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LIKE for a starter from Evan Hansen from Dear Evan Hansen
         love, simon â sentence starters
slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. features quotes from Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda as well. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!
â Iâm just like you. â
â I have one huge-ass secret. â
â Nobody knows Iâm gay. â
â Sometimes I feel like Iâm stuck on a ferris wheel. One minute Iâm on top of the world, then the next Iâm at rock-bottom. â
â Iâve been thinking about why I havenât come out yet. â
â Who you are to the world is pretty terrifying because what if the world doesnât like you?â
â It doesnât seem fair that only gay people have to come out. Why is straight the default?â
â Sometimes I feel like Iâm always on the outside, thereâs this invisible line that I have to cross to really be a part of everything and I just canât ever cross it. â
â Sometimes I think Iâm destined to care so much about one person it nearly kills me. â
â Heâs wearing a womanâs sweater and heâs drunk. â
â When did you first realize? â
â I havenât told anyone. Announcing who you are to the world is pretty terrifying. âÂ
â I have something to tell you. Iâm straight. â
â I like girls. â
â Iâm heterosexual. â
â Iâm sorry. I canât do this anymore. â
â Iâm supposed to be the one that decides when and how and who knows, and how I get to say it, thatâs supposed to be my thing! â
â Iâm done living in a world where I donât get to be who I am. I deserve a great love story and I want someone to share it with. â
â Have you ever been in love? â
â These last years, itâs almost like I can feel you holding your breath. â
â Disclaimer, this is about to get romantic as F. â
â Sheâs cute, but sheâs just not really my type. Not because sheâs black. I love black women. Not like, you know, I have a thing for black women, I just, I just, I just love all women. â
â I might not know your name or what you look like, but I want to find you.â
â Iâm done living in a world where I donât get to be who I am. â
â White shouldnât be the default any more than straight should be the default. There shouldnât even be a default. â
â Sometimes it seems like everyone knows who I am except me â
â Straight people really should have to come out, and the more awkward it is, the better. Awkwardness should be a requirement. â
â I mean, I feel secure in my masculinity, too. Being secure in you masculinity isnât the same as being straight. â
â Iâm just so sick of straight people who canât get their shit together. â
â Iâm too busy trying not to be in love with someone who isnât real. â
â Really, though, there are only two kinds of weather: hoodie weather and weather where you wear a hoodie anyway. â
â Did you just tell us youâre gay? â
â Nothing is worse than the secret humiliation of being insulted by proxy. â
â I fall a little bit in love with everyone. â
â People are shameless when it comes to cake. Itâs a beautiful thing to see. â
â Thereâs something about you that makes me want to open up, and thatâs slightly terrifying to me. â
â I knew you had a secret. â
â I wanted to ask you about it, but I didnât wan to pry. Maybe I made a mistake. â
â You get to be more you than you have been in, in a very long time. You deserve everything you want. â
â I like no endings. I like things that donât end. â
â You may actually be the only person who gets more than 140 characters from me. Thatâs kind of awesome, right? â
â I have a sneaking suspicion that youâre not 100% committed to your Oreo diet. â
â I canât imagine a scenario where I donât want to kiss your face off as soon as I see you.â
â I feel irrelevant. â
â They put me in a box, and every time I try to nudge the lid open, they slam it back down. Itâs like nothing about me is allowed to change. â
â Itâs really amazing, isnât it? Someone can trigger your sexual identity crisis and not have a clue theyâre doing it. â
â Thereâs no such thing as a good idea when youâre in seventh grade. â
â I feel like Iâm supposed to make some comment to underscore the ridiculousness of it all, but honestly? Itâs sort of nice not to have to be cynical for a change. â
â I try not to change, but i keep changing, in all these tiny ways. And every freaking time, i have to reintroduce myself to the universe all over again. âÂ
â You make everything a big deal. â
ADAM:
@brckenparts LIKED  THIS  POST  FOR  A  STARTER  FOR  SOME  REASON  .
 america  was  ,      by  far  ,      one  of  his  least  places  to  linger  .      tâwas  unsettling  how  many  words  he  still  didnât  know  in  spite  of  his  teachings  .      either  way  ,      if  he  needed  aid  ,      so  much  as  he  loathed  to  admit  it  ,      he  would  receive  it      -            and  it  happened  to  be  the  first  unfortunate  soul  across  which  he  came  .      â    sorry  to  bother  but      -            well   ,      do  you  know  your  way  ?    â
ââ ââ â um , i think so . â evan said , though the sentence sounded more like a QUESTION than affirmation . his gaze lifted from the ground as he asked in return , â d-do you ? â
CONNOR:
 ââHansen.â Connorâs tone wass cold and quick towards the shorter boy as he saw him approaching.
