#tgobree

[greasemonkey-ryder-blog]

breeaser replied to your photo “↳ INSTAGRAM: @SuperRyGuy uploaded a new photo Happy February ↳ 117...”

I'm judging you so hard right now.

Aw c’mon. I’ve been told I look good shirtless. I thought this would be a treat for the ladies. 

[hickeybyjake-blog]

Stand By Me || Brake

TAGGING → Jake Puckerman and Bree Tanner TIME FRAME → Friday night, sometime after midnight LOCATION → Abandoned train tracks somewhere in the Southside GENERAL NOTES → Jake winds up at the place where it all began and end, bumping into an old friend turned enemy...or so he thought. WARNINGS → None atm

Jake had reached his ‘so over it’ quota for...the year at this point. Between Sebastian turning him into a lackey and then totally ratting him out, Marley messing with his head and now super pissed at him, and Ryder going from brother to rival, Jake couldn’t do it anymore. Literally everything was falling apart around him, and as much as he wanted to do something about it, he couldn’t. What sucked the most was that he had no one to talk to. Not even him mom who he’d been fighting for this entire time. He could laugh at how well Sebastian’s plan worked and that he was getting everything he deserved. Sighing loudly, Jake pushed himself off of his bed. He was not about to sit in his room and mope all week. Screw that. Reaching under his bed, Jake pulled out his scooter and turned to leave, glaring at the hard to escape from window that was totally ruining his running away.

He told himself that he didn’t care if his mom and step-dad heard him leaving late into the night, but he still took his shoes off, opened his room door as quiet as possible, and closed it just the same before gliding across the floor, down the stairs, and out of the front door without making so much as a peep. With his mission completed, Jake felt way more awesome than he would have just climbing out of the window.

Opening up the scooter, Jake jumped on it and started to ride in the middle of the street letting his mind wander. By the time he stopped, he realized that being alone with his thoughts majorly sucked. And that going for a ride didn’t help at all. Just as he was about to get back on his first vehicle to get back home, Jake hesitated and looked around. Did he really ride all the way to the Southside? He knew it was late but to not have someone knock him on his ass the second he crossed over shocked him. Picking up his scooter, Jake started to walk, letting his feet drag him down a familiar path that eventually led him to a set of abandoned train tracks that went on forever. Laying down, Jake closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “God, this sucks.”

[greaseknuckledani-blog]

FMK Santana, Bree, Sarah

At least you gave me proper conquests on this one. And since I got yelled at so much last time, I’m changin’ the K. So there.

(F)uck: Santana. Stick with what you know and what’s damn good, right?(M)arry: Sarah. We’re practically family anyway.(K)iss: Bree. She’s cute and cracks me up.

( @thesnixtanalopez, @greaserprincesspuckerman, @breeaser)

[staceyevans-blog1]

breeaser replied to your photo: “†³ INSTAGRAM: @staceyevans uploaded a new photo Going to my first /big/...”:

Girl, look at that body. This is A+.

Bree! Coming from you that’s quite the compliment and you look hot, as always! I don’t know how you do it.

[socialsebastian]

CLOSED [BRAWL]

2017 would be the year; the year that Socials and Greasers bridged the divide, and Lima, Ohio, would, slowly but surely, shy away from decades of segregation. Or so Sebastian Smythe had made the city believe by inviting the city's youth from both the North and the South to congregate under the same roof for what he advertised to be a night of fun. Though it had never been specified who would be having the fun. Sebastian did not bother to look over his shoulder at Sam, the alibi he had left behind in favor of the inevitable chaos that had begun inside. He trusted that Santana and Jake had done what they had been blackmailed to do, and if they hadn't, they had both been made aware of the wrath they would face, as well as the consequences that came hand in hand with it. Taking a deep breath as he approached the doors of the Concert Hall, Sebastian prepared himself to put on the act of the New Year, to pretend that he had no idea what had occurred inside, and he had no hand in it. By the time he had reached the main room where he had left the party-goers to mingle, the celebratory cheering that he had once heard had been silenced. It was when his eyes traveled to the stage where he had expected to see the victim he had chosen, Marley Rose, that the silence turned into laughter. There the Greaser stood in all her glory, covered in a concoction of grease and motor oil. It took everything in Sebastian's power to resist the grin that pulled at the corner of his lips. First, a sense of accomplishment washed over the Social, followed by a surge of power. Jake and Santana had done as they had been told and the humiliation had been successful. However, Sebastian hadn't expected his joy to end so abruptly...