November72012

lionhearted ladies ➻ heather, american idiot ➻ “she packs her bags and says goodbye.”

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October52012

…one of the greatest things that has ever happened in my life, happened during idiot. The birth of my first baby, Will. Funny enough, we had the name “Will” picked out long before I played “Will”…but it was a coincidence that we were happy to live with. William was the very first “Idiot Baby” of the cast. I can’t wait to tell him that when he’s older

…one of the greatest things that has ever happened in my life, happened during idiot. The birth of my first baby, Will. Funny enough, we had the name “Will” picked out long before I played “Will”…but it was a coincidence that we were happy to live with. William was the very first “Idiot Baby” of the cast. I can’t wait to tell him that when he’s older

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October42012
July92012
April202012

morstanian:

idiot costumes | will (a tribute to the scott pilgrim shirt)

(Source: peggolson)

5PM

morstanian:

idiot costumes | heather/rock and roll girlfriend

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2AM

Sometimes Will didn’t know how he got so lucky. There wasn’t anything special about him, he knew that. It wasn’t even that he was being hard on himself, it was true. He was kind of an idiot, honestly, but he was her Idiot.
Heather worked late that night, even though she’d tried hard to get it off. It sucked, yeah, but Will was getting used to the way adulthood sucked sometimes. There were benefits, though. Like his daughter. She was asleep in her room right now, but he cherished the moments he got to spend with her. It was something else that been had given to him.
Everything was set out just right. Little dishes with little, pretty pieces of cake on their small table, over a tablecloth he’d laid out. There were candles, too. Tunny’s girl had suggested that one. See? Lucky. The biggest part of that luck, though, was going to be home any minute. The whole reason he thanked his stars every night. She’d given him everything.
When she came through the front door, Will was perched on the armrest of the couch, facing her. He chewed his lip, raising his eyebrows in question. Did I do good?
Heather took one slow look around the room, taking everything in, before her eyes landed on him again. And then she dropped everything in her arms and rushed into his long arms, kneeling on the cushion in front of him.
“Happy Anniversary, baby.”

Sometimes Will didn’t know how he got so lucky. There wasn’t anything special about him, he knew that. It wasn’t even that he was being hard on himself, it was true. He was kind of an idiot, honestly, but he was her Idiot.

Heather worked late that night, even though she’d tried hard to get it off. It sucked, yeah, but Will was getting used to the way adulthood sucked sometimes. There were benefits, though. Like his daughter. She was asleep in her room right now, but he cherished the moments he got to spend with her. It was something else that been had given to him.

Everything was set out just right. Little dishes with little, pretty pieces of cake on their small table, over a tablecloth he’d laid out. There were candles, too. Tunny’s girl had suggested that one. See? Lucky. The biggest part of that luck, though, was going to be home any minute. The whole reason he thanked his stars every night. She’d given him everything.

When she came through the front door, Will was perched on the armrest of the couch, facing her. He chewed his lip, raising his eyebrows in question. Did I do good?

Heather took one slow look around the room, taking everything in, before her eyes landed on him again. And then she dropped everything in her arms and rushed into his long arms, kneeling on the cushion in front of him.

“Happy Anniversary, baby.”

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April192012

morstanian:

The regrets are useless in my mind

(Source: peggolson)

9PM

American Idiot opened at the St. James Theatre on April 20, 2010.

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April182012
This photo: a necessity on this blog.

This photo: a necessity on this blog.

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