Peeta Mellark in Catching Fire
I think these games are gonna be different
I remember reading in a magazine last year that lil romeo’s celebrity crush was Jennifer Lawrence
and now he’s trying to be in Catching Fire
congrats to the catching fire casting director for having an open mind about johanna mason being a PoC and for considering some amazing WoC actresses for the role.
at least you tried
for some reason I was under the impression that Catching Fire would start shooting sometime in July or early August
but apparently shooting doesn’t start until September
my fangirl bones aren’t tingling anymore for casting news
only maybe still for Philip Seymour Hoffman as Plutarch Heavensbee
I doubt we’ll get much more casting news for the month of June
but maybe we will.
but then I just have this feeling that because of that post
we won’t get any casting news
until the week of the fourth of july
and sometimes I can actually hear you laughing at all of us, Lionsgate
but I just want you to know
I KNOW, DAMMIT.
I feel like this is the week
the week we’ll hear some casting news
and no I have no sources to back up this claim
but i can feel it in my fangirl bones
oh fucking yeah bitches
ya’ll just got Plutarch’d
is like the equivalent of Finnick looking in the mirror and saying, “I love myself.”
"Yes,” I whisper. The red blinking light on one of the cameras catches my eye. I know I’m being recorded. “Yes,” I say more forcefully. Everyone is drawing away from me—Gale, Cressida, the insects—giving me the stage. But I stay focused on the red light. “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.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “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.” My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. “This is what they do! And we must fight back!”
I’m moving in toward the camera now, carried forward by my rage. “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?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”
just thought of the creepiest thing ever. Possible nursery rhyme children learn after the war:
"Prim around the rosie, a pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down"
"Prim around the rosie" aka, Prim around the sickly children she nursed back to health
"a pocket full of posies" referring to the herbs Prim might have carried to ward off infection (plague lore)
"ashes, ashes" referring to the ashes of the destruction of the war
"we all fall down" all the children that are killed when the bomb is dropped
Yeah, its a stretch.
But it still creeped me the fuck out.