#this destroyed me

[edenwolfie]

cracking open a cold one with the boys 👌

[shwasutopia]

the many faces of the one and only beautiful park seonghwa

[thatoneautistic]

“Who Knows Amanda Best” pt. 2 lmaoo

[saurinzz]

I just finished Babel. What a masterpiece.

[helpimstuckinanotherworlddd]

there's no light in that girls eyes :((

[ladydisofdurin]

the very first live performance of Downstairs.

[whispersbetweenchapters]

I think people moved on far too quickly from what might be some of the most haunting moments in Sunrise on the R(weep)ping: Part 1

The last three heartbeats of the arena, sharing chocolate. I nearly gagged when I first read this, and then tears ended up on my page. It's extremely haunting and hollow in a sense. These children who have just survived an ordeal, killed, watched people they cared about die, the blood staining the ground they’re trying to survive on, but they are human. They are still children who cannot hold the weight of the red leaking past them. It just makes me think of what Dr Gaul said, “What happened in the arena? That’s humanity undressed… A boy with a club who beats another boy to death. That’s mankind in its natural state." Yes, what Dr Gaul, saying is true, in a way, it is humanity undressed, but we are not that simple. It's in our nature to survive; that's why people throughout history have continued to fight, even when there was no hope. Because it is an essential part of our fibre to survive, and the children placed in these games, in this experiment of her's are extreme. We really see what humanity is undressed in moments like this. When compassion, morality, kindness, and hope exist.

Wyatt Callow jumping in front of Lou Lou. Reaper building the memorial of bodies. Ampert creating a connection to almost all the tributes, even knowing they'll be the ones most likely to kill him. Thresh letting Katniss go. The boy who held up Katniss when she fainted at the reaping. Sejanus risking his life to give his friend a proper burial. That is humanity undressed. It is when Silka sits at the base of the tree, sobbing, most likely thinking about the blood staining her hands, how close she is to going home, and the two more lives she will need to take. She could have climbed up that tree, she could have thrown a weapon at them. But she is human and she is a child who had to convince herself that the only hope she had to go back home was to kill and kill and kill.

Do you think she enjoyed it? Do you think the same girl, who had been weeping at the bottom of the tree, wanted this? Do you think that wasn't humanity undressed? It was a bare emotion, a raw reflection of the sickening reality that many children today face. But they push, they push and push because of that hope, the very chance they can be saved.

"District 1 doesn't reward Careers for being only human."

To Haymitch, that might be true, but out of the 'Career' districts, they were the 'most' human. District 2 was the last one to join the rebellion, and isn't it a bit sick that it was Sejanus's home? God Snow twisted something he loved so dearly, into what I'm sure Senjanus would be sick and rolling in his grave. Silka was to me very human. Most people, when placed in the position she's in, would do the same. They would become that 'monster' for the slim chance of getting home. Similar to Eren Yeager. At his chance for freedom. Silka was driven to the breaking point just like Eren for her chance of freedom. When she kills Wellie, we can see how much she is dissociating to stop processing what she's done. She is stuck in her head, fixated on the idea that she must get home, and that is the only way she can justify what she is doing is right. It's why she chucks Wellie's head away like it's nothing, because she has convinced herself it is; her brain is blocking it out. It is human, and she has hope. Hope is a dangerous thing, and it is what drives us.

And yet, we continue to watch, to read, to remember - not because we enjoy the pain, but because we find ourselves in it. The worst parts of humanity, yes. But also the best. That's what makes these stories linger in our bones.

It is us.

It is why they tried to rebel so many times. Because they had hope. Without hope, we are not human.