#Can you just imagine if there were people passing by #and they heard Cedric saying that to Harry? #they’d probably be thinking that they would go to that restroom #and make looove and shit #and then when Cedric died #it made sense why Harry was like on top of him and bawling #BECAUSE HIS BOYFRIEND DIED #omg that hogwarts student probably thought they were Sherlock figuring all this shit out
(Source: deanhasherpes)
You’ve been Loki’d again!
(Source: kurtcobains)
I can see Finnick’s eyes, green in the moonlight. I can see them as clear as day. Almost like a cat’s, with a strange reflective quality. Maybe because they are shiny with tears. “No,” he says. “I can’t carry them both. My arms aren’t working.” It’s true. His arms jerk uncontrollably at his sides. His hands are empty. Of his three tridents, only one remains, and it’s in Peeta’s hands. “I’m sorry, Mags. I can’t do it.” What happens next is so fast, so senseless, I can’t even move to stop it. Mags hauls herself up, plants a kiss on Finnick’s lips, and then hobbles straight into the fog. Immediately, her body is seized by wild contortions and she falls to the ground in a horrible dance.
The Quarter Quell reaping from Wiress’ POV.
Always on the edge of that cliff, always ready to fall through the air into madness. The only thing that holds me back is that it’s over, over, over. But it’s not anymore, and so I let myself fall. Tick tock, time is running out. I know my name is coming out of that reaping ball. I know where I’ll end up. Tick tock, how many more hours of life do I have? I see red, I see blood, I see the world spinning around. When did I walk onto the stage? Just a handful of weeks ago I was happy, I was almost free. And now, in a blur of circles and roses and words, I’m back in that old nightmare.
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