NEVER RUNNING FROM A REAL FIGHT.

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The Dark Side of the Fourth - Happy Revenge of the Fifth from starwarsvillains​ !

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14 ‘Star Wars’-Inspired Items To Help You Celebrate May The Fourth

[apriki]

[tinarannosaurus]

“Just keep your head high, pick your knees up, and make every step a glamorous stomp.”

“You mean like a horse?”

[heartcoma]

I want to live my life, carrying my memories with me. Even if those memories are painful, even if those memories do nothing but hurt me, even if I wish I could forget those memories… As long as I keep carrying them with me, and don’t run away from them… Someday, I believe I will get to the point where I’m not oppressed by those memories. That’s what I want to believe. I’d like to think that there’s not a single memory that I have which would be okay to forget.

[marshmallowgoop]

30-Day Kill la Kill Challenge Day 3: Senketsu or Junketsu?

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: Well yeah, but you're no Effie.

SANTANA: And you're no Katniss.

SANTANA: Bye.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Effie said it, idiot.

MARCELA: Well yeah, but you're no Effie.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Nope, no one.

SANTANA: I guess you'll just have to wait and see until you get home, my darling sister.

SANTANA: May the odds be ever in your favor.

MARCELA: THANKS, PRESIDENT SNOW.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: That's what I thought.

SANTANA: No one. I'm obviously too hot for any of the shmucks in this school.

SANTANA: How am I supposed to keep up with the number of clubs you are in? Whatever I don't care.

SANTANA: Doing the text version of hanging up on you now.

MARCELA: So you're not cancelling it, right??

MARCELA: Seriously? NO ONE?

MARCELA: There's a list on my tumblr! WAIT, ANSWER ME.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Screw you. You want Cersei? Fine. I'm going to cancel the internet when I get home. Say goodbye to your precious wifi.

SANTANA: I wouldn't care?? I told you I'm not dating him like that. God, keep up.

SANTANA: What the hell is glee

MARCELA: SANTANA, NO. I TAKE IT BACK I TAKE IT BACK.

MARCELA: You're so irritating. Who do you like then?

MARCELA: Glee Club?? Mr. Schue is bringing it back.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Oh hell no. Usually I'm cool with being equated with serious bitches, but there is no freaking /way/ I'm on the same level as Cersei. You take that crap back.

SANTANA: Okay shut up already. it doesn't have to be such a huge ordeal. You either take my help or not.

SANTANA: Do you want me to make him think he dreamt it? Or do you want me to get him transferred. Pick one cuz if this is how you're going to freak out for very much longer I might actually push myself out of a window.

MARCELA: You're not on the same level. You're /worse/.

MARCELA: How would you like it if I kissed Puck??

MARCELA: Can you do that? The first one, not the second. Well... maybe the second. No wait, we need him for Glee.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Omg. Please shut up.

SANTANA: Look, M. If you want Wheels (and obviously you do) you need to be willing to fight off that Chang bitch. I was just helping him see the finer things in life, like my Lopez genes, and your subpar Lopez genes by extension.

MARCELA: You shut up! You're the worst sister in all of existence. THE WORST TWIN SISTER, WORSE THAN CERSEI.

MARCELA: I'm not going to fight Tina! She's awesome and Artie's totally in love with her. Oh my God.

MARCELA: Where's the logic there? I've never even /kissed/ anyone. What if now he expects an amazing kisser? WE CAN'T ALL HAVE MADE OUT WITH THE ENTIRE FOOTBALL TEAM TO GET ON YOUR LEVEL.

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: I don't know how it's possible, but you're giving me a headache through texts.

SANTANA: I was just helping you out. Relax, spazz.

MARCELA: I WOULD SAY I'M SORRY, BUT I'M NOT. YOU DESERVE IT. I HOPE YOU GET A MIGRAINE.

MARCELA: I can't relax! How is you kissing Artie, helping me?

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

SANTANA: Are you having another fever dream?

SANTANA: I told you comic books are boring enough to fall asleep reading.

MARCELA: PLEASE TELL ME THAT'S WHAT THIS IS. IT'S THAT OR A NIGHTMARE. WAKE ME UP.

MARCELA: I WOULD NEVER FALL ASLEEP READING A COMIC BOOK. OH GOD, THIS IS REAL. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?

[marcelathescreamqueen]

TEXT ✉ MARCELA ⇄ SANTANA

MARCELA: WHAT DID YOU DO SANTANA???

MARCELA: WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS WERE YOU THINKING????

MARCELA: WHY??? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU.

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These hallways are mean || Santela

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Santana’s laughter didn’t subside as Marcela panicked. In fact, it only made her laugh harder, and not because she was some cruel bitch (most of the time). It was because she always knew her twin was completely touched in the head, but this was just a whole new level of freak. Fanfiction? About her and Artie? It was too amazingly hilarious to be true.

She watched Marcela run off and she tried to catch her breath, wiping her eyes as she walked to class. She knew Marcela would hate her for this for awhile, maybe even snitch about Santana’s “bullying” to her parents, but she would never have the guts to piss her off again. Not with this kind of leverage. 

She had mostly gotten her laughter under control, but then as she turned the next corner, Santana really couldn’t believer he luck. There he was. Artie Abrams in the flesh. She sauntered over to him, watching as his eyes widened with fear, but before he could call for help (which is what he usually did when he saw Santana because of all the horror stories lies Marcela had told him) the Cheerio bent down and planted a big kiss on his lips. When she pulled away, the boy was sputtering and bright red, clearly confused, disturbed, and terrified. 

“That’s from Marcela,” she said with a little venom in her voice and a sickeningly sweet smile to match before turning away and walking to her class.