- Melbourne, AUS.
Let no one drag you down! (:
She told me I could be anything I wanted. (x)
Adventure Time went ahead and created a transgender cookie. HATS OFF. I love this show so much.
is this a thing?
i love this show so much
Since the episode was taken down on the original source, here’s a link to another place to watch it.
Another thing about this episode that really helped me was where he said “She laughed in my face,” And when you watch the scene itself, she wasn’t laughing at him, she wasn’t mocking him, she just thought he was a cute cookie, or maybe she was thinking about how much being a princess sucked sometimes and he wouldn’t want to be one if he knew what it was like. But it wasn’t the “laughed in his face” kind of moment you’d imagine just hearing about it. She thought it was a harmless gesture, but it was something that drove him to violence.
I didn’t quite know why this mattered so much until my friend looked over and said that it showed how a lot of the slights we thought were terrible were mostly just in our head. That what happened wasn’t what you thought, and the malice we imagined was never there. Especially if it happened a long time ago. Our minds have ways of making things seem more dramatic in hindsight.
Maybe no one meant to hurt you, and of course that doesn’t mean you had no right to be hurt, but sometimes perspective can heal the wounds we pick out. Sometimes you just gotta let it go
if youre having a bad day just watch this
i bet they’re best friends now
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.