#castilllowrites

eve calloway: a moodboard.

do the sexy love™ with - ryan withers (are u kiddING ME he’s so hot + a boXER)

sacrifice myself for - eliza cipriani (she deserves better fight me)

kick - eleanor emile (look eleanor, we all love u but u need to get ur shit together)

take to prom - juliet michaels (CUTE DANCER)

abandon in jurassic park - isaac deene (so he can be with tessa, obvs, they can raise a dinosaur family)

♋ - My muse writes about yours. Perhaps the first time they met, or an event that was particularly important to our muses’ relationship.

09/21/15

Thompson has a new spin doctor. All anybody would tell me about her was that she was a pretty young thing. It was true, but no one would tell me anything else about her; I knew nothing of her experience or skill. No one tells me anything anymore. I think I was more informed about the elections last time when I was just a senator. I met her today at the conference. She was pretty and smart; she looked at me like she knew everything I had thought out, even the things I hadn’t voiced to my team yet. I found out her name too when we had to shake hands. Reeves. Layla Reeves, actually, but I was told her last name was the only thing that mattered. It meant she grew up in the game. She wasn’t like others in her profession. I didn’t want to tear her eyes out and that made a change. I think I will have to see her again to find out what she knows. Perhaps over coffee. All in the name of winning, of course.

✉ - An angry message my muse wrote down after a heated argument with your muse. (Either directed at your muse or not.)

douchebag motherfucking cuntface you fucking cumstained assdrip how can you come at me i never asked for this luke never asked for this it’s all because you have some weird fucking obsession with sucking face with serial killers that my baby brother’s dead i bet you knew about it i bet you knew all about it and you were laughing with him when we came round that corner about how you were gonna kill my kid brother he never did anything wrong he just gets confused and i didn’t look after him right but HE DIDN’T DESERVE THIS he didn’t deserve what you fucking you and that prick did to him and now i’m left with no one no brother no best friend no nothing and you’re probably laughing it up on the phone with that asshole every night while i can’t talk to my niece or my mom or my brother i can’t talk to my fucking brother because he’s dead and you killed him and you have no idea what that’s like you’ll never have any idea what that’s like to lose everyone because you never even had anyone in the first place..

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Maybe because while you’re shouting, having three panic attacks at once and not fixing anything, I’m trying to come up with a plan,” Haymitch snapped back, leaning on his arms over the table. Effie had been passing the room for the past hour, freaking out and clouding his thoughts. “We need leverage. Something valuable for the sponsors. It’s their only hope at getting out of that arena alive. Now are you going to help me or not?”

“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”

Ryan chuckled. “I’m glad you like it.” He followed Hallie around the pet store, watching her freak out over the cute animals. He couldn’t help but to smile. How beautiful she was then. More than most of the times he watched her. She was happy and genuine and her. This was true, and it was his. That would be enough. “Pick one.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I’m not clumsy! I just... have my own gravity field and things find themselves in my way. Or something like that.” Dani beamed, even though her foot still hurt from hitting it on the bedpost. She didn’t mind. After all, it was Cal’s bed, and this was proof she wasn’t dreaming.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

Haymitch winced as he felt the sting where the knife had punctured his skin. The gash was deep, that much he could tell. Effie’s face came into view, and in his blood-loss haze, he could swear he saw an aura around her, like she was an apparition. Maybe she was. Maybe he was dreaming. He hoped he wasn’t. He hoped she could forget him being awful to her when he was about to die. He hoped she could forgive him for his poor choice of coping mechanisms. “Effie...” he heaved out, his voice hoarse and barely audible. “I... I’m...” I’m sorry. In the end, he couldn’t comply to her request. He closed his eyes.

“are you even wearing pants??”

“No.” The girl shook her head softly at her boyfriend’s question. As if just to see his reaction to her answer. ”Why? Is it that a problem?” Lana questioned as she arched an eyebrow with a small smirk painted on her lips. She always liked to tease him about how innocent he was. Truth be told, ever since they met at her sisters wedding and started dating, she thought it was cute. He was cute. Watching his little panicked expression, Lana couldn’t help but bust out into laughter. “Calm down, Li. I’m wearing shorts.” The dark haired female lifted up her oversized shirt that she stole from him, to show Liam that she was indeed wearing shorts.

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“Always blaming the pregnant woman, huh?” Karissa looked up from the empty popcorn bowl to see Marley. “Maybe Karley did it.” She nodded referring to the small puppy who had sleeping in her lap for the past hour. Although, it was obvious the other female was not buying it for a second. The brunette shrugged her shoulders, “Okay, maybe I did.” Throwing her hands up the air, Karissa frowned softly. “But hey, you were gone forever and I’m eating for two, excuse me.” A devious grin formed upon her glossed lips.