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Did you ever get a feeling That a whole new world is waiting To bring happiness and friends To the brave girl who explores multimuse rp for exploithqs ft Cady Heron & Sophie Sheridan & Julia Trojan Adams

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There are days when I just want to be who I was

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Two weeks later, we spoke again. 

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I wouIdn’t have had it any other way. My God, Iook at what we’ve had. - Mamma Mia! (2008) dir. Phyllida Lloyd She had nobody, she didn’t even have anybody to tell. She wasn’t scared, I know that now. She knew that she could do it because she wasn’t alone, she had me. - Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) dir. Ol Parker

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make me choose: @diepvuong asked in my own little corner or love will come and find me again

        trouble is the more you deny, the more you don’t even try, the more the world passes by in a haze. soon you find you don’t even know how many years you let go, the chance is wasted in so many ways

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diiscotheque‌:

“that’s one of the great lakes, right ?” ariel asks, eyes squinting as she tries to pull confirmation from her own memory. her parents are both oceanographers, which meant open bodies of water were a big part of her childhood ; she had a lot of knowledge on them, even without the mermaid memories. “maybe it’s the hippie in me but i think everyone should live near water at least once. it’s just good for the soul,” ariel laughs, fully amused at how she’s sounding to even herself. “so growing up near a lake still sounds lovely !!” 

“more like one of the mediocre lakes,” julia laughed at her own terrible joke. not meaning to hate on her old home, but lake erie deserved a much different title than great lake in her opinion. “after living here, i can’t say i disagree, but i think the body of water greatly changes the experience. like, i’ve got a theory that if you’re from lake erie, you’re better than the average joe,” her voice seemed slightly sing-song for a moment, “because it’s so dreary all the time. meanwhile, here... you get to relax and it’s so much more chill. like i could start becoming a hippie myself!”

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diiscotheque‌:

dustin does his best to scowl at cady for laughing at his misfortune but he even he can’t hold off the smile that wants to break through on his face. he’s always been the kind of guy that enjoyed making other people laugh, even if it happened to be at his expense ( which, to be fair, it was most of the time ). “well, on top of being all business, i’m also all rude. so it’s pretty on brand for me,” he scoffs. dustin closes his eyes, mumbling numbers — as though he’s actually recounting. “survey says.. now you get three quarters of a point for questioning the system.” 

as if confused, cady scrunched her face as she tilted her head. “rude doesn’t mix well with business,” she said with a bit of a grin. “as someone who is all business, shouldn’t you be keeping your customer happy?” not that she knew anything about so-called business. she only absorbed the occasional business boy chatter from frat boys and freshman she tutored for business calc. “wow, what an improvement,” she playfully scoffed. “a 75% is passing is most books, so i guess i gotta settle, don’t i?”

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sophie had thought she knew most of her story. she caused some hi-jinks by invited some strangers to her wedding in hopes of finding her dad, that’s all. she didn’t imagine there was so much more. most importantly, sophie now remembered her mother was gone, and she had a newborn who was nowhere in sight. 

feeling more lost than ever, she wandered, looking for some familiar face ( sky, rosie, sam, anyone ) to no avail. she stopped her journey at the ferry terminal. sophie stared out onto the water, as if waiting for a mass of boats to come in with all her friends and family once again ( a sad fantasy at this point ) . briefly snapping out of her daze, she commented to whoever was within earshot, “i used to love when boats would come in, but... suddenly it’s lost its value.” 

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tuesday time, cady! what sort of things bring you envy? what often impairs your decision making process or clouds your judgment? what's the biggest lie you've ever told yourself?

“i get really envious of other people’s lives. like… just seeing people seem so effortless happy is really hard for me. i know, i know… people have unseen struggles. instagram and social media is all lies, including mine. i get that. really i do… but… god damn it. it really makes you wanna hate specific people. i should hate social media, but social media doesn’t have a face or personality, now does it?

“alcohol,” the answer came out with a bad laugh. “but that clouds everyone’s judgement, right? other than that… my own self gain. kinda. like, if i think doing something will get me more well liked or… make me seem more normal, i’ll kinda forget there are consequences. i’m not great with pros and cons. i just see the pros. it’s not until things severely backfire or someone points out the obvious that… i realize how badly i fucked up.

“i lie to myself a lot. i say i don’t have problems, or that my problems are insignificant, or that i am fully over some of my problems. but… the biggest lie i think i tell myself is.. that things are okay. that i’m doing the right thing, even if it feels wrong. that my logic isn’t flawed. or at least it’s the biggest one i continuously find myself looping back into.” 

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julia! what does music mean to you? how about expression? what do you think happens when people don't get the freedom to express themselves as needed? should there be any kind of censorship when it comes to that freedom?

“music means… a lot of things to me. i strongly believe that not all things, not all feelings can be expressed so simply through words. there’s something about music that really… that really makes you feel something. that can be really important to get the mood across. and isn’t that the importance of expression? to share a part of yourself? to release something? to have someone else feel what you feel, to some extend, so that they can better know you?

