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Hamilton wouldn’t had been the man he became without Eliza. She made sure no one forgot about her husband all through her lifetime. Stop erasing her.

Evan probably wouldn’t had the motivation to progress so far into his life without Zoe. He wouldn’t have grown into the self he is in the finale without her. Stop Erasing her.

Nabulangi was the one who encouraged Cunningham to preach during Man up, progressing the plot greatly. Stop erasing her.

Fieryo sacrificed himself so Elphabea could get away, knowing he’d probably die in the process. Stop erasing him.

The newsies would’ve barely gotten anywhere if Katherine hadn’t approached them and written the article. She was the one who came up with the idea of publishing the newsies banner. Stop erasing her.

Christine was a big reason Jeremy got the squip, without her, the musical never would’ve taken place. Stop erasing her.

STOP ERASING IMPORTANT MUSICAL CHARACTERS JUST BECAUSE THEY DONT FIT INTO YOUR SHIPS!!!!!

Babes In Black

Scorpio x Capricorn

i. Daddy Issues // The Neighbourhood

ii. A Handsome Stranger Called Death // FOE

iii. I’m On Fire // Bruce Springsteen

iv. My Boy Builds Coffins // Florence and The Machine

v. K. // Cigarettes After Sex

vi. I Can’t Go On Without You // Kaleo

vii. Off To The Races // Lana Del Rey

viii. Gorilla // Bruno Mars

ix. Between The Bars // Elliot Smith

x. Happy Together // Filter

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anonymous asked:

You said you would take prompts of the precious events, so could you write a time Beca and Chloe were turned on, but the bellas were present, like in a rehearsal idk and they couldn't wait to get out of there

(I’m also going to be cross-posting these on AO3 I’ve decided, as a separate collection of one-shot prompts. If y’all wanna reread.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12203370/chapters/27712596

There’s something about being here, with the Bellas, surrounded by their loudly talking friends in a group setting in a very public place that feels… darker, almost. Dangerous.

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  • mood playlists: carefully curated. reasonable length. songs i no longer like or Feel get filtered out promptly
  • genre playlists: either ten songs, half of which come from the same album, or a horrifying pileup of 150+
columbine/ school shooting playlist

Filter - Hey Man, Nice Shot

Marilyn Manson - The Fight Song, The Love Song, Disposable Teens, The Nobodies

Pearl Jam - Once, Jeremy, Rival

Foster The People - Pumped Up Kicks

Rammstein - Weisses Fleisch

My Chemical Romance - Teenagers

Green Day - Having A Blast

P.O.D - Youth Of The Nation

Korn - Thoughtless

KMFDM - Me & My Gun

professional-fandoms  asked:

You should write a blurb we her it's like you and Luke get into a fight and Luke drives off and you end up crying yourself to sleep And when he comes back he's not as mad as tries to apologize

Their relationship was never that of ease as fate had a way of chilling chaos into various important events while somehow holding together the binds that brought them together in the first place. Maybe their first kiss had ended in a little blood, but Luke remembered her lips being softer than her supple skin under his fingertips. Maybe their first date had ended in shattered China dishes but Luke remembered her eyes behind the laughter reflecting even brighter in the swallowing darkness of her dimmed kitchen. Maybe their first series road trip had ended in an empty tank of gas and a very irritated attendant but Luke wouldn’t have wanted to share his jacket on a deserted highway in the middle of the night with anyone else.

When they told these stories, there was always a but it was okay because. (”But it was okay because Luke didn’t seem to mind mopping up my random nosebleed, or leaving his white shirt with me to clean.”; “But it was okay because mum was too endeared with Luke’s smile to notice the shattered glass.”; “But it was okay because he bought me all the candy I wanted and he said I tasted like Skittles.”)

Frankly, it was only part of some ridiculous routine that they managed to stir up the most colossal argument the night before they were to get on a plane to Sydney to spend the holiday’s with Luke’s family. They argued as any couple would, often over trivial things that would be forgotten when his lips caught her cheeks or when the trill of her laughter couldn’t evade his antics. 

