This is the r e v o l u t i o n.
talk street magic to me
drawing power from the metro lines
illusionists busking illegally, shimmering lights disintegrating as they run
plant mages tending tiny rooftop and windowbox gardens
elementary school kids learning basic sigils on the playground
wixen taking a while to key into the magic in new cities when they move
alchemists dealing on the side to support their experiments
middle schoolers making friendship talismans and amulets for everyone
numerologists who’ll do your math homework for $5 or divine your fortune for $10
kids mass-texting luck and speed spells when their parties get broken up by the cops
Hell yeah, let’s talk about magic.
Like elementary kids learning silly (or inappropriate) charms from each other on the bus, the same way we learned our first swear words. Clapping games across the bus aisle, but with spells instead of rhymes.
Worrying that your friend is getting into dark magic, but not knowing how to talk to them about it. Intervention programs for kids abusing hexes and runes, because magic has given them control over something for once in their life, and they’re starting to make some dangerous choices.
Psychic teachers knowing when you’re cheating. Knowing when you’re having trouble with homework. Or at home. Knowing when you need tutoring or an AP course because you’re just not being challenged or a different teaching method because you can’t process what you’re learning in class no matter how hard you try, and the teacher tells you it’s okay, they know. They know.
Magic graffiti. Graffiti in wild places, and graffiti that vanishes when certain people roll by like the police. Or graffiti that only appears when the police walk by to insult them. Murals. Swirling, living murals on the sides of buildings. Murals that—if you listen closely—can be heard, not just seen.
In the evenings, kids hiding out in someone’s backyard or an alley passing around a joint and casting minor illusions to watch while high.
Chalk artists making works that are so realistic, they come to life off of the sidewalk.
One man bands in the park, with instruments floating around playing themselves.
Punk concerts in empty lots with amped out music and lights, but noise-cancelling spells and illusion hide them in plain sight from anyone outside of the lot.
Mediums predicting people in need, and making sure to be there at just the right moment to lend them a helping hand. “You seem upset, do you need to talk?” “Oh, you’re a dollar short? No, don’t put the milk back; I’ll cover you.” “You really ought to try taking your resume to this store. Trust me.”
Necromancers in forensics speaking with the dead to solve homicides and cold cases. Living lie detectors as beat cops and detectives and DEA agents.
Strangely cheap five star food diners that bake actual love into their apple pie, and they always know your dietary restrictions without being told.
Service golems in various sizes and shapes, making sure their magic users aren’t crowded, get medical attention, go where they need to, etc. They don’t get distracted, they can be hollow to hold things like medications, and in rare instances, they seem to develop loving attachment to their users despite not being alive.
Little old landladies who dabble in witchcraft brewing homeopathic remedies for people in their apartment complex.
Street magic is an amazing concept.
i love this post and now it’s better :D
And a traitor.
But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.
Katniss, are you here to fight with us?
i like free food. YAAAAAS. 😏 #sdcc2014 #thehungergames #mockingjay
So @TheCapitolPN tweeted this
which was promptly deleted. (G-Bb-A-D are the notes to Rue’s whistle.)
But if you had clicked inspect element before it was deleted
"You silence our voices, but we are still heard."
HOW COOL IS THIS MARKETING?!?! Like the rebels are hacking into the capitol’s twitter!!!!
i’m just thinking about hatter’s first 4th of july in new york city and he’d be so fucking alarmed when all the fireworks go off, he’d immediately duck to cover alice and yell “who’s shooting?!” while alice kinda chortles on the ground, her ridiculous boyfriend on top of her, ready to take a bullet for her (again), and yeah maybe she should’ve actually explained this independence day thing to him
so they go up to the roof of their apartment with their neighbors, sit on their foldable chairs and drink tea, and Hatter watches his first fireworks. alice mostly watches him wide-eyed with a hint of a grin on his face, so completely unused to something so big and loud creating something beautiful. and if he flinches at a particularly loud boom, if he’s accidentally sent back in time for a millisecond, alice brings him back with a squeeze of her hand. they laugh and point out shapes and colors in the sky together, and they’re quiet and just hold hands together. as long as they’re together, that’s what matters.
the trailer is so simple and vague but it says far too much to me. firstly, the hair; blonde now probably to reflect peeta on the other side, they are no longer individual people, they are merely faces belonging to snow. it could possibly be her actual hair, after a painful bleached process and the style combed over to hide her burns, or it’s a wig to disguise the treatment she’s been given, to project a better image to panem, and she’s an absolute goddess, a reason behind that because it shows that johanna, a rebel while in the games, threatening snow personally, now stands by his side apparently in support of her president. only you can see it in her eyes, the rage and the hatred for where she stands right now. so subtle and that’s why i adore jena but also the hand on her hip, she was probably ordered to stand still and this was her little act of defiance, again so subtle and harmless, but speaks volumes. sure the citizens of panem will believe in snow now due to his ornaments by his shoulders, but the rebels will know that johanna mason is about to explode. all i wonder is how the hell did they get her there at all, in a beautiful gown with make up, looking so flawless, but simply standing there without a word,
no sabotage to the broadcast at all. how did they manage to keep her at bay for that long? well the guards, their appearance kind of says something too. they weren’t present when it was just peeta. johanna is like a bomb ready to detonate, and must be watched constantly.