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IND. SEL. THE HUNGER GAMES RP

[wasntmuch]

yo

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unrequited love starters

Send one to see how my muse reacts.

IN LOVE

“I love you. I’m sorry.”

“I know you don’t feel the same way.”

“I don’t want to be friends.”

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?!”

“How could you pick him/her/them over me?”

“Don’t you get it? It’s because I love you!”

“Just one date. Coffee? Please?”

“Can we please pretend I never said that?”

“Friendzoned again.”

“I want you to be happy, with or without me.”

“You should’ve loved me when you had the chance.”

“I’m a nice person! Why can’t I get dates?”

“I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”

“Fuck you for toying with my emotions like that.”

“I was there for you when no one else was!”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Alright – I can tell a ‘no’ when I hear it.”

“I’m sorry I acted so creepy.”

“Can’t we just give us another chance?”

“I love you. I know you don’t love me, so don’t say it back.”

“You don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want. I just thought you should know.”

“I don’t love him/her/them. I love you.”

“God, please don’t tell my wife/husband/spouse about this.”

“Can I have just one kiss?”

“Fuck. It’s like what they say – nice guys finish last…”

“I knew that’d be your answer. That’s why I never told you before.”

“I’m tired of keeping this secret. Even if you don’t love me back.”

“When I said I loved you, I meant it.”

“Is there any part of you, deep down, that might love me back?”

NOT

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see you that way.”

“I don’t owe you anything!”

“We can be friends instead.”

“I don’t feel as strongly for you as you do for me.”

“If you bring up the friendzone, this conversation is over.”

“I love you, just not in that way.”

“Thanks so much for understanding.”

“You’ll find somebody else.”

“I hope we’ll still be friends after this.”

“No means no, so stop asking!”

“I thought you were my friend.”

“This isn’t a debate. I said no.”

“I don’t think we’d be compatible.”

“Look at this realistically – can you honestly see any scenario where we’d date and not kill each other?”

“You’re only saying that because you’re freaking out.”

“I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner.”

“What?!”

“What are you talking about? You’re married!”

“You’re in a relationship with another person – you know this can’t end well.”

“You’re more like a sibling, to be honest.”

“I’m flattered, I just don’t…”

“Wow. I mean – wow. Sorry, I’m just – just really shocked, is all.”

“You were the one that left all those notes for me?”

“We agreed this was just physical!”

“There’s a reason we didn’t work out the first time.”

“I’m sorry, but… no.”

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shewolfheart heeft gereageerd op je bericht “I ALSO SAW THIS WEIRD MOVIE WHICH WAS A COLLAB BETWEEN DUTCH AND...”

Brimstone!! I wanna see it.

bruh it had some twists i could not have guessed in a thousand years and also some that were so obvious i just was mind blown idk it was good. when you have the chance go watch it !!! so go o o d

[wasntmuch]

I ALSO SAW THIS WEIRD MOVIE WHICH WAS A COLLAB BETWEEN DUTCH AND AMERICAN MOVIE HOUSES AND IT FEATURED DAKOTA FANNING AND KIT HARRINGTON AND IT FUCKED ME UP WHAT THE FUCK PRIESTS 

10/10 RECOMMEND IF YOU CAN HANDLE A LOT OF STRONG AND MATURE THEMES. 

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STRANGER THINGS DID NOT END LIKE I HOPED IT WOULD AND I AM SALTY

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The Originals Sentence starters

 ❝ I thought only of you. Every day I fought for your return, searching for a way. You were not forgotten. ❞

❝ This is New Orleans. We’re always at war and collateral damage happens. I learned that from you. ❞

❝ Guess who I learned it from? ❞

❝ What you’ll allow doesn’t matter, ( insert name ). Welcome to a 21st century custody battle. Moms win them now. ❞

❝ Well, I am no stranger to death, young Lucien. Or third-rate prophecies for that matter. ❞

❝ Not three months ago you utterly despised me. Now you’re playing protective brother. ❞