“i think it’s really hard if you haven’t found an outlet yet. or at least… some healthly form of expression. cause, you know, screaming into a pillow is still expressing something but… usually you need something more productive to… move on might not be the exact term, but to move forward at least. otherwise, things build up. the negative builds up. and it eats you and it eats you. sometimes, people just don’t think they have the time to express themselves. to find outlets. while i admit, finding the outlet may be difficult and take a lot of trial and error, and therefore time… i don’t think you need to spend hours daily on something. just… a few moments. just a small part of your day. just to release something. i think that adds up and is sometimes all someone really needs… 

“as for censorship, hm… i don’t think people should be limited in their expression. if you express yourself through naked sculptures, great. i love it. so long as you only positively effect yourself and others, it shouldn’t be limited. there’s no reason for that censorship. people shouldn’t be silenced. there’s a reason why controversy makes the most noise.”

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it's tuesday! would it hurt sophie more to find out that her child was reset years ago and has grown up without her or that her child hasn't been reset yet (and has been in darkness all this time) but she'll get to have him again as a newborn?

sophie, with her entire being, wants to raise her child. just thinking of them growing up without her ( and she not seeing the person they become ) kills her. if she ran into them, they would be nothing but a stranger to her. what a terrifying idea. however, maybe if they had a nice family… things could be okay, eventually.

however, being in darkness all these years is quite possibly worse. first, sophie would break down at the idea that her child was abandoned in pure darkness, left alone with no one. not even a pseudo family. just… alone. secondly, as much as she would want to raise them herself ( which, again, she wishes with her entire heart ) , she fears failing. previously, she had the support of so much family and friends. but… then she remembers what her mother did. and she’s almost in the exact same situation ( escaped to an island, single parent, running a hotel ) . so perhaps it would be all okay. 

tdlr: both break her hearts in different ways. while the latter pains her the most, she’d much prefer to raise her child then to encounter a stranger that is supposedly her child.

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wingleadcr‌:

primrose is startled, and her expression shows it. it’s not very often that someone willingly wants to join her for anything. “please do !” she answers, perhaps a bit too eagerly, her lips parting into that of a wide grin. “i would really enjoy the company, but only if you hold to that promise and forgive me, of course.” her smile turns a bit cheeky and she chuckles, moving a few of her note pages out of the way so that she isn’t occupying the entire table.

sophie chuckled at the other’s reaction. i was typical for new people to be suprised when she asked to join them, but few were as eager. “perfect!” she smiled as she took a seat. she only took out a journal and pens, taking up but a small corner of the table. “are these... your notes?” she motioned towards the papers. they didn’t make much sense to her, but still she was curious. “looks like some hard stuff.”

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idlebrained‌:

     ❝ it happens, ❞ elle shrugs. ❝ sometimes. ❞ yeah, to creepy dudes who don’t look anything like their tinder profile pictures. not to really pretty, seemingly nice girls. but she doesn’t think it’s the greatest idea to say that out loud. ❝ it gets awkward when they cry. ❞ elle’s nose crinkles at the memories of slurred emotional customers doing their damndest to make their problems, her problems. ❝ i mean, it’s not all bad. the chef who doesn’t burn everything is working tonight, so any food you get won’t suck. and you don’t have to share it. ❞ can you tell she doesn’t date often ? ‘cause the live streamers can. 

julia tilted her head with mild confusion. “people... have cried?” with some more thought, it didn’t seem too strange ( and the feeling to cry is always valid ) . perhaps the thought of something riding on a simple date or a meeting occurred to her. she pushed away the thought as she listened again. she glanced at the bar menu, tempted for a quick snack. however, she had no plans to stay for an extended time quite yet. “not that i usually mind sharing,” she hummed, “i’m rarely able to finish a big plate by myself. but i’m always happy with some starters. should i get... the sliders?” she smirked as she looked up again. “or is there something else that pairs better with a manhattan?” 

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Mamma Mia! (2008) dir. Phyllida Lloyd

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Vanessa Hudgens as Stacy De Novo in The Princess Switch (2018, dir. Michael Rohl)

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diiscotheque‌:

“you’re talking to someone whose heart lies in the ocean,” ariel points out with a soft grin. “and there’s nothing cozy about an ocean in winter, unless you’re cold blooded.” which she happens to be.. when she has a goddamn tail. “though i definitely don’t hate the prospect of fluffier clothes.”

“i suppose that could explain it.” julia had only assumed ariel had meant she grew up along the beach, or perhaps on a boat. little did she know. “i just had big ol’ lake eerie. which is definitely not cozy. ever,” she laughed. “but boy, does it make all this shine in comparison. but the dreariness makes the heart fonder. and the fluff cozier. ”

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diiscotheque‌:

“i don’t fuck around. i’m all business — all the time,” dustin explains. and its almost believable until he nearly spills his water bottle.. all over himself. but luckily he’s able to catch it at the last second with only one or three pieces of profanity. dustin listens to cady’s answer with mild horror until she mentions that it tastes like toothpaste. “i think you can get half a point for that one. for a moment there, you sounded like a mint chocolate chip apologist, but you got real towards the end there. it was close.” 

cady nodded along. “oh? yeah?” she chuckled, not believing him for a second. unless he was in some elite ice scream business, he was far from telling the truth. his obvious struggle that followed tickled her humor even more. she was so busy laughing that she barely caught his comment. “only half a point? that’s just rude,” she tried to maintain a serious face. it was hard not to crack a smile. “i deserve a whole point. there’s no half points in life.” she crossed her arms in defiance. “i demand a recount.“