what the falcon

I want Oswald and Sofia to become what Liza and Carmine Falcone should have become.

Towards the end of the manipulation Liza clearly started to have concerns and possible regrets. While in the confessional with Fish, Liza showed concern for Carmine’s life. It really should have gone in the direction of her surviving. Even if the two of them went their separate ways for a while, at some point in their future they should have come together again, having moved on and realising that some of what they had slowly became genuine. They would have their own separate lives that intertwined. Perhaps they would see each other for special occasions and holidays. 

It would have grown into what they had before: taking care of each other, Liza feeling safe and protected, Carmine feeling some genuine happiness outside of a life of crime, etc etc, but this time it would be 100% real.

I want that for Sofia and Oswald. I want this manipulation and such to continue because it’s interesting right now, but I don’t want it to end with one being on top because the other is dead or driven out, never to be seen again.

I want to see them stop the manipulation and become honest, genuine friends. Just like Liza there’s going to be genuine moments where Sofia feels something for Oswald and something she says or does is going to be real. Just like Carmine there will be moments that Oswald can’t forget, moments where he wonders if it was real and wishes that it was.

Imagine having Gotham ran by two people. As Sofia mentioned, Oswald’s only downfall is that he doesn’t have the Falcone name. So just imagine if they both ran Gotham together but they had their separate lives. They would have a genuine relationship. A friendship that ensured they had the power to keep the city running without bearing the burdens all by themselves. Only they would each have their own territories or specific things to worry about.

It could be such a beautiful relationship that thrives on the fact that it’s platonic and they’ve already hurt each other in the most unimaginable ways so they both know there’s nothing to fear.

If Gotham won’t give me back Liza, if they won’t give me the ending she and Carmine should have had, then I bloody well want it with Sofia and Oswald.

10

happy birthday, colin andrew firth!
~ 10th of september, 1960 ~

So I’m starting a series that’s TOTALLY different from what I usually draw… but here we go?? I’m going through and drawing the contents of haikyuu characters’ backpacks!! 

First up (of eight), Oikawa.

10

Men go by, ideas stay. Moral efforts stay and will continue to walk on the legs of other men.

On May 23rd 1992,  judge and prosecuting magistrate Giovanni Falcone, who had fought against Mafia all his life, was travelling with his security detail on the A29 coastal motorway to get from Palermo’s airport to his home. In retaliation for all of his life’s work and in particular for the Maxi-Trial who had convicted hundreds of Mafia affiliates and judicially proven Mafia’s existence, a half-ton of explosives was placed in a culvert under the motorway, near the town of Capaci and it was set off when the three cars with Falcone and his security detail were  travelling by. The blast killed Falcone, his wife, and the three men in the first car of his security detail. Only four survived. The explosion was so powerful it registered on local earthquake monitors.

Giovanni Falcone [ Palermo - May 18, 1939 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

Francesca Morvillo  [ Palermo - December 14, 1945 / Palermo - May 23 1992 ]

 Vito Schifani  [ Palermo - February 23, 1965 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

Rocco Dicillo [ Triggiano - April 13,1962 / Capaci - May 23, 1992]

Antonio Montinaro [ Calimera - September 8, 1962 / Capaci - May 23, 1992 ]

 Paolo Capuzza, Angelo Corbo, Gaspare Cervello,Giuseppe Costanza

Huge public outrage (especially against politicians) and deep mourning followed the judge’s death and thousands gathered at the funerals which were broadcast on national television. 53 days later Falcone’s close friend and collaborator, Judge Paolo Borsellino, and five men of his security guide, were killed in a similar bomb attack in Palermo.

Mafia is not invincible; it’s a human reality and as everything which is human it has a beginning and it will also have and end. However, we must realize that we can win not by requesting defenceless citizens to act as heroes, but by engaging every best institutional force in this battle. 

Giovanni Falcone

It Wasn’t a Suggestion But I’ll Take It

i’ve seen @pies-and-rocks post  about Kent and the falconers like 50 times but nobody has ever written something for it so here we are at 1am, i have done it.

In Kent’s defense, Jack thinks, Kent has never actually met Tater in person, off the ice. From the times Jack has talked to Tater, he knows that they’ve always managed to just miss each other–at playoffs, at press conferences, at charities, at the All Star games, even at the Olympics. Most times when one of them has gone, the other hasn’t, and if they are both there, they never manage to run into each other off the ice.

Now, suddenly, Jack is watching Kent’s face perform emotional acrobatics as he processes the fact that he has just run into not one, not two, but five Falconers out on a morning jog in the middle of a park.

If Jack were to look left and right, he doesn’t think his teammates would look any better. They just barely beat the Aces yesterday in a shoot-out, after all. It was a… tense game. Lots of penalties. At least two fights. Nobody was exactly nice.

Kent yanks out one ear bud and points at Jack. “Okay, so. Fuck you,” he says conversationally, and fine, Jack will take that as his due.

Then Kent points at Marty. “Fuck you.”

Marty rolls his eyes.

Kent points at Thirdy. “Fuck you.”

“Whatever, man.”

Now Kent points at Tater, and here, he stutters for a minute while his gaze starts at Tater’s shoes and goes all the way up the man’s massive legs, solid waist, buff chest, broad shoulders, soft brown eyes. (Jack is not interested but he’s also not blind, and Kent Parson is predictable.)

“Fuck me,” Kent says.

“Okay,” Tater replies.

Thirdy slaps a hand over his face. “Tater, no.”

Kent stares for two seconds before snapping out of his funk and pointing firmly at Snowy. “And fuck you.”

“Fuck you, broski,” Snowy fires back, and his tone sounds like he’s talking about the weather but his crossed arms are asking if Kent wants to throw down.

Kent just waves at them and declares, “Fuck all of you,” and jogs around them to continue down the path.

Tater turns around and yells, “I’m say okay I fuck you, Parson!”

Thirdy still has his hand over his face. “Just go, man.”

Marty shakes his head. “He wasn’t serious.”

“And even if he was,” Snowy adds, “he’s a rat, remember?”

Tater frowns and looks between them, brows furrowed.

Jack smiles and pats Tater’s shoulder. “You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, right?”

Tater’s expression brightens like the sun coming through clouds on a stormy day. “Yes. I not miss shot.” He pats Jack’s cheek and jogs off after Kent, yelling, “Little rat Ace, you wait!”

Marty sighs. “Kid…I know Parson is your friend, and you know him better than we do, but I really don’t think he was serious. Tater’s just gonna be disappointed.”

Jack looks back. Far off down the path behind them, Tater has caught up to Kent and is jogging with him. Kent looks confused and embarrassed but not unhappy. Jack smiles. “He’ll be okay. Come on, we have to hurry if we still want decent splits.”

They continue running, five people down to four. Jack isn’t Kent’s biggest fan, but he thinks it might not be so bad if, the next time they go running when the Aces are in Providence, they end up with an extra man.