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nothing radiated more love from the twilight series for me than bella saying when charlie was about to walk her down the aisle "just don't let me fall, dad" and he said with the protectiveness only a father can have, "never"

#bethtalks #bethloves #beth likes twilight hehe #<3 #guilty pleasure ig #twilight saga #twilight #breaking dawn #bella swan #charlie swan

just watched Eclipse with my mom today, and I am not gonna lie, I LOVED the backstories. the Jasper and Maria love relating to Riley and Victoria, like you know she’s using him and doesn’t really love him through dramatic irony, but he thinks she does.

and Rosalie killing that dick fiancé of hers and his kiss-ass buddies- in a wedding dress, while leaving the ex for last so he knew she was coming- made me gain SO much respect for her. love both of these guys <3

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bro why tf you gotta be so C H A R M I N G

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imagine beetlejuice as your college bus driver

sorry I’ve just had this thought in my mind for a while and I need to rant about the romantic stinky musty crusty garbage man your shoulder violently collided with the metal wall of the bus. you winced, rubbing the newly forming bruise and glaring up at the driver through his front mirror. he grinned back at you, exposing a mouthful of grimy, uneven teeth. you glanced at your best friend, Lydia Deetz, from across the aisle. “tell him to stop,” you mouthed at her. “later,” she whispered back.

as the bus finally came to a stop in front of you and Lydia’s college, you stood up dizzily, holding your head. you attempted to steady yourself as you threw your bag over your shoulder and followed the other college attendees down the aisle, to the front of the bus.

you tried to step off the bus without him saying anything. but, to your extreme irritance, Beetlejuice snaked an arm around your waist, the leather of his jacket pressing against your back. he never once stood up from his seat, simply said, “come on, sweet cheeks. give ol’ Beej some sugar this morning.” you grimaced, trying to shove him off. “no. I’m never going to kiss you, you fuckin’ snot rag.” you stuck the middle finger up at him, continuing off the bus. all of a sudden, you were spun around violently, your body being pulled just inches from beetlejuice’s disgusting, moldy lips.

“oh, c’mere, gorgeous,” he rasped. “you never-“

a pale hand reached in front of you and slammed his head forcefully against the window. his hat flew off and fell to the bus floor at your feet.

Lydia smiled, stepping by you and calling, “fuck you, Beej!” as she exited the bus.

you let the other attendees of your college pass by you. once they were all off the bus and Beetlejuice had sat back up, glaring at Lydia’s disappearing figure, you grabbed his hat off the floor. you put it on his head, tilted the front down, and pressed your lips roughly against his. you smirked, watching his entire face grow red, eyes obscured by his hat.

“see ya this afternoon, handsome.” you whispered in his ear, sauntering down the stairs and off the bus.

Beetlejuice jumped up, wolf whistling at you before closing the bus doors and speeding away.

“and brush your teeth if I’m gonna kiss you again!” you called after the bus. he tasted like the mold that covered his body.

though, you guessed it was growing on you.

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Happy (theoretical) 265th birthday to our dear Eliza Hamilton.

She was born August 9th, 1757, and was buried at Trinity Church Cemetery along with her late older sister and husband, after outliving both of them. Throughout her life, she accomplished so many things that were not brought to light as they should have been.

-She, along with two women, founded the Orphan Asylum Society, which was New York City’s first private orphanage, just two years after Alexander Hamilton’s death

-She bore EIGHT fucking children.

-She helped her husband write speeches (including Washington’s farewell address).

She was overall a beautiful soul, inside and out. Even after her husband was killed, she stopped wasting time on tears and continued to live for 50 more years, something that was practically unheard of in her time. Finally, at the ripe old age of 97, on November 9th, 1854- three months after her recent birthday.

She was a powerful and strong woman. Notably, the most recognized accomplishment of hers was telling her husband’s story, as no one else knew him as well as she did.

She was brave, interviewed every single fucking soldier who fought by his side, loved Angelica- her sister and her best friend- until she breathed her last breath.

When her time was up, she had done more than enough. She passed on and joined her husband and sister in Trinity Church, along with the rest of her family in heaven.

She was so busy telling Alexander’s story that she forgot to tell her own-

But here the world is telling it and ensuring her legacy lives on forever.

Raise a glass to Elizabeth (Eliza) Hamilton (née Schuyler).