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Diagon Alley

So today I found out that if you powerwash a bug in midair it dies instantly.

causally:

YOU WANNA GO *gives you flowers* ON A DATE

pilferingapples:

rhamphotheca:

(via: I fucking love science)

If this is not obviously of great importance to you than I don’t know how you prioritize your life.

pilferingapples:

rhamphotheca:

(via: I fucking love science)

If this is not obviously of great importance to you than I don’t know how you prioritize your life.

fearthecareers:

CAN WE TALK ABOUT PRIM

THAT WAS

SHE WAS READY

SHE WAS READY TO CAUSE SOME SERIOUS SHIT

GET IT BABY

virginish:

jackstits:

i still continue to fall in love with this

omg

virginish:

jackstits:

i still continue to fall in love with this

omg

mayorlemonsnout:

This man may have not gotten what he wanted, but he definitely got what he needed. 

mayorlemonsnout:

This man may have not gotten what he wanted, but he definitely got what he needed. 

mellarkish:

mellarkish:

if johanna isn’t in this trailer i’m going to burn down lionsgate

i’m going to burn down lionsgate

mockingjay-:

IM ACTUALLY REALLY HAPPY THEY DIDNT SNOW THE ARENA LIKE CAN YOU IMAGE WHAT THE PEOPLE WHO HAVEN’T READ THE BOOK ARE GOING TO REACT LIKE  A+ ENTERTAINMENT RIGHT THERE


The voice of the crowd rises into one universal scream as we roll into the fading evening lights, but neither one of us reacts. I simply fix my eyes on a point far in the distance and pretend there is no audience, no hysteria. I can’t help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses.
We are unforgiving.

The voice of the crowd rises into one universal scream as we roll into the fading evening lights, but neither one of us reacts. I simply fix my eyes on a point far in the distance and pretend there is no audience, no hysteria. I can’t help catching glimpses of us on the huge screens along the route, and we are not beautiful, we are dark and powerful. No, more. We star-crossed lovers from District 12, who suffered so much and enjoyed so little the rewards of our victory, do not seek the fans’ favor, grace them with our smiles, or catch their kisses.

We are unforgiving.