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College Comparison and Application Checklists

Hi guys! As an obsessive spreadsheet maker, I am constantly using Excel for EVERYTHING, including when preparing to apply for college. I’ve just been told that, for once, the spreadsheets I made for comparing college options and organizing my application checklist are actually helpful, so I’m here to share them!

The first can be used for initially comparing and deciding which colleges you are interested in and the second can be used more as a checklist to see if everything has been submitted or completed.

To make things convenient, I’ve made them available in Google Sheets, from which you can copy to your own Google Drive or download as a Microsoft Excel file! They are also both editable so that you can add or remove categories and compare what’s important to you. Colleges are not one-size-fits-all, so feel free to edit the spreadsheets to cater to you. As a quick example, I’ve used Harvard to demonstrate what each category is for, but you can use it however you see fit. Since I personally have not looked into Harvard, the examples used are not the most thorough, but they should still provide a general idea.

**DISCLAIMER: I am still in high school and have not yet applied or gone to any colleges/universities. I am no expert on college admissions and do not know everything about finding and selecting the perfect college. Please keep this in mind. Any constructive feedback is welcome!

College Comparison Spreadsheet:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1AVSidBtOpGOHafgkHVeKYSL0ceyaSZvx2VNzIG3uZTc/edit?usp=sharing

College Application Checklist:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ncT6dwddihoQOLsW17c6wZuXXqrp5F4hIqPWnop5M7M/edit?usp=sharing

To use, click on the link, go to “file”, then either click “make a copy” and save to your drive or click “download” and then whatever format you want. A guide to using each is below the cut. Happy college hunting and good luck!

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things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC
I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

UPDATED: UNI/COLLEGE AU
Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.the one where Louis’ pretty sure he’s already loved and lost his soulmate, and then he meets Harry.Harry’s a frat boy who is head over heels for Louis and Louis wants nothing to do with him.Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.Monica: You’ve got to see her again.
Ross: And why do you care so much?
Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy!
Ross: You had fantasies about Emily?
Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.
Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.
Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he’s cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he’s on stage.Few can handle Louis Tomlinson on the dance floor, much less match him in skill and fervor. Louis has obviously met his soul mate; he just never expected him to be wearing a red snapback and to chew gum like an entitled Mercedes owner.
or
A spring break (kind of) fake relationship AULouis comes to university looking for a drama degree and a purpose in life. He gets significantly more than he bargained for.
He’s got a secret stash of weed under the floorboards, his grades are going to shit and his mates keep getting pissed. There are secret passageways in the wardrobes and he really needs to get Niall a girlfriend. And most importantly, he can’t take his mind off the mysterious law student down the hall…Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.
Harry Styles doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he’s almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.
Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone’s poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.“You’d better run, cause there’s no way you can hide from me.”
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Harry and Louis are the two most popular boys at SDSU, but they don’t get along. At all. They belong to rival fraternities and they are constantly playing pranks and screwing with each other. Everyone can see that the school slut and the pretty boy would never be friends, but when alcohol and parties are thrown in the mix, things can change.The next second, Harry is firing back, “If I wanted to kill you I could have just poisoned your fajitas.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “Clever boy.”
Harry feels his skin start to prickle with irritation. The way Louis talks to him, so condescending… Like he’s smarter than Harry… Fuck that.
“I don’t have time for this,” Harry says. “Some of us have schoolwork to do. And jobs to get to. So if you’ll excuse me.”
Harry doesn’t wait for a reply before he pushes past Louis, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder and rushing towards the door. No, not rushing. That would imply Louis is chasing him out. He walks to the door hastily.
He’s not sure, but he thinks he hears Louis mutter “Fucking wanker” before the door to the flat clicks shut behind him.
…Or, the one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don’t like each other and definitely won’t fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).Harry can’t believe it when Louis, the boy he’s always had a tempestuous rivalry with, asks him to be his boyfriend. Well, pose as his boyfriend, that is—for a new television game show in which young couples are quizzed on how well they know each other for a jackpot of thirty grand.
Reluctantly, Harry agrees—because he’s got student loans to pay off, hasn’t he? What’s the harm? And he can totally deal with keeping his secret thing for Louis under wraps too. This is all just to win some money. It’s fine. No big deal. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, everything. Obviously.Louis is a film student, Harry is a musician, and shooting a music video doesn’t help on the path of trying not to fall in love.Everybody knows that Louis has never been one for serious boyfriends. His reputation around campus precedes him, which is why he doesn’t think twice before proudly telling his mother about his new and completely fabricated relationship with his oddly quiet and completely gorgeous new roommate Harry to shut her up about his lack of commitment. It’s the perfect lie; a flawless plan, or at least it was until Louis’ ordered to bring his fabulous new boyfriend home.louis tomlinson is awful. harry is just as difficult, and they’re both terrible to each other. it makes being in the same acapella group together quite complicated.

