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HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

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kakokyuu:

❛ Sayaka-chan’s sweet music gives Ibuki so many feels she can’t contain them! ❜

♬     “Oh, you flatter me! I’m sure that your music is just as sweet, Mioda-chan. Though I’ve yet to hear it!”

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What should I call you?: Aura!

Timezone: EST

18+: y / n

Kik / Skype / AIM : kik: moonstone. / skype: burstofstardust

Are you cool with me:

Tagging you in reblogged posts: y / n 

Tagging you in random starters: y / n 

Sending you an endless supply of memes: y / n 

Making you graphics, aesthetic sets, promos: y / n

Arrive in your ask box at weird hours freaking out about our muses?:  y / n

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frightveined:

                    && soft, cautious appellations echo throughout the nurses room, gentle yet enough to provoke a startled yelp from CUPID BOWED LIPS; it wasn’t difficult to cause the brittle coated female to be reduced to bundles of timid nerves&& vocalized mousy tone.

                                                                            ❛   a-ah ! y-yes, thats me !

                   despite the slow anxiety that numbly nips at the back of mantra induced cranium, medical instincts OVER POWERS ( briefly, && subtly so. ) general quake of nerves. enough so that attention is lighting quick to fixate on flashed injury, hourglass frame swiftly closing certain distance to provide a better look.

                 fleeting analysis pin points automatic instructions && within seconds a formula to regain the singers flawless skin already structures. feigning ignorance the way cerise coats ivory curved cheeks at the miniature praise, brows knit together with tiers

                                ❛   y-yes ! judging from the size though, it’s a minimal injury. i-if this is fresh however, then it’s best to first rinse&& wash the wound with cool water to remove any access debris or dirt. has that procedure a-already been taken care of, miss —- ?  u-uhm, m-may i ask what your name might be ? i-i’m sorry, it’s just i’ve never seen you around before. ❜

♬     An audible, sharp gasp! She was so ashamed of herself. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry. I’m so impolite I didn’t even introduce myself.”

       A small tap on her chin. Even though she’s repeated her own name when talking to someone for the first time thousands of times before, she somehow forgot conversation etiquette because she was in too much of a rush to get better. Her hands clasped together and she plastered a gentle smile on her face.

       “I’m Sayaka Maizono! I’m best known around here for being the Super High School Level Idol.”

       Having gotten her introduction out of the way, (though, to be fair, she kind of handled Tsumiki’s own introduction for her -- having known who Tsumiki was beforehand.) she brought the conversation back to her little injury. 

      “And I’m also afraid that I haven’t rinsed it in water or anything like that. I just patted off the blood with a paper towel, really... I don’t know anything about the medical field at all! Which is why I needed your help, Tsumiki-san!”

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What should I call you?: Shiro

Timezone: Central (US)

18+: y / n

Kik / Skype / AIM : No/Yes/YES ACTUALLY LOL

Are you cool with me:

Tagging you in reblogged posts: y / n 

Tagging you in random starters: y / n 

Sending you an endless supply of memes: y / n 

Making you graphics, aesthetic sets, promos: y / n

Arrive in your ask box at weird hours freaking out about our muses?:  y / n

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                                  Tumblr “RP Bestie” Form

Fill in, and toss it in my submit (if you can’t find it, just add “/submit” to the end of my url) or my fanmail, and I’ll return the favor, so we can just get started with the madness and skip the baby steps.

What should I call you?:

Timezone:

18+: y / n

Kik / Skype / AIM :

Are you cool with me:

Tagging you in reblogged posts: y / n 

Tagging you in random starters: y / n 

Sending you an endless supply of memes: y / n 

Making you graphics, aesthetic sets, promos: y / n

Arrive in your ask box at weird hours freaking out about our muses?:  y / n

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gargcyle:

“I guess so. Though. The artwork can be a bit creepy. Dont’cha think?”

♬     “Hm... Some of it can be creepy, definitely, but it’s less of a terrifying sort of creepy and more of that... Sickly sweet kind of feeling. Like a doll in a haunted house. The actual thing isn’t that scary, it’s just the environment around it that gives it that... vibe. Do you feel that way about the artwork, too?”

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yaoihands:

Guys please reply to this with what your url means or references I’m really curious

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♬     “The artwork is so beautiful here. It kind of distracts you from the whole ‘trapped here’ thing...”

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@luckheld

♬     “Super High School Level Good Luck, hm?”

       Of course, she instantly recognized the title. After all, an old friend of hers also shared it. Still, it was weird. For some reason, she had an inkling that this boy’s talent varied a little from Naegi’s. Which was strange, because she never considered Good Luck to be a talent. It was more like... ‘Super High School Level Lottery Winner’ than anything. She wasn’t sure how his talent could vary... So perhaps she should ask about it!

    “So, the luck of the draw? Getting picked to enter this school has pretty low chances, from what I’ve heard. You must be the type to stumble upon a field of four leaf clovers!” But she was only kidding.

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She Lays Down // The 1975

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secondcomingofdespair:

“Monaka recognizes you! You’re an idol, right? And a student at Hope’s Peak!”

Despite the large crowd of strangers, one face familiar even just from the television calmed Monaka down somewhat. Maybe as an older student, she’d know where the elementary class was!

♬     "Ah, you recognized me?”

       She acted surprised, but she knew that she was bound to be recognized. She's never met such a YOUNG fan, though. She placed her hands on her knees and bent down slightly to be at level with Monaka.

     “You have a keen eye. Yes, I’m the Super High School Level Idol! You must be finding comfort in seeing a well-known face in a group of otherwise strangers, hm?”

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[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known

♬     [DRUNK TEXT] right back atcha babe! 😘😘😘😘😘 👌👌👌👌👌👌 💯 💯 💯 💯

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[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS

♬  ...Subtle. Receiving the text, she immediately knew something was wrong. He’d be the type to say something like ‘you’re gorgeous’, but not the type to be aggressive about it... Or swear. A giggly sigh escaped her mouth before she wrote back.

       [TEXT] Naegi-kun, have you been drinking? ^^”

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more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE