Celebrate cause Robert Pattinson is not playing Finnick
The parents who took this picture are the most open minded people alive. I think this is the best photograph I’ve seen on Tumblr in my entire time of being here. I see no problem with it at all. I love this picture. I should make it my icon. So fuck you if you hate instead of love.
ive reblogged this photo so many times, i love it
this is beautiful.
everytime i see this i’ll reblog it without fail.
This is so beautiful. I really want to meet their parents. I’m reblogging this the second time in a day, this is the best thing I’ve seen on here. :’)
This is the best picture, ever. :D
favourite picture on tumblr. they’re so adorable and this makes me so happy! gahhh
aww omg(‘:
this is what people should be reblogging.
awwwww ! omgg, this is beautiful.
i love this more than words can express
This is cute and inspiring and everything but if I were kissing anyone like that, male or female, at that age, I’d be getting a beating k just saying. Them kids be young.
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Rihanna: We found love in a hopeless place.
Cap: We found Steve in a frozen place.
Tony: We found Stark in an iron case.
Bruce: We found Hulk in some gamma rays.
Thor: We found Thor punching Loki’s face.
Thor:
Thor:
Thor: And then hugging him tightly and apologizing for he is my brother, and I love him so.
#275 Katniss and Peeta’s children grew up knowing Rue, Cinna, Prim and Finnick just as well as they knew Haymitch, or Greasy Sae, or their friends from school. They had fallen asleep every night listening to stories about them, visited Annie and even Rue’s brother once, heard their parents talking about them sometimes late at night and read about them in the old book that their mother cared so much about. When they had their own children, they passed on the stories. And so did their children, and their children’s children, so that the names of these people and the hundreds of people they represented were never forgotten.
