#auteurish

[marvelousmidge]

"We need to celebrate."

canon one-liner for @auteurish

[victoriousfidelity]

@auteurish said: "I've been alone all my life." vulnerable confession prompts. | accepting.

"That doesn't appear to be the truth anymore, though." Nicole smiles, watching his expression. "Will you tell me about him?"

[victoriousfidelity]

@auteurish sent: "We can talk through the door." post-trauma sentence starters. | accepting.

"Only if you're going to be honest with me about whether you're hurt or not." She doesn't just mean physically.

[victoriousfidelity]

"I think I'm losing the ability to not let it show on my face when I think somebody sounds like an absolute moron when they're talking about a piece of art."

small starter for @auteurish

[w4ntd]

READING ~ crazy rich asians page 482 with @auteurish

FUCK. flynn could feel the throbbing in his head. he swore that there was a shrunk down monkey that had made it into his brain and was running around with a trumpet. or maybe a woodpecker trying to break through his skull. god he was starting to really hate this bloody house. there was something so impractical about living in a house that consisted mainly reflecting pools and glass walls. but felicia loved it. so they bought it. and he was too petty to let her win it in the divorce. he should have let her have it. he hated it. and hated how he constantly felt like he needed to pretend he loved it. it seemed like everyone else adored it. so he should too. ❝ was I supposed to be on set? I swore i wasn’t supposed to be on set today. bloody hell the sun needs to take it down twenty notches. ❞

[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. ❜