Uni AU, in which Harry is a part-time yoga instructor with rock hard nipples and skin-tight leggings, and Louis most definitely isn’t charmed.

After a seemingly meaningless one night stand, Louis accepts that he’ll never see Harry Styles again. The plan goes to shit when Harry ends up on his cheer team.
Basically, Louis’s cheer captain, and Harry doesn’t end up on the bleachers.Louis doesn’t do relationships. He’s been there, done it, got the scars to prove it. Never letting anyone too close, Louis can be head over heels for someone for one night but when morning comes, he will be out of the door, no feelings and no regrets.
Harry always gives too much, trusts too easily, falls too quickly. Even when he gets nothing in return.
Forced to attend University, Harry bumps into his sister’s roommate and another time, another day Harry would have been a goner the very second he’d laid eyes on Louis. But he’s already got the perfect boyfriend and Louis is the complete opposite of perfect.
Louis isn’t someone who Harry thought he could ever be with, and Louis never thought he’d break his rules for anyone.
Sometimes being wrong isn’t so bad after all.The Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.It’s been over a year since Louis broke up with Harry and Harry still believes in forever. And maybe the world does, too.Tumblr!AU.
Louis is an insecure mess and he hides behind his blog. Harry’s a boy with a personality too bright and he’s everything Louis thought he would hate. They end up falling in love.Harry’s just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He’s young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it’s not true. Really.
Probably.
It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that’s all Harry needs to know.The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that’s exactly what he did.Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).
Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.
A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

mandamae84  asked:

Hi. I love the fics where Louis and Harry start out hating each other and have really hot hate sex but end up falling in love along the way. Do you have some recommendations? Thanks!

- You Drive Me Round The Bend In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.(77k)

- Three French Hems : In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin. 19k 

- Reeling Through The Fall :They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.  40k.

- Up To No Good : Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.Sometimes Harry hates his life.   22k

- Search and Rescue Me : Louis never really paid attention to Harry until they get stuck in the locker room together. Larry High School AU (17k)

- Love Is A Rebellious Bird   : Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best.  Zayn and Liam are around too. (134k)

- Learning to breathe : He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out.  (110k) .

- Our blood is boiling : “I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this? [Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.] (6.5k)

UPDATE (much more fics under the cut)(last update on June 18th 2017)

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“How about THIS!!!!! Thanks for choosing our song. Happy #TrencherTuesday! Here is acapella group “Off The Beat” from UPenn performing “End of an Era” on Pop TV’s “Sing It On!” hosted by John Legend. (🎥: Full video is on YouTube from Brian Park, one of the performers).”

Four Years and a Week

It starts off quite rocky for Beca but there’s a happy ending for our resident badass, don’t worry.

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Beca has never been a religious person. In fact, she’s the only one in her family that doesn’t believe in the big guy in the sky. Her father is religious to say the least, Beca has given him the title of ‘Ultimate Bible Basher’. He has never been accepting of her “lifestyle”, he says it’s just a phase. That’s what he said when she first came out to him back in high school. Since that day, it’s just a thing that has been ignored, the big, gay elephant in the room.

Eventually Beca couldn’t take it anymore- the passive aggressiveness, the snide comments, the fact that her own dad acts like she isn’t there, all because of who loves. So, one day Beca finally decided to come out one last time to see if he had changed is opinion. She chose a specific day. The day being when she left for Barden University. She thought “if shit hits the fan worse than before, I don’t have to see him anymore”. That was what she was repeating over in head to keep her from buckling. Her father was a little more less than pleased with what his daughter had confessed, again. That’s why she arrived to Barden in a taxi. She was happier this way. She has always felt alone. She wasn’t really the type to have friends, she tried to stay under the radar.

Even though Beca doesn’t agree with anything her dad has ever said to her about the ‘Homosexual Agenda’ and the fact that she has chosen to be a disgrace to God, it still gets to her. She finds ways of punishing herself for being who she is. She can’t help it, there’s one part of her brain which tells her everything is going to be okay, but another, the most overbearing, tells her that she doesn’t deserve happiness. Most of the time she blocks that voice out, but sometimes she can’t help but believe it. The only way to stop them is by silencing them.
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It was a Thursday morning, the Bellas had their usual rehearsal that started at 8:30 and finished at lunchtime. Beca enjoyed being a part of the acapella group because she actually had some real friends. Beca doesn’t tell anyone her secret because she doesn’t want them to leave her like her one friend did in high school. She knows Cynthia Rose is out, but she can’t seem to follow suit and trust the girls, she knows it will be fine if she does, but Beca is still not okay with it so why would anyone else be.

She definitely wasn’t going to tell Chloe. She doesn’t want to cause awkwardness between them because Chloe is so hands on with her. She’s sure that Chloe’s that way with everyone so she doesn’t want to feel the odd one out. She doesn’t want any of that to change.

The rehearsal goes the same way it usually does. They go through choreography and discuss the competition, the normal stuff. But when they begin dancing, Beca can’t help looking at Chloe when she’s not looking. She tries her hardest to drag her eyes off of her, but Chloe didn’t help the situation by wearing her flattering yoga pants. Chloe knows people stare at her, she likes it. She said to Beca once that she’s “pretty confident about *all this*”.

There’s the voice again

Beca tries her hardest to ignore it but today it’s the loudest it’s been since being back at her dad’s house.

The rehearsal’s finally over. “We should go grab a burger. We’ve definitely earned it” Fat Amy suggests. “We haven’t done anything new today? You sat down for most of it.” Emily chides in. “I was making sure you were doing the right moves Legacy, after all, you did ruin the convention performance with those giraffe legs”. “That was NOT my fault, it was everybody’s. The props were totally unnecessary.”. Amy stands up. “Anyway, I don’t need to justify my need to eat a burger, but just so you all know, I did some vertical running back there and that deserves more than just a burger. I’m letting you off lightly.”. “Fine. Who else is up for something to eat?” All the Bellas but Beca agrees. “Thanks, but I’ve got to work on the set some more.” Beca said half-heartedly, everyone brushed this off as usual Beca behaviour, but not one certain redhead. “More food for me. I’ve got to live up to my name!” Amy cheered. The Bellas went their separate way to Beca. She went back to the house.

Beca finally got to her bedroom, dropped onto her bed, trying to sleep so the voice stops. Sleep wasn’t going to happen, so she decided to take a shower. “This usually works to shut that shithead up”. She gets undressed and stands under the warm water, feeling it roll off her skin, it’s soothing for a while, but the voice comes back.

She’s been here before. The same situation, the same deafening noise. She knows what she has to do to relieve herself of this pain. Beca braces herself as she turns the dial to scorching hot. The steam clouds her vision, she stands under the burning water until she can’t hear the sounds anymore. She gets out the shower, dries herself off, wraps the towel around her body and goes to her room to get dressed. She thought she was still alone in the Bella house, she was wrong. Chloe had come back because she had begun to worry about her friend that she couldn’t concentrate on her food. Amy was all too happy with her leaving early- “more food for me, thanks Ginger!”.

