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[brittany-snow]

[antisocialclimber]

“The script originally had Chloe [Brittany Snow] just taking out the cup. And I was like, ‘We definitely need to add a moment where I knock it out of her hand.’” - Anna Kendrick

[thtsmydick]

obduratc:

          ‘   oh, becs — you know i’m only kidding right ??   ’   there’s a lightness in her tone, accompanied by a winning smile.   ‘   the only thing to blame on your dna is how  tiny  you are. do you think your kids will be as short as you are or will it be something like genes from their dad who’s so tall you literally have to climb that like a tree ??   ’

          the kiss was  chaste .  sweet . entirely…  beca mitchell . something she’d always envisioned as  SPECIAL . not to say that what she shared with tom or chicago wasn’t…  noteworthy , but her and beca… they were  DIFFERENT . with her arms still around the other’s neck, she stood, pressed flush to the tiny brunette.   ‘   it could always be  gayer ,   ’   she spoke softly with a short giggle, doing  somewhat  well to hide her signature grin, a telltale sign of her giddiness. though  NOTHING  could take away from her smile in this moment — she  had  been imagining it like this for  forever , or what seemed like it, anyways.   ‘   — it could always use more  tongue , for example.   ’

a small brow raise at the comment,  lips twitching up into an   (  almost  )   unnoticeable smile.  well,  chloe,  she hasn’t exactly been picturing her future with an nba star.   ‘ have you ever seen that video of the train going through a super small tunnel? ’   okay,  not a  GREAT  image.   ‘ can’t say it’s in the foreseeable future for me. ’   thanks,  but no thanks.

she couldn’t really say she  ENJOYED  seeing chloe all giddy over other people  --  chicago mostly  --  but as it happened with  most  unfortunate scenarios of falling for your best friend,  she just wanted to see the redhead  HAPPY.  a happy chloe meant a happy beca  &  well,  a happy beca was a pretty rare sight for the most part.  so despite where whatever they were doing would end up,  this was already more than she was ever expecting to experience.  &  it was  so  nice.  a hand reaching up to brush stray hairs from the others face,  followed by a quiet snort of laughter at the comment.  nice.   ‘ to be fair,  i  DID  use my tongue first. ’

[thtsmydick]

colorblinds:

      ‘ SOME  cheap ass mall santa grabbed my ass  and  asked if i wanted t’see a  REAL  gift. ’    fetch,  she doesn’t wanna hear about this.  nobody does.    ‘ y’wanna see the gift i gave him?  it’s really pretty. ’

@thtsmydick  liked for a starter!

‘ yikes. ’   ...   ‘ uh  --  yeah?  i’m not like,  gonna experience any  bodily harm  though right?  ‘cause i don’t need the bad press of being beaten up. ’   also she’s  YET  to pull a taylor swift  &  get herself insured.

[brittany-snow]

Pitch Perfect 3 clip - Emily encourages the girls

[thtsmydick]

riotoused:

          AND,  OF COURSE,  she takes full offense to the words that fall from  BECA’S  lips.  ❛  what kind of a person do you take me for?!  ❜  she asks,  with furrowed brows and an even more prominent frown compared to minutes prior.  and she almost,  ALMOST,  forgets what she came to the brunette for in the first place.  but!  ❛  WELL.  ❜  she starts,  ❛  now that i think about it,  perhaps there’s a possiblity that i didn’t do a very bad bad,  but my heart did!  ❜  …  ❛  MY HEART IS CONFUSED, BECA!  it thinks…  ❜  brown orbs scan the room,  and she lowers her voice before continuing,  ❛  it thinks that my  BEST FRIEND is my boy… friend.  friend that is a boy.  that i like.  ❜

‘ i'm not letting that innocent front fool me.  what kind of person do you take  ME  for? ’   a rhetorical question,  riley.  don’t answer.   ‘ ah. ’   an understanding nod.   ‘ so your hearts the dick. ’   culprit,  beca.  no need for such  VULGAR  words.   ‘ you like your best friend? ’   ...   ‘ your  HEART  likes your best friend? ’   that’s better.  she’s not the  BEST  with girl talk,  especially not one about feelings considering her usual advice is to bottle it all until you explode,  not the best way to help her.   ‘ you don’t wanna like him?  --  is it ‘cause boys have cooties? ’   i’m sorry,  how old are you,  becs?   ‘ take it from someone with experience,  being in love with your best friend is...  messy. ’

[thtsmydick]

riotoused:

          ❛  BECA!  ❜  is said,  at the top of her little lungs,  in the same tone she says another someones,  a blonde someones,  name.  with a frown and her arms folded across her chest,  she slowly steps toward beca,  with her head hanging and her gaze on the ground.  ❛  I…  I DID A BAD!  I DID A VERY BAD BAD.  ❜

