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And Helen loves it because now she gets to say ‘stop fingering my hole’ in public and get away with being totally innocent on a technicality

Madeline wanted Helen so bad she shot a hole right through her just so it would be sociably acceptable for her to finger Hel in front of other people

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Bec Hel really never stopped thinking about her until the only option left was ‘eliminate her’ and even that did not work

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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They absolutely do sleep on the bed. And Mad loves this untilll she wants Hel all to herself and then she has shoo them all away..

Helen being a cat lover who cries at SPCA commercials is genuinely the cutest thing ever like helen sharp u have my whole heart. I know in my soul that madeline finds it adorable when helen sniffles on the couch while the ads come on

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Megan Hilty at the premiere of Smash in 2012

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Everyone needs a sicko to bounce ideas off of. It's necessary to survive any fandom ever.

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I can't with this women 🥵 jfc

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Barbara Howard knew three things: Jesus was her savior; teaching was her calling; and Melissa Schemmenti would be her downfall.

Barbara Howard knew three things: Jesus was her savior; teaching was her calling; and Melissa Schemmenti would be her downfall.

She should clarify: she means that last statement literally. As in, she’s worried that—in her present state—she might fall down. This is because Melissa has just entered the gym in an emerald, floor length dress that catches the light so spectacularly that Barbara feels as if she should pay each of the decoration committee’s college tuitions personally.

An hour ago, she’d rolled excuses around in her mind; texts to Melissa that all started with the equivalent of I’m not ready yet. It’s her first time chaperoning a school event post-husband, and although she and Melissa had agreed to wait to go public, she can’t help but feel like each colleague in attendance somehow knows what she’s trying to hide.

Melissa finally spots her, smile barely contained as she all but floats to where Barbara stands on shaky knees. “Hiya, handsome,” she greets over the noise. This is in reference to the blazer Barbara wears; the same one that Melissa had chosen from her closet the evening before, pantsless and hair askew before their shared shower.

It strikes Barbara, suddenly, that every version of this woman is now completely hers. The Melissa that stands in front of her, ethereal and poised, is the same Melissa who just last night had sung a very heartfelt cover of Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car into a shampoo bottle.

This is the woman that gets into fist fights every other weekend; the one that puts her cold toes on Barbara’s calves under the bed sheets, laughing when she curses into the darkness; the one that pays for the lunches of the kids who wouldn’t be able to eat otherwise. There are no private and public personas anymore. They are simply themselves.

The epiphany is life-altering, axis-tilting: There is nothing to hide. The realization is a cold glass of water after a long day in the garden, loosening the tightness in her chest, and Melissa looks at her with head tilted as if she’s somehow heard each word of her internal monologue.

Melissa's voice is soft, patient. “There she is.” On the dance floor, the kids dance to a song Barbara pretends is something by Roberta Flack. “You need a break? I got a backseat that hasn’t seen much action since the 80′s.”

Barbara chuckles; a deep, throaty thing typically reserved for pillow talk and late-night television. Melissa's eyes flutter at the sound of it, similarly shocked that it’s making an appearance outside of their shared sanctuary. Barbara reaches a hand toward her, palm outstretched.

“Lead the way.”

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missing them

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If we’re being honest Mad would probably enjoy it..

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this is how tell me ernest went, right ?

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The lavender marriage Madeline deserved

i’d rather have them than mad with ernest tbh LOLLL

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She such a loser and Helen loves that about her

wait bc "that was her first razzie award" implies that madeline has won MULTIPLE razzies for her movies i. actually love her so much.

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it kills me how desperate glinda is for elphie's approval she so badly wants elphie to think she's cool and good like gurl get up

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She’s a complicated women

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You did not just put these words on my dash-

But yes in a way they were both living their lives for others—Hel ruled by her anxiety and Mad constantly preforming—it’s not until everything is different and they only have each other that they can lead lives worth living

thinking about a thing I saw recently where anxiety almost acts as a pre-death in that you don't allow yourself to live and how helen sharp was dead before she was ever alive and the thing to ressurect her wasn't a potion or a book deal but madeline putting a hand on hers and promising to be there forever

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that damn smirk 😏 — helen sharp, i know what you are 🫵🏽