characters that are haunting MY narrative

I was crying about it so I need to talk about it. And I need to talk in my language. Eu nunca, nunca vou perdoar os diretores de TWD por terem feito isso, foi uma decisão horrível, horrenda! Uma das piores que eu já vi sendo tomadas em uma série, eles perderam tanto uma oportunidade gigantesca de fazer um grande desenvolvimento nessa história. Porque o Carl era o futuro. Ele era. E agora eu vou ter que viver a minha vida sentindo esse luto por um personagem fictício de uma história inventada. E a pior parte é que a dor pra mim é real, eu sinto de verdade como se ele fizesse parte da minha família.

Thinking about Maysilee Donner. A girl who refused to let the Capitol dehumanize her. A girl who wanted to die with dignity, without begging for her life, because that mattered to her. Who set up a place setting with napkins and forks in the middle of the arena because she is a human being. Who loved jewelry and fashion and believed that her appearance sends a message about who she is, and who wanted that message to be respectable, dignified, worth something. Thinking about Maysilee Donner who was unafraid to slap the woman who pulled her name in the reaping and who threw clever insults towards anyone who provoked her, no matter who they were. Maysilee Donner who believed human dignity is inherent but respect is earned and who refused to give respect to those who did not deserve it. Maysilee Donner whose father threw money at the reaping stage as if that could save her, and the money floated to the ground just like the confetti, meaningless paper that signified nothing when placed against the power of the Capitol. Whose privilege could not save her. Who recognized that reality and faced it with more fortitude than any person should ever have to display. Maysilee Donner. (mysteriouseggsbenedict on tumblr)