❝ I’m sure you’re quite capable of protecting yourself from the scourge of fraternity row. ❞

❝ I came through the front door and you appeared through the window like a creeper. Besides this is a matter of life and death. ❞

❝ Oh, how novel. ❞

❝ She’s getting bigger by the second.  ❞

❝ The ninth ward coven thinks I’m a vampire sympathiser. I won’t prove them right. ❞

❝ You’re scared. Because the people you love are angry with you. ❞

❝ Always and forever indeed. ❞

❝ Seems we’re officially orphans. ❞

❝ I suppose it’s a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash. ❞

❝ You brought me back from the dead to torture me. ❞

❝ Go to Hell. ❞

❝ I’m not in the habit of asking permission. ❞

❝ Have you diagnosed yourself with OCD yet? ❞

❝ It’s not every day you lose your father at the hands of your brother. Again. ❞

❝ It must really suck to have to be you all the time. ❞

❝ Sorry! I’d love to help but I’m a little busy grieving another dead boyfriend. ❞

❝ I told you I love you. I meant it. ❞

❝ Yeah and that’s the first time anyone’s ever said to that to me. I want you to know that I didn’t marry you for all of those people. I married you for me. ❞

❝ I’m afraid that’s not an option. ❞

❝ Always and forever is not just something you weasel out of, brother. ❞

❝ It won’t be easy, but we’ve got no chance of winning this fight without something to fight for. ❞

❝ You okay? ❞

❝ Yeah, my boyfriend and his buddies are super-wolves now. ❞

❝ What happened to the brother I used to know? The one who laughed death in the face. ❞

❝ That’s a lot easier to do when you haven’t died already once. ❞

❝ This family makes me want to murder people. ❞

❝ I see my timing is as impeccable as usual. ❞

❝ The only thing delicate about you is your ego ❞

❝ When placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly. ❞

❝ All good grace with me was lost the moment you sided with our wretched siblings. ❞

❝ You know me, ( insert name ). I take sides with whoever I think is gonna win. And to be honest, well, you and mum were acting a bit daft, weren’t you? ❞

❝ Wait, you can’t go alone. ❞

❝ Well, to be absolutely clear here, technically he could go alone. ❞

❝ You helped me. Why? ❞

❝ Because I’m a bloody fool, or maybe I just like the idea of us girls sticking together. ❞

❝ I guess I just really hate secrets. ❞

❝ What happened? Is ( insert name ) okay? ❞

❝ I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. ❞

❝ ( insert name ), listen to me. You are outmanuevered, outnumbered, and quite frankly, you’re out of your mind. You’re not getting out of this alive.❞

❝ No, we are all getting out of this alive. ❞

❝ I fought it for as long as I could. Look at me. I am still your mother. I’m sorry. I was just so hungry. ❞

❝  You’re a hypocrite. You speak of purification, of cleansing the souls of our family, and yet you caved to temptation rather than standing with your principal. ❞

❝ You really think there’s a way out up here? ❞

❝ You and I on the same team. It must be Christmas. ❞

❝ I wish it could always be like this ❞

❝ If wishes were horses… ❞

❝ Beggars would ride. ❞

❝ I would appeal to your morals but those seem to be all over the map. ❞

❝ I’m not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not. ❞

❝ We’re not so bad. We’re not the monsters that our parents think we are. ❞

❝ I think I’d be a bit testy too if my old ex was about to jump into my new ex. I think that’d be a bit eh… ❞

❝ Awkward? ❞

❝: I was going to say kinky, but that’ll work. ❞

❝ And where, pray tell, is he now? ❞

❝ He’s waiting uncomfortably for me to return and deliver his punishment. Pass the beignets, would you? ❞

❝ Quite nice of you coming to my rescue like that. ❞

❝ You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t actually steal the stake from me, or I’d have been the one torturing you. ❞

❝ Does that mean you trust me then? ❞

❝ I know you’re only doing this to help our people, but I promise I will be a good husband to you. ( insert name ), will you marry me? ❞

❝ No ring? ❞

❝ What did she do to me? ❞

❝ All you need to know is that I beat you. Again. ❞

❝ A lovely dream, one just beyond our reach. ❞

❝ We arrive into this world as innocents. Wide eyed and vulnerable. It is the job of our parents to nurture and protect us. ❞

❝ You’re gonna like me, ( insert name ). And I’m gonna let you pretend a while that you don’t already. ❞

❝ Is the hand holding really necessary? ❞

❝ I mean, we could make out but would that not be entirely distracting? ❞

❝ Hey, I know this probably isn’t your ideal Friday night. You’d probably be, like, doing pushups or drinking beers with your bros or whatever. ❞

❝ Eh, it’s not so bad. ❞

❝ Stay here with your wolves and mind the fort. ❞

❝ I’d rather rip your mother’s head off. ❞

❝ Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone. You are not alone. ❞

❝ You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can. After all, I am my mother’s son. ❞

❝ His return changes nothing. ❞

❝ It changes everything. ❞

❝ So, how would you diagnose my friend ( insert name ), if I may ask? ❞

❝ Well, he’s clearly depressive, low self-esteem, paranoia, impulse control. Wouldn’t you agree? ❞

❝ I’m sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it ❞

❝ Are you okay? ❞

❝ Oh, a bit lightheaded. It might have had something to do with being knocked arse over teacup by dear old dad. ❞

❝ You will not break me. ❞

❝ Oh, you are already broken, my dear boy, but not beyond repair. I am here to fix you. I am here to fix you all. ❞

❝ My mother said kill the spell or kill her, and I happen to like you. ❞

❝ Please! ❞

❝ Listen, you don’t disobey Mother Dearest without some consequences. Yes, she brought me back to life but she’s mad as a hatter, and that lunatic that you’ve made your pet is my father. ❞

❝ Let me hazard a guess. You are one of these alienists, right? ❞

❝ Actually, we’re called therapists, and you could do with some couch time. ❞

❝ Oh, hello darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down? ❞

❝ You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. ❞

❝ You do know you’re entirely demented, don’t you? ❞

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                                                                           you race towards an early grave.

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wisdomrisen:

          haymitch  had  kept  her  in  the  dark  .  he  always  knew  that  his  escort   ━   beneath  the  make - up  &  couture   ━   was  torn  between  supporting  the  capitol  &  the  uprising  ,  but  he  ultimately  decided  it  to  be  too  risky  to  make  her  aware  of  the  plan  to  get  the  children  ,  &  many  tributes  ,  out  of  the  third  quarter  quell  ALIVE  .  once  this  became  evident  ,  she  had  been  taken  away  from  the  penthouse  she  resided  in  to  be  questioned  .  questioned  soon  morphed  into  torture  .  over  &  over  again  on  repeat  she  said  she  had  nothing  to  give  .  luckily  ,  with  most  likely  only  days  left  to  live  as  she  rotted  in  her  cell  ,  they  had  come  to  save  her  &  those  who  suffered  among  her  :  joanna  ,  annie  ,  peeta  ,  &  more  .  

          in  district  13  ,  most  view  her  as  a  loyalist  .  effie  is  the  only  surviving  escort  .  the  rest  have  been  killed  .  with  a  heavy  heart  she  walks  numbly  through  the  sea  of  grey  feeling  NAKED  .  no  longer  do  wigs  adorn  her  head  nor  make - up  cover  her  face  .  concrete - colored  rags  sag  on  her  skin  ,  making  her  body  look  unflattering  .  it  is  alien  to  her  .  she  does  not  belong  here  .  but  no  longer  does  she  consider  herself  a  resident  of  the  capitol   ━  this  they  made  CLEAR  .  so  where  does  she  belong  ?

