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quinn fabray that’s what people never understand: they see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. they miss everything. you see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? it’s war paint, it’s feather and claws, it’s blood sacrifice.

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waste my time 💀 quivery

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averyspearce‌:

He nodded slowly, happy that he’d made a seemingly alright call. Not that it would have mattered. If she’d wanted anything else, he’d have gotten it for her. “That’s good,” well was alright. It placed marginally higher than fine, but wasn’t nearly as good as good, and that was a decent place to be. “I’m well too,” he said, tilting his head a bit to the side.  “You did?” he asked, almost surprised. Sure, he knew Asher had been promoting it and there was just as big a chance she’d see it as anyone else, but it was nice knowing she’d seen it. “You should come if you’re not busy. And if you want to, I mean.” Avery wasn’t sure what his plan with that was. It’s not like he could skate around with her while they played, he just knew he’d like to see her. A waitress came down with two trays for them and he quickly thanked her before returning his attention to Quinn. “Again, I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got milkshakes, both strawberry and chocolate, Pepsi and water, still and sparkling, so uh…” he laughed, this time kind of nervously, as he scratched the back of his head. “Yeah. Take whatever you want.”

Once all he had ordered arrived to the table, Quinn let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. It was oddly considerate, for him to provide her with so many options, and she appreciated it. But she didn’t know what his angle was. Obviously he wasn’t the type to do things out of the goodness of his heart. In fact, she wasn’t even sure he actually had a heart, given the way he’d treated her previously, but she put her bitter feelings towards him aside for the moment and grabbed the strawberry milkshake, pulling it towards her and taking a sip. “Good choice,” she commented with a slight smile, her eyes on his. “But, yeah, I did,” she said, going back to their conversation before the distraction. She couldn’t tell if he actually wanted her there, or if he was just suggesting it because she brought it up. “I’ll think about it,” she said with a shrug, trying to maintain a casual disinterest overall. “It’s not like it’d make much of a difference either way, whether I was there or not,” she said, shrugging again, fishing for him to express whether he actually wanted her there. 

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waste my time 💀 quivery

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averyspearce‌:

Seeing Quinn settle down opposite of him instantly brought a smile to Avery’s lips. It was obvious that the tables had turned: he had been early, a thing that usually never happens, and there she was. Late. Part of him wanted to give himself credit for that, because honestly? She didn’t strike him as the type to typically be late. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. Either way, she was here now and that was all that mattered. She had agreed to go out (or technically hang out, but he was choosing to ignore that) with him and she’d shown up, and he was very pleased with that. “Well, hello to you too,” he laughed softly. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I just ordered fries. They should be here soon, but I’m sure they’ll let you order something else if you want to,” he let her know. “How’re you doing?”

“Fries is fine,” she said, with little intention to eat anything. The place barely had anything that was worth the calories and, as head cheerleader, she was all too aware of that fact. “But thanks,” she added, because it was surprisingly considerate of him to order ahead. “I’m well,” she answered, her gaze narrowing, as though she was suspicious of him asking her how she was doing - why would she be doing any less then well? It wasn’t like she’d been thinking of him practically nonstop since the party. Definitely not. “How’re you?” she questioned in return, raising a brow in interest. “Heard about your show on Friday,” she added, wondering if he’d want her there. That’d be the only way she’d bother showing up. 

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asherpuckerman‌:

Next Friday, Second Exit’s gonna be playing Nova’s. Be there or be square. You may even see yours truly having an extra long drum solo just cause he can and Avery loves me. Someone’s gonna have to get me drinks all night while we’re playing. Who’s down?

You know, I’d love to, but I’d actually rather... literally do anything else. And, personally, I think you should be promising to buy others drinks all night so they’ll bother to show up, because no one’s going to come to listen to gutter music and waste their money on you. 

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hntr-clarington‌:

I can’t even drink soup without my throat feeling like it’s on fire while simultaneously dry-humping a chainsaw.

Sounds miserable, but at least it’s an excuse to relax a bit. Feel better soon. 

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waste my time 💀 quivery

After taking a seat at the table Avery was at, Quinn instantly had an annoyed expression on her face. She’d arrived late as a power move, to show that she didn’t care enough to come when they agreed to meet - not that he’d even notice, probably. Because of what he meant to her, even still, she was always desperate to make him feel something. It didn’t matter what the feeling was, so long as she could effect him in some sense. Mostly because of how much he effected her. She hated it. “I can’t stay long,” she told him immediately, though she didn’t have any other real plans for the rest of the day, aside from her usual studying and whatnot. She crossed her arms as she sat across from him in the booth. She tried to seem as passive as possible but, annoyingly enough, she was still buzzing over the fact that he’d even asked her to hang out to begin with. 

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seven minutes 💀 quivery

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averyspearce‌:

Avery’s mind was running at a hundred miles per hour, yet everything he was picking up was Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. In the back of his mind, something told him he should come up with some sort of plan. Anything that’d up her surprise kiss and even out the field, just a little bit. But nothing. All he could do was smile as she glared and seconds later, find himself get lost and let go of any coherent thought he had had.

Maybe it was a mistake, but it did make the whole kiss feel a whole lot sweeter than the first had, despite the fact that he was kissing her harder this time. It was nice having Quinn pull him this close and in an attempt to close any sort of distance that might have been left, he positioned a leg between hers and let a hand travel down her outer thigh. He played with the edge of her skirt for a moment in an attempt to ask permission to place his hand under it.

Nothing about this was a good idea, but that didn’t stop Quinn from keeping her lips against his. Had it been anyone else, she would’ve pulled away the moment their hand went anywhere near her thigh, but it wasn’t anyone else. It was him, and she still wanted both him and his approval, despite vowing the moment he stopped giving her attention all that time ago that she’d never care about him again. She couldn’t help herself when it came to him though. 

She hated it. But instead of pushing him away she gently pressed her thigh into his touch, keeping her lips against his as she placed her hand on his, encouraging him to place his hand under her skirt. They apparently had run out of time though, because soon someone was banging on the door of the closet. She pulled away immediately, suddenly too aware of where they were. 

“I’m sure that’ll be the highlight of your night,” she commented, smoothing out her costume before fixing her hair. “Try to have fun anyway,” she said as casually as possible, knowing that she’d be thinking about him for the rest of the night, annoyingly enough. 

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seven minutes 💀 quivery

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averyspearce‌:

Thanks. She really didn’t give him much to work with, but he somehow had his doubts he’d even try if she did. Living his best life with no worries and no responsibilities was good, but there was something much more fun and rewarding in actually having a challenge for once.

Now, Avery had always assumed he was the only one of them playing this game and he’d felt pretty secure about his position in it, so when Quinn was the one to close the distance between them, he was shocked. Not that he allowed himself to let it show for more than a brief second, before attempting to take back control by placing a hand on her hip and pressing her against the closet wall. Sure, drunken wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined their reuniting kiss, but he took what he could get.

When he finally pulled back for air, his other hand had also found it’s way to her hip. Not that he pulled back a lot. He rather liked the closeness and if this was all he was gonna get, he planned to get as much out of it as possible. His eyes searched for hers, and after a few moments had passed, he slowly leaned into a second kiss.

The biggest reason why she gave in and made the first move is because she was sure he hadn’t expected her to and she loved proving others wrong. Especially those who wronged her, and Avery was near the top of the list. She wanted him to know what he was missing out on, and what he could never have again - he had his chance and burned that bridge. Now it was her responsibility to make sure he regretted it. When he placed a hand on her hip she wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him press her against the wall. 

She liked having his attention, even if it was just for now. She’d take it. She maintained the closeness even after he’d pulled away, and as his eyes found hers she couldn’t help but glare at him, but before she could take the opportunity to make a sarcastic comment his lips were against hers again, and she definitely wasn’t complaining about it. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck even tighter, ensuring he was as close as possible to her. 

