ONLY FOOLS ARE SATISFIED.

don't you know that only fools are satisfied?

[auteurish]

AND DON'T YOU WORRY 'BOUT ME !

# 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 : an independent writing blog for aaron kinsey. affiliated with truthlie . single ship. iconless, low - activity.

carrd. pinterest. spotify. writing. prompts.

[auteurish]

y’know how oz perkins makes it really obvious how his parents fucked him up in all his movies.

there’s no way aaron doesn’t too.

[auteurish]

i did aaron's four films for letterboxd a while back, but after talking to alix i wanted to do aaron's criterion closet picks too, so.

funny games, 1997. dir. michael haneke. * one of his absolute favorite films of all time.

charade, 1963. dir. stanley donen.

cronos, 1992. dir. guillermo del toro.

it happened one night, 1934. dir. frank capra.

the princess bride, 1987. dir. rob reiner.

anatomy of a murder, 1957. dir. otto preminger.

do the right thing, 1989. dir. spike lee.

anatomy of a fall, 2023. dir. justine triet.

videodrome, 1983. dir. david cronenberg.

salò, or the 120 days of sodom, 1975. dir. pier paolo pasolini.

armageddon, 1998. dir. michael bay.

8 1/2, 1963. dir. federico fellini.

before sunrise, 1995. dir. richard linklater.

[auteurish]

i still have to figure out how to write out aaron's background properly because . theres So Much Trauma in this . but my god. i just love characters that are kind despite only knowing cruelty.

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[wontbeg]

@auteurish ⤷ “You know, I’m getting totally screwed over here.” catching fire prompts ⤷ accepting

   brows shot up at the comment,   and for a moment, she was left speechless. over the 8 years that had passed since she and haymitch had been crowned victors, maysilee had learned that the stupidity and entitlement alike of capitol babies had no limit. thankfully, neither did her sharp tongue and desire to make them feel as stupid as they sounded. ❛ it must be really hard for you being assigned to the stinkhole of panem where kids are not just so thrilled to go die. how boring for you. well, i guess you match your shirt now, ❜ came from her lips without pause. it wasn't like her to make that assumption, unlike haymitch who went into each games telling their mentees they were going to die. she was always honest about the odds with each year's tributes, but never wrote them off as dead before they even started because small as the chances were, they still existed. but reaping day always had her on edge, haunted by memories of their past and full of dread about the days to follow and the part she would have to play. he was lucky she didn’t slap him. it wouldn’t be the first time. her gaze shifted to her new mentees, and blue hues flashed with worry before she schooled her features. ❛ you know nothing about being screwed over. you wouldn't last a minute in the games. but you don't have to worry about that. bless your heart. ❜

[auteurish]

he realizes the mistake the moment the words leave his lips, but he doesn't quite manage to stop himself in time. what an asshole he's made himself out to be. pathetic, and obnoxious, and sounding incredibly tone deaf. sure, his frustration is palpable, but with a mush - mouth, aaron's struggled to articulate its direction properly. ' it's not being here. ' there's a tug at his lips that makes him want to pout. he doesn't, he only just barely frowns, lips pressed into a thin line rather than any discernible curve. the insult rolls right off him like water off a rain slicker. ' if anything — ' and now, at least, he stops himself. it sounds too trite, admitting that it breaks his heart, seeing the children hurt. ( HURT? DEAD. ) his head tilts, eyes narrowing, just the slightest bit. ' why did people choose bless your heart to be the covert insult? it sounds like something you should be saying to them — ' a gesture towards the two new children, something subtle to not draw more attention than maysilee needs ' — as a pep talk or something. not in trying to make a dig at me. ' fingers brush through curls, as if that would properly steady his breathing, or even somewhat calm him down. ' i want to help them, y'know. i'm on their side. '

[auteurish]

i think aaron and i have very different film opinions but one we can both agree on is a fondness for the public domain slashers. screamboat and mouse trap and blood and honey and neverland nightmare and the mean one and popeye the slayer man … they’re all so bad, but he absolutely makes it a priority to go to any screenings he can.

[kazeo2se]

Retake (2016) dir. Nick Corporon

[auteurish]

aaron's put down the champagne flute as soon as roman's back in his field of vision. one hand sneaks 'round roman's waist, pulling him closer to him. he's shrugged off just as quickly, but that doesn't deter aaron in the least. ' where were you? ' and he knows he sounds needy, maybe desperate, but he doesn't really care. he missed him. ( and isn't that a thought? he missed roman. ROMAN! what the fuck? )

@truthlie rolls his shoulders in a shrug, not quite meeting aaron's eye. ' i was trying to be a low-maintenance boyfriend. ' by not being around him for the whole night? by avoiding him? all that does it make aaron frown. but that doesn't last long, not when an idea pops into his head. hands move to cup roman's face, firm enough to pull his attention back toward him.

he's smiling, bright and lovely, in a way that he just can't wipe off his face. ' babe. nothing about you is low - maintenance. ' when roman opens his mouth to argue, aaron is quick, pressing in to press a kiss to soured lips. that shuts roman up, if for only a second. this sweetness isn't new, but it's not ... it's not the same, not in public, not like this. not when he's doing it again, again, all these chaste kisses one after another after another, smiling against roman's lips. ' it's what i love most about you. ' another kiss, and roman's pushing him away, now, but aaron can see the red tint blossoming across his cheeks. ' amongst everything else. '

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 15

what’s happening to us?

so you’re not sleeping, you’re not having sex. sounds like you’ve been a complete fucking disaster without me.

you know i love you. right?

only thing to remember is take your time, even if there is no time.

i shouldn’t have to fight this hard to be seen.

all of a sudden, everything i thought i was fighting for is gone.

when i think of something to say, it doesn’t seem like enough.

i feel like everything is boring me. 

don’t do anything stupid. or brave.

you can’t imagine what i’ve done to get this far.

i was trying to be a low-maintenance girlfriend.

we’re just friends. it’s… nice. 

i know this seems like the end of the world, but you will get over it. probably sooner than you think.

i know all of the worst things about you. the shit that no one else knows. and i still love you. that’s why we don’t work with anyone else.

i know the difference between someone who cares about me and someone who doesn’t. i’ve been on the other side enough times.

i’ve never seen anybody worse at being in a happy relationship.

is it always like this? does it get worse?

i was too busy dying.

you’re the scariest person here.

i cannot exist with this secret anymore. you don’t understand.

it really is just us against the world, isn’t it?

you’re nowhere near as nice as you fucking think you are. 

you fight dirty. you use people’s worst shit against them.

i’m not your therapist, i should be paid for the shit i have to talk you through.

i honestly adore you.

sometimes i feel like you say stuff just to be a dick, like you store things up and make me feel like shit for no reason.

can it please be enough now?

i never wanted any of this. i didn’t wanna be at war with you.

i loved you. even though i knew exactly who you were, all of the worst things about you. so why do you punish me for that?

i feel sad all the time, and i don’t know why.

it’s not my fault that you feel like shit.

not everything’s a fucking joke just because you are.

i just ruin things, and there’s not even a fucking point to me.

i don’t feel normal. i feel like i’m nothing all the time.

there was a time when i’d do anything for you.

whose blood is that?

it’s a forest full of nightmares. 

only person that i care about is you.

one day you’re gonna make friends with people you actually care about. 

why do you insist on being the most annoying person in every room?

you know you’re a little fucked up?

you have so much love to give. you don’t have to give it all to me.

you can’t move forward if you’re looking back.

you make everyone sad. you make everyone fight.

i wanna feel like a good person again.

all this running and hiding has made me so miserable.

what i do know is that i don’t want to keep hurting you. 

what if i’m just as bad as everyone always said i was? what if i’m even worse than that?

you helped me realize something pretty big about myself.

you know we’d be awful together, right?

you look half dead already. i’ll be quick with the last half.

i think better when i work with my hands, so leave me the fuck alone.

you gotta die somewhere. what does it matter where?

i thought i’d get it right the next time around, but i made it worse.

sometimes, you have to do horrible things. no matter how bad you feel.

there’s something in your eyes, i could tell that you’ve been through stuff. 

i could tell that you were dangerous.

i’m here. and i love you. and i am so, so sorry that i hurt you.

we are all we have. us.

i’m not having a good night.

maybe that’s your cover, hiding in plain sight.

i don’t consider it cheating if it’s more of an exit ramp.

i need you to get your shit together. okay?

women kill for power.

i’m cute, i like when people notice.

is there a world where this works?

has the closeness of death made you feel more alive?

we can be friends because we like each other. not just because we worry about each other. right?

i think i just stopped caring if people think i’m a piece of shit.

it’s easy to move on when someone you trust totally disappoints you.

[spinsforward]

› photos that roman roy ( @truthlie ) has definitely taken of his husband.

[auteurish]

DREAM ON, BUT DON'T IMAGINE THEY'LL ALL COME TRUE.

# AUTEURISH , a character study of aaron kinsey, a fandomless original character. as filmed by ray.