise!
you and your friends from the akademiya decide to pull a birthday surprise for wanderer.
“He went this way,” one of your friends whispers amongst your huddled group.
The three of you begin hastily scrambling to the pointed direction, determined to not lose track of the man you searched for, crouching as much as you could in the shadows of the forest to prevent giving yourselves away. If it weren’t for the cake sitting on a silver platter being held clumsily by three people, you’d be racing there to see your crush in no time. It’s a miracle how the homemade sweet wasn’t dropped yet.
Ah, here’s your cue!
“Surprise!”
You and your friends hurried towards Wanderer, nearly stumbling (but surprisingly none of you fell) as you all carry a cake you all made for his special celebration. He sneers at it.
You all stared at him, looking for any other reaction, growing nervous as all of you awkwardly idled with the heavy dessert tray.
After what seemed to be an eon, Wanderer let out a quick exhale before falling into a deep laughter that he can’t seem to control. Besides your colleagues (who stood there in a state of shock), you laugh as well, believing that you finally managed to crack his shell after all these months of him being in the Akademiya.
“What? Is this a poor excuse of a joke?” He stopped himself, raising an eyebrow at you.
You were stunned. Surely, he enjoyed the surprise? Why did he seem annoyed? Ignoring your timidness, you composed yourself, and said the first witty response that came to mind. “Your birthday isn’t a joke.”
Your friends come to the rescue. One of them pitches in, “Yeah! We wanted to express our gratitude for you being in our lives.”
“And to show you that we’re happy to have met you! Even though you might think we’re a nuisance sometimes…” You scratch your head with your free hand nervously.
Now it was his turn to gawk at you. It was as if you said something that was completely alien to him, but you were confident in your answer because, well, it is true. You and your fellow peers never treat birthdays as something trivial to jest about.
You watch as Wanderer pulls the brim of his hat down, catching a slight tinge of blush on his cheeks before he turns his head away.
You thought it was so cute that it was too late when you found yourself stepping away from your friends (who jolted to hold the cake still) to gently squeeze Wanderer into a warm embrace. You honestly thought that he would’ve killed you by now, yet, he allows your presence to engulf his form for a passing moment.
You hear a somewhat grumble emit from your pressed shoulder.
“Idiots,” he says, this time with no malice nor venom, but with a soft tone.
Nonetheless, with all of your strength, you step back to nod to your friend group, in which you all decide to give it your one best go at a birthday chant. Everyone, besides the man himself, collectively shouted so loud that even the archon herself could hear.
“Happy birthday, Wanderer!”
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Parallel Fates
clang of the tracks
rattling carriage
flashes of flora and dust
fractured panes reflect
unreciprocated familiarity
a boy whom you shared first grade
absorbed by the mass of strangers
who all knowingly decay
seventeen years of silence now
eternal, our bodies lie parallel
blood gushing down the seats -
as cleanly as our sins
deemed worthy of sacrificial act
media slaves, headlined
the tragic easter commute
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