#aca-trash

[erikahenningsen]

Hi Tumblr User ErikaHenningsen, This Is Mayor Eric Adams. Could We Please Get More Of The Cagina FWB AU Thank You I Approve This Message.

Of course, Mr. Mayor!

[emilyjunk]

suggestion for bemily week: beca somehow transforms into a hamster

let this dieeeee

[erikahenningsen]

i'm here for the most controversial blog on tumblr

Nothing will top that time @chloebeale said he cooks eggs in the microwave and people were ready to charge him with murder

[erikahenningsen]

i'd kill a cis man for u

RACHEL I’d kill ten cishet men for you

[emilyjunk]

hunger games au part 4 bitch

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

the training center is of the same plush affluence beca encountered on the train, but more so. it sickens her, settling deep in her stomach and not feeling like it will disappear anytime soon.

their district victors flutter around her and jesse, giving advice and talking strategy for the upcoming week of training. beca listens with half an ear as they talk of potential alliances and ways to hide your true strength from the other tributes. she doesn’t really make friends easily back at home and now seems a funny time to start.

she spends the week moving from station to station, learning combat and survival techniques. mostly she watches the others.

there are a few that stick out to her. some very large tributes from districts 1 and 2. an obnoxious brute of a boy named bumper from 10, a snarky girl from 4. these are the ones to watch out for. 

a boy from 12, skinny and underfed, wide eyed and eager to learn everything he can from the training, seems to glom onto jesse after he makes a pointed retort at bumper when the oaf is caught laughing at the boy from 12.

jesse tells her one night back on their floor that the boy is named benji, and he’s very clever. “he doesn’t look like much, but i wouldn’t count him out,” jesse advises.

beca learns to tie knots, set traps, how to start a fire, throw a spear. 

she doesn’t show her true colors until the private session with the game makers, just as her mentors have told her. then she lets them have it.

thwap thwap thwap - the axes hit the human targets in quick succession. but that’s to be expected. everyone in district 7 is somewhat handy with an axe.

then beca climbs. there’s a rope’s course to the side of the chamber and she clambers up in a few easy bounds. she scuttles across the netted ceiling and huffs when she notices a few of the gamemakers are talking amongst themselves and not paying attention to her. one has a bright orange in his hand. beca’s only had an orange on two occasions and she can taste the tart juice in her mouth mixing with her annoyance that they’re not paying attention to her. she worms her way further across the ceiling until the net ends, then she swings herself to a metal beam over the banquet table. from there she drops down right behind the man with the orange and taps him on the shoulder.

he spins around in alarm, eyes widening when he sees her standing there, unsure how she got from the chamber floor and over the barrier between the tributes and the banquet area. 

“mind if i take this?” she says, raising an eyebrow. then she plucks the orange from his hand, scrambles onto the buffet table, and flips herself back onto the beam across the ceiling. she slides over it and carefully lands back in the training area. 

“you can be excused,” one of the gamemakers rasps out, but many are chuckling and teasing the one she stole the orange from. she waves and leaves the room, peeling the orange as she goes

she gets a 7 for her score. not great, but not bad. perfectly average. this is apparently to her advantage because she will remain unforgettable to the other tributes. not easy to pick off, but she won’t have an immediate target on her back either.

the interview takes place the next day, and after that, just one more sleep until the Games begin. beca’s trying not to think about it and is perhaps in some kind of denial, unable to feel anything but numbness at the thought of her imminent death.

the interview go as expected. everyone has a strategy. becas not sure what hers is. she’s not smiley, sexy, big, ferocious. she’s maybe a little clever, but she’s also not too talkative. hard to show your wit when you barely have it in you to open your mouth.

Caesar Flickerman has always been extremely adept at asking the right (or perhaps wrong) questions. “it’s been 28 years since district 7 has had a volunteer beca. tell us - what was going through your head at the time? was it the yearning for fame, the burning for glory? the desire to prove yourself?”

beca blinks at him. the nerve of these people. “no,” she says curtly. but jesse nudges her and she can feel his exasperation emanating off him in waves. she doesn’t want to be honest, doesn’t want to share this with anyone, but what choice does she have. “it was emily.”

the crowd gasps in time with Caesar. “the girl for whom you volunteered?” beca nods and Caesar’s hand makes his way to his chest. “is it love, beca?”

this strategy, focusing on the loved ones you’ve left behind and want nothing more to go back to, it’s used every games. there are always a few. but it’s not that often someone volunteers to save a loved one. it happens, sure, but it’s rare. 

