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Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
Why you shouldn’t microwave a cell phone
it’s like the rebirth of Voldemort
REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN BECAUSE AT ONE POINT IT LOOKS LIKE THERE IS A MOUTH OPENING AND CLOSING
WHAT THE EGFUTCKT
IT’S LIKE OPENING UP THE GATES OF HELL
I’m pretty sure this phone once belonged to a winchester
^^this is why Sam had a new cell phone in season four
HOW THE FUCK DID YOU TURN A MICROWAVED PHONE INTO A SUPERNATURAL POST
WE JUST SAW PIKACHU IN OSMOSIS JONES???? ??
OH MY GOD???
fucking god its pikachurin
a brain protein
“Pikachurin is an extracellular matrix-like retinal protein first described in 2008 in Japan by Shigeru Sato et al., and named after Pikachu, a character of the Pokémon franchise. The name of this “nimble” protein was inspired due to Pikachu’s “lightning-fast moves and shocking electric effects”.”
IM GONAN FUCKIN
in which freema agyeman continues to play characters that break the mold for what people think women should be
in which freema agyeman continues to be a complete inspiration
Last night, three or four of us got into a fight about whether a boy at the party looked like Sebastian from The Carrie Diaries. We’re 22, AND THAT SHOW FUCKING RULES