#goldenlined

[ofmockingashesa-blog]

@goldenlined | continued

She swallowed hard and nodded her head frantically. Fingers gripped at the back of Cinna’s shoulders. She was supposed to be done. She tried to convince the Districts, but Snow didn’t need to pull others into it. “This is my fault,” she murmurs into his jacket.

[burningwhiteroses]

@goldenlined liked this to join the rebellion

                                ❝ What do I do once I get out there?                                 What if I say something wrong?                                 What if they hate me? I can’t do this, Cinna.                                 I don’t make friends or allies, that’s not                                 what I’m good at. ❞

[getoffmyskxtchpad-blog]

@goldenlined

They’d been working so hard to make District Twelve memorable, and they were finally getting there. Though the idea of flames seemed simple in their heads, making the outfits resemble real flames without burning the tributes to death was a near impossible thing to do. 

She’d been up for three nights in a row helping with the finished product She’d consumed god knows how many cups of coffee in this time, but she turned from her desk to face him and took out the torch to light the outfits on fire. 

Hopefully it was perfect this time.

“Ready?”

[capitolhost]

          a cheerfulness rested in   tonight's evening,   laughter and drunken slurs already determining the celebrations. every one of  distinction     or at least those who wished to get close to this     attended these celebrations,    lifting their spirits   &   drawing connections from it.  he had stopped counting the many times   they   had    ( without any joke on their lips )   tried to indulge in different conversations,   ached   to get just a shimmer of his attention.    it would get worse the more the evening continued with drinks   easing their tongues.

          though,   even on such nights,   there was   JOY   found in small spoons,   enjoyable   just enough to let such days not pass.       ' cinna !   what a nice moment to meet you. '      he stumbled away from another  'fan'    &   to someone who certainly   HAD   to attend tonight. for the joy of panem, and somehow, to have not only his feet    but   words stumble, too.   in truth,   somehow   it was not that easy to talk with him.    even with a few drinks that surely  loosened  his tongue . . .    lungs ached to give his words away.    ten times thought   &   struggled with   how   he should speak in front of him.    hadn't it always been   easy   to speak with others,   even below heavy lights  &  dark cameras ?       '  what a sight  . . .      this evening !  surely you must have found yourself in  good company  after your success.  '

@goldenlined

[wiildcardenforcer]

goldenlined replied to your photo “Here beeb I saved this for you. Love, Tess. MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL...”

and look! no olives!

AAAAAAAH I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE TESS LOOKIN OUT FOR HER GIRL SARAH AAAAAAAAH