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‘ oh,  no. ’   there’s sarcasm,  like,  LOTS  of sarcasm in her tone.  a very bad bad...  a sentence that could only explain her  ENTIRE  college experience.  &  life experience thus far,  it’s fine,  whatever.  now,  she knows riley,  like,  enough  to know what the kid is capable of,  still,  taking this to a whole different route...  it was tempting.   ‘ are we talking  hiding a body  bad?  or like,  you didn’t eat all your lunch when there’s starving children in africa  bad? ’

[thtsmydick]

mistletoe (from daisy)

meme  ⇨  not accepting  ⇨  @colorblinds

okay,  not a fan of human contact when it’s a fellow  BELLA,  definitely  not a fan of human contact when it’s a stranger.  even if it was a  CUTE  stranger.  yikes.  but,  hey.  she’d been drinking   (  super duper into the christmas spirit,  you know!  )   &  maybe a intoxicated beca could do with a little lady lovin’ from time to time.  plus,  it wasn’t as if chloe   (  or hell,  even  AMY  )   was around to keep the little firecracker under control.   ‘ hey! ’   she may have  ALMOST  tripped over herself whilst trying to get the others attention,  but still,  she managed to beckon her over  without  spilling any of her drink.   ‘ i think… ’   a  small  hiccup as she looked up at the flora above.   ‘ we gotta kiss now,  hm? ’

[thtsmydick]

obduratc:

          ‘   well, if they’ve got some of your genes they won’t be needing your  words of wisdom , would they ??   ’   — she gaped at her friend,  t e n s e ,  for a second ; eyes wide, pursing her lips and holding her breath in shortly after; it wasn’t something she thought much about  anymore  but ever since alice mentioned that her breath reeked of  eggs  like all the time, she had actively been preventing a situation like that to happen…  ever again . thanks for bringing the thought back up, becs—— but any previous thoughts were lost when the brunette’s lips  ACTUALLY , unexpectedly and softly, met hers.

          — but only  for a second ; wide eyes now fluttered to a close, pursed lips had slightly parted, and tensed held-in breath turned into grasping for breaths, almost pulling away in surprise. and even under the guise of the mistletoe, was chloe expecting beca to  kiss  her ?? —— after  several  years of offhanded remarks, disregard of personal bubbles, and unabashed flirting, the answer should be  no, not at all . and yet, here they were ( not for the  right  reasons ) , in a scenario that could only be drawn from a dream.  her  dreams. and so chloe relaxed,  finally , into the other’s hold on her, allowing beca the lead.

‘ hey,  no need to go blaming my parents for my bad choices. ’   plus,  they haven’t  ALL  been bad choices,  chlo.  she did choose  YOU,  remember.   ‘ or my future grand-kids bad choices. ’   had to  DEFINITELY  add that fact in there.  okay,  but,  back to beca making bad choices?  she’s not the best with her words.  you should know this by now,  chloe.  it wasn’t an insult,  promise.  

the kiss was one that,  in her opinion,  was well over-due.  SEVEN  years over-due,  in fact.  maybe under a mistletoe because they  HAD  to,  wasn’t the right scenario for it to happen,  but what’s done is done  &  she really wasn’t regretting it at all.  one hand dropping from the others cheek to her side,  pulling them closer together.  if they’re in this deep,  may as well just go for it.  but  --  she let the kiss linger only for a few more moments before pulling away,  her forehead pressing against chloes   (  well,  as much against her forehead as her short-ass could  ).   ‘ that was like...  super  gay. ’   thank you,  moment ruiner.

[thtsmydick]

obduratc:

          ‘   we could know each other ‘til  you’re  all  wrinkly  and  old  and i’d  STILL  comment on it.   ’   chloe rolled her eyes playfully at the younger woman before settling back on intense, steely blues, sticking her tongue out briefly at the other. which  probably  wasn’t noticeable considering how she’d been inching closer and closer with each word.   ‘   y’know, i didn’t sense a lot of  CONFIDENCE  in there, becs — would you like to try that again ??   ’   she teased in hushed tones, her own arms draping lazily over the brunette’s shoulders. from the moment she could talk,  no one  who’s had the pleasure of meeting and getting to know chloe beale  regretted  it — she made  SURE  of it. her entire expression lit up at the laugh, no matter how it had originated.   ‘   oh, i  totes  am, but  me  showing  my  body in public isn’t what we’re discussing — it’s how  comfortable  are you with  YOURS ?? ——  you’re  the one i’d be demonstrating on, after all.   ’

she could practically hear amy in the back of her head making a joke about the red-heads lack of  SOUL  being the reason for a slow ageing process.  never too many ginger jokes with that one.   ‘ super.  can’t wait to teach the grandkids how to make poor life choices! ’   poor life choices is the only way she would even end up with grandchildren,  so it was quite fitting.   ‘ it’s hard to be  confident  when i can smell your breakfast. ’   ah,  yes.  definitely the others breath  &  not the fact she was  CLOSE  enough for her to smell it.  whatever helps you feel better,  beca.   ‘ jesus. ’   okay.  it was probably the only way she was going to win this fight,  why not try it.  hands found chloes face once again,  cupping it as she had previously,  barely needing to even lean in   (  considering their already extremely close proximity  )   to press her lips against the taller womans,  letting it just  LINGER  for a moment,  letting  her  take control of the situation. 