Chloe was sat on Beca’s bed waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, her face lit up when she saw Beca, but dropped when she saw her back. “Beca what happened?”. “I thought you was all out?”. “I was, but you seemed a bit off balance at practice today. I couldn’t keep my mind off of you, so I came back to check up on you. I’m glad I did, your back looks sore.”. “I’m fine I just had a hot shower.”. “We all have hot showers Becs, but that looks like you showered in hell!”. “I’m fine just let me get dressed…”. Beca goes to grab a flannel out of her closet and reveals old scars on her arm, without knowing, Chloe saw it. “Beca, what happened to your arm?” Chloe asked concerned for her. Beca looked down and realised that she unknowingly had her past on show. “errm, you know, I had a feral cat when I was growing up, and one day it sort of attacked me.” She smiled sheepishly. “Becs” Chloe got up from where she was sat and went over to Beca. “That sounds like a great anecdote, but is that true?”. Chloe cared for Beca, too much in the words of Aubrey, but she didn’t want to hear the answer which she knew was going to come out- “It’s fine I don’t do it anymore” Beca said, not looking at Chloe because she knew she’d feel something she shouldn’t. “Oh, Beca”. Chloe embraced Beca and there they stood, in that position, until Beca felt uncomfortable in just a towel. Chloe stayed with Beca the rest of the day. While Beca worked on her music Chloe was finishing her Russian Lit homework. Chloe kept glancing at Beca, who seemed a lot better than earlier, but she still wanted to stay so she wasn’t alone. She wasn’t going to push her to find out why Beca did this to herself. She wasn’t going to bombard her or bring it up until Beca did. Beca usually came around in her own time and spoke to Chloe.
                                                          ***
The next day Chloe woke to find herself still on Beca’s bed, but with the space next to her empty. She went downstairs to find the usual noise and activities that ensued on a Friday morning- Fat Amy convincing Emily that “the way to a man’s heart is through is liver.” Emily didn’t look convinced. “The men in Little Rock fall head over heels for me when I make my jungle juice”. “It’s because you put a deadly amount of alcohol in it, that even the smell of it makes people drunk!” Beca shouts from the other room. Chloe follows Beca’s voice into the living room where she is sat in her usual position with her laptop on her legs, headphones round her neck; while Flo is listing all the exotic diseases she has had. Beca looks up from her phone and notices Chloe, she quickly puts her headphones on and turns the volume up high. Chloe stops in her tracks and decides to give her some space, she’s paranoid that that’s what Beca is planning on doing, avoiding her.

This same thing happens over the next few days, Beca walking into a room, Chloe being in there, she turning around. Beca eventually decided to stay in her room. Her excuse? “I need to finish the set before Christmas”. Chloe just let Beca wait until she was ready to talk about what happened that day.
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A couple of days before Christmas break, Chloe woke up later than usual. Christmas is a very exciting and tiring time for her, especially when she has to constantly keep making cookies because someone *Fat Amy* keeps eating them. “Everyone is probably out shopping for their Secret Santa.”. She thought to herself. Chloe got hers a few weeks in advance, she made sure she had Beca, like she does every year. She layed in bed for a few minutes, revelling in the emptiness of the Bella house until she heard an unfamiliar voice getting louder. Her eyebrow quirked, she got out from her duvet, wearing her reindeer onesie, and went to the top of the stairs to listen out for anything else.

Beca thought everyone was out of the house, that’s why she agreed to meet her father at the Bella house, because she knew Sheila the Step Monster wouldn’t be there with him. She calls the house a ‘breeding ground for gays’. Her father came to reconcile with her because “after all it is Jesus’ birthday” and he told her that he has found the perfect church going man for his daughter if she agrees to come home and forget all about her “phase”. That was the breaking point for Beca. “For God’s sake dad! This is not a phase! This is who I am, I can’t change that.” She paused, thinking of what to say next. “You either have a gay daughter or no daughter at all. Your choice.”. “If that’s what you have decided then I guess we won’t be seeing you.”. Beca was a little shaken by his answer. She was looking for a little glimmer of hope that she would have a family again. But that wasn’t the case. He reached out his hand to shake hers, she didn’t move, he sighed and went to leave- “Goodbye Rebeca”. The door shut. Beca fell and held herself up on the kitchen island, gasping for air. She began to sob, her head in her hands.

