I love you.

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sadhappygirl:

swagevans:

SAM EVANS’ GIRLFRIEND IS MERCEDES JONES 

MERCEDES JONES’ BOYFRIEND IS SAM EVANS 

reblogging this when ever I see this on my dash!

queenamber-and-chordoverswag:

I don’t really know too much about Quinn’s character in terms of how she’d think, but I tried :) This is my first lesbian!drabble. Enjoy!

Quinn still had trouble navigating the halls of McKinley High School. There were a lot more students at this school than in her previous high school in a different district. As she walked by a group of boys, they howled and started cat calling her. Naturally, she winced. They didn’t know any better. Back at Willard High, people knew that Quinn didn’t like boys. Occasionally a boy would claim that he could “change” her, but for the most part, she was left alone. Now, at McKinley, she’d have to go through that process all over again. Quinn didn’t fear a lot of things, but she did fear close mindedness. She carefully eyed every room number, specifically looking for 219, and pushed her short pink hair behind her ear

As she jogged up the stairs, rushing to get to her next class, she slipped on the top step and fell, causing her books to scatter down the stairs. People laughed, and other simply walked over her things without care. 

“Ouch,” she heard a soft voice say. Quinn stood to her feet, despite the protest in her knee, and searched for the owner of the voice, “Are you okay?”

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Bwahahhaha!

queenamber-and-chordoverswag:

I hope I do this right. If not, I’m sorry. I’m like half awake right now. This is my first quote-related prompt. It’s going to be VERY long. VERY VERY long. And I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors.

It was the same thing every night. Mercedes would lounge at the bar in her slinkiest dress, one leg crossed seductively over the other, and watch the patrons carefully. This wasn’t just any old corner pub. On the contrary, it was one of the most high class lounges in Westchester County. Few that made below six-figures could weasel their way past the security guards and through the heavy golden double doors. So how was Mercedes, an intelligent, quick witted, 18 year old girl able to make her way inside?

Simple. She knew a guy.

The dimly lit room was filled with empty cocktail chatter and the jazz band played softly, providing easy background music. Tonight was one of the better nights, because it was a Friday, and people wanted to go out rather than stay in with their whiny wives and lazy husbands, or their clingy girlfriends and obnoxious boyfriends. The county’s upper class mingled, and Mercedes’ dark eyes scanned the crowd for a potential suitor. In a moment’s time, she caught the eye of one dark haired man sitting across the room. His gray eyes locked onto hers, and she shot him a seductive smile, silently urging him to approach her. 

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There should be more! My heart is breaking.

proudambersexual:

Amber in that suit is a serious turn-on. I’m not sorry about this post.

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