“yes, it was love,” beca tells Caesar, and she isn’t lying. Is she in love with Emily? no. jesse was right. she doesn’t know her. but does she love her? she loves listening to her sing, loves watching her braid her hair in the summer sun, loves the feeling of home that inhabits her heart when she’s up in a tree and hearing the faint scribble of emily’s pen on paper coming from below as beca dozes off and on.

the crowd awws and beca does her best to look lovesick for the camera. it’s not that hard. she’s pretty sure she’s blushing.

overall, she’s pretty unremarkable compared to the giants from 1 and some of the others. even jesse charms the pants off the audience. but that’s okay, because beca decides being unremarkable has gotten her this far in life, maybe it will get her just a little bit further in the games, allow her the chance to run away from the thick of things and hide up a tree or something.

she doesn’t sleep that night. doesn’t think of the games or her father or her chances of surviving. she knows they’re slim. this could theoretically be her last night alive ever.

instead, she thinks of emily, the way the sunlight catches her hair. she thinks of the few times she’s heard emily’s laugh in the hallways at school. thinks of emily’s arms around her as she says goodbye. 

the hours pass and soon she’s being led to a hovercraft, landing at the arena, being prepped and styled for the games. and she doesn’t think of any of it. not her fear, not the games, not the other tributes. she breathes evenly, and steps onto the mine-surrounded platform, and lets emily’s song fill her heart as the platform rises from its spot, through the ceiling, and into the arena

[emilyjunk]

Do you think precious cinnamon roll Emily Junk could have a surprisingly possessive side when it comes to Beca? Like, everyone is surprised, including her 'cause she's never really felt so strongly about something/someone to actually be possessive/jealous.

emily definitely gets lowkey pouty when beca doesn’t give her special attention i feel like? 

like i wouldn’t say she gets ~possessive~ and jealous, like i think she is pretty secure about that but i think beca tends to treat her like any other friend sometimes and emily gets pouty because she wants beca to be a little more... coupley maybe

this obv just comes from beca’s complete inability to express herself like an emotionally mature person 

she’s just really awkward and so is emily but they’ve been dating for a while and beca gets excited about something and totally bro bumps emily and it’s super awkward and cringey because emily was probz going in for a hug or even a kiss and beca is like haha shoulder punch “it’s lit dude”

and emily is like :/ validate me

and beca’s like idk an emotion but i rly like you ha...ha... *facepalm*

and then emily is all “affirming words are my dominant love language beca!!!!!”

and beca’s like... tf is a love language????

and emily is like omg bec you enjoy quality time that’s your love language and beca is like uhhhh ok???? and emily tries to sit down and explain love languages to her

at the end of the day she’s basically just like “i want you to be comfortable and im cool with that but also sometimes i wanna feel more like your gf than your buddy...”

and becas like oh yeah ok i can do that and then they cuddle and becas like :) “emily i love your hair it’s so soft” and emily is like :D you did my love language!!!!!!

the end

[erikahenningsen]

Thank you Rachel ily

Nope. The only #confirmed couple at the end is Cady and Aaron, although Shane and Regina are implied.

Yeah, I think a lot of the ~popular musical~ fandoms are quite young which definitely contributes to the creepy behavior, but I have also seen fully grown adults doing this kind of stuff.

Their entire Instagram page lately has been incredibly cringeworthy and frankly concerning.

Yes she was. Barrett lives.

Gonna have to disagree with you here. One of the people who sent the Pusheen is someone I consider a friend so I can assure you that she is a normal person who just wants to express her appreciation for a favorite performer. I think gifts are not necessary, of course, but a nice gesture that actors really appreciate. I would be concerned if people were sending creepy things or extremely expensive things, but all of the gifts I’ve seen have been nice and normal. I’ve given a couple (very small) gifts to MG cast members myself. Plus a Pusheen costs like less than $20 it’s not really a big deal.

LOL thank you I love you too

THANKS VAL I LOVE YOU

Thank you so much to the people out there defending my honor. I wanted to comment on the posts so badly but I also really Did Not want my actual name attached to it. It’s also honestly so weird to me that people screenshot Tumblr posts and put them on Instagram like... just get a Tumblr account. Instagram is for thirst traps.

The official Heathers musical Instagram reposted this post which was a screenshot of an ask I answered poking fun at Heathers fans on 7/11 day. 

Yeah that about sums it up

[emilyjunk]

when you collab on pp hcs with others, do you guys talk about it over text? is there any chance we can maybe see screenshots of what those conversations look like bc I sense a lot of caps lock and key smashes

oh gosh… okay the main 4 people i collab on hcs with are @becamitchill @aca-trash @rosadiaznypd and @runningwithpadfoot and literally.. they’re all different but i asked them and they have agreed to let me post some screenshots for your viewing lmao

under the cut if you’re interested

with @becamitchill it’s literally always them just being like: angst and me being like: STOP with the crying emoji ahem

literally do you see this pain i endure??? please send ellen angst prompts so i dont have to suffer alone

and then there’s @rosadiaznypd and it’s basically us sending a post or pic of girls and being like “bemily” “yes” “junksen” “tru” sajfnewjgwrg

and there’s @runningwithpadfoot who is actually a serious help always bc she’s my egg

finally @aca-trash is sometimes helpful but mostly she’s just RIDICULOUS like the other night we were skyping and she was saying these ridiculous headcanons and i was like belly laughing for legit 20 minutes i love her sm

i love all these losers sm