don't apply logic to lopez

 independent, selective santana lopez from fox's glee revamped: august 09, 2019 penned by liz ICONLESS

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this is a private, selective, exclusive indie rp for santana lopez from fox’s glee. naya rivera will continue to be santana’s face claim on this blog. it is up to YOU whether you want me to use icons or you want to write iconless or don’t want to write with me at all. if the thought makes you uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form, I truly understand, but I cannot for the life of me, disrespect naya’s work by changing her face claim when she is responsible for crafting a character that quite literally changed my life. that being said, if you’ve read this disclaimer and still want to interact, the link for my rules and general information is below:

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[awesomegaydar]

big missing santana hours. i wish i had the energy to come back. i’ve recently watched the sex lives of college girls twice and i’m obsessed with leighton murray and thought about how good of a ship her and santana would be 😭 but anyway, i hope everyone’s holidays go without a hitch! 

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hi i miss santana a lot. but you can find me here ( @slaysevil ) atm. you can also find me on dis.co: SSA meteor#9944

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loserlikewe​:

quinn knows that she’s not –– she’s been around santana long enough to know her compassion is hidden carefully from the majority. tonight is just a night she couldn’t stand to hear her brutal honesty, not with the alcohol mixed with the jealousy consuming her. she straightens up as santana sits next to her, crease between her brows as she listens attentively and prepares for her bluntness. it doesn’t come, however, hearing more sincerity in her tone than usual. she senses something more behind her words as santana looks at her. the emphasis was clear, and it doesn’t take long for it to click in her head. she’s caught off guard, but it doesn’t shock her. what does take her by surprise is what santana says next, cheeks flushed as she blinks slowly. her gaze falls to her lap, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.

“boys aren’t that great, anyway. you’re better off not understanding them,” quinn responds to her previous comment, meeting santana’s eyes. “i guess i’m just dwelling on what finn and i had and what could’ve been… and that he chose rachel berry.” she couldn’t fully understand the rachel berry of it all either, but santana’s right. finn broke up with her and moved on –– it happened, it’s done, and it’s time she got over it. “your heart’s showing, s.” she teases santana, smirk covering her lips. unsure if it was the alcohol’s doing or not, this may be the first in a while that they’ve been able to sit down together in a civil manner and discuss what they’ve felt. “thanks.. for thinking so,” quinn thanks her softly in regards to her feeling she deserved better. she wasn’t exactly a model girlfriend, and she questioned her worth as a romantic partner after finn, but to hear from santana, of all people, that she was deserving of more brought her comfort and validation.

❛ What you could have been?❜ There’s a brief disbelief that crosses Santana’s features –– maybe its a product of her own personal animosity towards Finn Hudson, or something else altogether, but when she tries to envision a future where Quinn exists around his orbit, there isn’t a single part of her that can comprehend or craft it. After everything Quinn Fabray had been through, and despite their tumultuous relationship, she couldn’t envision something less than greatness for her. ❛ He would’ve only held you back. His idea of a future is putting a mattress business in Lima or teaching Glee Club after Schuester retires to sell vests in a thrift shop or ends up on a list somewhere. And he’s going to hold Rachel back too. We’re in high school, we’re all going to fall in love, or hook up with people, and it doesn’t have to be permanent. Honestly? Screw him, and screw Berry too.❜

She puts down her cup on the floor, sits crossed legged on the bed, facing Quinn this time. ❛ If you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it, but you’re the prettiest girl in the entire school, Quinn. You could have anyone you want, but Finn? That’s settling for mediocre and the Quinn Fabray I know doesn’t do anything halfway. You’re right. Boys aren’t that great. Glee Club’s personal dancing tube-man isn’t that great. So forget about him, forget grieving over something you’re gonna think back on five years from now and laugh about. You spent this entire party moping when you could’ve had the fun you deserve. Solo or with someone else. That doesn’t matter. ❜

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me making a d.e.b.s gifset on my personal vs. me wanting another d.e.b.s plot vs. me being here like twice a day

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shoreabove​:

                      santana’s laundry list of salutations only serves to make rachel sigh deeply, and despite the other girl’s best efforts, she finds herself unimpressed. ❛ brody and i are doing wonderfully, if you must know. ❜ her tone is pointed as she speaks, and rachel nudges at santana’s legs before she leans against the table top. ❛ i don’t know why you keep insisting that there’s something wrong with him – i’m an adult in an adult relationship. i don’t need to know every intimate detail of his life to feel romantically satisfied! ❜ ( her face doesn’t match her words, though she tries her best to hold her own. )

❛–– Ugh, gross. Please don’t say the words ‘romantically satisfied’ ever again.❜ Her face says it all. Her’s and Rachel’s. Santana’s always had a knack for reading people and Brody was no exception to the rule. Neither was Rachel, and the unconvincing look in her eyes. ❛ Look, I’ve never had a stream of good luck when it comes to relationships, and yeah I suppose the parade of one night stands doesn’t really help my case, but I don’t want you getting tangled up in something that’s gonna end up hurting you. My misandry runs deep but I care about you more. That’s all, okay? ❜

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loserlikewe​:

the disgust is clear on both of their faces when they discover what’s behind the first door of the room they try. quinn’s had enough of one couple for the night, and she’d rather steer clear of every other romantic pair. she’s able to let out a breath of relief when they come across an empty ( and what seemed to be clean and unused ) room. sitting on the bed, she uncaps the bottle of whiskey, ready to drink and forget about any and all of her problems. rachel and finn just happened to be the forefront of them. “let’s see…” quinn leans back, propped up with one hand while she takes a sip from the bottle. “i feel… like you could be a little more compassionate in certain situations.” she tilts her head, arching a brow at santana. if you don’t talk about your problems, they don’t exist –– one of the top fabray family rules. it’s much simpler that way.

She could be, Quinn’s right, but she’d never been good at compassionate advice. Its not that she doesn’t feel for Quinn, perhaps even wounded for her in the aftermath of such a tirade of events that had divided their friendships in ways even Will Schuester himself refuses to recognize. She feels the tension. Between them, between everyone else, but she doesn’t talk about it, and with Quinn well –– she couldn’t remember the last time she saw her happy. Truly happy. Perhaps that was the problem to begin with. ❛Its not that I’m not ––❜ Santana decides then, as she takes a careful seat beside Quinn on the thankfully clean and empty bed, and drinks the jungle juice from her solo cup, that maybe what Quinn needed wasn’t her usual brand of brutal honesty. ❛Its just that I... don’t really get it, Q. And sure, I suppose a part of me will never get it. Not the boys, not the Rachel Berry situation of it all... There’s no use crying over spilled milk, you know?❜ A beat –– she’s looking at her now, not at the whiskey in her hands, not at her own cup, at her.  ❛What I mean is –– I’ve always just felt like you deserved better. Whatever. I don’t know if that’s compassion, but that’s how I feel.❜

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worldsalight​:

it was refreshing, to say the least,           having her back in town and getting to talk to her again almost like old times. it wasn’t as if tree hill had a shortage of snark           between peyton and brooke alone, they could pretty much cover the whole town           but there was something about santana’s particular brand that was not only exceedingly funny and sharp, but that could just sometimes feel like a breath of fresh air. whatever she had to say, it was always the straight-up and honest truth. that was something that definitely often seemed to be in short supply. as her laughter subsided from santana’s latest crack, peyton looked to her with a fond little smile. “i don’t often get the chance to talk to someone like you.”

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And then there was Tree Hill. A town ready to smile for the poster titled: There’s no place like home! But Tree Hill hadn’t really felt like home in a long time, despite her unexpected return and the company of her mother. It didn’t inspire warmth, not until Peyton had also made an impromptu return to the place that had once made them who they are today. For the first time since she’d made her acquaintance with this place again, Santana walks along the beach, dimly lit by the porch lights of the overlooking houses and the lampposts along the boardwalk. She looks at Peyton with a curious smile and a tilt of her head, laughs, and playfully bumps their arms together, on a mission to be closer, as the water washes over the shore and barely misses their shoes. ❛–– By “like me” you mean my brutal, witty honesty or my incredible good looks? ‘Cause you're gonna have to be more specific.❜ Santana stretches her hand, briefly brushes her fingertips against Peyton’s –– and then, she softens, a little more sincere. ❛I’m sorry I dropped off the face of the earth, P. Sawyer. I’ve always been... running away from things rather than facing them head on. Emotions were never really been my thing. I’m working on it though.❜

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shoreabove​:

                   for a moment, rachel anticipates a quiet household when she enters the living room. when santana’s voice immediately cuts through the air, however, her shoulders sink, and rachel’s eyes are quick to roll as she ignores her ( for now ), choosing to cross into the kitchen instead. ❛ for your information, santana, this was a present from kurt, ❜ she starts, though the leather comment has her discarding the garment as soon as her bags touch the ground. ❛ and either way – why must you always start our conversations like this? have we fallen so far from simple pleasantries in just a matter of weeks? ❜

❛–– Alright, let me start over.❜ And she gets up, follows her to the kitchen, plops down on a chair in front of their dining table, with her boot cladded feet up comfortably against it. ❛ Hello, Rachel. Did you have a nice day? How’s your shady as hell Ken Doll doing? Why are we still pretending wearing anything Kurt gives you is a good idea? Anyway, nice weather we’re having. A nice drizzle with a side of I’m-just-looking-out-for-you.❜

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so, starter call?

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you did this to me you told coach sylvester about my suMMER SURGERY you have a surgery when you get your appendix out. YOU.GOT.A.BOOB.JOB yep, sure did! you cAN’T HIT ME! sure i can, unless you got yourself knocked up again sLUT stop the violence hey hey hey hey! what happened with us being a family? oh please, she has a family, she’s a moOOtherrr! WALK AWAY AND TIGHTEN UP YOUR PONY BEFORE YOU GET TO CLASS

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loserlikewe​:

“hey!” she narrows her eyes at santana, grabbing a napkin to wipe the alcohol off of her hand then shoving the damp paper into her hands. “who says i’ll get angry? i’m fine.” quinn denies it, lifting the cup to her lips and taking a long swig of whatever puck concocted, grimacing once she’d gotten it down. with the amount of alcohol she’d been consuming tonight, just to keep herself occupied from letting her ex-boyfriend and the annoying little pest get to her, santana would end up having to drive the both of them home at the end of the night. as much as she’d hate to say it, she does have a point. quinn can’t be around them. “you know what? sure.” she places her cup down, only to snag a bottle of whiskey from one of the passing jocks and challenging him with a glare until he walks away. “it sucks down here anyway.” wrapping her hand around santana’s wrist with her free hand, she starts to lead her towards the stairs.

Its premature damage control. This isn’t just a Glee Club exclusive soiree concocted by Rachel Berry in her basement. This is a real party, a party where they both have to walk on eggshells around people in the football team, the hockey team, and the rest of the cheerleaders. And while people like Brittany (who’s currently dancing on top of a table, all expenses paid, to the sound of the thumping bass), have no qualms about getting their reputation thrown for a loop, Santana does. Quinn does. So she’s relieved, to say the least, when she finally gives in and pulls her upstairs. She opens the first door she finds –– there’s a couple making out and half naked on the bed; Santana scrunches her face and shakes her head as she slams the door closed. Then, another one. This one’s empty, and judging by the lack of basketball sheets and posters, she has to guess its some kind of guest bedroom. This time, she’s the one pulling Quinn inside, urging her to sit down on the edge of the bed. ❛You wanna talk about your feelings now before you get wasted on cheap whiskey or do you wanna wait until you’re drunk enough that you won’t remember even talking to me in the morning?❜ 

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loserlikewe​:

santana’s initial comment falls on deaf ears as quinn continues to glance over at finn and rachel standing in the corner, hiding a scowl behind a red solo cup. it’s not until her best friend’s question captures her attention, eyes falling on her. “what? no.” she’s quick to change the topic, walking over to the refreshments table to refill her drink. “i need something stronger.” quinn would rather drink her feelings away than talk about the giant elephant in the room.

She follows her, reluctantly, even lets her get ahead by a few steps and considers blowing the party and leaving Quinn to her own devices, but even Santana knows she wouldn’t leave Quinn Fabray alone at a party in a fragile emotional state. But she does follow her gaze, to the ‘happy’ couple in the corner. Gross. In the end, she gives in, rolls her eyes, and follows her to the drinks table. Quickly, however, she slaps her hand over the top of Quinn’s cup, even if her fingers get covered in cheap vodka or whatever Puckerman put in the Jungle Juice. ❛Trust me, Q. The last thing you wanna do right now is drink, get angry at them, get angry at me, and make a scene about it. Look, if you don’t wanna leave, we can ditch, break the rules, and go upstairs. Maybe that’ll finally make you stop looking over at Berry and her Troll of a boyfriend like you wanna hurl the dinner you didn’t have. ❜ 

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❛ Look, you and I both know that when it comes to revenge, the dish is best served cold, and its not that I don’t appreciate a good scheme –– ❜ She stops then, at her locker, where she shoves the leather jacket she’s been wearing over her uniform and turns to look at Blair while she holds her bag in her hand. ❛ But why waste your time with some intricate plan to destroy whatever poor unfortunate soul you’re after this time? Honestly, some old-school, under-the-radar bullying will do the trick with half the effort.❜

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❛–– Please tell me that’s not Donkey-Face-Cocaine-Snorter’s jacket you’re wearing right now?❜ She closes her book, tosses it aside, watches Rachel from the couch with an accusatory glint in her eyes. ❛For the love of god, Berry. Have some self respect. That’s not even real leather. That’s not even faux leather. That’s a back of a thrift-store horror that will come alive at midnight and eat us all in our sleep, and not in a good way. He’s got bad-news-bears written all over his botox’d face.❜

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❛This party blows.❜ And she shoves her red solo cup against the chest of passing football player, who groans in protest at the force behind it but keeps walking with a beer-stained t-shirt. ❛And you’ve been quiet all night. Is there something you wanna tell me or do I have to put up with your attitude until you give me a ride home?❜

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