Feel free to ignore this if you've already covered it, but what's the symbolic significance of Raven in red? She's got the iconic bomber jacket, but now she's also in the red Henley, the red tank top. She stands out against everyone else's blacks and blues. Red seems like such a powerful color, I'd usually picture a Main wearing it instead. Thoughts?
Gosh I don’t know. I know what red means in general. Passion. The heart. Blood. Fire. Emotions. Aggression. I can’t get over the thought of redshirts… which Raven was initially supposed to be.
But I just saw a gif and all the other people on science island are in black. But Raven is in red.
So the question is: What does the color red on THIS show mean?
Immediately, I think of ALIE, she of the red dress. Raven has always dressed in a kind of dark red, but the red is getting brighter, and it’s contrasted by the stark black wardrobes and white background of the lab. Raven has a connection with ALIE, and still has part of her code in her head.
What if Raven is heading in ALIE’s direction. What if the stroke doesn’t get better. What if the code in her head grows? What if she’s dying and the only way to save her brain is to give her the flame. Make her a nightblood. Make he r immortal. What if she finds a way to communicate and thus make Becca’s knowledge accessible? I don’t know. I’ve always wondered if they couldn’t find a work around the necessity of a human host. I’ve wondered if Raven might become another consciousness within the computer. An AI. Sorry dudes. I do think she’s at risk and she’s really really tied up with ALIE/Becca/nightbloods/computers/salvation.
Characters who better be in Young Justice season 3
• Jason Todd
• Cassandra Cain
• Victor Stone (Cyborg)
• Reverse Flash
• or Inertia
• GAN AND TRAVIS WILLIAMS (Thunder and Lightning)
• SOME ACTUAL SCREEN TIME FOR GUY GARDNER
• Lois Lane
We are Ravenclaw.
We are blue and bronze.
We are the whistling of the wind.
We are clouds and dust.
We are the sunrise and witty lines.
We are the pens that are mightier than the swords.
Sometimes our patience is shorter than our laughs.
Sometimes our words are harder than our bones.
We know. We’ll apologize.
We are the dealers of stories and keepers of legends.
We pay in riddles and trade in ballads.
We are the poems from ancient times and the songs you’ll sing in decades.
And we’ll be just and old and wise.
Every book has a last chapter.
A last page. A last line. A last word.
And sometimes I don’t want to go.
Sometimes I don’t want to close the book.
I don’t want to forget.
But that’s all I can do, the voice yells at me.
That’s all I am there for.
Sometimes I tell a fairytale. And I stop in the middle.
Sometimes my words are stuck in my throat.
And I look at friends and see them wonder:
Does she really believe all that?
And I can’t help but think:
Should I not believe in it?
And the voice goes:
And it hurts.
But then you are there.
With hope in your eyes.
And a laugh on your face.
And you are reaching out to me.
And you ask:
“Can you tell me a story?”
And I could cry.
And I nod.
I believe in this.
In those stories
And how they will be told in times of trouble.
How they will be whispered around the fire.
How they will conquer the world long after my story has ended.
But for now…
Let me tell you a story.
Because in the end,
We are all stories.
We are the ravens flying high.
We have our head in the clouds but are down to earth.
So let’s make it count.
I know we can.