The Thing That Always Breaks My Heart About Benji Ovich Is Just… How Good He Is. How Selfless. How

Katniss, during almost the entirety of the trilogy: I don't want kids but I want Peeta to have children so much. He is so dad-shaped it hurts, Imagining his kids running in the meadow in 12 brings me so much joy..

Peeta: has never, not once,expressed any desire to have kids before the epilogue

how do you think it happened?

was it the realization that hit her in the dead of night, with only his steady breath and the ghosts of a forgotten district to keep her company?

the realization that the ache in her chest when she saw him in pain was not simply a heart attack. or that the subtle pitter patters that danced around her heart only seemed to accompany him.

was it the smile that she couldn't help but bare as she whisked her feet towards the towering victor's village? where he would be awaiting her, arms offering bread. offering life.

was it the warmth that spread from her fingertips as his knuckles fit perfectly against hers. uniting them. as friends. as allies. as something so much more.

was it the soft kisses that peppered caresses that wiped away tears? tears of a tormented past. mixed with the reassurance that, after everything, at least they still had each other. and that was enough.

or did it come slowly? as she stared at the curves of his face in the dark, illuminated by candlelight. reminding her of the different colors and shapes that touched his face in their years together.

like the bruise he bore to save her. or the crinkle in between his eyebrows that deepened when he realized she was going to do anything to save him. even if that meant she didn't make it home. or the terror that flooded his features as he refused to let her go. making her live to see another day.

and maybe, in the quiet solitude of their room, the memory of his many faces sprinkled throughout their history pointed to one thing. his goodness. 

the goodness that forged them together. from the bread to the primrose. the goodness that reminded her that there was a future to hope for. the goodness that reminded her that she had goodness of her own. and that she always had.

how do you think it happened? that inevitable declaration. the kind that wasn't as much of a declaration but rather a confirmation of feelings brewing under the surface. feelings that crept up on her.

ones that had been real all along.

The Good Place Appreciation Week Day 6: Favorite Lesson/s

So one thing I've been thinking a lot recently, regarding His Dark Materials, is the way Lyra and Will's last kiss, the one with the doorway between worlds, parallels Marisa and Asriel's one in Northern Lights, in the sense that they are the complete opposite of one another.

Aside from the fact that they both happen in front of a portal, and that it is heartbreaking because neither of them would pass together thought it, think of this :

The odds have always been against Marisa and Asriel's relationship. First because she was married, and then the whole scandal and the shame that came after, and the hate and all that. There was not one time when the odds were on their side. Meanwhile, Will and Lyra's romance was written in the stars. They were tied together by fate, and so there was never any chance that they wouldn't be together.

And then comes the point where they are both standing in front of those gates, together, and suddenly there is nothing that's keeping Marisa and Asriel from being together. They have managed to get there on their own - now, they have the chance to continue together. Will and Lyra, on the other hand, are standing there for the sole purpose of the fact that they can't, after all, be together, even thought it was written in the stars and it was their destiny.

Marisa refused to go with Asriel because she doesn't dare to, or because she wants to find Lyra, according to either the book or the TV show. Asriel doesn't protest to that because he has a war to wage. They let each other go and missed the only chance they had at a fresh start because they loved other things more, because they would not put each other first.

However, Will and Lyra didn't want to join one another because their lives would be shorter, and their death would pain the one who survived, were they to live in the same world. They accepted that they couldn't be together, and let each other go, because there was no one else they loved more.

”And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh…”

The Hunger Games chapter 27

Darker times will come and go

Times you need to see her smile

And mothers' hearts are warm and mild

I would rather feel this world through the skin of a child

—AURORA; Through the Eyes of a Child

what is a love story if not falling to your knees and pressing your shaking hands to his wound, as if the desperation of your heart could stem the blood pumping out of his; and what is a love story if not holding out a sticky-sweet handful of death to the greedy cameras; and what is a love story if not your one wish being to send her home, with all the reasons why hanging golden around your neck like a willingly-worn noose; and what is a love story if not hitching yourself to the puppet strings of politicians in a last ditch attempt to save each other across the miles; and what is a love story if not the ever- unspoken mantra “take my life: take it, take it, take it” — and what is a love story if not the burned and blistered realization that offering up your life is not enough, not quite, but that offering your lover’s life back to them might just be? so you plant her primroses in the ash, and you mend his mind with the thread of new memories, and it isn’t pretty, but it is a love story — because what else could it be?

Guzmán and Nadia in Élite S3E7

When Life Imitates Tv Show Feat. Miguel as #1 Fan of Guznadia.