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woop woop,
my new multi-muse is up and running. it’s actually a place for all my indies so i’m moving everything over there. follow if you want to keep interacting with me.
ofangerissues-blog reblogged
woop woop,
my new multi-muse is up and running. it’s actually a place for all my indies so i’m moving everything over there. follow if you want to keep interacting with me.
MOCKINGJAY PART 2 ( 2015 ) sentence starters
- ‘ give me one reason why i shouldn’t kill you. ’
- ‘ did you have a nightmare? i have nightmares too. ’
- ‘ don’t trust them. do what you came to do. ’
- ‘ are you still trying to protect me? ’
- ‘ our lives were never ours. ’
- ‘ they’re afraid of you. ’
- ‘ anybody can kill anybody. you just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself. ’
- ‘ it’s war. sometimes killing isn’t personal.’
- ‘ we keep each other alive. that’s what we do. ’
- ‘ i’ll say this for you, you don’t disappoint. ’
- ‘ home. we go home. ’
- ‘ nothing good is safe while ____’s alive. ’
- ‘ one way or another this war is going to come to an end. ’
- ‘ it’s not your job to ask questions. ’
- ‘ i’ve been watching you. and you’re watching me. ’
- ‘ i guess there are no rules anymore about what a person can do to another person. ’
- ‘ oh, that speech you gave. oh, man. i mean, i still have goose bumps. ’
- ‘ he needs to see my eyes when i kill him. ’
- ‘ we’re facing an enemy that will not change and will never surrender. ’
- ‘ and if it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him/her? ’
- ‘ if your immediate answer isn’t “yes,“ then you’re dangerous. ’
- ‘ they promised me that when the time came, you would help me. ’
- ‘ if it gets to that point, i’ll kill you myself. ’
- ‘ we’re gonna get through this. i promise. ’
- ‘ everyone that’s dead is dead because of me. i lied. ’
- ‘ i never meant for this to happen. i failed. i… ’
- ‘ she/he needed you to be there and take care of her/his family and you did. ’
- ‘ no, i’m not losing you again. ’
- ‘ shoot me! ’
- ‘ you really think i gave the order? ’
- ‘ i’m afraid we’ve both been played for fools. ’
- ‘ all I know is that i was supposed to take care of your family. i’m sorry i couldn’t. ’
- ‘ it balances the need for revenge with the least loss of human life. ’
- ‘ may your aim be as true as your heart is pure. ’
- ‘ i’m sorry so much burden fell on you. i know you’ll never escape it. ’
- ‘ if I had to put you through it again for this outcome, i would. ’
- ‘ you came home. ’
- ‘ we’ve all suffered. but we owe it to their memories to do our best with these lives. ’
- ‘ i hope you're finding some peace. ’
- ‘ but there are much worse games to play. ’
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Let me live. Through your vice. Mass appeal - I feel - in ten breaths. It’s a miracle if we’re still alive.
Can you touch it? Is it real? Paper cards that I feel the slightest RIP is a river that’s overflowing me
Let me live Let me live (hush now, hush now)
also i’m back. i’ll probably be more active from now on.
i finished my exams a few hours ago.
i’m sure i’m ammitted to the state exam, which is the purpose of the exam.
the two written tests (italian and social science) couldn’t have gone better.
the third multitest killed me because we had HALF an hour to do math and another half to do english. while there weren’t that many math exercises (two longer ones) and i have improved drastically, there is no way i could do them in half an hour correctly. i got completely right the second one—which is absurd because i was in a rush so i wrote down the first thing that crossed my mind. like, i knew how to solve the first one and the steps were right, i just couldn’t double check for the always present (stupid) errors. and i made mistakes in english that i never made before out of tension.
but i’m very sad.
that multitest made me extremely agitated for the remaining day (the teachers noticed it) and i could have performed better during the oral exams. the math teacher saw me agitated and she guilt tripped me because she wanted to give me 9/10, which didn’t help. (and she was texting during it. i swear to god those fucking young teachers are always glued to their fucking smartphone.) and in history of art there were some things on the program which we didn’t actually do. only that i had 10/10 on my report and that teacher (it was a different one) asked me those things. i mean she was somewhat understanding (and i understand her for asking them) when i told her and when i told her it wasn’t and excuse to favour my grade, but it was a very pathetic oral session. i’m not angry about this, just sad.
but then i did better than i expected in philosophy and remembered every single date in history.
i guess i expect too much from myself and i understand that overall it went well, that others would beg to have the same results, but feelings can’t be helped.
i feel like shit.
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💕 sensual meme edition
send me a number from 1-25, without peeking, and i will choose the suiting option for our muses and write up a drabble/starter/moment according to the image! (trigger warning for graphic sexual content and other mature themes)
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hi i’m alive. kinda.
i’m killing myself studying as much as i can (and skipping school because tbh. they put a lot of hours now and during our exams but the term is closed so it’s useless) even though i already studied a lot during the year. i guess it’s my way to deal with pressure.
after the exams i’ll probably be busy finishing my thesis though.
also i got a crush on my latin professor and he’s an asshole thankfully i won’t have to see him anymore in like one/two months
"Wow. Do I need to have a talk with Mason about how homophobic you're being right now?" He teased, brushing a hand through Liam's hair.
❛hell, even mason would tell you off for being so homo.❜ he nuzzled against his neck, leaving a small kiss there. ❛he’d also be jealous.❜
Scott pulls Liam against him by the hair and squeezes him close.
❛—this is so homo, scott.❜ he quietly squeezed him back and hid his face against his chest.
liam and i need cuddles.
it’s not nice getting sick so close to my exams.
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“That’s so sweet.” He murmured, humming softly into the kiss. Liam was surprisingly good at that. He reminded himself that he shouldn’t be surprised. Liam had a lot of talents. He couldn’t wait to see what other talents his beta might be hiding from him. He was about to break the kiss and make a comment about how wet his hand was getting before Liam beat him to the punch. “Liam, you could be fifty years old and seven feet taller than me, but you’re my beta. I never dreamed I’d help make anything as close to amazing as you are in any way. You’re always going to be my boy.” He shot back, the smile unwavering on his lips. He pressed back into Liam’s hands, chuckling softly. “You like the way that feels?” Scott wasn’t even taking it as a challenge. He could roll with Liam’s interests and turn it into something they could both enjoy. It had gotten him pretty far as an alpha so far. “Bet you’d like it even better on your face.”
liam might look innocent, but there was a reason as to why he was fairly popular in school. and pretty much everyone knew he slept with hayden. the only problem was his total lack of experiences with other guys. ❛ —that’s all very sweet, scott, but i’m trying to FUCK you here, ❜ he said, before the compliment tinted his cheeks with a veil of red. when scott’s rolled back into his hand, liam squeezed, and he squeezed hard, almost possesively. he brushed his lips against scott’s neck, smiling. he didn’t think he would enjoy it that much. he released his grip to play with scott’s pants, breaking them open, and releasing his own raging boner. he squeezed them together, covering scott’s erection with his own pre-cum. he was excited. the man of his dreams was on his lap and up to anything. ❛ i need you scott. in every way, ❜ he whispered against his neck. following his tip, he pushed scott, unable to control his stregth, on the bed. where they really going to fuck? in his room? it all felt like one of his many dreams. he grasbed his alpha’s leg and opening them, he dived between his asscheeks to lick tentatively his hole. ❛ you look so good, ❜ he cooed, caressing scott’s inner thigh and going up to feel his toned stomach.