[thtsmydick]

obduratc:

          she gasped, feigning offense at the response with a  pout . this banter between them was nothing new —  in fact , it was something chloe looked forward to  every day . the lack of hands around her face allowed the redhead to move a little more freely though, and she used that to follow beca, leaning forward into her personal space once again.   ‘   uh huh, so who thought it’d be a  good  idea to  lick  my face ?? … and when have you ever  regretted  something involving  me ??   ’   the redhead hummed under her breath, a coy smirk forming from the cheery smile prior.   ‘   — h m , did i forget to mention how it’d be  slightly   inappropriate to do out in public ??   ’   … and knowing  her  ?? well then,   “  slightly  ”  was likely an  understatement .

‘ you've known me,  what?  five?  six years?  &  we’re still discussing my  don’t think,  just do  lifestyle. ’   but,  damn it,  chloe.  no need to call her out like that.   ‘ i...  have regretted heaps of things involving you. ’   there’s an  ATTEMPTED  matter-of-factly tone in that statement,  but she’s never been the best liar.  at least not to chloe.  she’s not entirely sure when it happened,  but her hands have found their way to sit  nicely  on the redheads waist,  attention darting between her eyes  &  lips   (  &  occasionally literally  ANYTHING  around them because,  god,   those  stupid  blue eyes suck her in every time.  )   a laugh,  one practically choked out,  unintentionally escaped at that comment,  not because she thought it was  FUNNY  per se...  she’s just awkward.  especially  when it came to flirting.  bare with her.   ‘ what happened to you being  super  comfortable with your body? ’   i don’t know,  beca.  maybe because it’s the  LAW.  just a thought.

[thtsmydick]

obduratc:

          — chloe  LOVES  christmas. wholeheartedly. that isn’t much of a surprise to anyone who knew the redhead and her enthusiasm for  everything , really. and keeping tradition was  definitely  part of that. she spins at sound of her name, which is immediately greeted by the sight of the short brunette, closing the distance between them — only to be followed by a  lick to her  cheek , of course. it’s safe to say that wasn’t where the older woman  thought  it was going but to be fair, it was  beca  they were talking about. foregoing any indication that the action bothered her, instead, a brow raises at the other and her gaze moves up to the ornament hanging just above.   ‘   ‘tis the season, indeed—— you know becs, there are   much better  uses for your  tongue ,   ’   she giggles and throws a wink at her friend, the smile on her face brightening in an instant.   ‘   — i could show you some of them, if you’d like.   ’

she could bullshit her enthusiasm for everything christmas if it meant keeping chloe happy.  the redhead being happy made her happy.  in a,  totally platonic,  nice vibes makes for a nice beca  kinda situation.  plus maybe it was just the fact she  CARED  about chloe,  but who knows for sure,  not beca.  a brow raised at the comment,  hands dropping from her cheeks to her shoulders as she leaned away slightly to look at the taller woman.   ‘ okay,  a?  sounds fake.  &  b?  this conversation?  totally not worth the taste of your make-up. ’   okay,  becs,  but that was your own fault.   ‘ i’m  totally  gonna regret this,  but... ’   a shrug of defeat as she drops her hands to her sides.   ‘ go for it. ’

[thtsmydick]

Fat Amy: What are you looking at?

Beca: [taking a Buzzfeed quiz to find out what holiday candle scent she is] Porn.

[thtsmydick]

Mistletoe ( ~ from chloe ofc )

meme  ⇨  accepting  ⇨  @obduratc

ah,  christmas.  the only time of year where beca could drown herself in the benefits of the holiday spirit.  themed drinks,  free gifts,  ugly sweaters  --  the absolute works.  this,  however,  did not mean she was into the whole decoration side of things.  yeah,  christmas lights were cute,  but the thrill of those wore off when she was like,  eleven.  not to mention the trees were an absolute bitch to take down when all the tinsel was tangled with each other.  the same feeling was directed towards the whole  mistletoe  tradition as well.  making two people  --  potentially strangers  --  kiss because of some greenery?  no,  thank you.  buuut…  for her favorite redhead?  she could make an exception.   ‘ hey,  chlo. ’   she doesn’t point out the leaves,  hands cup the redheads face before leaning in to  romantically  lick her cheek.  wow,  beca.  no wonder you’re such a keeper.   ‘ t’is the season! ’   &  finally  she points towards the decoration above them.  so romantic.