Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban behind the scenes
The Hunger Games (2012) | Catching Fire (2013)
evERY TIME KATNISS AND PEETA WOULD HUG FINNICK WOULD LOOK AWAY OR ALL SAD BECAUSE HE WOULD THINK OF ANNIE AND WHEN THE BIG WAVE CAME HE LOOKED ALL SAD BECAUSE THAT’S HOW ANNIE WON HER GAMES sAM CLAFLIN YOU SON OF A B I T C H
Weapons of choice:
The axe, the trident, the bow and arrow and the brain.
A Patronus is a kind of positive force, and for the wizard who can conjure one, it works something like a shield, with the Dementor feeding on it, rather than him. In order for it to work, you need to think of a memory. Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory… Allow it to fill you up… lose yourself in it… then speak the incantation “Expecto Patronum”." ~Remus Lupin
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.
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead
how to become my otp:
2. secretly care about each other
“Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine, but I don’t know what your favorite color is?”
i aCCIDENTALLY KNITTED THE FRONT OF A DRESS
I HAVENT EVER ACCIDENTALLY KNITTED SOMETHING BEFORE
WHAT THE FUCK
Johanna said “what if we set your backyard on fire” and that foreshadows Mockingjay and I’m not crying bUT SHE’S DEAD YOU STUPID CAT