the "it" girl

rp/ask blog for bonnie parker, from the musical BONNIE & CLYDE. semi-selective. penned by cait.

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And bring me home, at last

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musical theatre meme | 9/10 actresses | Laura Osnes

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{• lover boy; clyde

Clyde shook his head. “They don’t want nothin’ to do with us an’ what we do… You’re right, we’re jus tryin’ t o help, but just like evey other stinkin person in this damn country, they’ll starve before they’ll take care of themselves.” He scowled, but relaxed as she ran her thumb along his jaw before looking her in the eyes, sad and worried. “We’re gonna get caught, sugar. An’ they ain’t gonna let us get away… I don’t want nothin’ to happen to ya, an’ the longer this goes one, the more I realize.” He sighed, looking at her mournfully. “Bonnie, I’m gonna take ya home.” He looked away, taking her hand from his face and returning it to her side.

“The hell you are, Clyde.” She snapped, eyes darkening as she took a step back from him, her hand falling from his. “We’re gonna go down together, remember? Bonnie and Clyde to the end of the line.” She kept stepping back, not giving him the ground he wanted, only stopping when her back hit the wall. Shit. “You take me back, I’ll run right back to you Baby. You know that, right? Any time you try to get rid of me, I’ll just show right back up again, and I’ll make it that much harder for you to get rid of me the next time.”

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2018 edit meme: scenes/songs that describe who you are:

This World Will Remember Me - Bonnie & Clyde

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character aesthetics  - the femme fatale

The Femme Fatale is sexy and she knows it. She manipulates and confuses The Hero with her undeniable aura of sexiness and danger. He knows that she’s walking trouble and knows much more about the bad guys than he might or she should, but damn it if he can’t resist her feminine wiles. Did she do it? Do I care? Whatever her story is, whether she did it or not, she’s definitely keeping some secrets.

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Bonnie rolled her eyes, taking off the oven mitts and coming behind him, her arms wrapping around his chest. “I told you so, Baby.” She leaned her head against his back, a smile coming to her lips as she inhaled. He always smelled so good. “Just give ‘em a few more minutes, they’ll cool down pretty quick. Then we can frost ‘em and you can eat however many cookies you want. Deal?”

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{• lover boy:

Bonnie let out a huff of air and glared up at him, fingers drumming away angrily on her hips. “It’s not all about you, Clyde! There’s other poems in there; but last time I checked, you called my poetry stupid.” She cocked her head to the side, daring him to contradict her. “Now, give me my journal back.” When it wasn’t immediately returned to her hands, a smile came to her lips. But it wasn’t friendly––oh no. It was sinister. “Fine. Keep the stupid journal. See if I care.” She was a flurry of movement, dragging her suitcase out from under the bed and starting to fill it. If this didn’t get him to put down the book, she didn’t know what would.

Clyde looked at her with raised eyebrows as she smiled. Oh, damn, he’d done it now… “Bon, what are ya…” He paused confused when he saw the suitcase, but thrown into a panic when she started packing it. “Hey! Wait a second! Hang on here!” He tossed the book to her, looking slightly shell shocked. “Take tha dang thing!” When she didn’t stop putting thibgs in the suitcase, he walked ((see ran panickedly… Is that a word? *shrugs*)) over and pulled her away from the suitcase with a look of shock, disbelief, and slight pissed-off-ed-ness. “Wait a damn minute, Bonnie Parker! What tha hell?! It’s just a book! An’ I gave it back, besides!”

“You should’ve thought of that before you didn’t give it to me!” She yelled over her shoulder, the facade finally breaking when she saw his face. She had kept the smile off her face until he grabbed her, keeping her face turned from him under the pretense of packing her things.  She near doubled over in laughter, grin threatening to split her face in two. “You really believed me? Oh, Baby; you are so easy to trick!” She twirled away from him to pick up the book, climbing onto the bed as she thumbed through it. “You should’ve seen your face, you were so angry!” She laughed again, closing the book with a snap. Her tongue slid between her teeth as she giggled.

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@likeclarabo @yourexallxixneeded Merry Christmas, sugar…

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What is wrong with you? You could scare the hell out of somebody!

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‘Cause this is life with the craziness of, the reality of, the necessity of being madly in love with you.

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Tell Me You Love Me // Demi Lovato

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“Give it back! That journal ain’t yours,              is it?”

Her hands rest on her hips as she stares at them, eyebrow raising in challenge as it moves to dangle over                       her head. 

oh. it’s on.

 “I swear to God, I will tear you to shreds if you don’t give that back.”

“Oh, is that so, sugar?” Clyde teased, holding the book over her head with a smirk. “Maybe it ain’t mine, but it’s all about me, ain’t it? Don’t that make it KINDA mine?”

Bonnie let out a huff of air and glared up at him, fingers drumming away angrily on her hips. “It’s not all about you, Clyde! There’s other poems in there; but last time I checked, you called my poetry stupid.” She cocked her head to the side, daring him to contradict her. “Now, give me my journal back.” When it wasn’t immediately returned to her hands, a smile came to her lips. But it wasn’t friendly––oh no. It was sinister. “Fine. Keep the stupid journal. See if I care.” She was a flurry of movement, dragging her suitcase out from under the bed and starting to fill it. If this didn’t get him to put down the book, she didn’t know what would.