#lagaudiiere

[moonhurts]

i’m fucking crying i’ve been going through my old blogs and i found an audio post of me rapping ayo technology during a time seven years ago when the dash was traumatised and i tried to cheer everyone up as an idiot teenager and hooooooooly shit 

[russicnrat]

casual reminder ily and everything you write and say tbh like it's just a pleasure being able to not just write with you but talk to you ooc. you're amazing xx

nOT SO CASUAL REMINDER THAT I LOVE YOU TOO. this is like the sweetest thing, i just… i have so much love for you, our hcs, our writing, our everything. plus your anya is so good!! thank you for this, & as cliche as it is, thank you for just being a good friend. ily.

p.s. one could say, i’m burnin’ up for you ;) ( forever indebted to you laughing at my feverish jokes when no one else would )

[marvhael-moved]

“It’s not over… it’s never over…” // from Katniss

prompt: dialogue prompts with a raw powerful energy

status: accepting

      ❛ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. ❜ its a joke, a bad one, about how you’re literally dead. meant as a light hearted thing to say, an easy way to break tensions, but you’ve noticed whats going on. not only the way katniss struggles, but the way everyone seems to be putting a revolution on her shoulders. but she never struck you as the revolution type, always simply seemed desperate to stay alive. ❛ i mean.. i know a lot of things suck for you right now but.. i mean you won. you’re a victor. you don’t have to live in a heap of trash anymore. ❜ harsh, but compared to district one that’s the only way you can think to describe twelve. ❛ you’re not in the games anymore, just live in your fancy house & kiss your so called boyfriend & play nice for the cameras & you’re set for life. you’re living the dream. ❜

[heathcliffd]

um your portrayal is terrifyingly good. like I hear his voice (and his voice-over / narration in the show is the most important part so to capture that is basically to capture EVERYTHING). Like I am both terrified and also soo invested in reading more every time you post if that makes sense. Which, again, was how I was with the show. On the one hand, I was like oh no I can't but on the other hand I was like I NEED TO KNOW WHAT's NEXT. and that's how I feel about your writing & portrayal

how’s my portrayal.

[drklng]

@lagaudiiere​​   for   zoya     /     tros   sentence   starters     /     accepting     !

━━━━━   ❛   I   NEED   YOU   TO   SEE   WHO   YOU   ARE.  ❜   ━━━━━

❛❛   i   know   who   i   am.   ❜❜   but   the   automatic   response   comes   with   the   unavoidable   pang   of   doubt   /   guilt.   he   has   worn   so   many   faces,   so   many   names,   the   fear   of   forgetting   what   was   real   omnipresent   with   him.   (   ❛   ALEKSANDER   ❜   he   would   sometimes   whisper   to   himself   &   it   would   help   to   ease   the   anxiety   when   sleep   refused   to   come.   )

there   was   but   a   single   person   who   knew   him   for   who   he   was.   &   it   equally   soothed   &   worried   his   heart.

❛❛   your   concern   is   appreciated,   but   unnecessary.   ❜❜   had   his   stance   wavered   so   much,   even   the   grisha   CHILDREN   could   see   him   through   these   days   ?   or   had   zoya   gotten   too   close   without   him   noticing   ? 

[tocxmply-archive]

love starters (accepting) // @lagaudiiere​​​ ‘ talk to me. ’ from tessa

          rainy days are always a pain --- quite literally, in his case. rain makes his joints ache, makes his arm feel all the heavier, makes the junction of metal and flesh sting at every single little motion. a lot of people seem to love rainy weather, however, and he supposes he can kind of see the beauty in it... the feeling of being cleansed, the smell of fresh wet soil, the little droplets racing down the window to see who gets first to the bottom. and yet... himself, he can’t help but feel nothing if not MELANCHOLY; as though his soul is empathizing with the clouds above, and weeping within. silly thoughts with no real consequence, soon to be washed down with another sip of his coffee... or it would have been, though he’s just realized he’s not alone at his table anymore; that, whilst he was spacing out and staring through the small cafe’s window at the streets outside, this young woman took the seat in front of his own. which maybe his paranoia would have minded, in any other situation... yet, right here and now, with how uncanny / unexpected it is, Buck can’t help but offer back a small smile --- slowly grounding himself on reality once more.

‘ sorry--- what...? ‘

[prcsopa]

❛      you  don’t  kill  people  you  don’t  know  ,  that’s  the  rule      ❜

@lagaudiiere​  sent ☀ for a starter !

[objctive]

casual reminder you're really wonderful !

      ahh  !  ty  ty  !  you  are  a  shinning  beacon  of  light  in  this  dark  land  and  i  appreciate  you  taking  the  time  out  of  your  day  to  send  this  to  me.