Fake Movie Meme — asked by catelyntully-stark
Lucy Liu, Ruth Wilson, Lena Headey, Sara Ramírez and Marion Cotillard in noir
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Here we are, another year gone by. With the 26th Hunger Games over and a sad farewell bid to the wonderfully creative Mercer Tullridge, we prepare ourselves for another Reaping, another round of interviews, and an entirely new game!
Hanz Canter, new Head Gamemaker, is hard at work designing this year’s arena, and Panem wonders if it can possibly top the barren canyon or the frozen tundra, but we believe in him!
Place your bets, train hard, and let the 27th Annual Hunger Games begin!
Capitol Magazine’s special edition, entirely dedicated to the 26th Annual Hunger Games!
randomly reblogging my rp graphics to my main blog, because i am fucking proud of this
The cry was torn from Lord Asriel, and with the snow leopard beside her, with a roaring in her ears, Lyra’s mother stood and found her footing and leapt with all her heart, to hurl herself against the angel and her daemon and her dying lover, and seize those beating wings, and bear them all down together into the abyss.
(fancasting by the awesome Miranda)
Beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power.
(Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters)
“No! No!” cried the witch Juta Kamainen, and fell down after him, clutching at her own heart, crashing clumsily into the rocky ground and struggling up again.
But Will was there before she could find her feet, and the subtle knife was at her throat.
“Why did you do that?” he shouted. “Why did you kill him?”
“Because I loved him and he scorned me! I am a witch! I don’t forgive!”
A farmer wants his son to be afraid of beautiful women, so that he will not leave home too soon, so he tells a story about how one drowned his brother’s cousin’s friend in a lake, not because he was a pig who deserved to be drowned, but because beautiful women are bad, and also witches.
Makeup ads inspired by Madame Lebedeva.
“Cosmetics are an extension of the will. Why do you think all men paint themselves when they go to fight? When I paint my eyes to match my soup, it is not because I have nothing better to do than worry over trifles. It says, I belong here, and you will not deny me. When I streak my lips red as foxgloves, I say, Come here, male. I am your mate, and you will not deny me. When I pinch my cheeks and dust them with mother-of-pearl, I say, Death, keep off, I am your enemy, and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens, Masha. Because my magic is as strong as an arm. I am never denied.”