#but the writers/producers fumbled the bag so fucking bad

[rudystree]

the only unprofessional ppl are the pates and whoever runs that shit along with them bc HOW do you let it get that bad, are terrible pushovers and have ZERO control over your own damn set to the point an actor, who once lived and breathed for that show, wants out that badly. bc i yeah i don’t believe jjs death was planned from the beginning it was rudy that wanted out

like i thought the mess that was s3 (to keep the exes apart) was crazy but s4 work was insane. they fired (or whatever happened) with elaine, who had the job BEFORE getting with rudy and didn’t get it BC of rudy, and replaced her with another significant other???????? who notoriously does not get along with rudy???????? dudes????? bros??????? did all photographers idk die when they were looking for one or…..???????

and why are you allowing on set significant others and ppl that don’t belong on set control the mf set for you???? put your mf foot down and tell the actors to leave shit, issues, like and dislikes and GFS (esp the one that causes problems and has done so FOR YEARS with lives,unfollows, petty messy shit etc) outside of the set.

this. all of this.

[dancingwithwind]

her soul is made of wildflowers

so this the first chapter of a road trip au i just started working on. i’m suffering with a bad case of writers block, so i decided i needed something new, even if it means temporarily abandoning my ongoing works. i hope you enjoy it 💗

[x]

“Hey Becs, we’re almost there.” Chloe takes one hand off the steering wheel and reaches over to jab Beca’s side. The brunette is slumped back against her seat, dark hair falling softly down against her cheeks, her pink lips parted slightly as quiet snores escape her mouth. Chloe isn’t ashamed to admit that it’s simply adorable.

As soon as Chloe’s slender fingers press against Beca’s ribs, the girl jerks awake, her hands flying to her abdomen protectively. Chloe smirks at the panicked reaction as she moves her hand away from the tired brunette and down to her phone. She blatantly ignores Beca’s grumpy glass at being woken up, and instead scrolls through her new travel playlist on Spotify.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up, Beale? I was sleeping.” Beca reaches up to fiddle with her hair self consciously, tucking messy strands behind her ears and smoothing them out with her palms.

“We’re almost in Athens, babe.” Chloe doesn’t think twice about the pet name that tumbles from her mouth; her and Beca have been... well, close, for a while now — close enough to casually tangle their fingers together in public, press chaste kisses on each other’s lips before going out, and call each other certain affectionate names. The agony of having Beca in that way but not really having her is beyond painful for Chloe — if the sharp twisting in her gut and aching heart are anything to go by — but the redhead is more than happy to at least have her best friend in some way.

Chloe thinks back to the start of their road trip, two days ago with a warm feeling swirling in her stomach and a faint blush spreading across her cheeks down her neck.

[x]

“You can’t go.” Jesse folds his arms across his chest and stomps his foot, the force making Beca flinch. Chloe wants to reach over and pull the small woman into her arms, and pepper soft kisses all over her face and down her smooth neck. But instead, she curls her hands into fists by her sides, digging her nails into her palms to refrain herself from succumbing to her urges.

“What do you mean I ‘can’t go’?” Beca demands, folding her own arms and raising one eyebrow dangerously. Chloe knows that this exprsssion means tread carefully, but Jesse doesn’t seem to care as he opens his mouth to argue back. Chloe sighs from beside Beca, wishing she could just reach out and slap Jesse round the fact. God, has he always looked so fucking annoying?

“I want you to stay.”

Beca glares at Jesse, her stormy eyes narrowing into slits, her cheeks flushing with anger. Chloe can’t help but suck in a breath, her heart in her throat as she watches the anger envelop Beca whole and take over. The brunette’s shoulders stiffen, her nails digging painfully into her clothed thighs. “So you’re telling me that I can’t go on a fucking road trip with my best friend?”

Jesse pulls his brows downwards into a deep frown as he regards the two tense, angry girls in front of him. Chloe fights the urge to let her lips curl upwards into a smirk; the man looks rather intimidated, despite the frustrated frown on his face.

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m telling you not to go.”

“No you’re not.”

“What?” Jesse’s arms drop to his sides, his jaw falling to the floor in a mixture of shock and pure disbelief. Chloe turns to Beca, her bright eyes shining with surprised uncertainty. The brunette just jerks her head in the tiniest nod, a sign that she knows what she’s doing and is asking for Chloe’s trust. The older woman just blinks slowly in response, her earlier shock replaced with understanding and affection. (Chloe loves how her and Beca can just communicate like that, all in their eyes and movements, as if there’s no one else in the room.)

“I said, no you’re not.”

“Wh-What are you doing? Are you choosing that bitch over me?” Jesse takes a step forward, clenching and unclenching his hands into tight fists. Chloe instinctively steps in front of Beca, tensing her body in case Jesse decides to get physical, but Beca moves around her, vibrating with anger as she walks rigidly towards Jesse, her expression thunderous.

“Don’t talk about Chloe like that, you piece of shit.” Beca stalks up to her boyfriend— no, ex boyfriend, her fist raised next to her jaw, ready to smash it into his irritating face. Chloe lunges forwards before the brunette can do anything, fingers curling around her clenched fist, pulling it back down to her side. Chloe slides her hand into Beca’s, lacing their fingers together as she squeezes their joined hands comfortingly.

