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blehhh bunch of emotes i've made for my twitch channel recently blehhhh

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33. Have you ever kissed anyone that's older than you?

yeah I have, I tend to go for people older than me now that I think about it. Why, you looking to join the kiss club?

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Wren only had a second to think after the pigeon flew away. She needed to fill the vial and get the fuck out of the middle of the Cornucopia, and fast. She whirled around, checking for danger behind her shield before holding near her side and trying to crouch under it as she dipped the vial into the puddle of Lumba’s blood. Something whipped past her head - a knife? and arrow? Another fucking pigeon? - and then Wren picked up everything, plus a rolled up sack of something, and ran. She sprinted until she couldn’t breathe properly and then ran until she felt like she was going to burst. Wren looked at the vile she hadn’t even had time to cap. It was filled about halfway with blood, and Wren hoped that would be enough.

She looked around her and didn’t have a fucking clue where she was. What was this? It looked like a city, maybe, but the buildings were wonky as shit. This one didn’t even have much of a roof, and the paintings on the walls weren’t the government-sanctioned crap or the gross Capitol style. And thank fuck, she was alone. Wren let out a sigh of relief and sat...and promptly ran back out and threw up.

She’d killed two people. They’d been alive, and now they weren’t. She had taken life out of two different people, and only one of them had deserved it. But had he? Had Francis really deserved it or had she jumped to an alcohol-fueled, bullshit conclusion?

No, she couldn’t fucking afford to think about it, any of it.

Wren wiped her mouth and went back inside the building, whatever the fuck it was, or at least back behind some walls to fucking hide. She sat on one of the benches and noticed a pool of water in an area next to the area she was sitting in.

Wren didn’t fucking run to some weird-ass water source, no matter whether the Capitol broadcast that truth to all of Panem or not. She had to get the blood off, suddenly feeling itchy and sticky. She was covered in Lumba. Fuck. She knelt by the pool and began to try and wipe down her arms when, over her light splashes, she heard someone walk in. She yanked her arms out of the pool and grabbed her knife. Her hands shook. She wasn’t ready, she wasn’t fucking ready to fucking fight someone again. She didn’t want to kill. Fuck.

@daniela-leond2

#hi sorry about the length it's literally just me trying to get her from point a to point b #please do not match length #vomit tw #c: dani #dani128 #128 #128arena #128 arena day 1

for: @danisalazar where/when: some elementary school? / 4 p.

God, the fact that she had ever kissed him felt like a cardinal sin. Had she known he was this irritating in the first place, she wouldn’t have given him the time of day to begin with. It was appalling, honestly, remembering the way she flirted and held his gaze, coyly giving into his charm which felt so absolutely empty now. She tried not to look at him, to avoid his gaze at all costs even though she could feel his eyes, like lasers, fixed on her.

Though he’d been talking, as usual, going against Lucilla’s ideas, she was hardly listening -- or at least, she convinced herself so. But it was all a front when at his last words, she countered -- “I didn’t say it had to be cupcakes. I merely mentioned doing a fundraiser of some sort, maybe cupcakes or something. Those were literally my exact words. It was a suggestion,” at this, she finally turned to glare at him, “not me saying cupcakes is something we have to sell.”

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DANI’S HOME W/ @danidclgado

The wedding was over, the dog was walked and Noël had gone home. Florence was left alone in Dani’s fancy house with only Chester for company until her best friend came home. They had exchanged a few texts, but Flo still had no idea what state Dani was in following her ex-boyfriend’s wedding. Her guess was not great, but Dani was great at surprising her. I’m in your bed. The blonde had sent the text a few hours earlier and had been watching TV since while cuddling with Chester. She hadn’t even heard the front door opening (and neither had Chester apparently), but next thing she knew Dani was joining her in her own bedroom. She looked a little worse for wear, but Florence’s smile was still big and bright at the sight of her. “If it isn’t the woman of my dreams,” she told her, patting the spot next to her. “Join us, it’s cuddle o’clock.”

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@surmamort

[pm] Gotta say yes before I tell you what it is. It's not dangerous or anything. :)

[pm] That is absolutely the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Is it not dangerous for us anyone or just not dangerous for us?? Because those are two very different things.

That being said.... fine. I’m in. Now tell me what horrible thing I just agreed to.

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