#quinnson

[digital-roots]

Every word I say is kindling

But the smoke clears when you're around

[modern-sybil]

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go

Check out my AU of how Margo and Alice fall in love! 

I started with these two moodboards, one from Margo’s point of view and the other from Alice’s! (thank you @kickassfu and @assuredentropy for helping me get the moodboards just right!!)

This is the backstory for the established Margo/Alice relationship in my Quentin/Eliot and Julia/Kady fic “I Saw You Standing There”  and it is a slowburn!! It is still being written, but I will be updating regularly until it is done. 

I hope you love reading it as much as I am loving writing it!

[digital-roots]

My girls my lovely girls

Reference picture for the first drawing from me and my buddy brine having fun in roblox under the cut :3

I was kayla, paw was svenja

[modern-sybil]

So my google drive is calling me out...

So I open it on my lunch hour to work on the fanfic that is my favorite child as I eat a bagel, and I’m greeted with this:

Oh, I do, do I? I mean, this fic is so much of my baby I work on it every day thru my break so I guess that’s fair. Still think the google machine could just @ me instead of being passive aggressive af. But whatever. It’s convenient.

BUT THEN. THEN I get called into a meeting and don’t get the chance to actually make any edits.

SO I OPEN IT LATER ON:

Fine, okay? I get it. I have a problem. XD

But she’s my baby of a fic and I love her and need to give her lots of attention, okay??

Link to the fic Google keeps passive aggressively @ -ing me about.

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MASON MCCARTHY

           radio dj for a christian rock station            starving artist in the heart of queens            break-up songs 1: engagement status: 0

Mason’s finally caught wind that Madison has finally settled down in the city. He hasn’t seen her since their graduation party eight years prior, save for one time at a gig where he thinks he saw her but he’s not entirely sure (spoiler alert: he did). Anyway, he doesn’t know if he should reach out or wait for her to come to him or what. It’s a stressful time to be a McCarthy, that’s for sure.

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[nicholasjohn]

"You make a good pillow."

“That’s what they tell me!”

Okay, so… on the real, nobody had ever told Mason McCarthy he made a good pillow in his life. Not even Madison and they’d spent, like, a ridiculous amount of time sharing a bed before their parents intervened to force them to sleep in separate bunks at the embarrassing age of twelve. He just really needed to sound somewhat experienced now that by an honest to goodness miracle he managed to find himself under the covers with Quinn Fabray.

She didn’t seem to remember recruiting him for Glee a few years back but he remembered the way his jaw dropped with the first roll of her hips in that alumni uniform.  Mason started cheering as a toddler and he had never seen anyone work a skirt that well. Holy smokes!

He recognized her right away when she returned to McKinley to help Rachel and Kurt resurrect the New Directions. Madison subscribed to every cheerleading magazine in the country and he had admittedly swiped any issue with Quinn in it from her collection to hide underneath his mattress.

No way did he ever imagine he’d bump into her while trying to find his first lecture at Yale. At first he wanted to run and hide in a bathroom when she apparently had no idea who he was… but that faded as soon as she started to flirt with him. Did seniors ever waste their time on freshmen?

They had gone to dinner a few times since then and often found excuses to enjoy each other’s company after classes. She gave him pointers on how to make it through his first year and he gave her a much needed break from taking everything way too seriously. It was an unlikely match made in heaven.

The kind of match that could easily ignite now that she had boldly joined him in bed after a night she spent teaching how to take a shot of tequila with lime and salt. His arm slid around her waist as soon as she seemed comfortable with her head on his chest and her hand low on his stomach, fingers barely grazing the skin that peeked out with his shirt riding up.

“You know,” he whispered, “they do make full body pillows these days.”

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