anytime a guy says “that’s what she said” always reply with “not to you”
friendly reminder that they had to keep reshooting this because Matt kept kissing back…
Well look at that middle one. Weeeoooooo.
I’ve been looking for this everywhere
Loki was never Odin’s son.
Loki was never even Laufey’s son.
He was, and always shall be, Frigga’s son.
right in the feels
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I’m very touched right now.
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Imagine Tom Hiddleston offering to help you with your Shakespeare homework.
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.
cinna is the best part of this series
I believe Cinna knew this was his final act, because he couldn’t have believed that this would go unnoticed. And once Katniss was more finally made aware of the rebellion and where she stood as a part of it that Cinna’s sacrifice was what drove her on. He was the only ‘real’ person among all the capitol zombies and the only one who really saw Katniss for who she was and who he believed she could be. Cinna is, was, and will always be my favorite character.
It’s the expression on his face when he looks into the camera to take his bow, as it were, that you know that he knows, and that he intended this to be his great masterpiece/swan song/final act of defiance. And it was a both a political act and a final gesture of how much he believes in “the Mockingjay,” but he also always struck me as the one person who cared entirely about Katniss as a person, not a mascot. Just unconditional support and understanding, from their very first meeting. And I don’t know if he creates the Mockingjay dress because he wants to support her, or in spite of knowing this means he won’t be around to support her after this. Maybe a little bit of both, because I think the moment’s about her in a certain way and not about her in another. That’s why Cinna laying it all out right here is so powerful—it’s just this perfect storm of an artistic and emotional and political moment, how he wanted to be remembered as a person and an artist, and he went for it.
The GOP tweeted that Rosa Parks had ended racism. That, of course, led to the creation of the hasthag #racismendedwhen and the rest is history.