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she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath

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it breaks my heart to have to do this, but i won’t be around for a while.

i can’t tell you how long i’ll be gone, unfortunately.

i just want you all to know that you’re wonderful, and i have never felt more welcomed in a fandom before. be true to yourself.. do things you want to do and do the things that bring you joy.. happiness. do the things that inspire you.

thank you for everything.

circus dad out

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“ share your dreams with me. “

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Phineas loved to travel. He’d had the opportunity to do so more often, and going to Europe was probably his favourite place to go. He’d gone to England, France, and when he was given the chance to go to Ireland how could the ringmaster say no? The hills and general scenery of the area was enough to take his breath away, and he was even able to come up with a few ideas for some new acts while the train clipped along, lulling him into a peaceful slumber of colourful dreams.

It’s here, right now, in the pub of his newest destination where he’s just witnessed something that very rarely (unless he brings his troupe around) happens in the pubs he frequents. A sing-along of sorts. A woman with the most brilliant red hair he’d ever seen, singing and swaying in her seat with others following along happily. Arms outstretched, beer mugs lifted high and spilling as they sang their hearts out.

It had Phineas grinning from ear to ear, his own arm up and beer sloshing out of the mug, despite not knowing the words. Well, he didn’t pay for the beer anyway… 

The man is leaning lazily against the bar top now; he feels at home, despite being the stranger in a foreign land. The woman’s comment has Phineas smiling again, hazels trained on her curiously as she makes herself comfortable. He’s not sure what prompts him to share his thoughts so openly with her, but he chalks it up to one thing; what has he got to lose?

“I always dreamed about greater things for me,” he admits, gulping his beer down easily. “I wanted riches, and fame, and the applause and adoration of… everyone. I wanted to prove them all wrong, show them that Phineas Taylor Barnum is not just the tailor’s boy. My background does not define me.” He’s passionate now, voice not exactly loud, but more stern in tone. “I dream of… traveling, with my circus. I dream of the awed expressions, on all walks of life. The old, the young. The upper class, the lower class. Our acts, our show… it’s for everyone. There isn’t a restriction on wonderment. On amazement. On curiosity.”

A sigh takes him, one hand lifting to run through his hair slowly in thought. “I’d like to personally invite you to one of my shows–” Ah, there he was. Back to business. “I’ll let you meet the entertainment. The animals, even! If you want. I can promise you an amazing show.”

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author: lostcap  /  poems used: x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x . x  * do not remove this credit , thank you.

❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

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you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

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okay but listen if u ever wanna start multiple threads with me don’t even ask because there’s a 900% chance i'ma cry and be hella happy that u even like interacting with me that much and probably tell u to tag me in as many threads as u want whenever u want always

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Phineas: I love you so much.

Charity: I love you too.

Phineas: This is real.

Charity: I know.

Phineas: You’re my wife.

Charity: I’m your wife.

Phineas: I married you in front of people.

Charity: You did. I was there.

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Goodnight to my wife fuck the rest of y'all

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okay, kiddos!

off to work with me! i have a couple more inbox memes to post later on tonight when i’m home ( but chances are i’ll be writing the responses in a notebook at work tonight if it’s slow at all ).

remember that you are loved, you are cherished, and you are so very very important. you are the only you, and you are unique and wonderful, and there is nobody else in the world that can be you.

circus dad out <3

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“ i drank champagne with kings and queens. “

THE GREATEST SHOWMAN LYRIC STARTERS [ accepting! ]

A grin parts his features, perhaps a little pompous and self-satisfied, but he can’t help it... he likes to showboat, and he likes to boast, about how he started as a penniless tailor’s boy and became a wealthy and famous man with his circus and oddities.

Motioning the bartender over, the ringmaster orders two beer, swiveling himself lazily toward the woman who spoke up before running a hand through his hair-- he’s always primping and preening himself, making himself look as presentable as possible. Especially to someone to had apparently had connections, and wouldn’t that just be ideal? To drink champagne with more royalty. To speak with more politicians, and get his name out further. 

Phineas gulps at his beer like it’s water when it’s passed to him, and he releases a satisfied exhale at the taste. Not quite whiskey, but if he wanted to get anywhere tonight in regards to making connections and furthering himself, he’d have to play his cards right. Getting drunk wasn’t in his agenda now, no. But he’d gladly play this woman into drinking, and drinking, and drinking until she assumed all his ideas were just BRILLIANT. 

It’d worked before in the past -- cough, cough, Phillip -- and he knew it could work again. Manipulation tended to be his strong streak, and though he wasn’t always a winner, he could manipulate his way into anyone’s mind subtly if he tried hard enough. At least... that’s what he assumed he could do.

