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indieatlast:
“Oh, crap. I didn’t mean– don’t get all emotional now, Berry. Let’s just…ignore what I said. For both of our sakes– mine, mostly my sake really. Don’t wanna see you squeeze out a tear or something.”
“I was mostly teasing you, Berry. You did make some questionable choices while we tried to survive. Particularly spreading your legs for boys who looked like they were fresh out of an aquarium. But killing zombies is not something anyone is gonna hold over you. If anything we gave those dudes their peace. They can be wherever souls go or some shit like that.”
“I’m not quite sure you’re right, but this is, quite frankly, something I don’t want to argue about. And don’t think I didn’t hear you’re planning to turn my kid into a mini you. See if I ever leave her alone with you again.”
indieatlast:
“Trust me, if I ever died it’s not heaven where I’m ending up. Neither would you, so at least there’s a bit of justice. Sure, Rach. If you so need that validation from feeling important, yes…my life would be awfully quiet without you. Trying to figure out how that’s bad though.”
“I’m not offending him. I don’t even have to put effort into shading his white ass. Oh, that’s a talk you’ll have to have with the kiddo some time. Why do you want to torture her with that already? I’ll make sure she learns the best insults just to spite you.
“Do you really think we are going to hell for... all the things we have done since we met? I don’t think this is fair. We’re good people. We didn’t have a choice.”
indieatlast:
“Dunno about that, Berry, maybe I’m already dead and this is the way I’m being punished in hell. I don’t think that was cabbage, and I’ll never believe it.”
“Not so heroic though? Fucking a dude who dyes his hair three weeks after meeting him. Despite being a spawn of yours, I do like your kid well enough, you know, it helps that she doesn’t talk nearly as much as her mother. Just saying, if you wanna go out on a romantic picnic or whatever just a heads up would be nice. I do make plans of my own with Britt.
“If we are in hell, you should appreciate you have such good friends here helping you overcome your suffering. We both know your life would be miserable without us. Not to mention incredibly boring.”
“Why you must offend my daughter’s father when he’s not even alive to deffend himself? She doesn’t now, but Quinn and I have been thinking of fun literacy activities to get the child started on the development of her early literacy skills. Prepare for resigned reluctance when you ask her to stop talking like her mother. You’re welcome.”
TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.
drunk texts:
( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am
( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u
( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD
( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up
( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you for hurting me
( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh
( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party
( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed
( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu
hateful texts:
( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic
( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable
( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.
( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.
( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.
( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything
( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.
( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.
( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.
misc/random texts:
( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.
( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog
( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me
( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?
( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.
( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.
( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good
( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…
( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.
( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.
indieatlast:
“I don’t spend nearly as many hours insulting you as I’d like to, honestly. I got stuff to do like, shooting stuff and surviving, you know? Right, canned tuna. Why would you even–try to cook this shit? Anyway, I’ve hard worse actually. Like that time ate that green stuff that tasted like sea plant”
“Your kid is lucky Fabray knows something about cooking otherwise she’d never grow. Also I know you wanna jump on blondie 24/7 now that she’s back, but we’re not your damn babysitters.”
“Now, now. You show more respect for my sauerkraut; it kept you alive for weeks! And for the zillionth time, cabbage does not taste like sea plant.”
“She’s lucky I could breastfeed her for so long considering the extremely strict diet the apocalypse forced me to live with. I’m the hero here, let’s not forget that. And excuse me? You picked up her from the playpen because you wanted to, she wasn’t crying when you did that! I know you’ll never admit you enjoy spending your time with anyone in this house besides Brittany but do you really need to deny that you like my daughter? What, do you think we’ll mock you for your surprisingly incredible way with babies?
indieatlast:
“Right so– uh, I see you’re in a better mood at least. Good to see you’re still having delusions of grandeur. For the record, I don’t dispute the first two, as much as it hurts me to agree with you. The other two on the other hand, you might be giving yourself too much credit. And anyway, you still haven’t tell me what this crap is, which is making me think you picked it up from the ground or something.”
“You know, considering the amount of hours you spend insulting me on a daily basis, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised you’re afraid I’m feeding you zombie meat with pico de gallo. Don’t worry, I only cook dead humans at Tuesdays and if Quinn is right today is Friday.”
“It’s canned tuna... well, more like burned tuna now. I’m sorry, San. I wanted to make it taste different from the other billion times you and the girls have had it in the past years of your life but I guess we are not supposed to pan fry it.”
indieatlast:
“I said, are you sure this isn’t gonna poison us? And I still think a real walker could’ve put something more decent together. What is this…burned thing on the side?”
“Look, it’s not my fault that learning how to cook is so hard for me, don’t you see that? There’s a strong energy stopping me from becoming a cooker! So strong that not even my great determination can fight it. It doesn’t want me to be also talented in the kitchen and I think I just figured why. I’m a phenomenal singer, an excellent actress, an amazing dancer and the cutest zombie fighter there is. I’m sure a scientiest would be able to explain this better but my point is: I could break the cosmos, Santana. I could destroy the order of the Universe if I learn how to cook because I’m already unbelievably awesome.”
“Wait, what did you just say...? I resent that comparison, Santana. I've greatly improved my skills recently, thank you very much.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” (to Jesse)
“Thank you, I have you know that this is my finest blazer.” He said with a smirk. “Though it is very rare that I actually look horrible. For example there was this one time in third grade that I accidentally wore two patterns that did not go together for school pictures and I indeed looked bad. Other than that, doesn’t happen.”
“I almost feel sorry for your unprepared younger self. Schools pictures are, quite frankly, extremely important. It’s admittedly a little disappointing to find out you ignored this for almost a decade of your life.”
"I am never drinking that much again." (to Jesse)
“Oh God I hope that’s a lie.” He laughed. “No seriously, while I feel for you for being very ill right now and have your special burrito all made for you to help with the hangover, last night was fantastic.” Jesse laughed to himself again before clearing his throat. “To reenact a bit of it, there was a point where you were standing behind random individuals and then popping out from behind them going ‘POP GOES THE WEASEL’”
“I’ve yet to see any proof of those potential flashbacks so I’m not sure why I should believe you.“
Way to ruin the afterglow - Sentence Memes { nsfw }
“So if you’re done, I’ll be getting my clothes now.”
“Think of this as a lifetime opportunity, because it’s never happening again.”
“That can’t seriously be it…”
“Is asking for cuddles afterwards really too much for you?”
“Well, that was awkward and inadequate. But you get an A for effort I guess…”
“Come on don’t fall asleep, let’s go for round four.”
“Oh I see what the problem is… you think this is something other than casual sex.”
“You know where the door is, you can lead yourself out. And pick up your pants.”
“Wow, you’re a lot more attractive when you don’t open your fucking mouth.”
“Yeah I know you’ve got a nasty streak, that’s why I tied you up.”
“So I didn’t actually have a condom at hand but I was really horny and you were hurrying me-”
“Look, I’m not saying you need to be loud next time but no one likes a silent starfish.”
“Warn me next time you try a weird idea like that so I can at least brace myself.”
“These handcuffs are pinching my skin, can you take them the fuck off?”
“If I’d known how bitchy you were going to get, I would have gagged you.”
“Shit… look, I was drunk. You were easy… basically, this shouldn’t have happened.”
“Well that was fun, right? … Hey, come on, turn that frown upside down.”
“That name you called out during sex better have been a fucking safe word.”
“So here’s my number. And I’ll text you if I ever need a booty call.”
“Are you trying to pay me for the sex we had?”
“Of course I caught your name, it was… say, how about I fetch us some water?”
“Well maybe if you had higher standards, you wouldn’t be complaining about spreading your legs for me.”
“Get off, my legs are falling asleep.”
“Don’t tell a single fucking soul this happened, or else.”
“Yeah I heard what you said, was just texting my friend that I got laid.”
“You wouldn’t be mad if I posted your o-face on instagram, would you?”
“Listen, we can both bicker about who’s the bigger asshole or I can bury my cock in yours again. Sound fair?”
“I can’t fucking believe this, to think that I slept with such a neanderthal-”
“I think your neighbors heard the whole thing…”
“Don’t tell me you pulled that out of a cosmo sex tip.”
“Please don’t… spank me next time…”
“Wait, you thought I was a virgin?”
“You can leave now. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
“I won’t take the collar off, that’s for good girls/boys who behave.”
“Look, you kept rubbing my feet and it was kind of creeping me out.”
“I think I need a long shower now… along with some self reflection…”
“Where are you even leaving to, this is your house.”
The William McKinley Correctional Facility, located in New York, is a minimum-security prison where the residents are women who have committed all type of crimes. These crimes can range from anything like manslaughter to something as petty as weed possession. Those serving time at McKinley have different ways of coping with it. While some inmates are trying to turn this into a learning experience, others seem to be finding more ways to get into trouble, hopeless that their lives will amount to much after they are released.
It’s always hard to keep a positive attitude and do your time peacefully, when conditions at McKinley are abysmal at best. When you take the sanitary deficiencies and add the overcrowding in the prison, the complicated relationship inmates have with the prison staff makes things seem 10 times worse. Abuse of power can be expected in every corner of the facility. But, where the conditions in the prison lack, human connections often make things seem easier and almost worthwhile- most of the time. Long-lasting friendships develop, love blossoms, even in the most hopeless situations, there’s a silver lining. No one is completely alone, not even in prison.
Who will overcome their past and serve their debt to society, who will fall to the wayside? It’s all up to the inmates.
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Quinn’s brow furrowed, she then scoffed. “You’re certainly a weird one, Rachel. So you’d have chosen me instead of —yourself? Am I supposed to believe that when you’ve been trying to get Finn back since he broke up with you? Do you think I’m an idiot?” she asked, truly wondering what Rachel’s endgame was with what she was saying. She was making no sense whatsoever. “Or did I just imagine you two sucking face in the middle of a competition? That we lost because of that, by the way,” she added triumphantly.
Rachel flinches. She actually flinches at Quinn’s words and then moves away quickly, like the blonde is about to slap her at any moment now, but regrets it as soon as she’s done that. It’s not exactly a good idea to show just how much you fear your predator, Rachel thinks, and sigh in frustration. She doesn’t know how to communicate with Quinn Fabray, that much she has figured by now. For anyone else this would be reason enough to give up on trying to befriend someone but not for Rachel. She simply doesn’t know how to let go. “Obviously not. This is not... Quinn, you— I meant like— ”
Great, now she has completely lost the ability to use words.
She takes a moment to pull her thoughts together, only speaking when she’s sure of what to say. “If I were a boy wanted by you and a girl exactly like me, I would choose you. That’s what I meant.” And after a beat, she adds, “No one else wanted that trophy more than I did, Quinn. You may not be close, but I’m certain you’re aware of that so you can save your breath. Nothing you may say is something I haven’t already thought myself.”
“Well, was I supposed not to date Sam because he’s also your friend? I know you all think I’m some Ice Queen, but I can’t actually control how I feel. And if you want to date Santana then go ahead, I’m sure you’ll both be happy throwing things at each other’s head.”
“If you really believe this is what I think of you after everything we went through, Quinn, you really don’t know me at all. And that’s not what I meant! She’s in love with Brittany, anyway. I don’t intend to make lost causes my dating pattern. While I do appreciate the dramatic aspects of unrequited love, I firmly believe one terrible experience is enough.”
Once again I reached a super awesomesauce follower count (600+ can you all believe that??? I cannot) and I’ve decided to make a giveway. And also thank a few people that’ve made the journey way better, which is everyone that rps with me willingly. Everyone that’s following me, thank you. Everyone I rp with, you’re awesome. Everyone I’m mutuals with but not rping with, let’s get down to business!
A special thank you to these awesome people and writers who, not only allow me to explore Quinn (and Sam) in every imaginable scenario, but they also put up with my ramblings ooc:
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And now on to the giveway, which is what you all are interested in!
I’ll randomly choose 3 winner that’ll get all this:
200 icons of your preferred faceclaim (real person or animated as long as there’s a gallery or you have the screencaps needed)
an aesthetic for the character/ship of your choosing
You can choose/send me the psd you prefer, or leave it up to me. Watermarked or not. Your choice.
Only reblogs count (asmany as you want, but please don’t spam your followers!) and you must be following me in this account. You have until October 7 to enter!
GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!
“Weren’t you the one always saying you wanted to be friends? And now you say no. There’s no way to understand you, Rachel. And I’m getting tired of trying so.”
“That was before you decided to date a common friend, Quinn. How would you feel if it was Santana and I instead? It’s just— I’m not comfortable with this.”