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🎶 The right words in the hands of dissidents with the fire
Will rip apart the marrow from the bone of the liars
Well I’m afraid of saying too much and ending a martyr
But even more so I’m afraid to face god and say I was a coward 🎶

choosing everybody as the single when symptoms is right there wrapped up in a big beautiful bow like sm you make a lot of wack decisions but this one takes the cake

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“What’s the matter, love? Chicken, are we?” Mrs.Lovett sat up so that Bellatrix slid down to sit in her lap.  ”Is the great Bellatrix Lestrange chicken?”

Bellatrix started to laugh. “Oh, come on! I was testing you! You seemed to have lost touch with your cat side.” She said biting her lips.

Mrs.Lovett smirked.  ”Riiiiight” She said sarcastically.  Suddenly the baker sucked in a deep breath, closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Bellatrix’s, half expecting to get hit in the head.  Her eyes opened a bit at the sensation.  It wasn’t necessarily bad, but…new.  After a few seconds she pulled back.  ”Meow” She half whispered, half laughed.

Bellatrix was surprised by Mrs. Lovett’s move, but closed her eyes and let it happen. It was the first time she kissed a girl. She felt something she had never experienced before. The whole thing felt strange and unusual, but she didn’t dislike it. She opened her eyes when Mrs. Lovett pulled back and she laughed at Mrs. Lovett cat sound. “Hear me Roar” She looked at Mrs. Lovett with a devilish smile on her face and pushed Mrs. Lovett on the bed and was on her knees over her. Her vicious hand started to undo the baker’s corset.

Mrs.Lovett let out a gust of air as her head slammed back against the pillow.  She reached up and started tugging at the multiple ribbons and strings of Bellatrix’s dress as well.  ”You’re barking mad.” She chuckled.

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He had an obscenely long, plastic beaker in his hand, half filled with some kind of purple liquid, while his pockets were filled with the titty cards that got flicked at them from every street corner. Finnick had thought it was a hilarious idea that Peeta collect as many as he could on their way back to Planet Hollywood, and while blondes with fake tits weren’t really his thing, he accepted it each time Finnick or his brother shoved one at him. Because, as Thresh had argued ‘you only turn 21 once, man.’ And if getting drunk and collecting cards with half naked girls on them was going to be how he spent his birthday, then so be it. What happens in Vegas, he reminded himself blearily, as he took another gulp of his drink.

They stumbled across the street, elbowing each other in the stomach, catching each other in headlocks. Even through his alcohol muddled brain, Peeta thought they probably looked like the douchiest group on the strip. And even as he tried to tell Thom to quit stumbling all over the place or he’d fall over, he tripped over the curb himself and ploughed straight into a woman coming towards him from the opposite direction.

Instinctively, he grabbed her arms to keep her from falling backwards, tugging her into him instead. “I’m shorry, I’m shorry,” he apologised over and over again. “My Birthday. Little drrrrunk.”

The woman grinned. “Seems like it.” She glanced down at the identical drink in her own hand, that was currently squished between them.

His face colored at the realization of how close he was holding her “Shorry,” he apologised again, loosening his grip. Then he blinked wildly, focused his gaze on her intently. He felt his heart thud funny. “Shhhhhit, you’re beautiful,” he blurted.

She smiled shyly, and took a sip of her drink.

He suddenly realized that this was why he didn’t really like those cards. Because this girl, with her long black braid, and shining silver eyes, was definitely more his type.

I’m about to cry for the 2045534th time because I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you all. This is so precious, I could physically feel my heart grow and burst because this is the cutest thing in the god damn world. Drunk!Peeta!!!!! someone send help I need to be put on life support.

My backstory between Sam and I was that Annie — who he had to leave — it’s this necklace that Annie’s made for him so that she’s always with him when he’s away. He keeps it on the whole time …
—  Costume designer Trish Summerville on the necklace Finnick is wearing