“As have I,” Phineas is grinning again, wide like a Cheshire cat. “Though I would love if you could tell me more. I do love a good story, especially in regards to the high class.” Alright, so his tone was only slightly sarcastic. As wealthy as he was now, Phineas was still bitter about having been the lowest of the low once upon a time.

@thehangingbloodmoon

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“ a million dreams are keeping me awake. “ ( from trvpeze )

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Scrubbing a hand down his face, the ringmaster offers a lazy smile in response. A short clipped chuckle escapes him, tired eyes staring at the bar top as he listens. He’d heard those words before-- from his own mouth, no less. Though his dreams had all pretty well come true - got the girl, started the circus, money, fame . . . - there was an empty sort of hollowness to it all. Where did he go from here? What more was there to achieve? To accomplish?

And perhaps this was what he needed, tonight and from now on. Other people’s dreams to inspire him. He had what he wanted, everything he had ever wanted. Perhaps now, he could move forward in helping others achieve their dreams. However big, or however small.

Though tired himself, he could only assume that Anne was particularly more-so, what with his never really seeing her out so late, nor at the bar of all places having tracked him down. The man pours a shot, waving the bartender over to bring him another shot glass so he can pour some amber liquid into that one as well-- shove it over toward Anne quietly as he tilted his head back and gulped back his own.

“I used to lie awake in bed every night,” he finally admits, swiveling himself on the bar stool to face her directly, elbow bracing his weight on the bar top heavily. He’s not drunk, but he’s quickly approaching that level. “Visions just filling my head. A million things running through my mind, about... who I wanted to be, where I wanted to be. Who I wanted to share them with.” He smiles gently, posture almost visibly relaxing at the thought of Charity and his girls. “And now, look.” Phineas waves his hand nonchalantly at nothing, motioning to the idea of the circus and his troupe, smile widening.

“Dreams do come true, Anne.” The ringmaster pours himself another shot, motioning toward the woman with the near empty bottle as though to punch his point home. “Share yours with me. I found sharing my own helped motivate me to achieve them. Share your dreams with me, and I’ll help you in any way I can. Then, perhaps,” One more shot, just for good measure. “You can get some sleep.”

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choseher:

teasockschocolate:

PT, after The Other Side: Charity, this is Phillip. He followed me here. Can we keep him?

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starter call !!

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“ i’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars. “ ( *throws one back at ya* lol. from anne :D )

THE GREATEST SHOWMAN LYRIC STARTERS [ accepting! ]

The look of concern on the man’s features was enough to indicate that he didn’t like hearing what he was hearing– though he could understand, to a degree. Perhaps he hadn’t shared the same hardships Anne did. Perhaps he would never truly understand what the woman and her brother had gone through all their lives, but he did understand hardship, and he did understand their feelings of shame.

Phineas shakes his head wildly, a grin cracking his otherwise worried expression, though the smile was one of reassurance and adoration. Not one of mockery. He crouches down on one knee, the other propped upright with an elbow bracing his weight so he can be more at eye level with the woman… even if she was quite a lot taller than him now, seated in the stands with chin tipped back and eyes averted in a stubbornness. 

That was partly the reason he loved this woman so much. She was sassy, and stubborn, and a bit of a fool but in all the right ways. Yes, of course her flame had been dulled and blown out in the public eye – even now, despite the success of the circus – but when he watched her on stage, up in the air and in her element, why… that flame absolutely BLAZED and she was a phoenix each night. Coming alive again and again. Breaking through the ashes that confined her, to renew herself and shine bright.

“Anne,” he offers gently, head tilted as he tries to capture her gaze. “Whether metaphorical scars or not, your body is a canvas, waiting patiently to be painted. Your scars are works of art - a reminder that you have gotten this far, and fought, and persevered, and you have won all these battles and you will continue to do so. Because you are strong. You are beautiful. You are unique and daring, and I am so proud and honored to have met you.”

Phineas reaches out tentatively, holding his hand palm up in silent suggestion that she place her hand in his own. If she does, he reaches forward with his other hand to smooth his palm over the soft flesh of her forearm. “Wear your scars as badges. You’re a decorated soldier, and you will win this war within you.”

@awishurheartmakes

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Phil: Phin, I swear to God–

Phineas: Wait, shall I get a step stool so you can look me in the eyes when you threaten me?

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                          Am I  BRAVE  enough?                                                              Am I  STRONG  enough?                               To follow the desire that burns from within                           To push away my fear, to stand where I’m afraid

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