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iâm fucking crying iâve 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 shitÂ
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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, iâm burninâ up for you ;) ( forever indebted to you laughing at my feverish jokes when no one else would )
âItâs not over⊠itâs never overâŠâ // from Katniss
prompt:Â dialogue prompts with a raw powerful energy
status: accepting
   â đ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđ. â its a joke, a bad one, about how youâre literally dead. meant as a light hearted thing to say, an easy way to break tensions, but youâve 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. â i mean.. i know a lot of things suck for you right now but.. i mean you won. youâre a victor. you donât have to live in a heap of trash anymore. â harsh, but compared to district one thatâs the only way you can think to describe twelve. â youâre not in the games anymore, just live in your fancy house & kiss your so called boyfriend & play nice for the cameras & youâre set for life. youâre living the dream. â
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
howâs my portrayal.
@lagaudiiereââ  for  zoya   /   tros  sentence  starters   /   accepting   !
âââââ  â  I  NEED  YOU  TO  SEE  WHO  YOU  ARE. â  âââââ
ââ  i  know  who  i  am.  ââ  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.  (  â  ALEKSANDER  â  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.
ââ  your  concern  is  appreciated,  but  unnecessary.  ââ  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  ?Â
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love starters (accepting) // @lagaudiiereâââ â talk to me. â 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 canât 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 heâs just realized heâs not alone at his table anymore; that, whilst he was spacing out and staring through the small cafeâs 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 canât help but offer back a small smile --- slowly grounding himself on reality once more.
â sorry--- what...? â
â    you  donât  kill  people  you  donât  know  ,  thatâs  the  rule    â
@lagaudiiereâ sent â for a starter !
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.Â
