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The Breakfast Club (1985)

“Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice the whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions .

But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, 

and an athlete,

and a basket case,

a princess, 

and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

                                                                          Sincerely yours,

                                                                                           The Breakfast Club”


“Eve receiving a visit from her best friend, Cedric. He’s decided to make a beautiful tattoo and after both had fun went out for a walk and took a beautiful photo to remember this beautiful moment, after all, you never know when your friend who lives far away will return for another short visit!“

Collab with @chof-pixls

Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity to collaborate with you! I hope you enjoyed the little script I made for the moment ^ ~ ^ 

I had so much fun doing it, it’s my passion to share small moments with other people like you. Thankful for that. 

Best Friends Forever! ❤

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“We hold another Hunger Games using Capitol children,” says Coin.

“Are you joking?” asks Peeta.

“No. I should also tell you that if we do hold the Games, it will be known it was done with your approval, although the individual breakdown of your votes will be kept secret for your own security,” Coin tells us.

“Was this Plutarch’s idea?” asks Haymitch.

“It was mine,” says Coin. “It seemed to balance the need for vengeance with the least loss of life. You may cast your votes.”

No!” bursts out Peeta. “I vote no, of course! We can’t have another Hunger Games!”

“Why not?” Johanna retorts. “It seems very fair to me. Snow even has a granddaughter. I vote yes.”

So do I,” says Enobaria, almost indifferently. “Let them have a taste of their own medicine.”

“This is why we rebelled! Remember?” Peeta looks at the rest of us. “Annie?”

“I vote no with Peeta,” she says. “So would Finnick if he were here.”

“But he isn’t, because Snow’s mutts killed him,” Johanna reminds her.

No,” says Beetee. “It would set a bad precedent. We have to stop viewing one another as enemies. At this point, unity is essential for our survival. No.”

“We’re down to Katniss and Haymitch,” says Coin.

(…) I weigh my options carefully, think everything through. Keeping my eyes on the rose, I say, “I vote yes…for Prim.”

“Haymitch, it’s up to you,” says Coin.

A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment, then. When we find out exactly just how alike we are, and how much he truly understands me.

I’m with the Mockingjay,” he says.