“Actually, I painted a picture of Rue,” Peeta says. “How she looked after Katniss had covered her in flowers.”
There’s a long pause at the table while everyone absorbs this. “And what exactly were you trying to accomplish?” Haymitch asks in a very measured voice.
“I’m not sure. I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta. “For killing that little girl.”
Ok, moment of talking about this…
First off, you realize (at least in the books) Peeta never saw how Rue looked covered in flowers?! The Capitol never showed that footage, it was too inflamatory. So even when the Victor (or in their case the Victors) re-saw their games in the closing ceremonies, he didn’t see Katniss cover Rue in flowers (they showed her singing though), so he literally painted that by his memory of what Rue looked like and how Katniss described it, alone. And the Gamemakers knew what it was. They knew what he was doing and it scared them. While Katniss was always the shocking Girl on Fire, Peeta was the soft-spoken boy in love with her. That was what the Capitol’s image was of him… but right then, he shows to be just as angry, just as passionate and just as rebellious as Katniss. While Katniss has shocked everyone with her dresses, her actions against the Capitol in both games, and later the war, and has the government scared of her and trying to kill her because of it, Peeta’s thing runs even deeper in that moment. Peeta’s painting reminds them that Rue wasn’t just some little prop, some random tribute that Katniss covered in flowers and sang to at one point… she was a little girl. A little girl that they helped kill. And he didn’t even need to put it into words.
Seriously, Peeta is pretty badass and brave and anyone who says shit about him will feel my wrath.
^ thank you
i really liked catching fire
peeta and katniss’ chemistry was really good
and its even better that theyre like best friends in real life
johanna aka lydia bennet was hilarious. i like her.
i still got the feels.
i think i liked it better than the first one
but now whenever i see president snow i’m just gonna be like
MR BENNET WHY
i think my favorite part of the hunger games movies so far
is seeing the “how” of the arenas
seeing the arenas come to life is really terrifyingly cool
and the tributes’/victors’ costumes
katniss’ dress that became into a bird dress = awesome
Peacock Hamlet confronted by father’s ghost.
SHUT UP. EVERYTHING IS HAMLET.
*resists urge to direct all-peacock productions of various Shakespeare plays*
Peacock Hamlet suspicious of Peacock Ophelia’s motives.
Peacock Polonius is sick and tired of Peacock Hamlet’s shit
Peacockcrantz and Guildenpeacock are not on Fortunes cap the very button, but neither are they the soles of her shoes. In fact, they are peacocks.
I JUST NEED THIS ON MY BLOG.
OH MY GOD, IT’S EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN IT WAS YESTERDAY.
These are the heroes of our generation.
These are great but that one about the kilometer/mile really pisses me off
I want to punch that teacher in the face so hard
Omg ahahahahahaha. That last one. XDD
The kilometer one. >:(
But all the Harry Potter ones :D
A month-long imagination invasion.
"Every year, my wife and I devote the month of November to convincing our children their plastic dinosaur figures come to life while they sleep.
It began modestly enough. The kids woke up to discover that the dinosaurs had gotten into a box of cereal and made a mess on the kitchen table.”
If I am ever a parent, this will certainly be me.
i learned in one post how to be the coolest mom ever
Thick fog coupled with darkness will slay me.
I drove home tonight speeding on the freeway when the fog gradually grew thicker and thicker, and with it my heart rate. And sweaty palms. The fog grew so thick that I was only able to see a few feet in front of me. I was guided only by reflectors at intervals along the painted lines. When there ceased to be reflectors and I was only guided by painted lines a few feet at a time I gave in to the panic, crouching, waiting to consume me. Every silhouetted bush or tree became something evil and malicious waiting to jump out at me as I sped by. I imagined walking dead or psychopaths materializing out of the fog, slamming into my windshield as I run them over. Scenes from the plotline of Steven King’s The Mist, read in the middle of the night in the dark with only a flashlight, surfaced in my mind and chased me into further panic as I drove deeper into the thick fog.
Then I chastise myself. Overcome my fear and panic. Be Dauntless. (I have just read the first two books of the Divergent series.) Don’t be a coward. It’s just fog. It’s only nighttime. There will be nothing jumping out at you on the road except cops and animals desiring to be road kill.
I finally get off the freeway and the fog thins as I grow closer to home.
Today I believe I experienced a fraction of the sound that must be heard within a sinking ship. When our building’s water was turned back on, the walls and ceilings all echoed and creaked with a hollow “glunk glunk glunk” as gallons of water gushed through the empty pipes. It continued and grew louder and louder and I imagined water breaching the walls and flooding the whole building. But the sound ceased as water gradually filled the pipes. And all was peaceful.