#msfcbray

[tremulousalto-blog]

   "You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

                                                                                     fabrevans aesthetic as requested by @msfcbray

[tremulousalto-blog]

       ❝ She wanted to leave. I loved her too much to make her stay. ❞

[awesomegaydar-a]

       “ highlight of MY day? ” she says, letting her jacket hang on the edge of their couch before she takes a seat on the kitchen counter, crossing one leg over the other. she prefers to watch than be an active participant (santana’s found a liking to OBSERVING quinn more often than not, but she’s not sure what it means yet). “ tripped this racist douchebag on a skateboard, scraped his knee on the pavement -- someone got it on video so i’m sure its gonna make it on youtube some day. what about yours?” @msfcbray

[devilinarcddress-blog]

continued from x with @msfcbray

Santana looked expectantly at Quinn as she waited for the words to follow. She’d demanded the truth, && when she got it there was nearly no satisfaction. Seeing the small eye roll made her throw her hands out in annoyance. “Really?” This wasn’t a joke to her, but it WAS becoming a little funny. Her usual bad bitch behavior was being stumped by jealousy of all things. If that couldn’t be laughed about, it’d have to be seriously looked at. Which was not what she wanted. No need to look into her deeper feelings for Quinn, not right now. 

“Fine, I understand that. You know I respect YOUR dream, --- but I don’t respect THEIRS.”

[tremulousalto-blog]

                                                                                                                             @msfcbray​

       Sam was worried. And antsy. He’d been that way all Friday too, after Quinn had told him to go over to her house the next day. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that when your girlfriend told you she wanted to talk it wasn’t good. He was just hoping it wasn’t too bad. Like, I’m breaking up with you because you can’t please me in bed bad. Or something. 

He had noticed she was sad, acting weird, the past week. But he’d thought it had nothing to do with him. He was obviously wrong. His mind was going wild with all the possible scenarios, all of them ending with Quinn breaking up with him. Either because he was not good in bed, they had done it once and he had thought he had been ok but he could be wrong, or because she’d found someone else or because she was moving away. Everything was possible and he just wanted to know.

And so he knocked on her door, knowing her parents were away in some work event in Cincinnati. He put his hands in his jean pockets, resisting the urge to knock again. The house was silent, so he knew she’d heard if she was inside. Which she was.

[imjustliketinkerbell-blog]

                    ❝ Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness ❞

                                                                                                                                                 @msfcbray

[pulliingfocus-blog]

☆┊ @msfcbray ♥’d 

         ❛ save it, quinn. i’m doing the topless scene and that’s that. ❜

[imjustliketinkerbell-blog]

@msfcbray liked this for a Valentine’s starter 💕

            “This is so romantic, Quinn. Isn’t it romantic?” The castle had been full of hearts too, but Hogsmeade looked even more breathtaking than Hogwarts. It was all so pretty. And Rachel was happy she could share it with Quinn. That they were fine. Better than fine. She held to Quinn’s arm tighter, smiling up at her. “We’re going to have a great time, I can feel it.”