Jesse watches as Beca takes a step back, pressing her body unconsciously into Chloe’s, the angry flush slowly seeping from her skin. Chloe turns to Beca, their hands still intwined, love and comfort shining in her eyes. “He’s not worth it, darling. Come on, let’s go.” Beca stays silent and just nods in agreement, beginning to turn away, tugging Chloe with her.

Jesse watches them leave, his mouth open in shock as he takes in the pure, unadulterated love twinkling in Beca’s usually black, almost expressionless eyes. God, how did he not see it sooner? (He doesn’t like to admit that it’s clearly been right in front of him for so long, yet he’d been too stubborn to admit it.)

[x]

“Wait, what’s in Athens again?” Beca twists in her seat, fumbling to pull her shoes off as she tucks one leg up underneath her. Chloe rolls her eyes, because why is Beca taking her shoes off now?

“All the great record stores, apparently. You did bring money, right?” Chloe smiles softly as Beca's face lights up in excitement, vigorously nodding her head as she grins widely at the redhead beside her. The smaller woman reaches into her bag and digs around, pulling out empty wrappers and water bottles as she does so. “What the hell, Beca? Why do you have so much junk in your bag? Didn’t you clean it before we left?” Chloe stares down at the black Kanken rucksack disapprovingly, wondering why Beca payed $75 just to make the bag into a carry-around trash can.

“Hey! Leave Kirsty alone.” Beca looks up from her footwell, three half-empty tubes of Polos clutched in one hand. She glares at Chloe, feigning offence as she reaches bag into the bag and rummages around blindly.

“You named your bag?” Chloe giggles at Beca’s childish tendencies, her heart suddenly filling with love as she watches the brunette produce her wallet with a triumphant cry.

“Shut up. I know you named that yellow cup! At least mine sounds good — Kirsty the Kanken! Betty the Yellow Cup sounds awful.” Beca laughs as Chloe’s lips turn downwards into a petulant frown, and her eyes flick back onto the road like they probably should have been all along. “Look! I brought lots of money!”

Beca pulls a thick wad of money out of her wallet and waves it in front of Chloe’s face, the notes tickling the redhead’s nose gently. “Why is it all in cash?” Beca just shrugs and tucks the money away again, shoving the wallet deep into her bag. “You’re so weird,” Chloe comments, jabbing the buttons on the radio to change the track.

As Party in the USA begins to filter through the speakers, Chloe opens her mouth, clearing her throat in preparation to blast out the lyrics at the top of her lungs. Beca grins and leans back in her seat, flinging an arm out of the window as she lifts her feet up onto the dashboard. Instead of telling the brunette to get her “disgusting feet” off the car, Chloe smiles cheerfully and grabs Beca’s hand, lacing their fingers together tightly.

[x]

“Chloe, come on,” Beca whines, wrapping her fingers around the redhead’s wrist as she tugs her through the entrance of Athens’ Greatest Hits. Chloe grumbles quietly under her breath as she lets the brunette drag her into the store, wincing slightly as the woman squeezes her wrist in excitement, the skin pinching together painfully.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Chloe finally frees her wrist from the tight grasp as Beca catches sight of all the records sitting proudly on the shelves, arranged in alphabetical order. Rubbing her wrist unconsciously, the redhead walks slowly after Beca, who’s hovering in the ‘F’ section, dark eyes rapidly scanning over the rows and rows of records. “What are you even looking for?”

Beca doesn’t respond for a while, too mesmerised by the old vinyls, running her fingers over the spines of the sleeves. Chloe waits patiently, knowing how much of a big deal coming here is for Beca. (If she’s feeling honest, Chloe may even admit that she googled record stores in Athens, and specifically planned their road trip to fit in a visit to Athens’ Greatest Hits.)

“Aha! Found it.” Beca cries out triumphantly as her fingers curl around the edge of the record sleeve and pull it from its position on the shelving. “Pink + White, by Frank Ocean; I’ve wanted it for ages.” The brunette stares at the cover, eyes dancing with excitement as she slides her fingers over the title, a small but joyful smile tugging at her lips.

Chloe stares unabashedly, her cheeks dusted with pink as she watches Beca inhale every tiny detail on the sleeve of the vinyl. Seeing the brunette so happy, surrounded by what she loves, fills Chloe’s heart with a love so overwhelming she thinks she might burst.

The redhead is jolted from her affectionate trance by Beca snapping her fingers in front of her face, the record tucked carefully under her other arm. “What are you staring at?” The small woman demands, peering curiously into Chloe’s bright eyes.

“You. You’re such a cute fucking nerd.” Chloe definitely hadn’t been planning to say that — it kind of just slipped out on its own — but when a deep blush blooms across Beca’s cheeks, spreading down her neck, the redhead realises she has no regrets. Beca tucks her head down shyly, squeezing her hands together as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on it gently. She opens her mouth to speak, words brewing like coffee on her tongue.

“I am not cute.” It’s the only thing Beca trusts herself to say, because when Chloe’s standing in front of her, staring at her like that — with love shining brightly in her eyes — she just wants to pull her into her arms and kiss her forever.

“Sure thing Becs, sure thing.”