“I’m Being Forced To Go To A Poetry Reading By This Visiting Author I’ve Never Heard Of And I’m

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

(insp.)

the video of them white boys kissing

Need to make him feel enough 😔

i want art to crawl to me like he did with tashi and let me run my hands through his curls

i want him to let me hold his face. i wanna comfort him and hold him.

need him on his knees with his head in my lap so i can scritch his scalp and tell him he’s been good fr!

“oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up” and it’s a fictional character.

"Get out before I suffocate you with hairspray." - this totally made me think of a rebelcaptain Broadway AU :O also if you post on ao3, my username is starsniper :) psst congrats again and you're wonderful for doing these!

DID YOU JUST SAY BROADWAY AU. Really, though, you have no idea how happy mentioning “Broadway” makes me, little long giving me the excuse to write about it, so thanks for that excuse ;) Thank you so much for the prompt and for following :) 

So I just lovingly threw these two into my personal favorite Broadway ship-that-never-sailed: Les Mis’s Marius Pontmercy and Eponine Thenardier :) The opening lyrics are from “A Little Fall of Rain”, Cassian sings “A Heart Full of Love”, and Jyn finishes with “On My Own”! (And I’m completely biased, but I would suggest listening to them!)

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You’re here, that’s all I need to knowAnd you will keep me safeAnd you will keep me closeAnd rain will make the flowers grow.

“Jyn,five minutes.” One of the stage hands – Luke, maybe? He’d been there less thana week so Jyn wasn’t sure – pokes his head into her dressing room to give herthe warning.

“Thanks,darling,” she replies absently, dusting blush over her cheeks. Her makeupartist would likely flip, not in a good way, if she saw Jyn doing her own touchups, but Jyn likes the finished project to have her own touch and flair.Staring into the mirror, Jyn takes a deep breath to steady herself; she may bea veteran of the stage, but stage freight knows no limits.

“A heart full of love, a heart full of song,”a voice sings from the hallway. Jyn feels the tension in her shoulders drain asCassian Andor appeared in the doorway to her dressing room. “I’m doing everything all wrong.”

“Yes,my dear Marius, you are,” Jyn tsks athim, though a smile plays on her lips. “Because you should be singing thosewords to your precious Cossette. Eponine is far too lowly to capture yourfancy.”

“Ah,”Cassian walks into the room, stopping just behind her chair, his hands restingon her shoulders. “Then they should have chosen you to play Cossette, my love.”

“Tobe helpless in my love?” Jyn scoffs as she applied her final coat of neutralcolored lipstick. “I’d much rather die on the battlefield by your side thanstay away from the action.”

“ThenMarius is stupid. Such a woman clearly shines brighter.”

Theireyes meet in the mirror and Jyn cannot stop herself from getting lost in hisdeep brown eyes. The beard Cassian grows between productions has been shavedoff and his normally messy hair has been tamed with gel to transform CassianAndor, actor and singer and her beautiful lover, into Marius Pontmercy, astudent and revolutionary and her unrequited love. Jyn sees much more ofherself in Eponine – a girl raised in rags who dreams of an escape and a chanceat love – than Cassian in Marius, but he slips into the foreign skin so easily,the true mark of a great actor.

Shespins in her chair to face him, his face now centimeters from her own. “Notevery man can be as smart as you, my love.” Jyn can feel, more than see,Cassian’s answering smile as he presses a quick kiss to her freshly paintedlips.

“Two-minutewarning!” Another stage hand shouts from the hallway. “Places, everyone!”

Jyngives Cassian’s shoulder a quick shove. “Getout before I suffocate you with hairspray.”

“Yes,ma’am,” Cassian salutes, joining the rush of actors in the hallway heading onstage for the second act of their production of Les Miserables.

Witha quick flick of hairspray over her messy curls, Jyn follows them, singingunder her breath.

“All I see is him and me,forever and forever…”

I think people often hate Jason for reasons they should feel sorry for him

you hate because he's too perfect? he lives with pressure of everyone's expectations that he'll be perfect.

He has no personality? he was raised a child soldier, a tool for the gods and wasn't allowed to be his own person. despite that he did develop a personality and hera took it from him.

we don't know anything about him? he doesn't know anything about him.

He's not Percy Jackson? he's all too aware of that.

Cassian: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Jyn: Yeah.

Cassian: But do you know what else is beautiful?

Jyn *blushing*: What?

Cassian: Yo-

K-2SO: Me.

sally jackson. reblog if you agree.

That ain't an Eiffel tower. That's the leaning tower of pisa

THIS IS KILLING ME