#beca-mitchell

[loveisbraveandwild]

happy fathers day to taylor swift, our father

taylor swift: father, mother, holy spirit

[cheapthrillsbeca]

some plot notes for the final chapt of actor au 😂

[brittany-snow]

The picture of Kendrick, Snow & Chrissie taken at Kendricks house was definitely self taken, more than likely on a timer. There’s no way a professional cinematographer would’ve taken a photo that looked that haphazard when you consider all the epic shots he took of Kendrick for Vogue in for that article they did following her around NYC on A Simple Favour Press and for other events.

Yeah I dunno I think the other Anons are right and Kendrick and Ben have called it time. They were together 6-7 years and it never felt like their relationship was growing towards anything more than what it was.

It probably hasn’t helped that Ben’s career has really taken off the last 2-3 years and he is away a lot more than he used to be. That coupled with how much Anna works and is often away filming it’s probably made it really difficult for them to find balance.

Plus Kendricks been spending a lot of time with the Pitch Perfect girls lately, similar to how Camp did after her separation from Skylar, and has been way more social than her normal homebody self.

Whatever the case may be, if they did break up, I hope it was amicable and a mere case of two people simply growing up and growing apart and that they’re still friendly.

And I sincerely hope that whatever is or isn’t going on, Kendrick is happy and thriving, she deserves it 😁

And so do you my dear. Let the haters hate, it’s all of they’ve got to hold on to. Congrats on passing the bar and wishing you every success in whatever your future endeavours may be☺️

I think this was meant for you Theresa @beca-mitchell

[hrmdream]

7 Days of Pitch Perfect - Day 1 (Colors)

Hi @beca-mitchell​ . Thanks for this fun idea. Please accept my bulls**t.

Summary: Beca and her appreciation for colors in Pitch Perfect 3. Rating: M (for language) Word count: 989 This is not beta’d. I 100% word vomitted. I’m sorry if it is very very bad. Story beneath the cut.

Years ago, Beca would tell you she never much cared for colors. Her palette was shades of mainly black and blue, though never outright either. Give her those colors, mute them, dim them, mix a dash of grey -remix this color business, if you will- and then you were speaking Beca’s language.

These days, her taste has changed. Her appetite for colors has grown. Beca will taste the fucking rainbow, because no longer are vibrant, warm, heavily saturated colors threatening to blind her by merely crossing her field of vision. In fact, they captivate her. They draw Beca in. Depending on their form, they can pull an easy smile or cause her heart to pound. Stutter. Stop.

And on the beautiful southern coast of France, under the heat of a sun sitting high in the sky without a single cloud for company, the colors of the rainbow had never looked as stunning as they do here.

Red. 

Beca believes red has never looked so good. She has never seen Chloe’s hair shine so brightly. 

New York City’s color scheme is a drab backdrop, allowing Chloe and her eye-catching hair to undeniably be a focus, but here, even among the lively colors painting the Cote D’azur, Chloe’s hair color is a rarity amongst a landscape filled with natural beauty. 

If Beca were an artist, she would draw a head of ginger hair easily discernible in a crowded antique street market. She would color red curls gently blowing beside the endless expanse of a clear blue shoreline. She would highlight fiery long waves accented by rays of a warm sun. 

(She would also make sure to paint cherry lips popping against sun-kissed and freckled skin.)

Orange. 

Beca swears everything in Nice, France naturally glows. The streets, the people, the buildings. Everything is a happy byproduct of large volumes of soaked sun, because no matter the time of day, she is sure to find something tinted with a hue of orange. A hue of liveliness.

Right now it happens to be a post-explosion ship, smokey and orange, glowing before a dark sky. But there is also Chloe. Huddled in a wool blanket, her face delicately subdued, Beca also sees Chloe glow. Beca has seen Chloe before, but right now there is an aura of orange radiating around her.

Beca marks the image in her mind. Chloe -alive, breathing, calm- glows orange.

Yellow.

Beca feels like DJ Khaled’s team took debuting her as a new star a little too literally. 

The jacket they gave her is more than yellow. It is gold. It shines, and it sparkles. And the decorative threading of the skirt hugging her waist is just as golden, shining and sparkling. 

Beca is certain if someone vaulted her out of a cannon, she could easily be mistaken for a shooting star, because really… there is so much yellow. So much gold.

With the spotlight shining down on her as she stands in the middle of the stage, Beca briefly wonders if yellow is even her color, but then Chloe is smiling up at her, and Beca smiles back, and damn the swelling in her chest is reminding her of another time. 

Another time when Beca sits on a stage. 

