I casually mentioned my tumblr in class a last week and this really popular girl who kinda disses on me a lot was like “Oh yeah, tumblr! I’m super famous on there, I have like 100 followers, It’s so hard to get them on Tumblr I bet you don’t even have that many.”
"One thousand one hundred and eighty."
"I have one thousand one hundred and eighty followers on tumblr."
THE most underrated scene in the entire movie. It was perfect. And do you know how often I see gif sets of it? This is the second one I’ve seen since the movie came out (It’s been over 5 months, now).
So let’s just pause for a moment from reblogging gifs of Tony’s sass, Loki’s sex appeal, or Bruce’s fluffiness and just appreciate this nameless, old, German guy and how, even though he knew he would probably die, he stood up to a tyrant to prove that the human race wouldn’t give up their freedom so easily.
Friendly reminder that it’s implied that he’s a Holocaust survivor.
Friendly REMINDER that he’s comparing Loki to Hitler
omG I SEARCHED GOOGLE FOR A SEWING MACHINE DIAGRAM AND THIS CAME UP I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
We actually keep this picture hanging up in our costume shop. If you have ever operated a sewing machine, this picture will speak to you on a spiritual level.
When I hear the screams of the crowd, I think it’s because I must look stunning. Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl in the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m not afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact same design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
The thing that hurts me most about this is that Lenny Kravitz (wisely, painfully, wonderfully) made the choice to play this moment very knowingly. Every time the camera cuts to Cinna in this scene, you can see that he knows there will be consequences for this choice and that he may not survive them. And yet he’s also defiant, because this will speak long after the Capitol has taken away his ability to do it himself. Lenny Kravtiz did a wonderful job and bless his choices in this scene, no matter how painful they may be.