wandering-prince:

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how far we’ve come in our pokemon adventures?

tagged → #CREYS #Pokemon
tagged → #:( #creys #Bones
tagged → #creys #Harry Potter

Rue was more than a piece in their Games.

tagged → #creys #The Hunger Games

allinablur:

There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him. Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas Peeta needs nothing more than his wits.

classystarman:

babe-runner:

shipping your own original characters

When you cant even make your ship canon in your own canon

tagged → #OMFG YES #CREYS

tardis-221b:

The beginning and end of John Watson.

summer0oo: So i paused for a while and took time to edit this excerpt. Because I can’t keep on reading when my heart is overcome with too much feels. Somebody hug me please.

summer0oo:

So i paused for a while and took time to edit this excerpt.

Because I can’t keep on reading when my heart is overcome with too much feels.

Somebody hug me please.

To your left,  Perhaps to your right, Perhaps even straight ahead, you find a small black room. In it sits a jew. He is scum. He is starving. He is afraid. Please-try not to look away

To your left, 

Perhaps to your right,

Perhaps even straight ahead,

you find a small black room.

In it sits a jew.

He is scum.

He is starving.

He is afraid.

Please-try not to look away

Here it’s safe, here it’s warmHere the daisies guard you from every harmHere your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them trueHere is the place where I love you.The Hunger Games, page 235

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
The Hunger Games, page 235

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wonderlandinmymind:   “My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay.We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver”

wonderlandinmymind:

  “My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard. Peeta says it will be okay.We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver”

mellarkia:

Post-Mockingjay: Katniss watches Peeta paint. 

It’s nice, just to be with him. His presence becomes a comfort. The way his hands work, the smear of paint across his forehead, the tightness of his lips when he makes a mistake. The sun shines through the window behind her, and Peeta paints a meadow where Prim sits, the wind blowing through her hair in a field of dandelions. Perhaps it can be good again.