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ryuuringo:

if Reyna had a golden eagle it would be the best thing ever. just saying

ryuuringo:

if Reyna had a golden eagle it would be the best thing ever. just saying


catching fire meme • [2/8] scenes
Johanna unzips the rest of her tree, letting it drop to the floor and then kicks it away in disgust. Except for her forest-green slippers, she doesn’t have on a stitch of clothing. 



PJO/HOO characters part 1/2
Art by andythelemon | Colored by thetitancurse

PJO/HOO characters part 1/2

Art by andythelemon | Colored by thetitancurse

(Source: thetitancurse)


ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!

ik-zie-u-graag:

I WAITED THE WHOLE YEAR TO POST THIS!!!!


lovefromlawrence:

"I mean, Jennifer Lawrence, you never know what’s coming out of her mouth. Sometimes she’s like, singing a song, and then we’re all singing. It’s kind of all over the place." - Jena Malone.

lovefromlawrence:

"I mean, Jennifer Lawrence, you never know what’s coming out of her mouth. Sometimes she’s like, singing a song, and then we’re all singing. It’s kind of all over the place." - Jena Malone.


annieodaire:

Everything is going to be different…a new training center.


elvishness:

quick persephone&hades domestic cuteness to cheer myself up

elvishness:

quick persephone&hades domestic cuteness to cheer myself up


kaykokodoodles:


"Real blades?" Piper noted. "Isn’t that dangerous?"
"That’s sort of the point," Annabeth said."Uh, sorry. Bad pun."
pg 51, The Lost Hero

there is always time for a shitty pun ok

kaykokodoodles:

"Real blades?" Piper noted. "Isn’t that dangerous?"

"That’s sort of the point," Annabeth said."Uh, sorry. Bad pun."

pg 51, The Lost Hero

there is always time for a shitty pun ok


'I must have loved you a lot.'

'You did.' My voice catches and I pretend to cough.

( Mockingjay, chapter 16 (via everlarkquotes))


imsirius:

Harry doesn’t talk about the war. It wasn’t always that way, and after the war it was all he would speak of, his head on her knees in the yard at the Borrow, tearing grass leaves to shreds. He would recall the battles and the colors and the scents of Hogwarts burning, do you remember that, Hermione? Of course she did, and she would nod and hum an ascent and brush his hair off his face like the small gesture could do something, like she could touch that scar of his and send some healing power she didn’t even possess into his skin and fix—anything. A preposterous notion, of course. But Hermione protects Harry. That’s what she does. Harry saves the Wizarding World and Hermione saves Harry and the world turns on its axis, unaware. (x)