Chloe ran down the stairs as quick as she could, she stopped, she held Beca. Beca didn’t care anymore about people knowing her secret because she has nothing left to lose, she just lost the only family she’s ever had. After Beca’s breathing had finally calmed down, Chloe holding her the entire time. Beca finally spoke. “How much of that did you hear?”. “I heard the tail end of it”. “So, I guess you know what’s wrong with me then” Beca mumbled, sniffling. Chloe made sure she looked her in the eyes, wiping away Beca’s tears. “There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with being who you are, and loving who you love!”. “That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to deal with people talking about you, calling you names, all because you’re gay…” Beca looked down as she said it. “Why do you say that?”. “Well you’re straight. You’ve been with Tom since I was in Freshman year.”. Chloe began to laugh. “Beca, me and Tom were just shower buddies, and the last time I checked, I am certainly not straight”. Beca looked up so quickly she may have got whiplash. “What? You’re telling me that you aren’t into dudes?”. “Well, I am into men”. Beca almost did an ‘I told you so face’. “But I am also into women.”. Beca’s nose crinkled up. “So you’re telling me that you’re bi?”. “I guess that is what I am doing.”. “Why didn’t you tell me?”. “I thought you already knew, and I’m not really a huge fan of labelling sexuality.”. “How would I already know? You’ve never actually told me.”. “I guess that’s true, but I’m so touchy-feely with you, I thought you would’ve at least wondered.”. “I guess, but I didn’t know that you are into girls too. Did you know that I wasn’t into guys?”. “Oh, come on, it’s not that hard for you. I get that stereotyping is bad and all, but you wear flannel like all the time and-”. “Okay, okay, I get it.” Chloe starts giggling “So I guess that means everyone else knows.”. “Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. The Bellas are practically all as straight as roundabouts.”. She nudges Beca on the arm. “Jessica and Ashley are basically married, Cynthia Rose is, well, Cynthia Rose, and Stacie and Aubrey are not so secretly getting it on. I guess you’re just blind about anything that’s going on around you.”. “Hey! I am not.”. “If you’re so observant, Miss Mitchell, how have you not noticed that I’ve been flirting with you?”. “What?! Are you being serious?” Chloe nods mischievously “Oh.”. There was a comfortable silence. Beca finally built the courage to ask what she had wanted to ask for a while. “Chloe Beale, will you go on a date with me?”. “Of course!”. “Next week?”. “Sure Becs. What difference will a week make compared to four years?” She smiled, kissed Beca on the cheek and slapped her ass as she skipped upstairs to get changed. Beca mentally kicked herself ‘Four years. She’s been flirting with you for four years you dumbass…’.

Good Morning Baltimore

Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: Worldwide Day (4)

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 1099

Trigger Warnings: None

A/N: This is a fic based on where I’m from, Baltimore, Maryland. (Yes, the title is a Hairspray reference.) I was so excited to right this because whenever my city is in the news, it’s never for anything good, but it’s not all that bad here. We have bad places inside the city, just like everyone else, but I wanted to bring to light the good places. I hope you enjoy this!

Originally posted by patgavin

“C’mon Lin! Get excited!”

“I’ve been driving for three hours straight, Y/N; this is as excited as I’m gonna be.”

“I told you to switch with me.”

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Stereotypes: The Female Perspective of being “too” within society

A few of you had messaged me with interest of reading my grad school research paper on gender stereotypes within Pitch Perfect, I’ve excluded some of it, but thought you may be interested in the rest :) Let me know what you think, I would love if we could discuss and would love to hear what you think!!!!


“Okay, so all a woman has to do is ignore society’s expectations, be ambitious,
sit at the table, work hard, and then it’s smooth sailing all the way.
What could possibly go wrong?”
– Sheryl Sandburg, Lean In (p. 39)

From a young age, we, as human beings, are taught how to eat, dress, ride a bike, communicate, and if we are really lucky – we are taught to love. This love still comes with innate beliefs educated, often subconsciously, by those who raise us, those we befriend, and those we come across in all stages of life. These ‘stereotypes’, often learned through behavior not words, is most often not even recognized as stereotypes because they often impact us in ways we do not consciously, or verbally, acknowledge.

Now, let’s try to break these stereotypes down even further and focus solely on the female population and what females are often inherently taught growing up within society. Habitually, these teachings come from our female parental figures, guardians, grandmothers, sisters, and friends who are teaching without the knowledge that they are helping to shape our beliefs and opinions for the rest of our female lives. These unconscious teachings include: the appropriate way to act around males, how to look and act like a lady (never less), how to speak our minds – but not too much, never too much; how to be the perfect student, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect employee. It does not matter if by doing these things we are living as our best selves, if we are being the polite, quiet female we have been conditioned to be, nothing else is of equal relevance. Though, these stereotypes are learned behaviors through our peers.  

Exploring the mass media example of the film Pitch Perfect, released in 2012, the then-Indie-now-major-blockbuster-success focuses on an all-female acapella college group trying to find their way. The film pushes the limits of group female interactions and stereotypes of how women ‘should’ behave within society.  The film could be argued for many different stereotypes as it is packed full of theories begging to be discussed. To name a few, we cross paths with the overweight female – who introduces herself as ‘Fat Amy’, when questioned why she calls herself that, she answers (jokingly?) “So twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back.” There’s the openly gay member (who is also African-American) of the group who they chose to have play the utmost extreme version of being both a lesbian and a black female. There’s the very exaggerated sexual member of the group, the quiet Asian character, and the overly cocky male members of the rival group. We also get to enjoy the banter of a misogynist male and provocative female acapella announcer team. But nothing quite speaks the weight like the female and male stereotypical roles thrown to the audience throughout the film.  

