#*flow

[pierppasolini]

Flow (1996) // dir. Quentin Lee

[elivanto]

FLOW (2024)

[pierppasolini]

Flow (1996) // dir. Quentin Lee

[codexxgigas]

Everyone at work getting on my last nerve today

[redsandtemple]

It's 2020. It's the year of the mindcrack

[manjoumeblackthunder-blog]

im better i say as i continue to have less energy and shitty memory 

[ambrose-roux-blog]

Toaster Strudel | Katniss, Peeta & Ambrose

Ambrose stepped into the elevator immediately regretting her decision to visit the illustrious Katniss Everdeen. She had only caught a glimpse of her Games but she knew who she was; it hard to miss when the Capitol citizens wouldn’t shut up about “The Girl on Fire”.  Ambrose gritted her teeth at the sentiment; personally she thought the outfit was garish but as much as she hated to admit it Cinna’s work was a lot to live up to.

Once on the 12th floor she felt somewhat out of place. She had expected something more extravagant but the walls were painted a dull white and nothing but closed doors lined the hallway. No wonder some of the tributes were so eager to get into the arena, she would have hanged herself from depression by now. She felt displaced in her tasselled shorts and studded bra, everything about the training centre felt so official and she was never one for the authorized. She shrugged, maybe if she got some free time she could splash a little bit of paint around here. She had no idea which door was Katniss’ and she wasn’t ready to face the prospect of having to small talk with some weedy tribute. So, instead she decided to try the living area, hopefully the Fire girl would be there.

Sure enough, there she was. Ambrose felt disappointed as her eyes fell upon her: this girl didn’t deserve half the press she received. The Capitol painted her as this golden girl that lightened any room she graced with her presence. What Ambrose could see was quite the opposite she made the place look even more depressing, and that was hard task. She bit her tongue as she approached the girl, trying to paint a convincing smile over the dissatisfied look on her face. As she approached her gaze drifted to the male sat beside her. Now this was more like it. Peeta Mellark: he was better than the Capitol had portrayed him, Ambrose certainly wouldn’t mind helping to dress him for the Games. She cast the thought from her mind, this kid was what 18 and he made no secret of the fact that he was taken, then again that had never stopped her before.

“I’m going to go ahead and assume that you are Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark,” She rang her fingers through her hair, trying to be as nice as possible. “I’m your stylist: Ambrose Roux, it’s a pleasure,” She tried to hide the tone of sarcasm in her voice with a smile but she was sure it wasn’t too convincing.