#tgoryder

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 Ryder

Marley: Ry, can I ask you a question? It's a weird sort of question but I feel like you're the only one I can ask that'll give me an honest answer and not just a 'it's for your own good' answer.

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 RYDER

Marley: Ry Guy! I have a very important question for you, well two. #1) How are you feeling? And #2) Was the Superman chocolate in your valentine's package actually House of El crest shaped? Because if not I feel ripped off

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 RYDER

MARLEY: Ryder...Ryder please be okay. Please please be okay I mean you have to be okay right, surely you'll be fine...You're Ryder Lynn, the literal Superman of course you'll be okay right?

MARLEY: I love you...please Ry, you have to be okay.

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[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 Ryder

Marley: Instead of asking if you're going to participate I'm going to ask a new question...When is this supposed to be happening?

[hopelessly-sandradee]

TEXT⇨📧 Ryder

Marley: Jake told me you guys are stuck with Sebastian...I know it might not mean much but don't forget that I believe in you and I think you're the most super guy ever!

Marley: #TeamSuperRyGuy! Is that how hashtags work? Well you get it

[greasetanalopez]

NEED A HAND?

The energy at the Bus Stop was electric. The crowd was pumped and cheering as the fight began but Santana? She remained unfazed by it all. A group of guys blocked her view and she couldn’t bring herself to be bothered. For once, she didn’t need to be involved. She didn’t need to be taking any last minute bets. She was free to simply be. Which brought on the question of why she was here when she could have been at home, relaxing. Then she spotted the ‘why’ out of the corner of her eye. Puck. She was here to support his friend’s endeavors. And it was exactly that thought that kept her from calling it a night.

Resigning herself to another night full of bloodshed, Santana leaned back against the concrete wall and waited. One round. Two. She didn’t know how long the fight continued on but once it was over, the crowd quickly dispersed. And she would have followed suit if the sight of a familiar boy didn’t have her hesitating. Ryder looked... awful. This was the worst part of this whole gig. The bloody aftermath.

She didn’t know what drove her to do it. Usually, she would let the fighters take care of themselves. After all, it was their fault that they were in their situation, to begin with. But she couldn’t just turn her back. Especially when she had nothing against Ryder. In fact, he was one of the good guys. Someone that would easily help her if she needed. And it was that realization that had her moving towards him. “Looks like you had a rough night, slugger,” She stated calmly once she was near. “Think you’re good to move? We should try and find Marley so she can help patch you up.”

[puckthenorthside-blog]

’ beer for breakfast there, puck? ’

Puck looked over his shoulder at Ryder, a grin pulling at the corner of his lips before he proceeded to take a drink from the beer can in his hand, “Hell yeah, man. Pretty sure this stuff has yeast in it and so do pancakes, so like, it’s kinda like I’m eating pancakes for breakfast by drinking a cold one. And my moms always said that a good breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” Propping his feet up on one of the worn down tables that the lot had to offer, Puck used his free hand to pat the top of the cooler next to him, “You want one? If not, I’m doing better than you, kid.”

[bsocialpierce-blog]

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I don’t find any Socials attractive so I can’t say...

Then you’re really super blind, cause a lot of us are hot.