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[mckinleysquinn]

text: open

Quinn: I’m thinking about getting curtain bangs- tell me it /isn’t/ a mistake?

[skanksammy]

Sam → Open (accidental text all)

Sam: YOOO QUINN! Do you think I could borrow some of ur fancy soap? I used all mine last night to bubble up my bod for that party and now I smell like butt

Sam: Also, did you say something to Britt about being nice to me? We hung out and she didn't even kick me in the nutz. You must be a MASTER at the scissor Olympics so like.. thanks! Congrats on your sex for YOU and cousin bonding time for me! :D

Sam: It's Sammy btw ♥

[heightspuckerman]

I know I’ve been pretty MIA for the last week or so, but I just thought I’d give the other single or not dudes around campus a chance at picking up. This is your official notice that the shark is back in his territory and on the prowl. You have been warned. 

[mckinleyxclarington]

As many of you have already heard, thanks to my running mate’s brilliant announcement, I am running for president in the upcoming MHU election along with Santana Lopez as my vice-president. As you think about your choice in candidates these next few days, think about what this school needs. Santana said it best when she pointed out that this campus needs leadership and right now, only one pair of candidates can really give you that. Neither Santana nor myself are the types to back down and together, we are prepared to represent the school as a whole. 

 At the end of the day, every student can rest assured that they are represented by two leaders willing to make the voices of their constituents heard. McKinley Heights University needs leaders and if you vote Clarington/Lopez, that’s exactly what you’ll get. Sure, vending machine snacks are delightful, but how delightful will that rice krispy treat taste when you’re exhausted and no one will listen to what really matters to you?

[masonmontclair]

Mason scanned the unfamiliar plaza he found himself in. The vibrant colours of the buildings and flowers caught his eye, but he stayed vigilant. By the look of the infrastructure this town seemed to be centuries old, like the ones he came across in Europe. “This can’t be America,” he thought. “Where are ya, Mason?”

He stepped further into the square and approached the fountain. He leaned over the edge and looked at his reflection in the water. He looked healthy, noting the pink colour in his cheeks and lips. The last time he caught himself in a reflection he was pale and gaunt. 

He suddenly heard footsteps behind him and looked around. He observed people wandering throughout the plaza who seemed just as confused by the area as he was. Mason froze up, awkwardly glancing over at the strangers and anticipating the answer for his existence in this odd place.

[estherlinley]

Esther stood at St. Michael’s square, not quite believing her eyes. Surely this wasn’t hell, but it didn’t seem like heaven either. She noticed someone standing behind her and turned around, “Oh, hello. I’m Esther, I don’t have any directions for you as I have no idea where I am, but...well I’m sensing that all this isn’t hell at least.”

[alanawalker]

Taking in the sum of St. Michael’s square was more than a little disorienting- the abrupt replacement of soft forest undergrowth with cobblestones and quaintly constructed buildings. It felt a little like mock towns constructed in amusement parks- where people hawked ice cream cones and bags of bright cotton candy. Just a touch artificial. 

Alana’s gaze flickered around the area, attempting to puzzle it all together and make sense of it. The last strong recall she had was of catapulting towards the bottom of the forest bluff- and this was... certainly not it. 

It took her awhile to compose herself, terse lipped and shoulders tense. “Excuse me,” she said, having approached the closest person at hand- “do you have any idea where we are?”

[silver-tongued-supreme]

Hey there! Are these your puppies? Because if not I’m taking em