Nov 22, 2015
The most badass cinnamon roll ever
I’m the cinnamon roll that could actually kill you (probably because I forgot I had toasts in the toaster and I set the kitchen on fire, but THAT STILL COUNTS).
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The most badass cinnamon roll ever
I’m the cinnamon roll that could actually kill you (probably because I forgot I had toasts in the toaster and I set the kitchen on fire, but THAT STILL COUNTS).
"Well I'm not bleeding or anything." || "You still don't believe me."
“Well I’m not bleeding or anything."
“…why would a keg stand have made you bleed? You have pretty weird expectations for a frat party. You didn’t have to do that, though – although that was pretty bad ass, I had no idea you had secret gymnastics skills in there. I’m gonna have to reconsider that ‘teaching Marley to dance’ thing now that I know.”
"You still don’t believe me.”
“Marley, you showed up at my door crying, and then as soon as I said I was going to beat the crap out of Weston for hurting you, you suddenly acted like everything was fine. Of course I don’t believe you -- I know you better than that. If I promise I won’t actually walk over to the Douchemega Chi house and punch him, will you just tell me what happened?”
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“I always do the right thing. But maybe I want to be a little crazy this time. My life has always been full speed ahead.”
“Okay, I get it, Marley. The Douchemega Chi cheated on you, you’re upset, whatever. But that doesn’t mean -- hey, no, stop! No more shots. You don’t know what your own limit is, you don’t wanna end up alcohol poisoned, or passed out around a bunch of guys you barely know, okay? I’m taking you back to the KT house. If you still want to drink until your liver’s crying once you’re there, be my guest, but if you’re going to go crazy to forget that you’re upset, you’re going to do it somewhere safe where I can keep an eye on you, got it?”
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"She’s prettier than me."
“I’d say nobody’s prettier than you, Rose, but you’ve seen me, right? Okay, joking aside -- you’ve got Carrie beat, inside and out. Sure, she’s blonde, she’s got big boobs, she’s not afraid to let the whole world see just how long her legs are, whatever. She’s just some fake sorority girl, and you’re like the second most important girl in my life, after my mom. You’re always gonna come first, no matter what the question is.”
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"Will you please be my date to prom?"
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, I get it, Marley. I'm the best dancer around, I look freaking awesome in a tux, and nobody wants to go to their senior prom alone. But... it's us, and there's history there. Wouldn't you rather ask boy twin or headphones instead?"
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Oh my god okay "Marley Rose has died" (mtg!jarley)
His mom had tried to break the news to him gently. She’d probably expected Jake to cry, or to be in shock. Instead he was angry.
She hadn’t tried to stop him when he’d stormed past her and out of the house, and later Jake might be grateful for that. Or maybe not, who the hell knew. Who the hell knew anything anymore? If he could live in a world where some asshole drunk driver could taking Marley Rose away from them supposedly made sense, then he didn’t want to understand.
Jake wasn’t even sure where he was going until he got there. He was walking in a blind rage, pissed off at the hospital for not finding a way to save her, pissed off at the guy who had been driving the car, pissed off at the whole fucking world. How was it fair? How could the best person he’d ever met be gone in the blink of an eye, with no chance to hang her diploma on the wall while her mom smiled proudly, no chance to chase her dreams, no chance to even say good-bye to all the people that loved her.
He was in the halls of McKinley High School. Only a few people there even still knew who he was, but Jake ignored the recognition in their eyes. He didn’t want their sympathy, or their pity, or their fake condolences. They didn’t know Marley like he did; they didn’t understand.
Jake stopped in front of the door to Principal Sylvester’s office.
Becky Jackson’s protests that he couldn’t go in without an appointment fell on deaf ears. There was too much blood rushing there for him to focus on anything else but the fact that he was mad, and the fact that someone had to pay for this.
In a different state of mind, Jake might have noticed that even someone who seemed as heartless as Sue seemed sad. But he didn’t have time for any other feelings; he didn’t know what to do with other feelings. Anger, though? Being pissed off? That he got.
“Fuck you,” Jake told her, spitting the words out before she even had a chance to register his presence. “This is all your fucking fault. You took her away from the place where she felt safe, you took her away from the place where we could all be together and have each other’s backs. If you hadn’t let your stupid fucking grudge against Mr. Schue get in the way, she never would have been in that school, she never would have met that guy, she never would have been in that car — “
His voice had started out at a yell. Not subtle, but since when did that matter to him? He could feel eyes boring into his back through the windows to Sue’s office, but no one else dared enter. No one else wanted to face the wrath of Jake Puckerman.
His voice cracked; he didn’t even notice the anger ebbing away or the fact that his eyes were wet now. Jake needed Sue to know what she’d done; he needed someone to pin this on, someone he could hate for the rest of his life for taking the only girl who’d ever really meant anything special to him away.
The urge to barge in and punch Sue was gone, though, and the principal stood up from her chair and rounded to the other side of her desk where Jake was. Was she kicking him out? He had more he had to say, he had more he had to yell at her for.
“If you hadn’t sent her away, she’d still be here. She was supposed to be something, she was supposed to make a difference in this fucking awful world, and now she’s just — she’s gone. She could — we could have made things better, she could have known we all still cared. If you hadn’t made her go away…”
The rest of Jake’s tangent was silenced as track-suit covered arms wrapped around him and he finally let himself break down and sob.
"…..HAS DIED." FINISH IT IN MY ASK.
marlsrp I'm crying in my office at work and it's your fault and I'm mad at you
marlsrp replied to your post: “jess or jess”
totally thought you were talking about me for a second and then I got really disappointed tbh
you're so awesome that it could totally be applicable, tbh. I don't have gifs of you but here's the next best thing: