#queue fabray

[tenaciousq]

brittsxpierce said: Aren’t you, me, and San a threesome?

Of course, B. But I think they were asking like, which two people I would want to hook up with at the same time. 

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headcanon 02: PRIDE - healing

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Quinn started seeing a therapist after her sophomore year at Yale. It was a major adjustment for her, sitting in front of a stranger and telling them all the things that sometimes made her feel crazy. She was used to keeping those inside. But Quinn powered through it, no matter how uncomfortable it was. She learned that she wasn't as crazy as she thought. She was just broken, and that was okay. Most people were broken. She could heal. 

She learned that her past wasn't responsible for her choices. Having a bad day didn't mean she could take it out on other people. Sleeping with someone she just met wasn't excused because of her daddy issues. It didn't matter if she felt fat on a particular day. She didn't get to make someone else feel that way too. It wouldn't actually make her feel any better. 

As much as Quinn would have loved to pack up her therapist and drag them to California, that was obviously impossible. She found a new one of the west coast, but kept her New Haven therapist on speed dial, just in case she might need an emergency Skype session.

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👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

PUT A 👍 IN MY ASK IF YOU LIKE HOW I PLAY MY MUSE

OH, STOP IT. ThANK YOU SO MUCH <3 You’re honestly the cutest ever, bless you. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU <3

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PUT A 👍 IN MY ASK IF YOU LIKE HOW I PLAY MY MUSE

OH, STOP IT. ILYSM <3 Srsly, thank you. Can we talk about how jealous I am @ how good you are at literally every character you’ve ever played? There’s some srs skills involved, especially juggling so many charries at once. #madskillz. ily <3

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PUT A 👍 IN MY ASK IF YOU LIKE HOW I PLAY MY MUSE

I LOVE YOU. THANK YOU. Real talk, can we talk about my never dying love for Varen for a second? Because???????? perfection?????? All your muses are fabulous tbh, I am very jealous of your skills. Thank you!! 

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Put a ~ in my ask and I will generate a response from my muse

“Be there at six, no arguments.”

[differentquinn-blog]

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SEND ME ☟ FOR MY MUSE TO TURN BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, WITH ONLY THE MEMORIES THAT LEAD UP TO THAT AGE.

Quinn liked to tell herself that she was sat on the bleachers watching the football team practise because she used to be so heavily involved in the sport, what with having to cheer them on every game. However, in reality, a heavily pregnant Quinn was actually finding it hard to take the ‘short’-cut across the fields without getting out of breath. 

Fed up with life, Quinn sighed. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be the quarterback’s girlfriend, homecoming queen, and school royalty — things she’d worked so hard for. She wasn’t supposed to be the pathetic pregnant glee club loser that everyone saw her as. She had so much going for her, yet it was all ruined by one stupid, drunken mistake. But glee was all she had now, and she’d say it would be hard to complain, but looking at the mess she called her life, it really wasn’t hard to think of things to complain about.

Knocked out her thought bubble by a football flying passed her face, nearly hitting her, Quinn blinked. “Hey!” she shouted, anger seeping out of her as she tossed the ball back at the football player she never cared to learn the name of.“Am I invisible?! Watch it!” – Quinn was exactly that though, invisible. Irrelevant. Unimportant. 

“No offence, Fabray, but it’s pretty hard to miss you right now,” he spat back with a smirk, his friend then high-fiving him with a grin. 

Quinn would be lying if she said she wasn’t used to remarks like that by now. 

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SEND ME ☟ FOR MY MUSE TO TURN BACK INTO THEIR YOUNGER SELF, WITH ONLY THE MEMORIES THAT LEAD UP TO THAT AGE.

At the risk of getting caught doing something they shouldn’t be, Quinn Fabray’s new found group of friends, The Skanks, tended to hang out in the more secluded parts of town. Whether they were tormenting younger members of the public, smoking, or stealing alcohol, it was best for them to keep their heads down and stay low. In all honesty, Quinn wasn’t used to these parts of town, what with coming from a fairly upper class, well-respected family, and now she was hanging out in the parts of the town that were — as Santana would say — the wrong side of the tracks. 

After absent-mindedly running a hand through her newly dyed pink hair, Quinn irritatedly rummaged through her tattered black bag for one of the many lighters she knew were usually lurking in the bottom of her bag. “Shit,” she muttered, setting her back down on the pavement and shoving the unlit cigarette into her mouth to free both hands, now able to rummage more effectively. As she tossed around her bag in an attempt to find a lighter, the badges on it jangled together. Getting more and more irritated at the state of the inside of her purse, Quinn straightened up and kicked the bag in irritation before looking up to see a blonde boy standing a fair distance away. Grumpily slinging the bag back over her shoulder, pissed off that none of the other Skanks were around to light her cigarette, she approached the boy. “Hey,” she called, in a not exactly polite manner, now holding the smoke between two fingers. “You got a light?”