The female lead character ‘Beca Mitchell’, played by Anna Kendrick, is an incoming freshman at Barden University. Though young, Beca is extremely driven, sarcastic, antisocial, independent, and confident in her goal of becoming a music producer and doesn’t plan to focus on much of anything else.

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A woman… independent and driven in a successful film? Yes, I know it’s a strange concept. But that can’t just be all she is, she obviously needs more ‘depth’.  

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anonymous asked:

Tell another theatre story!

Mkay this one isn’t technically a ‘theater’ story but it was a branch of the theater company okay.

So, the year is 2012 and for some reason, Pitch Perfect is the Biggest Deal. If you’re sitting at home, reading this, thinking you and your friends really like Pitch Perfect, but your not a theater kid- you have absolutely no fucking idea the amount of obsession that was going on with the film. If you aren’t a theater kid, you can’t even imagine. Holy shit.

So anyway, the company used to have this musical director named Joe. Joe was…a strange character, if you will. Like, he was a nice guy, but if I didn’t know him and I saw him walking in my direction on a dark street, I would switch sides, you know what I mean? He’s got perpetually messy and vaguely dirty long hair, even though he’s much too old for the look to work for him, and this weird stare at all times, and he was like, a lot more proud of his musical talents than he had a right to be? lmao I remember we had to bring in extra help for “Into the Woods”, and this girl did more work than him, and when the show ended she was like “Oh my gosh I had so much fun!! Do you think I could come back to help with the other shows?” and he DEADASS SAID “No.” and then didn’t pass on the message from her to the director!!! (sources tell me she’s now the musical director there lmao)

So anyway, Pitch Perfect’s out and everyone is #AcaObsessed, and Joe’s looking for some street cred on his resume so he goes to the director and is like “Hey, what if we start an Capella group?”

Fatal mistake.

So she thinks that’s a wonderful idea and that the group can meet in the studios on Sundays before show rehearsals, but first we have to have an interest meeting, because nothing can ever be done without those.

So they just. Promoted the fuck out of the idea for this acapella group. They were calling it the Acapella Starrs, stunningly original and creative name, I know. And a lot of people were actually kinda interested- I was not one of them. I did not give a flying shit about this, I hadn’t even seen Pitch Perfect and all the hype about it was annoying me. My mother decided for me that I had to at least go to the damn interest meeting, because she wanted me to ‘try new things’ and ‘you have a beautiful voice!’ and ‘maybe if you make them happy they’ll actually give you a damn role next time’. So I told them I’d be at the interest meeting.

(Side note- I really want to drive home the fact how hard they were trying to get people to join this group. I vividly remember my being in the middle of my birthday party, everyone is hanging out and having fun, when my then friend Brendan’s phone started ringing and he picked up and it was Joe, asking him if he was planning on joining the group, and does he hear people in the background? Are you at a party with your friends, Brendan? Ask them to join the group too! It’ll be fun! Brendan, promise you’ll think about it? AND NO ONE KNOWS HOW THE HELL HE GOT THIS KID’S CELL PHONE NUMBER. RIDICULOUS.)

Okay, so it’s the day of the interest meeting, and I trudge up to the studio, dreaming of being in my bed instead, dreading of putting up with all the perky ass people who are gonna be singing the fucking cup song in perfect soprano voices. I open up the door, and who do I see? Joe, and my friend @chilling-like-dylan.

LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE SHOWED UP.

Joe made us wait for a bit “in case anyone was running late” (as if ANYONE could be later than me, Joe, come on). So Dylan and I were talking and he told me he was sorta interested but his mom had forced him there too lmao. And this wasn’t even like, the first Goddamn time Dylan and I were the only people to show up to something. I remember there was an interest meeting for acting lessons or something and the people there were the two of us and maybe four 9 year olds. Iconic. @ Dyl we should have been appreciated more.

So anyway, after like a million years of waiting, during which me and Dyl mostly sat quietly as we watched Joe’s soul and all his hopes and dreams collapse before our very eyes, it was decided we should sing something. ‘Hey, it’s acapella, and besides, at least you’ve got two different voice types!’

