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taoidi replied to your post: glee !

listen they did tina dirty always and jenna didnt deserve it shes a sweetheart and good writers would have written her character bETTER

it was the fake stutter that got me. i think its cause im disabled and having the luxury of faking it sounds atrocious.  that was s1 shit too so i feel no remorse. like how i can just erase basically everything post s4 bc i swear they were pulling off fanfiction but s1 was just pure glee. 

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&. * @taoidi liked this !!

          “ betty, most personal troubles can be fixed by asking yourself one of two questions... what would jackie kennedy do, and what would marilyn monroe do?? the right answer should be somewhere in the middle of those two. ”

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@taoidi​  :  cafune: (n.) the act of running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

       “  no, you don’t understand !  i have to see her ! ”

       the shock had worn off. chris’s police interview had been a blur. being stripped down and having every inch of his body examined and x-rayed had been a blur. his clothes had been collected for evidence, and he was now dressed in a hospital issued pair of scrubs. his skin burned from the chill that had set in from surviving the night, stained with pink blotches across his dry hands, neck, and face. 

       when the shock finally did wear off, panic mode set in. everything had felt like such a nightmare that he didn’t quite believe that ashley had made it out. he remembered them waiting in the snow as the lodge burned. he remembered helicopters hovering over. he knew ashley was there, but his brain was continuing to play tricks on him until he saw her for himself.

       he was finally able to see her once she was cleared, and he burst out of his room and into hers.    “  ash,  “  he exhaled with relief with he saw her, wrapping one arm around her and tangling his fingers in her red hair to keep her close to him.  “  you’re okay. god, you’re okay. thank god !  ”

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taoidi replied to your post: so um do i need to change my gabriella fc now or

dude is this abt the other day or did she say more bc i stg if she said smth else…

it’s about the dumb “lol they’re going to die anyways so i’m gonna go do what i want” rant from a couple of days ago

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     they were having to start from scratch, but   insurance money   was dragging its feet, and they had to bills to pay as a company. so, p.t. had set up a    giant tent    in one of the fields on the outskirts of town, and     the barnum circus    continued. it was the     first show back     after a few weeks of rehearsing to feel out the new space.

     anne was pulling   double duty  . when she wasn’t at the circus, she was helping get    phillip     back on his feet. burn injuries were nothing to mess with, and the possibility of     infection     was still something that terrified her. until his wounds closed, they weren’t out of the woods, despite his    stubbornness   .

     she finished the show and moved to her dressing area to change out of her costume and carefully place her    pink wig    on its mannequin head. she had been quick to stitch together as near of a    replica    as she could to replace the now   charred    original version of hers, and she had spent an   entire weekend    dying a wig that p.t. had plurged on to get it to its perfect shade of    bubblegum pink   .   it had taken an extra week just to get the   beet juice stains    off of her hands.

     she was tucking her shirt into her long skirt when she heard some shuffling behind her, looking in the mirror and seeing    phillip    standing there.

     “  you’re supposed to be at home, in bed,   ”   she scolded through a surprised exhale, turning to face him.     “   what are you doing here?   ”

in which @taoidi​ / @crlyla​ bring ya fave circus couple back

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@taoidi / semi-plotted starter !

Class was boring. Hay Lin had started doodling in her notebook due to her inability to keep an attention span for more than a period of nine minutes. Perhaps that was why she found herself writing down a message for Elyon, lazily sneaking over the slip of paper to her side where it said:

‘ What are you doing after school? ‘

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@taoidi​  :    [ 📱 — sms ]    you’re my best friend.

(   text  –––  addy  )   :     i know and i’m a lucky dude. (   text  –––  addy  )   :     you’re the real deal, addy. don’t let any of those idiots tell you otherwise.

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@taoidi​  :       [ 📱 — sms ] do you ever think about us? 

      tj exhaled a deep breath when he saw her name flash on his screen. even though she had been a blip in his story, one that he should write off as merely a mistake,    addy prentiss   stuck to him like glue. it was just in her nature. everybody loved her.  he was no exception, he supposed.

     but the freshly healed broken nose showed him that even if she and jake were done, it was a horrible idea to pursue this. would it be easier to lie to her? or maybe . . . just maybe . . . she needed someone right now. 

(  text  –––  addy prentiss  )  :     yeah. i do. (  text  –––  addy prentiss  )  :     i actually thought about it every time i sneezed the past few weeks lol (  text  –––  addy prentiss  )  :     but honestly? i’d get sucker punched again. as long as you’re alright.  (  text  –––  addy prentiss  )  :     are you alright? (  text  –––  addy prentiss  )  :     it’s okay to not have your shit together, you know.