          the  cafeteria  (  full  of  HORRENDOUS  food  )  is  beginning  to  clear  up  .  the  former  escort  ignores  the  common  dirty  glares  from  passerby  .  instead  ,  her  eyes  fall  upon  a  familiar  face   ━  blight  .  a  sudden  impulsive  decision  brings  herself  to  face  him  ,  an  unknown  look  in  her  eye  ;  perhaps  it  is  pleading  ?  never  have  words  been  more  genuine  from  which  she  speaks  ,   ❛   thank  you  .   ❜  silence  fills  the  air  they  share  before  she  continues  .   ❛   for  protecting  the  children  …  thank  you  ,  dear  .   ❜

          @wasntmuch  //  STARTER  CALL  //  muse  :  effie  trinket  .

         the past few weeks had been an utter mess. time & space did not quite feel as real as it did before, the thoughts in his mind seemed so empty. so unimportant. his head hurts, his nose still slightly crooked from the impact on the forcefield. how the carpenter survived that, was a mystery. but he did, & he stood up to tell johanna she should watch where she was going with nuts & bolts.   their sight was little to nothing, dark red overflowing every single palmtree & beetle flying around. the rain tasted strange, blight remembers. it made him nauseous, the capitol made him nauseous after they took his friends. yeah, they were his friends. people help their friends, protect them from harm. & as one of the eldest of the group in the arena, he took on that role exactly. sleep was for the dead; a phrase he used too often to be taken seriously. 

       blight was lucky to have been kept in the dark a little. haymitch  never shared much useful information with him. he never minded. the days passed without her, without knowing the who’s & whats of the story. it was only after the rescue happened that the man realized how horrendous the situation was.  district 13 was a safe haven for only so long, actions needed to be taken, words had to be spoken. he wasn’t the man for the job. even now, he was still a simple carpenter, a mere survivor in the pool of victors. 

       fork jabbed into the small pile of white beans in tomato sauce ( if it even WAS tomato sauce ), gaze concentrated on the slippery little things. it used to be his favorite. now it’s just a  blant and unseasoned mess. eyebrows raised as he heard a familiar voice, yet different at the same time. the face of the woman; he knew it. he was so sure he knew the woman. & suddenly he just figured it out. ‘ effie ... ’ he spoke up, letting go of his fork & his arm rusing to use the sleeve of the grey overalls to wipe his mouth. as if it mattered. ‘ dont thank me. i’ve failed, they ... ’ painful to admit, but it had to happen. he couldn’t look at her. 

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"Help me up.. please help me up..."

                                         more angsty af memes fuck yas                                                              for finnick​

                  they… weren’t friends. or so he felt it was. nothing about this boy was somewhat similar to the older man. no interests the same, he supposed. and he didn’t find anything about the kid interesting either. for all he cared they just lived their lives without problems, or so he hoped. they weren’t friends. but did blight really have any friends at all? he bit down on the inside of his cheek, eyes avoiding the boy on the floor. a decent human being would help. anyone with a healthy concious would offer a hand and a glass of water. damn, even his father would, and he wasn’t a people’s person at all. “ look, kid— ” what kind of person would put you in such a state? 

                blight wanted to be a decent human being. even if it was just for once. a sigh, a glance around, and the brunet went through his knees to take finnick’s hand, offering support. it wasn’t withing seconds, but minutes to get him up on his wobbling feet, god knows what he got in his system. another sigh, but not necessarily negative sided. “ let’s get you home. ”

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"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

                             an angsty af meme turned less angsty maybe                                                                         for @johanna

                  a feeling of immense pain rushed through his face, concentrating on his nose. he felt thick blood trickling down, tainting his fingers as he felt how bad the damage actually was.  broken, probably. wouldn’t be the first time, and it wasn’t going to be the last one either. a groan and a glare directed towards the younger girl. after stating the clear rules shit like this still happened. after many, many preaches about using violence towards friends. ah, nothing worked. blight picked himself up again, getting a hold of his nose and –snap– back into the sort of straight line it used to be before jo decided to give him a facial reconstruction. 