â â ( starter call // @brckenparts¡ )
ââ ââ evan feared his heart would hammer right out of his chest, the sound ringing through his ears. he slowed to a stop, clutching the straps of his bag tightly. âm-murphy.â
CAROLINE:
  Caroline smiled and sheâd stay smiling if it got him to feel better or more at ease. âI am new in town, Iâve been cooped up like a hen unpackinâ for the last few days so I ainât been out much either. My family just moved here from New Orleans.â
ââ ââ âoh. that explains the, um, the accent.â he said. his hands curled tightly as he pushed himself to say something else, âdo you... um, maybe i... i could show you around? sometime. if you want.â engage with people. that's what his mom told him to do. he could do this.
me: *looks at myself in the mirror* me: Hm. donât like That
CAROLINE:
   The redheadâs brows raised at the sudden gesture but she smiled nonetheless. Caroline didnât quite understand why he wasnât looking at her but it wasnât her business. She just hoped she wasnât making him uncomfortable. âItâs a pleasure to meetchaâ Evan.â She reached out and gently shook his hand, dipping in a small curtsie out of habit. âIâm Caroline.â
ââ ââA quick glance at the person -- caroline -- and he caught the curtsie. that was new. it made him wonder, briefly, if he should've bowed in return. âi, uh, i can't say i've seen you around here before, but that's probably because i don't go out much. i mean. i DO go out just. um. are you new? in town.â
continuation from [x] with @sixbillicnsouls
ââ ââEYES glued to the floor, he gave a small shrug. fingers fumbling together. âi never really thought about that.â he didn't understand what there was to thank for but it eased him a little to know she was nice. âi-i'm evan, by the way.â his hand shot out in gesture though he still kept his head down.Â
CONNOR:
   &  just like that , everything in connorâs head just stopped.  slender arms wrapped around connorâs lanky form  &  connor just remains   frozen   standing there in front of evan as eyes grow wide , his slender arms resting at his side than mutually wrapping his arms back around evan.  this didnât feel good.  connor wanted to   shove   evan away  &  run even.  run away somewhere far from evan , far from just â anywhere really.  instead , he  gently  pushes away his boyfriend , opens palms covering agonized expression donning his face.   â   i thought â i thought i could be perfect for you.  the meds â they were supposed to work , i was supposed to be better âŚÂ but i  couldnât.  things just kept getting fucking worse , evan.   â   voice was soft towards the end , emotions decressendoing from such intensity  &  connor was a  broken  boy.  connor looked so different now , blue eyes looking dull  &  empty , dejected almost as if he looked like he just simply given up.
@brckenparts¡
ââ ââ EVAN didn't fight it . it broke him to feel connor push him away , gentle or not , but he didn't try to pull back . connor didn't want this . didn't want them . didn't want HIM . he could ... he could understand that . he could try to actually  LISTEN  for once and ... the tears rolled down his cheeks . i donât want perfect . i want you . need you . connor anchored him . kept him calm in situations that made him want to throw up with how terrifying they were . he made him want to be better . the thought of him gone made evan's stomach twist and breathing turn shallow . to think he'd have to overcome everything alone again ... no . stop . breathe . run what he said over . again and again . ask the right questions . not everything is about you . connor's still hurting . â ... d-did you check why ? maybe you need something else o-or ... â
CONNOR:
   HE ALMOST HIT EVAN , that was until evan  himself  got closer to connor.  evan was telling him that connor didnât mean any of this , the screaming , the punching of the walls , everything  &  that really fucking hurt connor , made his heart ache.  he couldnât talk to evan , not about his issues , heâs burdened evan enough , burdened everyone enough about his issues that troubles everyone around him.  it was just better to disappear without a word , become an abandoned memory even so that way connor murphy would no longer ruin peopleâs lives , get out of their hair.  open palms covers tear-stained angry eyes , he wants to scream in completely  frustration  but he couldnât , instead letting out a strained sob as he shook his head violently.   â   thereâs nothing to talk about , hansen.  itâs better that way.   â
ââ ââ THERE were several things evan wanted to do . one was to follow connor's advice and leave . the other was to tell connor that he was wrong . that there was just too much to talk about . and the last . . . evan wasn't the best person at reading the situation and sometimes did things without thinking , spontaneous and often wrong timing but he went towards connor and wrapped his arms around him in a tight hug . several other things now popped in his mind on what might happen next . connor could push him away , things could get worse . or he'd let himself be held . evan didn't side with either , keeping his mind focused on only holding him , not caring if that was the right or wrong thing to do like he usually did . connor was hurting and this was all evan could think to do .
