From Beneath You It Devours

leviackrmns:

gale hawthorne in the new mockingjay trailer

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The Normal Heart cast photoshoot at the Emmys. [X]

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ellenymin: It was really nice meeting you and talking to you @jhutch1992 
ellenymin: It was really nice meeting you and talking to you @jhutch1992 

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beckisbookshelf:

The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Pt. I Trailer

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mockingjalie:

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol.

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I just wanted to save my sister.

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I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be in the games.

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louezem:

“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.
“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath. 
“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.
There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me.  Because I know this now.  Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.
Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too. 
I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob. 
“I can’t do this anymore,” I say.
 “I know,” he says. 
“All I can think of is—what he’s going to do to Peeta—because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out. 
“I know.” Haymitch’s arm tightens around me. 
“Did you see? How weird he acted? What are they—doing to him?” I’m gasping for air between sobs, but I manage one last phrase. “It’s my fault!” And then I cross some line into hysteria and there’s a needle in my arm and the world slips away. 
- Mockingjay.

louezem:

“Cut,” I hear Cressida say quietly.

“What’s wrong with her?” Plutarch says under his breath.

“She’s figured out how Snow’s using Peeta,” says Finnick.

There’s something like a collective sigh of regret from the semicircle of people spread out before me.  Because I know this now.  Because there will never be a way for me to not know this again. Because, beyond the military disadvantage losing a Mockingjay entails, I am broken.

Several sets of arms would embrace me. But in the end, the only person I truly want to comfort me is Haymitch, because he loves Peeta, too.

I reach out for him and say something like his name and he’s there, holding me and patting my back. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” He sits me on a length of broken marble pillar and keeps an arm around me while I sob.

“I can’t do this anymore,” I say.

 “I know,” he says.

“All I can think of is—what he’s going to do to Peeta—because I’m the Mockingjay!” I get out.

“I know.” Haymitch’s arm tightens around me.

“Did you see? How weird he acted? What are they—doing to him?” I’m gasping for air between sobs, but I manage one last phrase. “It’s my fault!” And then I cross some line into hysteria and there’s a needle in my arm and the world slips away. 

- Mockingjay.

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strawberrycupcakeprincess:

You are the face of this
                                      r e v o l u t i o n.

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Peetais the Capitol’s weapon now.
The same way You're ours…

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