@pleasedontsing / pleasedontsing.tumblr.com
@lunarcurse gets one bc binch write with me
“ your tie is crooked ...” she reaches out to tug at the silky fabric , pursing her lips as she smoothes her hands down his jacket . “ you must be going somewhere special if you’re all dressed up like this . big plans tonight ?”
iimchuckbass // chuck bass
“what are you doing here, blondie? aren’t you a little too conservative for a place like this? let me guess. first time in the city and you’ve stumbled into the wrong bar? or are you just DIRTIER than you look?” / @pleasedontsing
oh no , another one of THOSE . she makes no effort to hide the roll of her eyes . “ do you make a habit of talking to women like that or is it an OFF-DAY for you ? ”
@sondered ❤’d for a starter
she’s been sitting on a stool in the loft’s kitchen for a while now , reading an article on her phone & quietly sipping coffee she had helped herself to ( she’s sure santana won’t mind ) . quinn doesn’t ponder on what santana’s reaction to her unannounced visit would be , but she can only hope its good -- she wasn’t in the mood for a verbal confrontation today . so when she hears the door opening , she doesn’t turn around , instead keeps her gaze fixated on her phone , taking a sip of her americano & addresses santana from the kitchen . “ you always did know how to pick a mean brand of coffee ...”
@apexhe ❤’d for a starter
a constant source of vexation , especially after lakewood’s gruesome murders began , leaving quinn persistently panicked & in constant wonder about her safety ( her mom’s safety ) , & the fate of her peers . tragedy liked to follow her wherever she went , though realistically , she’s aware this calamity had nothing to do with her re-arrival to the eerie town . even lakewood high’s hallway had a sinister quality , navigating the red tinted lockers after an impromptu visit to the counselor’s office . she told very few about her struggles , but ultimately , quinn was attempting to change her behavior , forbidding herself to bottle her problems & let them overwhelm her . she would not commit the same mistakes she did in lima .
its her desire to hold off on returning to her english class though , that allows her to witness jake ducking into an empty classroom ( didn’t he have math at this hour ? ) . curiosity makes her follow , eyebrows creasing together as she wonders what he could be up to ; he’s been acting strange , though not particularly out of character , but when she quietly opens the door after he disappears behind it & sees the little bag of white powder , a sickening line on the teacher’s desk , & a ghostly look on jake’s face , quinn’s inquisitiveness turns into unsettled anger . next thing she knows , she’s snatching the bag from jake’s hand with gritted teeth . “ what the hell do you think you’re DOING , jake ? are you out of your MIND ? ”
i don’t have any self control so hit the heart for a starter
rp is using big words in a para, pausing, opening a new tab, and googling said word because even though you know the big word, you don’t wanna look like a fucking idiot.
she wasn’t wrong you were always the one to hope for a better day for others more than yourself , you didn’t need HAPPINESS if it meant someone else got it instead . ‘ that isn’t the point ’
“ i’m sorry , scott . if i could take it back , i would , but i can’t -- all i can do is apologize .” & allow guilt to eat at her insides , slow burning & torturous . scott mccall deserved better than her selfishness .
oh look, another meme - [2/15 female characters] - Quinn Fabray
endingchanged // emma duval
❝ For you ? Of course. ❞
“ i was wondering what you’re doing this weekend ; my parents are going out of town & i could really use some company ”.
lightcreators // sam winchester
“ According to my pain scale your prognosis is verifiable ” It was a teasing sentence ; not coming from a hunter who almost risked harder than some wounds ; it came from a young man who wanted to reassure. In the same occasion to eliminate any pain he might feel. A couple of years earlier, it wasn’t a big deal on itself — he could call for help, feel no anxiety in front of the white walls of hospitals. Now Bobby was reliable and was the first person to inform ; he wouldn’t probably going near a doctor for the last decade. An almost liberated smile appeared on his face. “ My brother is more inclined to generate a fight in a bar than me —an unwanted fight. I fell at the wrong time. ”
“ & i apparently have a future as a medical practitioner ...” she masks her worry with a humorous dab at his attempt to break the tension ; she appreciates it , appreciates him . once she’s sure he’s cleaned up , she discards the used material from the first aid kit . gently , she runs her fingers through sam’s hair , before her hand settles on his jaw . affection shows she cares about sam in vast proportions . “ i’m glad you’re not starting them . i’m also glad you’re okay . i worry about you , you know ? ”
jeditattoos // sam evans
Sam didn’t exactly tell his friends that QUINN FABRAY would be coming over to their hang out spot. He told them he had company, which they took the completely wrong way. They didn’t take much convincing and Sam received pats on the back and cheers of ‘GET SOME!’ But it wasn’t like that, and he could have actually punched his friends for talking about Quinn in that way, even if they didn’t know it was her they were talking about. It still infuriated him. Sam’s intentions were purely innocent. He really wanted to get to know Quinn, not get her into bed.
