peetas-buns-are-in-my-oven:

kubotits:

Hey, as much as I love me some Jennifer ass, when do I get to be in the front? Got me standing in the back like some side character, standing on a fucking stool. Do you people UNDERSTAND THAT I AM A MAIN CHARACTER AND THEREFORE I SHOULD STAND IN FRONT. Stupid Liam and his big tall gorilla body. I bulked up for this damn movie, all he has is a few inches on him, big deal. Pfft. He’s not that big. I’m the boy with the bread. I will beat all your asses with a fucking baguette if that’s what it takes to stand in front with the big kids. Okay, calm down, Josh. Count back from ten, it’s okay. Cave scene. Remember the cave scene. Oh fuck, that wasn’t calming now I have a boner.

(via thehalfbloodtribute)

a-clockwork-capitol:

peetatoast:

odair:

everlark-lullaby:

that’s 2 hours and 22 minutes omg

THAT’S SUCH A LONG MOVIE OMG I LOVE IT OMGG GOMGOMGOGMOGMGOMGO IT’S LONGER THAN DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2 IS

PERFECTION.

BLOGGER HAS DIED.

(Source: threeflyingbirds, via thehalfbloodtribute)

peetababy:

Me and Katniss are both tributes

Katniss just shook my hand

Katniss just kissed my cheek

Katniss just held my hand

me and Katniss are allies

Katniss just kissed me!

Katniss just said I have no competition anywhere!

Me and Katniss both won the games!

Oh. I lost a leg. But Katniss is my girlfriend!

………………it was all for the games.

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lovehungergames:

OH.MY.GOD

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I feel his limbs loosening. “John,” he says, and the word is slurred. “Need to see you.”

I shift him around in my arms until we’re face to face. His eyelids are slack. He is shaking. “Sherlock, just look at me. Don’t think. Don’t try to hang on. You just look at me, okay?”

He does. His eyes flick over my face like he’s trying to do what I was doing earlier, and memorize me. I know that I won’t be spared, because he hasn’t been.

I kiss his lips, gently. I feel the tension sag away from him and his hand on my face. I hold him close, our foreheads together again. His eyelids are flickering now. He kisses me back, straining like it’s taking the last of his strength. His hands clench in my jumper and his eyes blaze as he looks at me. “I want you to be the last thing I see,” he rasps.

Alone On the Water by MadLori

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But I’m powerless against the reaping.

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