I thought, at first, he’d struck a match, but the fire at his fingertips bloomed, swallowing his hand, devouring the arm he sent flying toward Jarvin’s face. There was screaming, so much screaming, as the fires around us grew, catching the soldiers behind him and engulfing them in a wave of heat that sent them running down the hall, stumbling over one another until they finally collapsed. The smell of burned skin made my stomach convulse. I couldn’t escape it. “Holy shit, you’re—!” one of the agents began to say. One of us, my mind finished, shutting down at the sight of the fire between Cole’s fingers again, the way he threw a ball of it at the agent who had spoken. How he stoked it, letting it rip over the screaming man’s body until I could only see the dark silhouette trapped in the flames dancing over his skin. Red. No—no, he was—Cole was too old, he wasn’t— “Hey—hey!” The fire was gone now, but Cole’s hands were still hot to the touch as he tried to haul me to my feet. My legs still weren’t there. He tried lightly slapping my face. “Shit…kid, come on. You can do this; I know you can.” “You…” I tried to say. “You just…”
My favourite part of The Darkest Minds is when Ruby and Chubs stay awake all night playing Go Fish and charades and eating too much candy, then Chubs finally doses off and Ruby figures out the East River puzzle so she wakes him up by jumping on him and kneeing him in the kidney.
I’m finally making this a post of my own, since the blog that initially posted it [after asking permission] no longer exists, apparently.
This picture is at least two years old now and perhaps a little outdated, but it holds a very special place in my heart. Though I would normally look back on it and think of all the things I could improve, this particular piece taught me that art can be more than about general appearance or aesthetic. I’ve grown to love it for what it is, not what it could be.
This has meaning to me because of several reasons, but one of those main reasons is the fact that my dad think that, out of all my art from 2013 until now, this is his favourite. And for reasons I can’t really explain, that means the world to me. It’s made me appreciate everything this one piece has brought me, and opened me up to a wonderful community that’s part of an amazing thing.
So I hope you all enjoy/enjoyed yourselves and had a good Christmas/holiday! Remember: you’re all fantastic and deserve nothing but the best, especially now :)
“We can’t protect them from this, not if we’re determined to give them a choice. That’s what this is really about, isn’t it? Giving them and the next wave of kids a shot at a better life than what we had. To come out of hiding.”