Can we all just stop for a moment to appreciate the pure scientific power in this photo.
And here comes Mr O’hare.
my brother is 21 years old and a chef in a 5 star restaurant and he still has dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets for dinner every night so dont let anybody tell you how to live your life
do you ever feel the urge to slam your face on the desk but you don’t because it would hurt
No One Hates “Twilight” As Much As Robert Pattinson: A Supercut
where has this been all my life
a round of applause for Robert
THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
*steps in something wet* *screams for 34 years*
*steps in something wet while wearing just socks* *screams for 68 years*
Let’s talk about Johanna Mason for a minute. The scene after Finnick and Katniss endure the torturous jabberjays is powerful for many reasons but what stuck out to me the most (other than Jennifer Lawrence’s incredible acting) was Johanna. She literally screams at President Snow and tells him he can’t put everyone in an arena to psychologically torture and kill them. She’s completely right. He can’t continue to be a coward and put innocent humans in an arena as sacrifices for entertainment value. Then right after she says that, she has this air of complete calm and says, “What? He can’t hurt me. There’s no one left that I love.” That is gut wrenching. The fact that Capitol has taken everything and everyone from this girl, but she keeps on going is something that is truly inspiring. She doesn’t give up even though many would in her situation. She is courageous through it all. She’s not afraid to stand up to the Capitol and show that even though what they’ve done has scarred her, she is a fighter and they don’t control her. That is why Johanna Mason is amazing. We need more characters like her.
I would also like to say thank you to Jena Malone because she exudes every emotional layer of Johanna perfectly and I don’t know of any actress who could’ve done a better job.
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 in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I 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 same 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.
Fucking Cinna is a fucking mastermind
a dead mastermind
A dead mastermind who’s greatest work involved him giving the Capitol the biggest “fuck you” he could.
There was no regret on his face.