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♫ it’s going down, i’m yelling Simba ♫

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TOO SOON

IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN 20 YEARS.!??

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The first night he truly heard the screams, Katniss’ son was only five years old. Since that moment, he realised something was happening in his house, something he didn’t know. So, being as curious and brave as he was, he discovered the truth. His mother had terrifying nightmares about something she called “The Games”, and the only one who was able to calm her was her father. But one night, when Peeta was away, Katniss woke up in absolute darkness, screaming and sweating. Suddenly, she felt a tiny body climbing to the bed, and Katniss awaited the attack of the mutt. But, instead, the only thing she heard was a sweet voice whispering “Don’t worry mommy, I’m here with you, we’re safe and sound. Because that’s what we do right? We protect each other.” 
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

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On Blu-ray And DVD 8/18/12 (x)

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“katniss, there is no district 12”

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Instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

allofthisiswrong:

Instead of acknowledging applause, I stand there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

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Something catches my eye. There, resting on a mound of blanket rolls, is a silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung, just waiting to be engaged. That’s mine, I think. It’s meant for me.

When suddenly I notice Peeta, he’s about five tributes to my right, quite a fair distance, still I can tell he’s looking at me and I think he might be shaking his head. But the sun’s in my eyes, and while I’m puzzling over it the gong rings out.

And I’ve missed it! I’ve missed my chance!

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