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seven minutes 💀 quivery

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averyspearce‌:

There was very few things in life that Avery was sure of, but he just knew that closets usually wasn’t this small. Maybe movies just made them seem more convenient than they really were, or maybe Quinn Fabray being there with him just made it seem much smaller than it really was. It was quite far into the night and people, including himself, had had enough drinks to think Seven Minutes in Heaven was a good idea. He hadn’t, however, had enough to think doing this with her was a good idea.

“Alice in Wonderland, huh?” he whispered, not really wanting to commit to breaking the silence, but also not about to just stand there painfully for seven whole minutes. “’s a good costume. You wear it well.”

Running a hand through his hair, he stepped closer. Not much, just enough to get a clearer view of her in the poorly lit closet. “Listen…” Avery sighed, adjusting his vest a little. “I know it’s a bit––” he cut himself off, shaking his head. “Never mind. Not now. Maybe tomorrow. What if instead, I lean in to kiss you, you slap me as hard as you feel like or whatever, and we take if from there?” @notsoquinnocent

Quinn only bothered with parties because she knew that, in such a small town, there wasn’t much else to do. She had a reputation to keep up with, which meant she ended up at parties, playing the role of a fun loving teenager, if only to get a few more cool points. Everything she did revolved around how others would see it - which is how she ended up playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, despite knowing how terrible of an idea it was. 

As if it wasn’t bad enough, she ended up in the closet with the person she’d want least to be in one with. Once they were in it, she stood as far away as she could, which wasn’t very far at all, given the lack of space. She crossed her arms, glaring up at him as he broke the silence. “Thanks,” she said, being short purposefully. She still hadn’t forgiven him for the way he’d treated her, and she was perfectly content with making that obvious whenever she could.

If she weren’t so petty, she’d tell him that he looked good in his costume, whatever it was, but she refused to give him anything. “Let’s get this over with,” she said after a moment, not really answering his question. She wasn’t going to not play just because it was him... and maybe a tiny part of her wanted this anyway, not that she’d ever admit it. With that, she removed the space between them, pulling him into a kiss with her lips now against his. 

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asherpuckerman‌:

I ain’t no charity case and don’t need your help. What are you? Like fourteen? I’ve had a lot more life experiences than you. You know what’s never gonna change? You being a fun sucker. That’s right, I said it. I don’t hang around other losers. Second Exit’s a pretty damn successful band.

Cute. I’m sixteen, thank you, but while we’re guessing ages you’re, what? Thirty? And still hanging out with a bunch of high schoolers? I’m sure those are the life experiences you should be bragging about. I’d rather have a full life ahead of me and be a fun sucker then end up like you. Second Exit is so appropriately named - I’m sure it’s just a second of your playing before everyone exits. Isn’t your lead singer a drop out? So successful. 

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knotchandlerbing‌:

Has anyone ever told you that missing one day of school won’t ruin your life?

No one has to, I’m already well aware, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’d be pointless to miss a day. The work would have to be made up anyway, and it’d just be a setback. As someone who has a full schedule daily, it’s much better to maintain my perfect attendance. 

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averyspearce‌:

This is extremely shocking to me and I can’t even begin to comprehend how disappointed – nay, heartbroken – I am. But I understand and I’ll try to someday make peace with it. Thank you, though. A very smart decision. Sometimes you just gotta cling on to any small promise of entertainment. Plus, in the unlikely event that ghosts turns out to be real, I’ll have one hell of a night. I’ll sweep the floor and open a window, it’ll be fine. What are you gonna be doing this fine Friday? Still no chance you’ll hit up Moody’s with me?

I’m sure. Good luck with that, I do hope that you make peace with it sooner rather than later. I know that life without me’s so grim, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to move on eventually. Try not to write too many songs about how heartbroken you are - two should be the maximum, otherwise it’s just sad. Maybe if you’ve got nothing else going on in your life you do, but I have plenty going on. Unlikely’s an understatement, so I’m sure your night’s going to be as dull as ever, but much more uncomfortable. Hitting up anywhere with you is the absolute last thing I’d ever waste my time doing. 