So he gets out his sad little keyboard and starts (half heartedly) teaching us how to do ‘Brown Eyed Girl’, and honestly we killed it??? If Dyl and I ever get married like my mother wants us to, I’m demanding we dance to that. Dylan was on the main lyrics while I was doing more the acapella sounds, and then we came together for the refrain. We sounded great, and even the director was surprised by that when she came to check out the meeting, her eyes sweeping over the desolate room before landing on the three of us in the corner and making eye contact with Joe, who stopped playing immediately as Dylan and I carried on. We got a “Great job, Prince and Molly Girl!”, before we scurried out to CVS to wait for our parents, all the while feeling like a storm was brewing in the studio.

Lmao okay, so the next day we had rehearsal for our show right (I’m 98% sure this was during Into the Woods), and there’s always announcements before we start things right. So she brought up the subject of the interest meeting and things got tense, no one turned around to look at Joe but you could feel him glaring lmao. She brought up how Dylan and I were the only one’s there, which is funny now but when I was sixteen it felt weirdly embarrassing, and that ‘they understand if there was scheduling conflicts, but the first practice is next week’  yadayadayada. I realized Dylan and I probably weren’t gonna be able to escape officially joining the group at this point, but I was like? The two of us sound good, and it doesn’t seem like anyone else is gonna bother, so maybe it won’t be awful?

OH, bye the way, they fucking charged us money for joining the acapella group!!! And then even more money for tshirts! As if paying to be in the shows wasn’t bad enough!!! I get it’s a non-profit but slow your role, my poor ass doesn’t need this or your damn matching tshirts!!!

So, anyway, the next week I force myself out of bed and into the shower and get to the practice fairly late (me showing up late with wet hair was a well known Meme of this company tbh. But Joe was shooting murder eyes at me for it). But like…it wasn’t just Dylan there. I saw my friends Morgan and Soren, two girls named Libby and Madison that I was friendly with, a tiny flamboyant then-11 year old named Neil who I knew bc I had emotionally adopted him at a previous date, and then like two or three little girls in his age group I didn’t know, who had the whole ‘better than you’ act down lmao. What…were these people doing here? Evidently they had all been talked (see: bribed or annoyed) into joining. Joe gave me some sheet music and we started singing ‘For The Longest Time’

Awful.

Horrendous.

Dreadful.

Unacceptable.

Abominable.

Defective.

Incorrect.

Not Good.

Unsatisfactory.

None of these words are strong enough to describe how truly shitty we sounded. But wait, you say! That was only your first rehearsal together! Surely you must have gotten better with practice!

WELL GUESS WHO FUCKING DIDN’T GET ANY BETTER? THE ACA-FUCKING-STARRS OF SUBURBIA.

And it wasn’t even like, lack of ability or musical talent. Everyone there was a fairly decent singer. Joe was just so unwilling to TEACH properly! He was just…not good. Like, okay, so the whole plan was that we would perform during intermission at shows, right? So he composed and original song about the company, but…it was dreadful. To this day, it’s still made fun off. I distinctly remember that for one of the sounds he had us going “ZZZZZZZZZZZ”. But like, not even a drawn out zzzzz, he literally just had us saying the letter ‘Z’. The line went like “we are such prooos-’ (Zee-Zee-ZeZee-Zee-ZeZee-Zee-ZeZee-Zee” oh my God. And there were just so many other things he wasn’t teaching us properly, and to make matters EVEN WORSE, my chorus class at school had just started a acapella group so good they could’ve dragged Pentatonix through the fucking mud (and my High School arts department vs my theater company was a legitimate THING because of some age old feud with the two directors) so I knew how good we COULD’VE sounded, what we had the POTENTIAL for, but we weren’t getting there bc Joe was more focused on giving the boys solo’s and not teaching us how to PROPERLY SINGING ACAPELLA I’M SALTY.

