carlithiel:

Effie, don’t be a stranger.

startatmidnight:

When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning andI know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress.

But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings.

Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

marauders4evr:

This thirty second fever dream was the greatest analysis of a relationship between a ‘villain’ and a ‘hero’ that I have ever seen.

Nothing can ever come close to its perfection.

It’s one of the greatest scenes of the entire show.

It’s one of the greatest scenes in cinematic history. 

wocinsolidarity:

micdotcom:

Watch: Nicki Minaj reciting Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise” is the most empowering video you’ll see today 

I FEEL LIKE I’VE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS AND I STILL WASN’T READY

peetarnellrk:

“Actually, I painted a picture of Rue,” Peeta says. “How she looked after Katniss had covered her in flowers.”

masha-russia:

Haymitch’s last words of advice to me. Why would I need reminding? I have always known who the enemy is. Who starves and tortures and kills us in the arena. Who will soon kill everyone I love.

My bow drops as his meaning registers. Yes, I know who the enemy is.

sniffing:

narcissisticlittleprick:

sniffing:

can we leave being unnecessarily rude to everyone in 2015 thanks

Go fuck yourself

get it out now you have a week

flopkween:

totalariana:

yeezuss:

reblog with the age you turn in 2016

i turn 18😳

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18, I’m done