It kills me that these interviews were taken off YouTube due to broadcasting rights…and I so loved Josh blushing when she called them the Hunger Games hotties!

It kills me that these interviews were taken off YouTube due to broadcasting rights…and I so loved Josh blushing when she called them the Hunger Games hotties!

tagged → #so fucking glorious
hobby-tribut:

Peeta Mellark and baby boy Mellark

hobby-tribut:

Peeta Mellark and baby boy Mellark


There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.

There’s a chance that the old Peeta, the one who loves you, is still inside. Trying to get back to you. Don’t give up on him.

Private Emotion: Chapter 13- Mind Games

underthedesertstars:

Well, when there’s a high, there’s a low. This chapter was kind of heartbreaking to write. Thank you, Sarah for reading it through for me. A big thank you to all of you guys for giving me the encouragement to keep me going. If you need to catch up, you can find the chapters here. You know what’s next: like, reblog or leave me some thoughts! Thank you all so much <3

“A-are you serious?” I stuttered. We were both at the table discussing Josh’s proposition while Kylie played in the living room.

“Yeah, I am,” Josh replied timidly.

My mind went off track when Josh asked me to move in with him. Was it too soon? Were we really ready for that?

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Wow, so much going on in this chapter! Oh man, how’s Josh going to get out of this predicament?

pmellarks:

This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.

tagged → #queue #Everlark #making out

jenoshmellark:

mtvafterhours:

Sam Claflin: Master of Fear

Prepare to be terrified!  Sam Claflin drops by the MTV offices to face his demons.

This is the best thing ever.

p-b-and-jhutch:

Josh Hutcherson Catching Fire Premiere outfit guide

p-b-and-jhutch:

Josh Hutcherson Catching Fire Premiere outfit guide

bigdhutch:

SUNDAY MORNING
He knew he made a mistake the second he walked out, but Josh is a person who rarely changes his mind, so there is no turning back now. He overreacted, he yelled at her. Her eyes welled up with tears for the first time and Josh felt like a monster. It’s been three weeks since they fought and parted ways and Josh can’t  take the empty feeling eating away at him anymore. He can’t pretend like everything is okay and please people around him by displaying fake smiles. Getting out of town for a while is the only thing he can do.
Driving up the coast on Highway 1, he pushes his blowing hair back and secures his favorite baseball hat on his head. All he can see is her face while he drives, the way she looked so helpless when he just wouldn’t stop snapping at her. He doesn’t even remember now what their fight was even about. He leans his elbow on the side of the door and rests his head on his clenched fist as he keeps the wheel straight. Nothing, not even the smell of the ocean breeze as he drives, or blasting the radio with his favorite song will make him feel better.
He exhales a shaky breath and finally stops when he’s far enough away where his problems can’t catch up with him. He pulls in to a hole in the wall diner and orders a black coffee and thumbs through the local paper while he sits at the counter. “Rain showers expected today” is listed on the weather page. 
The waitress pours him a coffee and asks if he wants anything else but he waves her away. Rain. It’s like a sign that’s slapping him in the face. He can’t forget. It was a rainy Sunday morning when he told her he loved her for the first time. 

After a night filled with passion, he woke up with her bare body wrapped up in his arms. She was still asleep and looked like an angel, even though she hogged all the blankets for herself. He studied her features, the ones that she hated but that he thought made her perfect. Sneaking one hand away from around her waist, he traced the contours of her face and chest with his fingers, almost drawing lines and shapes on her skin. She stirred a little at his touch and fluttered her chocolate brown eyes open to look at him. She listened to the rain drops fall from the sky and onto to roof above them.
"It’s raining?" her sleepy voice asked as she snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his bare chest.
"Mmmhm," he responded, closing his eyes and stringing his fingers through her long brown hair.
She sighed contently, not wanting to move out of her comfortable position. She liked the rain and the way it left a cool breeze in the air and the sound of it pattering against the windows made her feel relaxed. “I like when it rains, you don’t have to do anything on a rainy Sunday. We can stay here as long as we want.”
Josh held her tight and placed a kiss on her forehead as his palms started to sweat. He wanted this every single day. To wake up next to her and hear about the simple things she loved so much. “I love you.”
She smiled like he had said it a million times before and put her hand on his cheek and kissed his lips once before telling him she loved him too.

Josh’s leg is tapping on the tile floor below him as he tries to read the words on other pages of the newspaper but he keeps replaying that morning in his head. He hopes it’s not too late to fix this.
He pushes his half empty mug aside and leaves a few dollars on the counter and darts out the door with his keys in hand. It takes him less time to get back to LA since he was just in a daze before, but now he’s on a mission. The skies open up when he reaches her driveway, which he sees as another sign. He rushes to her front door to keep from getting wet and begins pounding on it. The rain is getting heavier with each passing second and his tee shirt is clinging to his body. 
She’s startled to see a drenched, desperate looking Josh at her doorway and rushes him inside and gets him a towel. She still cares for him a lot. She’s spent every minute of the last few weeks wondering if she should call.
Their lips soon find each other and they’re clawing at one another as they take turns apologizing for their mistakes. They barely reach the hallway before they give in to each other’s desires and spend the afternoon in a state of pure bliss.

bigdhutch:

SUNDAY MORNING

He knew he made a mistake the second he walked out, but Josh is a person who rarely changes his mind, so there is no turning back now. He overreacted, he yelled at her. Her eyes welled up with tears for the first time and Josh felt like a monster. It’s been three weeks since they fought and parted ways and Josh can’t  take the empty feeling eating away at him anymore. He can’t pretend like everything is okay and please people around him by displaying fake smiles. Getting out of town for a while is the only thing he can do.

Driving up the coast on Highway 1, he pushes his blowing hair back and secures his favorite baseball hat on his head. All he can see is her face while he drives, the way she looked so helpless when he just wouldn’t stop snapping at her. He doesn’t even remember now what their fight was even about. He leans his elbow on the side of the door and rests his head on his clenched fist as he keeps the wheel straight. Nothing, not even the smell of the ocean breeze as he drives, or blasting the radio with his favorite song will make him feel better.

He exhales a shaky breath and finally stops when he’s far enough away where his problems can’t catch up with him. He pulls in to a hole in the wall diner and orders a black coffee and thumbs through the local paper while he sits at the counter. “Rain showers expected today” is listed on the weather page.

The waitress pours him a coffee and asks if he wants anything else but he waves her away. Rain. It’s like a sign that’s slapping him in the face. He can’t forget. It was a rainy Sunday morning when he told her he loved her for the first time.

After a night filled with passion, he woke up with her bare body wrapped up in his arms. She was still asleep and looked like an angel, even though she hogged all the blankets for herself. He studied her features, the ones that she hated but that he thought made her perfect. Sneaking one hand away from around her waist, he traced the contours of her face and chest with his fingers, almost drawing lines and shapes on her skin. She stirred a little at his touch and fluttered her chocolate brown eyes open to look at him. She listened to the rain drops fall from the sky and onto to roof above them.

"It’s raining?" her sleepy voice asked as she snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his bare chest.

"Mmmhm," he responded, closing his eyes and stringing his fingers through her long brown hair.

She sighed contently, not wanting to move out of her comfortable position. She liked the rain and the way it left a cool breeze in the air and the sound of it pattering against the windows made her feel relaxed. “I like when it rains, you don’t have to do anything on a rainy Sunday. We can stay here as long as we want.”

Josh held her tight and placed a kiss on her forehead as his palms started to sweat. He wanted this every single day. To wake up next to her and hear about the simple things she loved so much. “I love you.”

She smiled like he had said it a million times before and put her hand on his cheek and kissed his lips once before telling him she loved him too.

Josh’s leg is tapping on the tile floor below him as he tries to read the words on other pages of the newspaper but he keeps replaying that morning in his head. He hopes it’s not too late to fix this.

He pushes his half empty mug aside and leaves a few dollars on the counter and darts out the door with his keys in hand. It takes him less time to get back to LA since he was just in a daze before, but now he’s on a mission. The skies open up when he reaches her driveway, which he sees as another sign. He rushes to her front door to keep from getting wet and begins pounding on it. The rain is getting heavier with each passing second and his tee shirt is clinging to his body.

She’s startled to see a drenched, desperate looking Josh at her doorway and rushes him inside and gets him a towel. She still cares for him a lot. She’s spent every minute of the last few weeks wondering if she should call.

Their lips soon find each other and they’re clawing at one another as they take turns apologizing for their mistakes. They barely reach the hallway before they give in to each other’s desires and spend the afternoon in a state of pure bliss.

tagged → #romance