If the premise of the fight hadn’t been strange enough, the atmosphere was. Luke’s words weren’t carefully chosen, they were deliberate, intending to hurt the other. Her tongue couldn’t quite catch the spaces in her teeth, instead rolling a fire she didn’t know she’d been swallowing. 

And although the fight was dissimilar, she didn’t think he’d leave. 

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anonymous asked:

Fourth of July joshifer, please!

Anon, firstly, let me apologize for taking far too long to write this. Like you sent this to me LAST fourth of July and I didn’t manage to write it then, and while I have now, it’s still two days later than the actual day itself and since I had a whole year to do it… well I feel bad. So firstly, I’m sorry, secondly, thank you for sending me the prompt! And thirdly, I hope you’re still here with me and that you do get to read this and that you like it! 

I do have to say though I struggled with this one, not being American or having ever been to the US, never mind experienced a Fourth of July there. So that being said, I did do a call for help around the same time you sent this prompt and I got this reply (below) so I hope I’ve done it justice, and thank you to the anon who sent this info my way!

it’s always very hot so people tend to walk around on beaches in jean shorts and america-themed bikini tops. that’s like, such a big aesthetic for the 4th!!! people spend a lot of their time in the sun and on the beach, and a lot of people watch fireworks from a boat on either a lake or an ocean. fireworks, of course. a lot of people have at-home fireworks (that aren’t legal in every state, lots of people even go to another state to buy them) and they set them off once it gets dark. like poppers and sparklers for the kids and roman candles and big ones for the adults, and then usually the city puts on a fireworks show that everyone can come to, bring their picnic blankets and lawn chairs and settle in to see it, and once it gets totally dark everyone snuggles up in their sweatshirts and watches the fireworks together :) 

Happy Fourth!

(As always, unbeta’d; all mistakes are nine mine.)


Red, White and I Love You…

It’s hot. So hot. I’m thankful today is a holiday and I’m not required to be in meetings or working anywhere because I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to concentrate, much less wear an inch more clothing than I currently am. My denim shorts kiss my thighs, the frayed strands grazing just a little lower than the intact material, and my loose crop top only just meets the button at my waist. The grass between my toes is dry and also warm, pleasant on my bare feet. 

I plop down on the grass with Laura, calmer than I know I and everyone here will be once we’ve been fed. I can smell it from here - hot dogs, burgers - my stomach growls as I hear them sizzle too, faint but recognizable between the lazy pop playlist filtering out from the speakers.

I love the Fourth of July.

“God, I’m hungry.” 

Laura laughs at my distress and props up on to her elbows to turn and look at me properly. I hold my anguished look for a moment longer, before we simultaneously break into smiles.

“Yeah you’re wasting away, Jen.”

“I know, I won’t make it!”

We’re laughing still when something ice cold and wet is placed on the exposed skin of my lower back, uncovered by the V cut out of my top. As it - whatever “it” is - meets my skin I recoil and arch my back at the same time, my laugh switching to a squeal.

I hear a triumphant “Ha!” from behind me, that turns into a deep, throaty chuckle. 

“Jooosh,” I whine, smiling and swatting at his hand that holds my beer, trying be used as a weapon to erupt more goosebumps on my flesh.  Now that the contact is lost, I’m actually finding that the coolness on my skin was quite pleasant.

He grins and relents, moving the bottle to my hands and sitting down beside me, his arm pressing against my own lightly, the tiny space between us filling with more heat but of an entirely different kind. 

“God, I’m starvvvving,” Josh states and I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop me from spraying my mouthful of cool beer everywhere.

Laura groans. “You two are officially the same person, congratulations.”

I roll my eyes. “Like you and Steve aren’t just as bad, I’ve been that third wheel.”

Josh looks bewildered at the two of us and I lean my shoulder into him softly. “I literally just said that exact thing before you came back.”

He grins widely before planting his lips on my cheek. His arm positions back on to the grass behind me and I lean against it, my hand moving on to his thigh. I watch from the corner of my eye as we both tip our beers to our mouths at the same time.

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