it's a metaphor.

rachel berry. twenty-five. actress.

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TEXT ✉ HUNTCHEL

HUNTER: So you break mine to protect yours. A burden I happily bare as long as it means that your precious heart remains in tact.

HUNTER: The boys in high school are just that. Boys. They intimidate easily. Men, on the other hand, do not. Even so, I can assure you, had we been in school together there is no doubt in my mind that I would have swept you off your feet.

HUNTER: I believe you and I both know that experience speaks louder than words on a letter. In fact, I believe I should be in charge of said recommendation letters from this point on.

Rachel: Ugh, Hunter. Stop trying to make me fall back in love with you. Because I think we both know you're trying to sweep me off my feet no matter how old we are.

Rachel: Will you alphabetize said letters? Or are you just jealous they exist?

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DM -> PUCK

puck: how about you show me that WAP isn't trash

puck: oh right yeah she's good too

Rachel: ...

Rachel: That was a terrible line.

Rachel: I'm disappointed in this coming from the guy who in part sang Trap Door.

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Madison ✉ Rachel

MADISON: Honestly it's really not.

MADISON: You can shake trees for money, or fish, or catch bugs, or sell furniture you've made and crafting materials too.

MADISON: I'm just impatient.

Rachel: Bitch get to shaking those trees!

Rachel: You'll build up more arm muscles that way.

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sebastiansmytheofficial​:

Let me begin by congratulating you on your win. It was very much deserved. You were incredible, so I have no doubt that you have a good point there. Your talent has undoubtedly threatened many. Fortunately, they haven’t targeted you as they have others. Not yet, anyway. I wish I could be in the same boat but, unfortunately, they seem to have it out for me and have not only questioned my sexuality but had the audacity to imply that I would partake in drugs and strippers to fill my time.

Truthfully, if you were going to partake in drugs and strippers, I would hope I would at least get a call first. And some instructions on whether or not I should talk you out of such an evening. Also, have you been working out darling? Your one arm muscle looks a little bit bigger.

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artieareyouokay·:

I always figured out the hardest thing about being a writer surely had to be getting the critics’ approval. That maybe getting said approval would affect my job even if in a subconscious level. Cut to this weekend. I already have the critics’ approval and the first season of my show got way more success and recognition that I  dreamed of. The actual problem , now? I have been questioning everything I am writing and taking it to the trash at page 3 cause I keep telling myself everything I write is not in the level of a Emmy Award Wining show. Good times. 

I thought I heard The F Word got another season! I'm still waiting for the day that Andy gets past the friend zone and then gets shoved right back. It's going to be hilarious. Even if I will want to hug him.

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Madison ✉ Rachel

MADISON: No no no okay so basically the turnips are like the stock market

MADISON: STALK MARKET

MADISON: Anyway, so you can buy and sell other stuff and there's other ways to make bells, but like, the turnips are one way to do it.

MADISON: BUT it's hard to do that when the prices are CONSTANTLY lower than when you buy them!

Rachel: Is there an easier way to make bells? Because the turnips option just seems not economically efficent.

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hartlessaaron·:

Aaron was getting used to these fundraiser things, he wasn’t too good at fancy events but he’s pretty sure he was handling himself well enough so far. Even if he never enjoyed wearing suits and would much rather be here in jeans and a leather jacket, that apparently wasn’t really fundraiser appropriate. 

The drinks were great though, he could’ve gone for something stronger but he’s sure he’ll find Sebastian later tonight and get more. Which, probably wasn’t the best idea if he was to really believe the “don’t get drunk with your ex” shit he hears, but bad ideas were usually his idea of a fun time.

Currently, he was drinking some champagne and enjoying some time scouting out some new people to talk to when one came up to talk to him. Though being called Mr. Hart threw him for a loop. “I don’t think we have, just Aaron is okay though. Mr. Hart is super gross to hear.”

This was purely surreal! AJ Hart was talking to her. Her! Rachel freaking Berry! Was talking to! AJ Hart! Rachel could just die right there. But no! She had to be mature and an adult! Even if she didn’t feel like one. A smile curled on her lips when he insisted on calling him by his first name. Not his stage name but his real name. “Right! Right! Oh, of course! I’m sorry if I made this awkward.” She tried to take a deep breath. It didn’t work as well as it should have. “I’m such a huge fan,” she admitted, trying to explain her ludicrous actions.