                                                      “ that was unnecessary. ”

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Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition

"Wake up... please wake up..."

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."

"N-no no! Stay with me now!"

"Keep breathing, you'll be fine."

"Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"

"I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"

"Hey, are you alright over there?!"

"We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"

"Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"

"Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."

"Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"

"Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."

"Ow.. my aching-"

"Ugh... where...?"

"Help me.. someone..."

"I can't hold on... fading away.."

"What happened? Where is this-!"

"Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"

"Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."

"I was passed out for that long?!"

"Help me up.. please help me up..."

"What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."

"Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."

"Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"

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oddair:

          there’s a cup of coffee  (extra sugar, of course)  in his hand, and he’s all jitters in the victors’ lounge.  this is the first time since his sixteenth birthday that he’s had nothing to do in the capitol with every second of his time.  he wants to enjoy it, since he’s sure there’s a very strong possibility that he’s going to die  (damn the plan, forget what plutarch says about the arena being catered to ensure finnick’s survival, and therefore katniss’s)  in a few days.  but he’s just… nervous.  he feels like he’s forgetting things – things that will get him into all sorts of trouble.  and he also can’t stop thinking about mags in the district 4 suite and annie back home.  “can’t sleep either?”  blight hasn’t been around finnick too much since his victory  (he’s not one of the whores, the only ‘friends’ besides johanna that finnick has),  but they’re victors, and they’re both about to be tossed back into the arena, and that’s something.  “johanna still rampaging upstairs?”  he shoots the older man a calm, somewhat subdued, still slightly anxious smirk.  “she’s not real quiet when she gets pissed.”

@wasntmuch  //  starter call  |  accepting 

          the color of the capitol and it’s extravagantness wasn’t anything like the muted greys && greens back home. those dark hues were familiar, gave a feeling of safety. all the glitter, glamour, neons and pastels. nah, he didn’t like any of that. slouched in his seat with a drink in his hand, blight muttered words under his breath. in this lounge he could have some god damn peace and quiet of some sort. think eyebrows raised as he looked to the person talking to him, and couldn’t resist to snort. “ i’ll sleep when i’m dead. ” he must be the only person who could be this calm about a situation as messed up as this. in all honesty, he didn’t expect to get out alive. there were victors with.. better mentalities about knives and arrows, about slaying their only friends. and eternal sleep did sound very tempting at the moment. blight nudged his head to the chair next to him, offering the fellow victor a seat. “ i haven’t seen her like this in a long time. i suppose it’s a good thing. ” 

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          concider this a startercall and be prepared for me invading your im if you like this oops.

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         blight is the kind of guy who would laugh in uncomfortable situations because he doesn’t know how to deal with heavy emotions.          he’s the guy making the terrible puns when everyone is in a state of sadness or anger which would usually result in people getting angry at him and him just making more bad one-liners.          he is the guy who would try to comfort you with a wooden figure carved out of wood that seemed to be useless, only to show you even the worst can transform into the best with some effort, to show you you can survive this depth.

        he is also the one with a logic you can’t argue with, even with the additional dumb-ass remarks followed by his reasonable arguements.

[wasntmuch]

                                                                           you race towards an early grave.

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brttle:

          “   so ,        you just bludgeon each other to DEATH ?   ”               seems quite impractical to her ,        given the reason the event occurs .               arms cross over her jacket ,        frown evident on face .               mind races to find REASON ,        glossing over probable causes ;           eyes remain focused on the face in front of her .

                               @wasntmuch  ♡ ‘d  !!

      “ well,      you can put it like that ... “                      it was practically like that. sometimes more splitter splatter than the other time. all by all it was not a sight to adore. muscles started to work in his face, pulling a confused thinking face.                              “ i rather use the term pressured to sleep, ”

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LIFE GOT BE BUSY BUT HERE I AM NOT BUSY ANYMORE RIP MY ACTIVITY༼  つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