maysilee

INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE maysilee donner 

[wiithtwo-blog]

Captain America: Civil War

"Did you know about this?"

"If you do this, they will never stop being afraid of you."

"I can't control their fear, only my own."

"Can you move your seat up?"

"Couldn't you have done that earlier?"

"I hate you."

"Clearly retirement doesn't suit you, get tired of playing golf?"

"Well, I played 18, I shot 18, just can't seem to miss."

"First time for everything."

"Made you look."

"Anyone ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"

"I know you're nervous and you have every right to be, but you're lying."

"Do you even remember them?"

"I remember them all."

"How long are you gonna play both sides?"

"Are you incapable of dropping your ego for one god damn second?"

"I'm not the one who needs to watch their back."

"Are you sure about this?"

"I can't trust my own mind."

"So you like cats?"

"How long do you think you can save your friend from me?"

"Well, then... what are you doing here?"

"I didn't want you to be alone."

"The people that shoot at you, usually wind up shooting at me."

"I don't do that anymore."

"Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive."

"That's smart. Good strategy."

"It always ends in a fight."

"Shit! I thought it was a water truck. My bad!"

"You seem a little defensive."

"Well, it's been a long day."

"Oh, you're going to have to take this to the shop!"

"Who's speaking?"

"It's your conscience. We don't talk a lot these days."

"Are we still friends?"

"That depends on how hard you hit me."

"Give me back my ____!"

"I said I would help you find him, not catch him."

"What's up tic-tac?"

"I can do this all day."

"Ugh...what time zone is this?"

"Sometimes I just want to punch you in your perfect teeth."

[mrsavalance]

[wiithtwo-blog]

                                Oh death please consider my age

                               Please don’t take me at this stage

                                   (won’t you spare me over ‘til another year?)

[wiithtwo-blog]

-peeks in- i know i keep disappearing from this blog. i know. work has been a bit crazy lately, and i’ve been having trouble balancing work, life, and tumblr. i’m going to try to up my activity and do some remodeling on this blog. i need to redo the tags, do some following/unfollowing, and will probably drop all or most current threads and just restart. but yes! here i am! maisie just won’t go away. : ) 

[ladiesofthehundred]

I’m not going in

[derangcdarchive-blog]

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.

[wiithtwo-blog]

                                Oh death please consider my age

                               Please don’t take me at this stage

                                   (won’t you spare me over ‘til another year?)

[haydenabernathy-blog]

He knew she had a point. Maysilee often - if not always - had a point and he knew it wasn’t really fair to drag her in his and his brother’s ongoing feud time and time again. The Games were difficult enough as it was and mentors should stick together not spend their times at each other’s throats. If the situation had been reversed, if it had been her and Haymitch arguing all the time, he knew he would have snapped much earlier.

“I know.” he admitted. “But he’s so…. He doesn’t do anything. I wish he would stay back home and let us do the job without meddling. We could manage just fine you and I.”

[wiithtwo-blog]

She couldn’t help but wonder if his point was fair. Sometimes it seemed that Haymitch spent more time drinking and fighting than he did training the Tributes, more time in sarcasm than useful discussion. But she knew better. She knew that she would never have survived their Games without him, and knew that the whip-smart survivor was still there. Knew that sometimes it was too painful to be who they were, and they all found their means of coping. 

She knew that none of them were right anymore. Knew that they were all screaming beneath the surface. Perhaps Haymitch was the most honest of the three of them. 

“He is the reason we survived our Games,” she said. “And he was the reason I didn’t run screaming from our first year as mentors. I wouldn’t be much use to you without him. We need him here, believe it or not. He’ll realize it himself someday, even if we have to hit him upside the head with it.” 

[wordsnquotes]

Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

Harlan Coben, Tell No One (via wordsnquotes)

[sameodds]

              “I could say the same to you, sweetheart.”

     He doesn’t even spare her a glance; just picks up a protein bar and rips off the wrapper, taking the largest bite he can physically manage. He’s not usually such a pig, but he’s decided that since she doesn’t seem to be a threat, it’s time to test boundaries. If they’re to be allies – if he’s gonna let her tag along in his truck – he needs to see how much he can get away with and more importantly, how strong her stomach is. If she’s weak or squeamish, she’s not the kind of ally he wants while the world is such a ruin. He turns to her, leaning casually against the shelves, and talks around a mouth full of protein bar.

                  “Oh yeah? And where were you gonna go?”

[wiithtwo-blog]

She grew up with people who knew good table manners, who never bit off more than was polite, never breaking from well-learned manners. But it’s the end of the world now, isn’t it? And she has seen worse than people talking with mouths full. So she levels her gaze, raises an eyebrow, drawls “You know they last longer when you don’t shove the whole thing in your mouth.” 

It doesn’t matter how or what he eats, not really, but she’s certainly not just going to let it go without comment. 

She keeps her eyes on him as he leans against the shelves, not yet at ease with any of this. She knows that words, even ones of alliance or friendship, don’t mean much until proven. To be a victim of trust given too freely and too soon is not on her list of things to do. 

“I don’t know. I just know I can’t stay here. There’s more of them every day and supplies are running low. This is the last place that’s not overrun or filled with food gone bad. They don’t notice me much - I guess I’m small and quiet enough. I was just going to slip out of town, start walking. I once heard there’s still people in the capitol.”

[senglmerve]

[wiithtwo-blog]

-dives on you- (totally ic lbr :'))

One moment she’s standing there, scanning the trees for signs of trouble, and in the next there’s an impact that steals her breath and makes her heart stutter (it takes a full few seconds for her to realize there is no danger in this impact, to realize that it’s Haymitch, and she realizes in those seconds that the delay could have otherwise meant her death). And then they’re falling, rolling, the impact of his dive sending them down an incline littered with thorny plants and sharp stones that poke and cut at them as they go. At the end they come to a stop, and when at last she catches her breath she shoves at Haymitch’s shoulder - he has landed on top of her, and though they’ve both lost weight since the first day, he’s still heavier than she is. 

“Get off me, I can’t breathe.” She’s disgruntled and angry, but mostly at herself and now covered in more bruises and scratches than she had begun the day with. “What the hell did you do that for?” 

[haysilee-d]

And there they are, instantly drawn into one of those packs you’d be hard-pressed to break if you ever expect to go home and face your district

[fyeahbellarke]

[unseenmockingjay]

REBLOG THIS IF you are a hunger games series roleplay blog. or if you have a hunger games verse/willing to roleplay in the verse !! with the fandom quieting, it’ll be nice to know who will do hunger games things  ❤

[wnq-writers]

The worst feeling is sitting here just wondering if I am over the pain or if I have made myself at home in it.

B. Damani || The Fires Burned But Now Feel Warm (via wnq-writers)

[wiithtwo-blog]

for @haydenabernathy

She has been there too, over and over again. The Arena, the nightmares, the dead Tributes, the children she was meant to mentor who just seemed to die, year after year after year. And year after year she had to find some way to do it again, to help Haymitch do it again, to help Hayden do it again. Over and over and over again, and she knew this would be her life until Panem came cumbling down, or she did. “It isn’t going to stop, you know. It’s not comforting, I know that. But it’s the truth. And if you and your brother don’t find a way to make it work, you’ll only make it all the more miserable.”