petite ring

This might be a bit unusual for this blog, but I am going to do an analysis…of an object. That staff is one of the most interesting tools/weapons in the entire show, and they didn’t even bother to give it a name. I’ll just call it “the staff,” since that’s all Freakshow calls it, but yeah.

Like I said, this is out of the ordinary, so it might get messy, but I’ll do my best.

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- the moment in PP3 when Aubrey tells Chloe about Beca's toner...

[Aubrey stands before the large mirror of the dressing room, putting the finishing touches to her lipstick. The Bella’s are all bustling around her, getting ready for the final performance of their USO tour. Tonight was their final night together. They all returned to their respective homes tomorrow.

Aubrey sees Beca in the mirror’s reflection. The brunette is quiet, leaning her back against the wall of the room, looking over at the door of the dressing room miserably. In the doorway stands Chloe, chatting to Chicago, who has stopped by the dressing room to give her a rose as a form of good luck before tonight’s final performance. Aubrey thinks it’s odd to see the tables turned. To now see Beca pining secretly for Chloe who seems completely oblivious.

Beca glances at the mirror for a fleeting moment and, upon seeing Aubrey watching, clears her throat and takes hold of the gold jacket she would be wearing for their final performance tonight. Aubrey realises this is the first time she has ever felt sorry for the petite brunette.

A bell rings out, notifying the performers that the show is about to begin. They are not first to perform, but they still need to be in the wings of the stage ready for the moment they were to perform. The Bella’s file out, including Beca who leaves with Fat Amy, but Aubrey hangs about. Something that is uncharacteristic and enough to grab Chloe’s attention, so the redhead stays behind too.]

Chloe: Everything okay Bree?

Aubrey: Huh? Oh…yeah, fine.

Chloe: Are you sure? Because you’re usually the first to get to the stage when it’s time to perform?

Aubrey: Well I’m more laid back about things now so…

Chloe: Aubrey Posen. I’ve known you for ten years. I know when something’s on your mind. Spill.

[Aubrey turns to Chloe]

Aubrey: Okay, I don’t want to ruin things between you and Chicago…

Chloe: Sure you don’t.

[Chloe folds her arms. It wasn’t the first time this trip that Aubrey had shown her disapproval of the troop she had begun seeing.]

Chloe: Aubrey I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Chicago is a decent guy. We’ve had some nice dates! I’m enjoying seeing where it is going, and nothing is going to stop that.

[Chloe turns on her heels and makes to leave but Aubrey calls out to her]

Aubrey: Beca has a toner for you!

[Chloe stops in her tracks and waits to hear more before deciding whether to turn to look at her best friend or not]

Aubrey: I’ve seen it all through this tour. And then she told me herself last night. Beca really likes you Chloe.

[Chloe turns to look at Aubrey and tears begin to form in her eyes. A look of disbelief is on Chloe’s face and Aubrey cant help the small smile that tugs at her mouth. She knows this is something Chloe’s wanted to hear for years.]

Chloe: *whispers* She likes me?

Aubrey: Really likes you.

[One of the USO stage directors appears at the door]

SD: Bella’s you’re on in 10, hurry up!

[Aubrey walks out of the dressing room with Chloe and they make their way down the corridor to the wings of the stage. They approach the rest of The Bella’s who are watching Dew perform for a packed audience.

Chloe isn’t watching the stage. She’s watching Beca, who glances over at her and gives her a sad smile before looking back at the stage again. And Chloe suddenly feels upset that she hadn’t noticed the way Beca had apparently been looking at her over the weeks they had been on this tour. That she’d been right when she’d accused Beca yesterday evening of being jealous, even though Beca had denied it. Beca liked her!]

Aubrey: Alright gather round Bella’s. Let’s do this one last time.

[The Bella’s circle up and place their hands in the centre. Aubrey counts and they all raise their hands on the count of three. Chloe approaches Beca.]

Chloe: Um, Beca? Can I have a quick word?

Beca: Uh, yeah, of course.

[Chloe and Beca step a few paces away from The Bella’s. Aubrey and Fat Amy watch in anticipation from their position by the stage. Both Beca and Chloe look at each other with awkward grins.]

Beca: Everything ok?

Chloe: Yeah, fine. I…um…I just wanted to say I’m sorry…about last night. I shouldn’t have got so defensive. You were just looking out for me and I appreciate that… I appreciate you.

[Beca nods slowly and Chloe screws her face up slightly, trying to find the right words to tell Beca that she knows about her toner. Beca nudges Chloe’s arm, smiling reassuringly.]

Beca: It’s okay Chlo. We’re best friends. We fight sometimes because we care. I care…about you…so…

[Chloe smiles softly. It’s likely to be the closest thing she’d get to Beca confessing her feelings for her. She’d take it as that.]

Chloe: Beca I-

[Chloe is interrupted by one of the Stage Directors who hustles them towards the rest of The Bella’s. Calamity and the rest of Dew walk off the stage, wishing The Bella’s luck and Aubrey leads them all out onto the stage for their final performance of their USO tour.]

Originally posted by brittany-snodes

Our Kind Of Love (Part 10/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  

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a wipe my tears away kind of love.

You wake up in Steve’s arms, having eventually made your way to the bedroom.  Your head was on his chest, your arms around him.  Your mind hadn’t turned off really at all, you tossed and turned until Steve finally locked both his arms around you, trapping you against him.

You feel Steve’s arms loosen and know he is awake.  He presses a kiss against your head then your cheek then your lips.  You give him a sad smile, but make no move to get up.  He presses his face into your neck and you feel his lips graze your skin. “Let’s stay in bed all day.”

He lifts his head, you never want to stay in bed, you were usually up and getting stuff done by eight in the morning at the latest.  Steve looks you over, he knew that this had something to do with Charlie.  He also knew that he couldn’t let you wallow in your grief.

“You remember that day me and Charlie were in his room and talked? He told me about a few things and he, Charlie was a great man, he loved you like a granddaughter.   Charlie and Betty didn’t have any kids, Betty couldn’t-.  He left us both somethin.”  Steve held you tightly as he spoke knowing this was going to be hard for you.

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London-made French “le Petit Protector du Fromage

Manufactured by J. Hinds, English watchmaker and jeweler.
4mm pinfire six-round manually indexed cylinder, German silver band circled with blued steel hammer spring, no serial number of course as these were produced in the 20th century as one-off artificial curios.

These gadgets would have been popular in the early 19th century, with the invention of self-contained cartridges by Frenchmen such as Casimir Lefaucheux making all sorts of weird firearms available to the discerning gentleman. Pinfire cartridges remain the ammunition of choice to this day when extremely small jeweler’s guns are concerned.
The small protectors were the 4mm and 5mm version, but a 2mm alternative of this bauble also exist, named the “Femme Fatale” -le woman that kills you.

Sauce : James D. Julia Inc.