I think this is the cutest thing ever!! Seeing this on the last lap of my 500 would make me so happy!
He looks like Percy Jackson awe seaweed brain
WHY COULDN’T I FIGURE THIS OUT
WHY AM I NOT IN CHICAGO RIGHT NOW
WHERE’S THE PIZZA
Reasons why I like people
Miss them filming in Pittsburgh
“I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women, and children. There will be no survivors.” … “I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.” … “This is what they do! And we must fight back!” … “President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” …. “Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!” [x]
Despite reservations on Coin’s side that it’s too extravagant, and on Plutarch’s side that it’s too drab, the wedding is a smash hit. The three hundred lucky guests culled from 13 and the many refugees wear their everyday clothes, the decorations are made from autumn foliage, the music is provided by a choir of children accompanied by the lone fiddler who made it out of 12 with his instrument. So it’s simple, frugal by Capitol’s standards. It doesn’t matter because nothing can compete with the beauty of the couple. It isn’t about their borrowed finery — Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered — although the clothes are striking. Who can look past the radiant faces of the two people from whom this day was once a virtual impossibility? Dalton, the cattle guy from 10, conducts the ceremony, since it’s similar to the one used in his district. But there are unique touches of District 4. A net woven from long grass that covers the couple during their vows, the touching of each other’s lips with salt water, and the ancient wedding song, which likens marriage to a sea voyage.
No, I don’t have to pretend to be happy for them.