Another time when Chloe smiles enthrallingly.

Another time when yellow is a part of her performance.

And huh. Beca guesses yellow makes sense. Especially when the way Chloe is looking at her now makes her feel like gold.

Green.

Green is not really a color that pops on Beca’s radar. 

Even if most of the natural world is green, Beca is something of a hermit, mostly staying inside and working in front of a mixing board or laptop, so green is not a color she sees on the regular. 

Outside of Barden and graduation, green really means nothing to her. 

Before right now. 

Because right now, green is all Beca sees. Green is all she feels. 

Chloe is kissing Chicago, and damn Beca wishes she did not need to experience this moment to understand why the jealousy monster is green. 

She is swirling with envy and a little bit of anger, because really? Chicago is kissing a girl like Chloe and that’s all he can manage? 

Beca wants to throw down. She feels almost hulk-ish. If this were a comic book, the next few frames would show you Beca’s skin turning green and her clothes beginning to shred. She is fueled by envy. She is channeling green-monster friends. 

Maybe that’s why her feet are suddenly striding forward.

Blue.

Blue is the last thing Beca sees. Right before she closes her eyes, right before lips come crashing into hers, Beca is once more captured by bright, brilliant blue. 

It is Beca’s favorite color. Beca’s favorite shade.’

Almost all of Beca’s favorite memories feature this specific blue. And this moment is no exception - surely going to top the list - because this blue is Chloe blue.

It is a blue that encourages Beca to smile, sends her off to dream, steals her breath away,  and makes her feel seen. 

No other blue makes Beca feel enamored quite like this blue.

This blue is one of a kind.

This blue is unique.

This blue, Beca hopes, will be hers to keep.

(Based on the way Chloe is trying to lift Beca’s leg up to wrap around her waist, Beca thinks Chloe might just let her.)

Indigo...

To be honest, Beca has no idea how to differentiate indigo and violet. Also, she’s a little too preoccupied to care. 

If you must know though, the glimpses she caught of the carpet in the hotel hallway leading up to her hotel room might have some indigo. Beca’s not entirely sure. 

And the painting of the flower right above her bed could be violet, but she’ll get back to you tomorrow. 

Not like she owes you an explanation, but Beca has a lot of Chloe to explore, and she is going to be making use of more than just her sense of sight to do it.

[disastercomingfaster]

Hey @sorry-i-ship-drarry , I see you and you’re my pal. I just wanted you to know that, you are the best.

Also, @beca-mitchell I see you as kinda a tumblr celeb so I get all happy when you contact me just a fun fact

Honestly, all of my mutuals just rock!

[inversetwilight]

🐞

🐞Are you afraid of insects? And if so, which ones?

I'm kind of afraid of them. I'm mostly afraid of bees, wasps and hornets because many stings at once can kill you. I also got stung a lot when I was a child. And I watched My Girl when I was a child lol

[bobby-lynnes-bra]

caption this

making a gay joke with your straight friends

(jk they’re all gay. Jesse was murdered and Chicago drowned in his own tears bc he has gross lips.)

[melissa-benoists]

your tags on the last reblog...you're so right. at least, i think so. it def all comes down to self-worth and how you feel about yourself. and sometimes it really isn't on the other person to make *you* feel better about yourself when they love you and care that much about you and have shown you in the best way that they can.

LITERALLY THO.... okay so i was gonna rant in a separate post but i’ll do it here. i get where people are coming from when they’re like “oh i thought i was special but this person actually treats everyone that way” because i’ve thought that too, a lot, but also i feel like that’s so pessimistic? first of all, wouldn’t it be a good thing if people are like that because that would mean they’re a good person lmao. 

but more importantly, just because they treat everyone like that doesn’t mean you aren’t special. id like to think that if you’re close to someone, meaning you’re probably friends at the very least, then you are special to them, but in your own way. maybe they don’t show it but you do mean something to them. like... your friendships with all your friends aren’t exactly the same. they vary based on who you are and who they are and the amount of time you’ve known each other and because of that you are special to that person in your OWN way. 

i just think this way of thinking is so harmful to your self-image because if you Think you’re not special to someone it will lead to you thinking bad about yourself. maybe it won’t, maybe your self-worth won’t be hurt by something like this but i think these thoughts can immediately go to “i’m not good enough” and that like... sucks... because no one should have to feel like that and because, as you said, why should it be Their duty to make you feel better about yourself. it’s really hard to not think like this because self-worth is really hard, but i just feel like it’s more beneficial for everyone to not think of it as “i’m not special” but to think of it as “i’m special to them in my own way”