CONNOR:
   goddammit , couldnât evan get it ? !  connor wasnât  good  for evan , he thought he could , but he isnât  &  that was the fucking fact.  evan deserved better , couldnât he see that?!  thereâs a storm going inside his head , everything from telling himself that he NEEDED evan to leave  &  how connor was just better off being alone like he shouldâve in the first place.  knuckles grow white from his fist being curled  &  hand makes contact with the wall besides him.  god.  why was he fucking like this?  why did he have to lose control like this?  he knows heâs  terrifying  evan right now.  he knows evan hates his shouting.  connor was a monster  &  that was a fact.   â   CANâT YOU FU-FUCKING SEE ? !  THIS !  THIS IS THE FUCKING REASON WHY!  L-LOOK AT ME , IâM FUCKING SCREAMING AT YOU RIGHT NOW , FUCK JUST GO BEFORE I  REALLY  HURT YOU!   â   he shouldâve died.  he shouldâve fucking died when he took all those pills at the park during senior year.  god.  why canât he just â not be like this?
ââ ââ HE jumped at the sound , at seeing connor punch the wall . it drained all the colour from his face and he could feel the bile rise up to his throat from how terrified and anxious he was becoming . but with that came frustration . because connor didn't want to talk . they could talk this through , see common ground , fix things , but connor just kept screaming at him . and pushing him away . â th-then do it ! â he shot back , trying to make himself seem taller despite being on the edge of hyperventilating . evan took a step closer , forcing his feet to come closer and his eyes to meet connor's â i know you wont hurt me . i-i know you don't mean to , to scream or punch that wall . please , connor , t-talk to me . . . â
CONNOR:
EVAN.
   â   GET THE FU-FUCK  AWAY  FROM ME , HANSEN !   â   he didnât mean for this to happen.  he didnât mean to  push  evan away like this , ignoring him for the past couple of days , for being  distant  the past week.  he thought he was getting better , he didnât know what the fuck happened , but now everything was falling apart  &  connor was responsible for it.  the meds were  supposed  to work , it was supposed to make whatever this shithole of issues connor was dealing with better , so why wasnât he getting any fucking better?  he just wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for evan , he wanted to show evan that he was getting better , but instead he was ignoring his problems than dealing with it.  &  now , look where it got him , being a storm and destroying everything in his path once more.
   â   STOP FUCKING STANDING THERE  &  JUST FUCKING GO !   â
@brckenparts
ââ ââ EVAN was completely frozen, eyes wide and staring helplessly at connor. confused, conflicted... scared. he didn't know what was happening. he just wanted to know WHY. everything was going fine, they were fine, but now they aren't and he doesnt know WHY. whywhywhywhy -- his arms were wrapped around themselves, nails digging into skin in a weak attempt to ground himself. connor was shouting. connor knew evan hated shouting. he hated raised voices -- especially when they were directed at HIM. and he didn't even know WHY.
âNO!â he screamed, eyes tightly shut, shaking his head vigorously, âyou dont -- you don't get to be nice a-and then LEAVE me when you want to! either, either you TELL me why o-or you'll have to kick me out yourself. i'm not leaving!â
horrificsurvival:
âLies never help anyone,â Connor nodded. âEven white lies can become a deadly thorn.â
â- ââ âso i'll tell them. i-i'll tell them everything.â
horrificsurvival:
âItâs better this way,â Connor stated. âI donât want their hopes to be dashed by the fact that Iâm still the same guy I was.â
â- ââ HE shook his head, âno i... i was wrong. even if i thought it'd help, this is just giving them false hope. and giving you an even harder time.â
eliza:
âThen were is your place?â she asked with a concerned look on her face. Still, she knew the answer wasnât anything good.
â- ââ EVAN looked down, picking at the dirt under his nails, ânowhere...â his place was away from everyone. alone. he could never step into the sun and maybe that was his fault. maybe if he tried harder... but he was done trying. it all ended in failure anyway. he belonged nowhere and the sooner he accepted it the better.
â itâs not impossible. â ( hi !!! c: )
@lvstways || the greatest showman sentence starters || accepting
  â- âââyeah⌠j-just very, very hard.â
continuation from [x] with @grudginggreen
â- ââ EVANÂ wasn't one to speak up, much less to someone high up in the social ladder. but like all things, it just tumbled out. at this point he'd be stammering out an apology and leaving but his feet wouldn't move and instead he remained, eyes searching her expression in an uncharacteristic way for some form of truth.Â
âeven an actress relieves her role by the end of the day.â