allow me to explain my feelings for my otps
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
you know what i want to know
how the fuck did mr salt and mrs pepper make a fucking cinnamon shaker for a baby
solve that mystery steve
That’s paprika
^^^^^
people need to get there baby spices right
“I can’t believe you like him,” Hannah commented with a disbelieving shake of her head. “I understand he’s good-looking and all, but he’s a git,”
A smile lifted the corners of Hermione’s mouth. “Yes, he is a git. But he’s also intelligent and he makes me smile,” she responded lightly.
“But you said he also annoys the hell out of you and drives you to distraction,” Hannah reminded her. “Plus, he never even calls you by your first name. You’ve always been ‘Granger’ to him,”
“He’s not that bad,” Hermione said. “I like him for all his imperfections and more,” a wistful look crossed her features as she continued. “And just so you know, he does call me by my first name, you’re just not around to hear it,”
“And when would that—oh!” Hannah clapped a hand to her mouth when she saw Hermione’s blush. “Oh. Oh, I get it,”
