im so confused. he just comitted suicde; we saw it. how the hell are they going to explain thats he not dead. if anyone has idea, message me.
First, Doctor who. This is obviously a very unpopular opinion, but I think it is awful. Completely awful. It is not funny, nor wise. I can not stand it and i could never see myself watching more than the two episodes I saw.
Sherlock, on the other hand, is brilliant. The camera angles, the actors, it is all very well put-together and I will take more time to watch this series.
I’m at a volleyball tournament so I’m unable to post right now, but Sunday night I promise I will do a new Peetas POV and possibly a pre-epilogue.
sorry for all the pottermore updates, but its pissing me off!
its only signing in on my phone! This is so frustrating!
When I sign up for Pottermore, step one works and when I press continue for step two it brings me back to step one.
Is this happening to anyone else? Please help!
Boys and girl everywhere lined up. People are shaking, crying even. The boy next to you night be dead in a week. Maybe the girl with the pigtails might have a knife protruding from her back in less than a month. You don’t know. You’re desperately wishing that it’s not you. It’s not you. And when the girl’s name is picked your heart sinks into your chest. You feel sick to your stomach. Out of all people, it’s her. The girl you’ve liked forever. And you don’t even realize your name has been called until people are pushing on your back, forcing you towards the stage. You’ve been chosen. In a week’s time you’ll be fighting to kill the girl you’ve had a crush on our entire life. But you decide her life is of more value than yours. She can win and she can make a diffierence, you know it; so you give up everything you have to save her. “Everything” includes your life. But this girl is so important, it doesn’t matter. Before you know it, you’re both thrown into the games, portrayed as lovers. It’s more than you ever could hope for. Just for a little bit, people think you’re hers. And nothing feels better. You do everything you can to protect you. You’re half dead, lying in a pond. But she comes and saves you. Maybe she really does care. Maybe she actually does love you back.She Risks her own life to get you medicine to keep you alive. And she kisses you. And tells you stories. And even in the hardest challenge you’ve ever had to face, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. And everything is amazing and perfect. Then you both win. You both make it out alive. But the most important part to you is that she loves you back. She loves you back. But when you get home, everything changes. She doesn’t actually love you. It was an act. And the whole world crashes down in front of you. She never loved you, everything was fake. You have to see her all the time with the boy she does love. The boy she actually cares about. And it completely kills you inside. It tears you to pieces. And again, you’re thrown back into the Games.But you don’t know if the girl actually loves you this time. Does she actually care? You made it out once together, but there’s no way it would happen again. What would you do?
Johanna Mason was trembling when she heard the JabberJays making the screams of the people Katniss loved. There was no way they could’ve found out, could there? There is no way for The Capitol to know that she was in love with Finnick Odair. Johanna sat there, pulling at her hair, waiting for the Jabberjays to scream in Finnick’s voice, displaying her love to all of Panem, including Finnick himself. But the next scream she heard wasn’t Finnick’s. It was a previous winner of the Games, Annie Cresta. A girl from Finnick’s district. A girl he was in love with. When the Jabberjays ended and Katniss told Johanna to get away, they might start screaming the voice of the people she loves, Johanna looked down at the torn-apart Finnick; the man who looked like he, himself, was the one making those screams. The realization dawned on her that it was too late for her and him, he was already madly in love. She turned away, a single tear rolling down her cheek, “There’s no one left I love.”