So, the younger group’s show was coming up, and they were doing Grease. So, since we were meant to be performing at intermission, we had to get there before the show, sell raffle ticket and stuff, hang out in the hallway during the first act (bc none of us actually wanted to see it lmao), and then we could leave after intermission. I have the most vivid memories of standing at the top of the stairs as Morgan said “HELLO! Would you like to buy some raffle ticKETS?” in the same exact cheery way every time someone came up. She sounded like a recording. Soren was keeping all the money in his beanie in a very unprofessional manner. At some point we started a massage train. There might have been a CIA agent. I gave a bj to a water bottle. Dylan tried to make a vine of all of us flying but it didn’t work out. Madison draped herself over Soren and had one leg pulled over her head (dancer) while lamenting, “I just don’t understand why boys like me so much!”. It was an interesting weekend, in the least.

But then we get to the intermission performance.

THEY PUT US OUT ON THE FUCKING STAGE. THEY MADE US SING GREASE IS THE WORD. AND THE GODDAMN SONG JOE WROTE. AND OTHER SONGS WE HAD BARELY PRACTICED.

The audience was barely paying attention, but the ones who were were cracking up.

The next day we get there, and Joe looks like hell but the director, in her over cheery manner was like “Guys you were so good! So good! I love you! But I think for today, we’re gonna have you guys sing in the hallway instead of on the stage, okay?”

YIKES.

So now, innocent ass people are coming out to buy candy and water, and here’s our group, right there, able to make eye contact, singing fucking ‘For The Longest Time’, and no one can escape. They couldn’t escape our horrible singing and we couldn’t escape direct eye contact. It was the worst. I don’t even know how the others were personally feeling (although they all looked miserable), but here’s me, stage fright, always 100% feeling like I’m being mocked or judged any time people look at me, and now I gotta hold eye contact while singing at people, and we don’t even sound good, and my shirt didn’t fit right so I felt extra fat, and a million other negative thoughts were in my head. Like, truly, it was such a fucking mess. I could handle acting because on a stage I couldn’t see anyone in the audience, and I wasn’t being me. I was way too insecure to handle something as up close as this was.

Everyone knew how bad it was. It spread like wild fire through the company, became such a joke so fast, and still the director and Joe was pushing for more of this. It was ridiculous. No one wanted to do it, and eventually we all just sort of faded out of the group as they let us go with varying degrees of despair. I got an out at reregistration for the ‘next season’. I said I just couldn’t afford the money for this group on top of the money for the show. “It’s really not that much, Molly.”

“It’s this or buying a class ring.”

“I’m sure we could work out some sort of discount-”

“Joe…no.”

Everyone else did similar moves, or just stopped going to practices altogether. In a few years, the Acapella Starrs might be nothing more than a legend whispered on the wind, like the Ghost or the Fascination Station.

I pray for the day society completely forgets it as a whole.

Hey fam! New York’s premiere nerd-themed acapella group @choirfly is seeking tenors & basses! 

We’ve performed at conventions such as NYCC & FlameCon, as well as venues like Lovecraft NYC, The Waystation, Sketch Block, and Housing Works. Our repertoire includes theme songs & original parodies alike. Examples:

- “Narnia” - a Chronicles of Narnia parody of Toto’s “Africa”
- “Fight” - a Mortal Kombat parody of Ellie Goulding’s “Lights”
- a mashup of “Stronger Than You” from Steven Universe & Bill Withers’ “Just the Two of Us” (pictured)
- “Jayne’s Song” from Firefly…as a madrigal
- The Darkwing Duck theme in the style of “Moondance”
- “Rolling off the Sheet” - a D&D parody of Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep”
…and others!

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Nearis Green

So who taught a young Jack Daniel how to distill what would become the world’s best-selling whiskey? Until recently the public assumed that credit belonged to Dan Call, a Tennessee preacher & distiller. But actually, it was Call’s slave, “Uncle Nearis”. As you can imagine, it’s a complicated story for the brand.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannons for elams parent au?

ELAMS Parents

  • John and Ham taking bets who’s sperm was the winner for every pregnancy, winner gets to name the baby 
  • Eliza only bets twice, when she thinks its a girl and she gets to name the baby
  • John wears the baby carrier on his back, Ham wears it on the front, Eliza has the cute sling one for easy breast feeding access
  • Ham totally the long string of pictures in his wallet that he opens up for people when he’s gushing
  • Ham always has the night shifts when it comes to baby, John has the day, Eliza has the inbetween when she comes from work
  • All three binge watch Sesame Street and argue who is the best character (Ham likes the Count, John likes Cookie Monster, and Eliza loves Elmo) 
  • Trio singing lullaby like an acapella group