Doesn’t anybody think that I hear?
—Carrie: the Musical at the Beck Center for the arts
[photo credit: Ben Meadors Photography]
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Doesn’t anybody think that I hear?
—Carrie: the Musical at the Beck Center for the arts
[photo credit: Ben Meadors Photography]
[ i sang over on my veronica blog so here's me on my sue blog, singing the first and last parts of the world according to chris ]
grief is like the ocean. deep && dark. and bigger than all of us.
indie mycroft holmes bbc - granada - ritchie cbs - a.c.d. - available. ♔—info;; born into great wealth and gifted with an intellect to surpass all mankind he grew up disconnected and emotionally stunted by his brilliance, looking to find something that he could both excel at and maintain easily after completing his third P.H.D. Mycroft found himself in the MI6 at 23, and made an invaluable position for himself as the nations information supercomputer, or rather the British Government, and mind behind the Queen. Manipulative, dark, and rarely able to drum up compassion he is Big Brother; always watching.
♔—etc;; ships chemistry && mun ships mylock, johncroft, morcroft, adcroft, & mollcroft under the right chemistry / conditions. → muse is unkind ← mun is not, ( both of legal age ) adores role playing with animated face claims and original characters as well as crossovers. formats with small text && icons. (art credit) tags all triggers, ships, nsfw posts, and characters reblogs. this blog is not image heavy!!
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"— and you get your way. "
Still very much asleep.
"...psssst." A gentle hand pokes carefully at the boy's shoulder, brows wrinkled just slightly. His back is going to be hurting if he sleeps in that chair for much longer.
Carrie: the Musical at the University of Cincinnati CCM
[photo credit: Mark Lyons, via CCM Official Site]
Liam never meant to fall asleep in the library.
...should she wake him up? Sue's pretty sure that chair's gotta be really uncomfortable.
welaughedather
" So, she just went psycho on you? Like, how bad? Did you piss your self bad, or was it just a little freaky? “
"...All of the students inside died, so. It was—...it was bad."
[ anyone want a starter?? ]
Gabriella Wilde as Jade Butterfield in Endless Love.
—{ and at that very moment…
everything { s h a t t e r e d }
❝i couldn’t tell you whether or not they should, being an outsider and all. but if you know the truth, then that’s what you should go by. the truth is more important than anything else.❞
( careful, elle —-nobody asked you for advice. her heart;s in the right place, of course, but her mind sometimes leads her to doing things that get her into trouble. ——-despite her generally cold demeanour, there’s a look of compassion on her face as she walks with the girl, eyes shifting from the way in front to the blonde’s features. )
"———...what if the truth isn't as simple as everyone thinks, though?" She really shouldn't be going down this avenue with someone. Especially a reporter. What a story it would make, Lone Student Survivor of Ewen Highschool Incident Driven Mad. She should really stop talking about it, but once it starts it's a bit hard to bite back on. "What if it's not even her fault? I mean. Not really her fault. Tom— Tommy wasn't her fault at all, you know? She didn't...." Another shrug as she again bites down on her lower lip, arms crossing over her stomach as the cemetery appears in her line of vision. A sigh slides past pink lips. "She didn't start it."
❝no —-i dont mind at all.❞
( the look on the girl’s face has elle thinking this might not have been the best idea —-approaching her, asking questions, probably hacking up a lot of upsetting shit. but she’s come this far ;; there’s not really any turning back, now. ——-at sue’s comment, the brunette’s face falls ever so slightly. but she makes it a point not to look t o o affected. —-the stoicism of a journalist. )
❝…that’s awful. —-do you mind telling me who they are?❞
"I— I'm not sure. Probably one of the...one of the parents, maybe? Or just anyone. They all just. Just hate her for it. I don't know. Maybe they should." Teeth bite hard at her lower lip for a moment, thinking of who could have done it. After a second she gives a small shrug and starts to lead the woman down the street. She doesn't want to think of any of the people she's known since before she can remember doing something like that, smearing red paint across white stone. Maybe Sue should hate Carrie, too, for what she did, but mostly she hates herself. For not fixing it sooner. For not doing it differently. For not getting to the gym earlier, for not stopping Chris, for not convincing Ms. Desjardin that she was helping, for messing everything up so much. All of her friends are dead, and it's all her fault.
αяє тнєяє αиу {{ hαppч єndíngs ? }}
[ I don't think anyone understands how much I ship Carrie/Tommy/Sue tho ]