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DM -> PUCK

Rachel: WAP is trash (as the kids call it).

Rachel: Except for Megan Thee Stallion's verse.

Rachel: It gave me pure Old School Lil' Kim vibes. I loved it!

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F2F: SEBBY

Rachel needed a buzz and she needed it immediately. This was what brought her to the front door of Sebastian Smythe with a bottle of a sweet rosé for her and a bottle of a slightly dry white wine for him. She had just tried the wine at Jesse’s home a few evenings prior and it reminded her of Sebastian. The wine tasted like it would have a smirk. It was perfect for Sebastian. With all that being said, as much as she adored Sebastian, she wanted to be buzzed. Her fingers rummaged around in her bag for her key and let herself in. “Sebby! You better be decent! I want to drink wine and bitch!”

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Madison ✉ Rachel

MADISON: Yes! To both of those answers, yes. Especially when I at first forgot what capitalist means.

MADISON: But I mean, I feel like between her and Nook, they've got a racket going on where they make sure you can never get ahead!

MADISON: I don't even NEED THESE TURNIPS! I just want the bells!!

Rachel: So wait, you have to purchase turnips to get bells?

Rachel: What kind of racket is this?!

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Madison ✉ Rachel

MADISON: Why is it that I wake up to turnip prices that are ONLY 64 FREAKING BELLS?

MADISON: I had to buy them at 106!!!!

MADISON: WHAT KIND OF ECONOMY IS THIS

Rachel: This is what's wrong with a capitalist economy! And supply and demand! And...

Rachel: Have I made it seem like I went to college yet?

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text 📲 ram

Cam: .... you’re making my knees weak.

Rachel: Makes it easier to spank you. ;)

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text 📲 ram

Cam: I love it. I'm such a bottom.

Rachel: Something about you makes me want to carry toys around in my Hermes Birkin bag.

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text 📲 ram

Cam: ... the noise I just made...

Rachel: You bring out the top in me. What can I say?

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text 📲 ram

Cam: Oh I bet that was part of it.

Cam: What would you do if I was trying to make you jealous?

Rachel: I might have to make use of my Gucci belt.

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theoneandonlyhunter·:

For the first time that entire evening, Hunter Clarington felt relief wash over him. The smile that graced his lips was no longer forced, the tension in his neck and shoulders easing ever so slightly. He turned to gaze upon the brunette that approached and wanted nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms and take her away from there. Away from the speculation, the gossip, and the dire lack of authenticity in the majority of guests around him. Yet he managed to restrain himself from doing so and only approached her to slip the flute of champagne into her hand. He knew she had every reason to avoid him, to keep a safe distance what with his questionable reputation at the moment but the fact that she was there made him care about her all the more. “I don’t believe it’s possible to be more in love with you than I am at this moment,” he stated with a grin, his gaze gently sweeping over her petite form. “You look stunning, as always.” After a brief moment he took a step closer, his grin slipping slightly, “I appreciate your efforts to display your loyalty but you and I are more than aware that eyes are everywhere, dear. I don’t want you to be branded a woman in support of a man capable of doing horrendous things.”

She liked seeing Hunter with a smile. It was at least a 86% chance he had not been smiling too much and he had such a lovely smile. Gracefully, she took the flute from him, her fingers brushing against his. There was a small odd flutter he caused when she noticed his roaming eyes. There was always something about Hunter that made her think twice. Was it because she still had memories of the night they spent together? Sure, it was after quite a bit of alcohol, but it was still fun, right? There was a part of Rachel (one that she would never admit out loud, or to Hunter) that wondered if he even remembered it. Or thought about it. Or wanted to do it again while sober. Ugh, her mind was flooding with too many thoughts again and she just wanted to be in the moment. "Oh Hunter," she cooed. "If my manager or publicist has a problem with me talking to you during a charity event then I think I need to get a new one." She took a sip of the champagne and then pointed a finger at the fighter. "Plus, from what I understand, you were being noble to Sebastian. You helped him not have his drunkeness be captured on film."

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text 📲 ram

Cam: Yeah, of course I remember it.

Rachel: That was the idea. Well, not the main idea of the evening, but certainly an idea.