I need more blogs to follow!

Reblog, please if you post one or various of the following things and I will follow you (I would really appreciate if you follow me too):
-Star Wars
-Harry Potter and FBAWTFT
-Daft Punk
-The Killers
-The Hunger Games
-The Strokes/Julian Casablancas
-Arctic monkeys/ The last shadow puppets/Alex Turner
-Dan and Phil
-Yuri!!! On ice
And if you ship these I’ll love you more
-Canon ships on Harry Potter and Newtina in FBAWTFT
-Vikturi,Leoji, Jjseung, Emilmickey, otayuri
-RinxMakoto, ReixNagisa
Note: I will follow you with my main, but don’t follow it, unless you like MPHFPC…

I have a soft spot for characters who are assholes and are giant smartasses but are loyal to to the letter and have a heart of gold.


Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

I can’t,” he says.


There. He’s done it again. Dropped a bomb that wipes out the efforts of every tribute who came before him.

Well, maybe not. Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building. Hoping someone would be able to detonate it. Perhaps thinking it would be me in my bridal gown. Not knowing how much I rely on Cinna’s talents, whereas 

Peeta needs nothing more than his wits.