Hands Brushed Through Fabric Samples, Weighing Her Options For What She

Jake: that’s a pretty rock, Dwight

Dwight: thanks! Feng gave it to me

Feng: I threw it at you

Dwight: She’s very sweet

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010) dir. David Yates

beverly 📲 ben👷🏻

ben: at this point i've got nothing to be ashamed of 😂

ben: oh, i promise

ben: wine, snacks, and NKOTB. the perfect evening.

beverly: good cause you definitely don't, never did💕

beverly: if you think about it wine & cheese/crackers is kinda like grape juice and lunchables😂

beverly: so it really is the perfect night of nostalgia

edgcofgreat​  /  rue * !!

               Rue’s  eyes  went  wide.  It  wasn’t  a  question  that  she’d  expected,  and  she  honestly  had  to  think  for  a  moment  before  answering.  “  Well,  right  now  I’m  reading  Pride  and  Prejudice.  We  didn’t  have  a  lot  of  books  like  this  back  home,  and  so  far  it’s  a  pretty  good  read.  ”  She  smiled,  holding  up  the  book  in  question.  “  I  don’t  know,  it’s  hard  for  me  to  pick  a  favorite.  ”

                    "a fan of LOVE i take it ?? well, it is the season, can’t fault you for that.” luna knew it was a classic, but it was one she had yet to read. “i’ll take your word for it && get it,” she nodded with a knowing smile. “i guess it was rather unfair of me to ask. there’s so many && sometimes it depends on the day.” a pause, she racked her brain for how even she’d answer that question. “ — have you heard of area 51 ?? i read a book about it once, had evidence to support the study of aliens there. i quite enjoyed that one. then again, to say it’s my favorite ?? it’d be a stretch.”

                    having not grown up with any TRADITIONS, finn found them all a bit odd, albeit fascinating. valentines day, one day to show love to family, to friends. he already knew it wasn’t going to be his favorite. in the midst of war, one day was never enough. he’d been admiring some of the questionable heart décor when he felt it — a draw to someone he couldn’t ignore even if he wanted to. finn had heard of the memory lapses, the identical faces that some people in this town had to endure, but he knew her. finn immediately rushed over to rey, arms winding tightly around her frame. “rey. you’re here. you’re okay.” a pause, brows worriedly knit. “i mean, you are okay, right ?? SAFE ??” @spcllbovnd​​  /  rey.

wxlksxflxfx​  /  jo march * !!

“It’s kind of like having another person with you in real life tells those voices fighting with you in your head to hush up.” She commented, gesturing to her head as she spoke. “Jo March.” Jo introduced confidently, as if it was a name that was going to mean something one day, which she was determined to make true. Hearing her comment, the writer couldn’t help but laugh and shrug her shoulders. “Well, there are four March girls total and we’re each different in our own way. So, you could say we balance each other out, but for the most part I think we just try each other insane.” She replied. Moving with the girl, Jo eyed the desk she was pointing out and let out a small sigh. “Well, I’m a writer you see. Currently just doing little short stories and things for the local paper, but I’m planning to write the next great novel. Something people have never seen before!” Her words came out fast and she was proud of what she planned to do. “I agree on the chair thing though. The chairs at work are terrible and I refuse to have my chair at home be the same way.” 

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                    instinctively eyes widened at the thought — four girls. while of course not all were vindictive, but a group of any always made her a bit apprehensive. greta && her squad left a longer, deeper impact on bev than she would ever like to admit. “well that just means you’re doing your jobs, right ?? some of my friends are more like brothers ; if you don’t annoy them every once in a while there’s no sense of accomplishment.” beverly jested, a light titter chimed as gaze warmed. beverly listened intently, talk of DREAMS, seeing others light up with all they wanted to do, bev loved to see it. meant even after all the shit in the world there was still HOPE. “i’ll make sure i keep my eyes peeled at any bookstore for ya. any genres you like in particular ??” nose scrunched, nodding along in agreement. “a bad chair will make you feel old with all the inevitable back pains. too young for that shit. but your work should definitely try to do better. forty hours a week is already torture enough at any place.”

despite all the blows, you are still s t a n d i n g.

                    there wasn’t a lot of people left in johanna’s life — in fact there were more people now than there were just a few years ago. the quarter quell, the rebellion ... most things johanna would never chose to relive. but, somewhere in all that a few people managed to stick, not that she’d ever admit that to them. but she was getting desperate to figure out what was going on, to know she wasn’t completely alone or losing it more than she already had. the bakery, she should’ve known he’d be here. “— one of whatever’s freshest. && of course, anything you got on why the hell we’re here.” johanna managed a small smirk, warm for her ; she always was rather straight to the point.

@heartsofember​ ~ Starter for ANYONE

Peeta worked easily in the bakery, finding peace among the recipes and the decorating. He was good at it and enjoyed every minute of it. He got up early in the morning and went to work, spent most of his time in the back baking and decorating everything in his path. Most o the time he didn’t interact too much with customers, but today happened to be one of the days where everyone was pitching in where they could. Peeta was spending a lot of time up front and in the back, trying to keep up with everything. On his trip back to the front, he saw a customer waiting and took the chance to help. “Welcome.” He spoke in a soft voice. “Is there something I can help you with?”