#and im sitting here like 'literally neither of them you are arguing for Nothing they're not going to give you canonical gays'

[boy-above]

ppl acting like any traveler ship could become canon in genshin are insane

[mrsnancywheeler]

Here is my little context thing: this is the worry of Antigone re-written. The thing with classical Greek theater is that you know the tragedy is going to happen, you just wait for it. In this re-write Antigone knows she is going to die….and this monologue is the lead of the Chorus speaking after Antigone is arrested.

“So there we are. The spring is wound up nice and tight. That's what's good about tragedy. The slightest touch of a fin-ger, the flick of a feather will set it off. Anything will do. A glance at a girl on the street, a need, a sudden need for respect one morning when you wake up. Or in the evening one question too many, the one you shouldn't have asked. That's all it takes. The tiniest spark and the fuse is lit. And the rest is ... well, tragedy. You just sit back and watch it go. It's a well-oiled machine in perfect working order. It's been up and running since the beginning of time. Death is part of it, and so is betrayal. So is despair. And hard by are storms and outbursts and silences. Silences of every kind. That silence at the very end when the executioner's axe is at the top of its swing, that silence at the very beginning when two lovers are naked for the first time in the darkness of their room when neither of them dares move a muscle. And that silence when a huge crowd is acclaiming the winner, so loud and sudden that it's suddenly silent, like a film that's lost its soundtrack. All those mouths wide open with nothing coming out. All that clamor that becomes merely a picture, an image. And in the middle, all alone, the victor, beaten down by his own silence. It's neat, tragedy, neat and tidy. And relaxing, in a funny sort of way. Now drama's different, drama's something else. Mustachioed villains, damsels in distress, dashing young heroes, last minute revelations. She didn't have to drink that poison, he could have rushed in five minutes earlier with the police in tow. Tragedy's calm. There are no sudden surprises. And it promotes a sort of team spirit among the protagonists. They're all in it together, you see. He who kills is as innocent or as guilty as the vic-tim. It's all a question of what part you play. So ultimately tragedy is almost restful, because you know there's no hope, and there's nothing more unsettling than hope, is there? And you know that when you're caught, you're caught ... like a rat in a trap. And when the weight of all of heaven is on your back, all you can do is cry out. And I don't mean moan or whine or whimper, I mean really cry out, really heave your guts to heaven. And what you say is whatever you have to say. It's probably nothing you've ever said before or even known before, and has absolutely no effect whatsoever ... except this. That perhaps you hear it, you hear it for the first time and perhaps you learn. In drama people struggle and argue because there's a possibility of escape. It's a practical choice and actually rather vulgar. In tragedy to argue is noble, it's kingly and, let's face it, there's not a lot else you can do.”

I think the idea of knowing something is doomed but still fighting for it is so Finnick and his sweet girl. Also the calmness is the routine the two have created together. Also the idea that there is “nothing more unsettling than hope” because that’s so them! I mean when they broke up she literally said “don’t say that, it makes me love you more”

Anyway this was long like damn. Sorry yall im a Greek mythology girlie at my heart.

-🌾anon

please I love this, my tragic pookies, things were always gonna end badly: he lives a life without her or she's forced to kill, to betray, to face every hardship possible, conway has to die so her and finnick can be together, but that's still not enough. the capitol keeps taking, war keeps taking, coin keeps taking, basically shit is doomed