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I love: Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Merlin, Hannibal,YouTubers, and a lot of other stuff!
I used to be holly-is-a-fangirl and deducing-destiel-in-the-tardis
Couple of new promo shots of Benedict Cumberbatch, Amanda Abbington and Louise Brealey.
Courtesy of EW
"Do I like being thought of as attractive? I don’t know anyone on Earth who doesn’t, but I do find it funny."
i’m sorry but are you fucking serious? his face? looking at dean right now? really? REALLY????
dude, the way he’s looking at dean coupled with what his hand is doing on that bottle for fuck’s sake you two
Rose Tyler & being adorably excited.
can finnick not die in the movie
they kept Peeta’s leg lets keep finnick
I have to help clean the living room?! What the hell?! I hate my family! Tumbler taught me more than school did!! School only measures how gay you are not how smart u are! neon genetic eva longoria is my favorite anime
I know everyone is freaking out about the new pics (elated for having Molly in the promo pics and one with Sherlock, conflicted at seeing the new guy and the engagement ring), but may I just say one thing?
The first thing that popped into my head when I saw the group picture is that in terms of what they’re wearing (maybe it’s intentional, maybe it’s not),
Molly brings the color into the group.
friendly reminder katniss volunteered for the hunger games so prim could live and prim died anyway ✿◕‿◕✿
- Tie pin. I don’t wear ties.
"what music do you like?" is such a stressful question like what do you want to know??? genres?? artists?? albums??? time periods?? 25 most played?? what i’m currently listening to??? what i listen to at different times of the day?? be more specific??????
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.