Request- Fun times at the Cornucopia.
‘Secret-good-person Clove meme’ omfg i have no idea why i did this someone take my laptop away
#aka what the people in the clato and clove tag think she acts like
I feel like Lionsgate is starting up the whole “on the 23rd of each month we’ll give you news,” thing again now. I bet we’ll find out who’s Finnick on June 23rd.
NOT AGAIN
BRING ON ROUND 2 LIONSGATE I’M PREPARED I’M VICIOUS AND I’M READY TO GO. FANGIRLING COMMENCE.
ROPE DIYS:
Here is a bunch of rope DIY projects I found at ScrapHacker.com!
3. Rope Shelves
OH MY GOD
IT’S JOHANNA MASON’S TREE COSTUME FROM THE 75TH HUNGER GAMES’ OPENING CEREMONIES
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AU where Panem is a school
- Snow is Principal, Coin is a jealous Vice Principal
- Effie is the counselor
- Haymitch is the janitor
- Greasy Sae is the cafeteria manager
- Finnick is a varsity football player
- Annie is his cheerleading captain gf
- Johanna is a mvp lacrosse player
- Gale and Katniss are on the track team
- Peeta is the star student in home economics
- Katniss: Wake up in the morning feeling like a tribute
- Gale: Hey, what up girl?
- Katniss: Grab my arrows, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the woods
- Gale: Let's go!
- Haymitch: Before we leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
- Katniss: 'Cause when I leave for the Capitol, I ain't coming back
- The Prep Team: I'm talking pedicure on her toes, toes
- Cinna: Trying on all my clothes, clothes
- Rebels: Snow blowing up our homes, homes
- Johanna: Dress dropping, I hate being a tree
- Johanna: Showing up some breasts to Katniss
- Katniss: This is all making me a little bit tipsy
- Plutarch Heavensbee: Don't stop, make it pop
- The Victors: We'll blow the arena up
- Katniss: Tonight I'mma fight
- Peeta: 'Til we see the sun light
- Wiress: TICK TOCK, this is clock!
- The Victors: But the canons don't stop, no
- Snow: oh oh oh, uh oh, oh oh uh oh
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