Sam observed Quinn’s uncertainty on where to sit, and he quickly shrugged his leather jacket off and handed it to her. “You can sit on this if you want.” He lightly laughed, before sitting down on the couch casually, bringing one foot to rest upon his knee. “Uh yeah. Yeah, they’re fine I mean we all kinda share the place so it’s not like we need permission or anything, we just tell each other to NOT BE HERE. You know? What about your friends?” He challenged with a smirk. “Do they know you’re hanging out here with a SKANK?” He gasped for dramatic effect.
her last intention was to come off as standoffish ; while she had an unmistakable talent for pretending lionization of her own celebrity was the only thing she cared about , she found it difficult to feign a pseudo sense of narcissism around sam ( quinn fabray was more than what met the eye ) . for once , she felt like she didn’t have to fulfil an invisible expectation . she could be herself , no shiny , red cheer - leading skirt , no high pony that entitled her to fabricated power & entitlement . obviously sam didn’t have an interest in the superficial nonsense of mckinley high .
“ thank you... ” she has to admire his chivalry ; it suited him , despite the paradox between his grunge aesthetic & his actions . she casually wraps sam’s jacket around her waist , casually taking a seat beside him , crossing one leg over the other . his inquiry makes her visibly fidget , biting down on her bottom lip before she lets out a breathy chuckle . “ believe it or not , i don’t tell my friends everything i’m doing . its not exactly a conversation you bring up to someone like santana or brittany on the fly . i like you sam , but my friends always stick their noses where they don’t belong & you don’t deserve to put up with that just yet .”
hasrage // santana lopez
“ what are you ? a private i ? slow down on the law & order, detective bleach & tone. ” santana’s expression goes from anger to serenity to panic in a matter of seconds as her best friend drops the bomb ( that lying bitch ). “ hand it OVER, quinn. before i make you one of the special victims ! ”
she knows she shouldn’t be SNOOPING through santana’s private affairs , but she has to wonder what had gotten her so riled up . realistically , she knows santana’s more than capable of catching up to her , especially when quinn is trying to evade her & read something from the book while she descends down her stairs , but she pauses at the bottom , scrolling through pages she’s not really READING ( she’d rather get the confession from santana herself ) , muttering under her breath . “ i knew she was lying about the money ...”
cravesfreedom // brooke maddox
❛ i think we BOTH need a little break from our dads. ❜ a beat, ❛ my mom’s ‘ special place ’ is free for the weekend — we could order room service, drink wine, get massages … ❜ she purposefully trails off, letting quinn think it over. // @pleasedontsing didn’t even ask 4 this
“ a break ? i need a long , long vacation in a remote island ...” a getaway from her father’s scrutinizing gaze seemed like too much a good idea to PASS -- god knows russel fabray always kept quinn under the microscope . her shoulders slump , lips pressing together . “ but your idea of a relaxing weekend sounds really nice . i could really use it ...”
hasrage // santana lopez
it wasn’t that quinn was pushing her on purpose, it was the fact that she could do so without even trying. the slightest offhanded comment could dig so deep & with ammo like that ? santana felt as if she could be taken down entirely. “ you make a crappy villain. like heathers on adderall… truth is,i stuff cash in it. it’s like people who launder money in mattresses but more efficient & better for my back. happy ? ”
“ sure , santana . money . that makes complete sense ...” she’s not buying it , but for santana’s sake , she pretends to take the bait . quinn turns around , pulling her backpack from the floor & sliding santana’s enigma of a book from inside -- that is until she practically waves it in front of santana’s face & makes a run for it ( ! ) .
