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louisentheirbees · 1 month
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🎀 i ruin everything i touch 🎀
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justiceforfoxface · 4 months
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if you people will not request, I suppose I will just create
anyways here’s my idea: coriolanus snow x model reader
warnings: literally none. sfw. no use of y/n. female reader. let me know if you want this with gn reader or male reader. academy coriolanus.
enjoy :)
Most people your age would be heading to school about now, but not you. You were heading to Mrs. Cameron’s office, your boss who made sure your face got slapped on every advertisement. Didn’t matter what it was for. You’d been in posters and ads for foods, for clothing, once for the Games itself. As long as people saw your face, Mrs. Cameron got money, and if Mrs. Cameron got money, so did you.
You sit in the waiting room, an empty marble room that’s honestly intimidating even after going there for years. Then, Janet looks up from her spot at the counter. She’s Mrs. Cameron’s secretary, a fairly nice young woman whom you don’t often engage with.
“You can go home,” Janet says, not unkindly, but certainly not kindly. “Mrs. Cameron’s not here right now. She’s fallen ill.”
“Oh,” you say awkwardly. You’d never been turned away before. Even though Mrs. Cameron was the boss of most of the models in the Capitol, she always had time for you. “Well, send her wishes of a fast recovery.”
Janet nods, and you make your exit. As you step out the doors, you’re hit with a blast of cold air. You got up at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast and walk here, and you didn’t realize exactly how freezing it was. You were also caught right in the middle of what was practically a stampede of students heading to the Academy. The red uniforms flooded the small side street, like blood slowly spreading over a white snowflake.
As you make your way through the crowd, with lots of hurried saying of “Excuse me” and “Sorry,” you pause to see someone looking at you.
One of the students. He’s blonde, and he has very noticeable blue eyes. He says something, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to you.
“You’re the girl from all those advertisements.”
“I-I am,” you reply, nodding. The student nods to the doors of the modeling agency you just walked out of. “Do you work there?”
“Yes.” “Are there…lots of clothes there?”
You’re slightly confused at these questions. You got a lot of weird questions when people found out you were a model, but no one ever asked if you had lots of clothes at your modeling agency.
“Yes, I guess so,” you hesitantly respond. Does he want to break in and steal them? “Why?”
He turns red and says, “It’s…well, my cousin-Tigris-her birthday is coming up, and she likes, well, fashion, so I thought I’d get her something nice, but….”
“Oh!” Well, that’s a lot nicer than breaking into a modeling agency and stealing all their clothes.
“I…work for Mrs. Cameron, you know. She leads most of the models in the Capitol.” You don’t know why you’re telling this to a stranger. “She normally doesn’t like us taking the dresses home, but she’s out sick, so…”
You don’t know why you’re offering this to a stranger. You’ve never broken a rule of Mrs. Cameron’s before. And here you are, willing to break her biggest one for a stranger who-for all you know-might not even have a cousin with a birthday coming up.
His eyes light up. “Could you get something? Maybe something nice. She likes pink.”
And then you remember it. The satin pink dress with the bow in the back that was rejected for you because Mrs. Cameron said it didn’t match your eyes. But it was comfortable, and beautiful, and perfect for a birthday gift. “I know exactly what to get,” you say. “I can probably get it to you this time tomorrow.”
He nods, and then says, “Coriolanus Snow,” and then walks away.
It takes you a few minutes to realize that was his name.
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ye-olde-trojan-horse · 11 months
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paper cuts hurt, until they don’t.
boiling water hurts, until it doesn’t.
being numb hurts,
until you forget how to feel.
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hyunjining · 9 months
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whatever the highest level of parasocialism is, that’s me about louis tomlinson
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schrodingersjigsaw · 6 months
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Stuck in a constant trap of “would he say this” -> “he would not fucking say this” -> “fuck it the words are pretty”
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watching my id is gangnam beauty and let me just say mirae is a better person than i am because if a guy like cha eunwoo liked me i’d be so annoying
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glendover · 1 year
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so mentally ill of me to find Kafka relatable
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tiredasamf · 1 year
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Some TWST ocs I have. They run a cafe and are basically the ohs of nrc. 👍
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louisentheirbees · 3 months
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academic validation is for the ugly girlies with shitty personalities who only have one thing going for them (this is about me)
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ikinntorispring · 11 months
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I keep thinking I’m getting better, then another set back happens and I’m back to square one. I just want the old me back:/
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sickgraymeat · 1 year
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Constantly have this argument with myself like
Me: you should be in hell for the unforgivable crime of not being good enough at writing fanfiction
Me: that’s stupid no one cares
Me: you ruined everyone’s lives by being sub par at developing a story using an existing fictional universe okay? repent
Me: No fr I don’t think it actually matters that much
Me: ….fine then you should be in hell for the unforgivable crime of writing fanfiction that isn’t good enough to forever alter the course of anyone’s life
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tea-time-with-a · 4 months
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First day of winter quarter at my college was the third of Jan.
And in all of of my classes, I sit next to attractive people.
a boy whom I could spend forever talking to in Communications 220.
I have a girl who thinks I’m funny as a lab partner in Chem 121
a boy with a dirty sense of humor who is too nice at the same time in Polysci 102.
Like this along with my ADHD is def gonna make Me fail at least one of my classes.
All I can hope for now is to either pass my classes and maybe even finish the quarter no longer single.
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fierce-rea · 9 months
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Bitches will be like “No, I can’t get the 150 calorie per serving breakfast cereal I’ll get fat!” And then literally only drink soft drinks and not water.
I’m bitches…
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