#auuteur

WHY are you so impatient. what's the rush

1. What have you learned about people in the recent years of your life?

codependency is their happy place

2. What got you started in your current job and how does it compare to your first job?

just kicking dirt tryna figure out something i’d milk some enjoyment out of doing, which came to be sth i’d once sworn i’d never do el oh el. first job was boring corporate cog in the machine brain-killing bullshit, godspeed to those days being over

10. What does your everyday, average day look like?

talking to ppl, maybe 6-7 of them, usu 1-on-1, + anyone else who meanders into my orbit. good for me, an extroverted freak

27. Who was the last person who gave you something and what was it?

perspective. also a few clients have given me holiday gifts

30. When you go for a meal with friends, who pays? How do you split the bill?

we take turns or each person tends to their own, depends on the occasion. i hate stinginess sorry like i’m physically allergic to it gtfo

47. Where did you go last week?

should i just turn on my location. admit that’s what you want. i can’t remember, a party

52. How would your friends and/or family describe you? How different are you really to what they’d describe you with?

i’ve gotten aggressive, stubborn, curious, non-judgmental, and other variously interesting positive or negative things, also loyal, which is the most important. i like being social and want everyone to be comfortable, but if i catch you being dishonest, i’ll flame you even in group settings for free and yes so if that’s their perception, it’s gotta be correct

58. How important is writing to you?

q. Is there any fandom you regret exploring?

a. that i regret exploring? no. i curate my own space - actually fuck it, stranger things. i never should have watched one second of that show, lowest of keys. it was all worth it for jon byers my son, other than that the rest of it is pretty lame and overdone. also the characters to me are generally unlikeable. not to mention the fandom is insane. it attracts teen simps & shitty behaviour. it's like, the experience was not worth the quality of the show.

q. what’s something you find weird on here?

a. where do you wanna start. idk, honestly i stopped sharing my opinion on stuff (on tumblr) a long time ago. the biggest thing is not reblogging promos & expecting people to reblog yours. also, following someone you're not going to engage with.

q. What are things that you don’t wish to see on here?

a. if i don't like it i don't have to look.

q. What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

a. draft organization? mmm, notifications for unfollows.

@auuteur​ sent:  I know your face well. [haldir @ legolas]

          Garbed as he is in such shining attire -- more akin to that of the Galadhrim court than a Mirkwood Elf -- Legolas seems washed clear of his usual golden, earthen tones. His hair gleams silver against a pale cheek, eyes like ice chips reflecting the half light. Haldir’s words tease a curling smile from the Prince’s lips, but he is is slow to lift his gaze. 

@auuteur​ wrote:  “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” (Legolas to thranduil)

    His steps were measured and of a speed that suggested time held no bearing upon the Elvenking. They were steps of enduring, despite loss. And though no physical imprint was left in their wake, a sense of mourning whispered in the winds each time his foot connected with the forest. Occasionally, the wind plucked a brown leaf from its branch. It floated in the air until finding its end upon the forest floor. One landed upon Thranduil’s shoulder, its rough surface the exact opposite of the silken robe that clothed him. It teetered there--- only for a moment--- as though it had some message for the Elvenking. Once the message was delivered, it slipped from its hold, succumbing to the earth as many leaves before it had done.

   How often was mourning associated with death when mourning was a sign of life--- of feeling--- of memory. Or so it was to him.

   With hands folded neatly behind his back, Thranduil kept his pace. Though his gaze was set forward, his head inclined slightly toward the presence of his son. If it had been some stranger who had spoken such words to him, Thranduil’s response may have been more harsh--- like the blow of a sword wielded to protect the lives of his kin. But it was no stranger. Nay, however many years that might have parted them, Legolas would always be his son.

  “And is it loneliness you see here.” It was neither a question nor a statement; it was merely a response given for contemplation. “A poison that has brought only suffering.”

     He remained quiet for a moment. There were many things he wished to tell him--- of the lives and the places his son had not known, or the leaves that had once been green in the early years of his life. But it was not his way. The memory of it all was buried within him and under the soil beneath their feet. The story had always been there, around them, for not all stories needed words.

A slow smile starts to appear on his face as Harvey turns gently in his office chair from side to side. “Is that right?” He asks, eyes sparkling with levity as he relaxes into his chair. “And what’s that, Scottie -- lose?” Smiles wider, tease evident in his voice as he looks across the room over at her. 

“y’know what? i think we can HELP each other.” perhaps a very unlikely team-up. say, they both wanted the SAME THING. maybe for different reasons, but ain’t nobody let that stop them before, right? “say, ya pull a few strings, i pull some ov’ my own, this’ll all be over before MIDNIGHT. how ‘bout it, luv?”

@auuteur​ wrote:  hAPPY FATHERS DAY TO MY DADD THRAN