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Why do I have to do that? I just say what’s on my mind. It’s worked for me for the first twenty years of my life. Joke’s on you cause I got a ton of offers so far. My dick pancakes are famous around here. Why do you gotta hate on them?

Because what’s on your mind is idiotic and embarrassing, I’m trying to do my good deed for the week and help you. Has it worked for you though? Because, from where I’m standing, you’re one of the biggest losers in Mohrsville and that’s never going to change, unless you change... everything about yourself, really. Offers from the other losers of Mohrsville? Shocking. You’ve all got to stick together, don’t you? Otherwise you’ll have no one, and that’d just be sad. 

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I’m not usually one for Halloween or whatever, but this year I decided to do it up. Mostly because I want to drink booze and make out with pretty people and we’ve decided that costumes are mandatory, or whatever. Anyway, I’m fucking ready to blow you all away. It might not be sexy like all you cheerleaders, but big bet that it’s going to be nerdy and realistic AF. I’ve got priorities, people.

I’m mostly kidding. My priorities are to drink a bunch of beer, dance with friends, and make out with hot people. If you want to do any of those things with me, hit me up on Saturday my dudes.

My priorities are actual priorities, like winning Prom Queen and getting into the Ivy league school of my choosing, but good luck with yours. I’m sure they’ll be easy to accomplish.

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I figured I’d save my more creative costume ideas for this weekend, and just went ahead and put a little makeup on to look like a cat last night. Cat ears too, because obviously. Anyway, so it was only to answer the door to trick or treaters — who all looked freaking rad as usual, FYI — so, it wasn’t a huge deal. Big deal or not, though, I’m paying for it today. Makeup remover wipes, micellar water, good old fashioned soap, etc., apparently aren’t touching those cat whiskers. So if y’all see me before it fades, just know I totally put it there, and I haven’t accidentally brewed a batch of polyjuice potion and pulled a second year Hermione Granger… It just doesn’t want to come off. By the way, y’all, speaking of Hermione, all of the Harry Potter movies are officially on Netflix. Who else is binging?

Thank you for that incredibly detailed recap of your Halloween, I’m sure none of the information could’ve been spared. Here’s a tip: rather than waiting for it to fade, why not cover it up? Foundation and concealer go a long way. I’ve never been a fan of Harry Potter, but for some reason it seems to be one of those things that are never going away, so I guess I’ll never stop hearing about it.

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I really hope I’m not the only one who’s not interested in doing any of that scary, haunted Halloween stuff. I’m happy eating my pancakes, thank you very much. The spookiest I plan on getting is watching that new Goosebumps movie.

I’m also uninterested in all Halloween-related activities. My parents were never fans of the holiday, as they were convinced it was a celebration of the Devil and his followers, so dressing up isn’t something I ever really did. Though Goosebumps movies are probably just as unappealing. I suppose it’s just another weekend of living in the most disappointing town in America for me. 

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i have spent the whole day thinking…it was Friday!Someone just stay home with me tomorrow? I’m way to bummed to go to school,even for you know one day.I have onzies ,candy and all eight of the Harry Potter movies!

While I’d love to spare myself, and not have to deal with a bunch of morons for one day less, I refuse to miss out on a day of practice. It’s my responsibility as head cheerleader, and I’d never dream of letting the squad down. Judging by all of the people who’ve already thrown away their futures, and have ensured that they’ll be staying in Mohrsville for the rest of their lives, finding company shouldn’t be too difficult. 

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Fuck those spooky pancakes, if you’re down for a good time and good fuck, hit me up on Saturday. I’m a better chef than just about everyone at Tiffany’s. I can even make dick shaped pancakes. Or waffles, whatever you’re feeling. Or meat curtains. Whatever tickles your pickle.

Do you even think about what you’re saying before you speak, or are you actually willing to say whatever revolting thought pops into your head? I doubt anyone’s going to take you up on that offer.