(Source: justatadcrazy)



fletchercriss:

65 flawless people (in alphabetical order) → Alexander Ludwig

“My parents know how passionate I’ve always been about acting. I convinced them this was something that I was going to put my heart and soul into.”

(via wanttoblowloverboyonelastkiss)



natasha-odair:

74th annual hunger games- tributes from district 2




Nobody quite knew her like he did. Nobody else knew that her favorite color was red, her real-life hobby was reading, and her dog was her most prized possession. Nobody loved her like he did.
So before they could ask for volunteers for the boy tribute, he was there, lunging forward, wearing a mask of arrogance. To the casual observer, he was eager to be a part of the bloodbath and bask in all the glory. However, his pounding and his head throbbing, he had no thought but: he couldn’t let her go in there alone.
“Show no weakness,” he remembered telling her every time. He was breaking his own rule, because what choice did he have, when his only weakness was her?
Her emotions racing, Clove watched as he mounted the stage like it was his sole purpose in life. They shook hands. His was cold as death itself, and she was guessing that the same was true with hers.
Oh, Cato, she thought. We’ve come a long way to die.
Masks of the Ruthless Pretenders by Dash

Nobody quite knew her like he did. Nobody else knew that her favorite color was red, her real-life hobby was reading, and her dog was her most prized possession. Nobody loved her like he did.

So before they could ask for volunteers for the boy tribute, he was there, lunging forward, wearing a mask of arrogance. To the casual observer, he was eager to be a part of the bloodbath and bask in all the glory. However, his pounding and his head throbbing, he had no thought but: he couldn’t let her go in there alone.

“Show no weakness,” he remembered telling her every time. He was breaking his own rule, because what choice did he have, when his only weakness was her?

Her emotions racing, Clove watched as he mounted the stage like it was his sole purpose in life. They shook hands. His was cold as death itself, and she was guessing that the same was true with hers.

Oh, Cato, she thought. We’ve come a long way to die.

Masks of the Ruthless Pretenders by Dash



clovefromdistricttwo:

“Clove. Strong, Sarcastic, And Sadistic. I Never Miss.”



(via catosaurusrex)



(Source: thehungergamesromance)



and there will be no tenderness, no tenderness.
and there will be no tenderness, no tenderness.

(Source: clovemutt, via clo-vely)


15 hours ago - 74 notes - clovemutt

originalsfamilyaboveall:

Cato and Clove ~ Bloody and Brutal and She never misses.

originalsfamilyaboveall:

Cato and Clove ~ Bloody and Brutal and She never misses.





district-two-clove:

Le feels.



“When we find her, I kill her in my own way, and no one interferes.”

(via theblue-eyesinthemud)



loversfromdistrict2:

“And these memories pass through my mind just like in flashbacks…”



loversfromdistrict2:

“Leave out all the rest…”



owdair:

06. Parts in the book that made me suffer Emotional Pain ▲

owdair:

06. Parts in the book that made me suffer Emotional Pain 




"Cato!" she screeches. "Cato!"

"Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.
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