Damn, why are there so many characters we have together? I’m crying. I’m not even sure I got them all, and I left off the Zone M ones because I’m not sure our characters are good enough friends to have favorite pics of each other. Sorry.
Preston Calvert:
“There are a lot of way hot pictures of my wife, but the most beautiful has got to be after our first night together. It wasn’t the first night we boned, but just the first time we fell asleep together and woke up together and….I felt like maybe it was the first time that we could maybe be in love. Plus, she looks gorgeous. And it’s not like I could pick a favorite picture without me in it.”
Rachel Berry
“I’m the luckiest girl I know. Not everyone can get someone beautiful and wonderful to love them forever, especially not someone as problematic as me. While I am talented and worthwhile, I also know I can be a handful. My fathers aren’t shy about saying so. However, I suppose it just took more than two hands to care for me. It’s not fair that, while the world has such a short supply of perfect people, I took two. Then again, I’ve always been selfish, so it’s not like it’s a huge surprise. When they sent me a joint selfie from behind the scenes of my first show, I knew I was in love. I’m just glad I have enough for both of them, because they deserve the world.”
Mike Chang [of UT because why not]
“I knew moving in together was a great idea. Our first night together and she’s already providing me with pictures perfect for my Instagram. Fun, cute, and all in my face - it’s the perfect summation of Sugar. I wonder what else living together will bring. Only good, I’m sure.”
Carter Ashford
“Char’s the coolest girl I know while also still being a total downer about everything. It’s like we can’t spend a whole weekend without studying or thinking about our future or fighting good versus evil style. Everyone knows she’s serious, but it’s kind of bomb that she lets me see her more relaxed and chill. That also happens to be when she’s at the peak of her hot.”
Mike Chang [aka Hades]
“My queen of the underworld has always been the light of my existence. Even here and now, when she’d rather be behind the camera than in front of it, she shines. Effervesces. And when shes’ around flowers, that’s when you can really see her glow.”
Mason McCarthy
“Gosh. I have a million pics of Madison that I love! One of the many fringe benefits of living together all our lives, you know. Literally. The one I’m loving the most lately though is the one she Instagrammed after the wedding. It was ridiculous amounts of fun. We love going to weddings and I couldn’t have asked for a better-coordinated date. We even got to show off our prized sibling-dance routine! But the best part is how much fun she was having. I always love Mads, but I love her the most when she’s smiling, because that’s when we look alike the most.”
Mike Chang, producer of iBritt
“Every time Santana smiles in a photograph, she beats me up seconds after it’s taken. Seriously. It’s like a science. Even when we first started iBritt and I was barely anyone to her. Still, it’s impossible to deny the camera loves her. Always has, always will. Anyway, this is the first shot I ever got of her where she was genuinely smiling. Not I-will-kill-you-in-your-sleep smiling, or even I’m-tolerating-you-but-as-soon-as-we’re-alone-I’m-going-to-pummel-you, but a real, sincere, you’re-kind-of-alright-Chang smile. And I’m proud to say I got that first moment on film, forever.”
Mike Chang [of Honeybee]
“Caught the bae sleeping. But seriously, this is the only photo I have of her that isn’t posed while her giving me those Fabray eyes. It’s just a girl who waited in the seats until my final audition was finally done. Before, that much dedication might have freaked me out, but now? I don’t know. It’s nice to know she cares. And since I took this pic, I guess I care too.”
ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years
Going back to New York was always a whirlwind of emotion. Even though Mike had found success running a dance-company in California (a good use of both of his majors, as his father always liked reminding him), his true home had been the Big Apple. He grew up there until college in Texas, and it was where he’d met Sugar Motta, the love of his life…platonically, at least. They hadn’t seen as much of each other lately, what with his move westward, but she held a special place in his heart as the person who knew him best.
A part of him wasn’t too sure he wasn’t still somewhat in love with her. He certainly hadn’t moved on. Not that it mattered.
A bigger part of him kept a look out for her every time he went back to visit family in New York. He hadn’t been lucky yet. Or unlucky. Whatever.
His father’s latest celebration was a big one, so Mike packed up his bags and visited home for a weekend. Like every last time, Sugar wasn’t there, and the disappointment was palpable. He ditched the party early, opting to go to a bar for a drink before crashing at his hotel.
It only took ten seconds into the club to see her.
There she was, loud and beautiful and full of life like she’d always been, and more capable of promoting emotion in his heart than anything else. Without thinking, Mike ran to the dance floor, gliding around her in his special dancy way. He reached out to take one of her hands in the air and spun her around before dipping her dramatically. It was then that their eyes met.
“Hey,” he mouthed in the loudness of the club, holding Sugar’s gaze for one more moment before lifting her and continuing on their dance as though they’d never stopped.
☁: Our muses go sledding. ✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight. ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together.↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
I’m just doing all of yours at once and it’ll take forever mkay bai
☁: Our muses go sledding. [ can i just skip this one idk what sledding is mkay i've never seen snow or know what to do with it ]
"Get behind me," Mike laughed, sitting at the front of the sled. The Changs and Mottas had taken a family vacation to the Swiss Alps, and while the kids were too young to ski, they were never too young to sled. "And hold on tight!" He lowered his snow goggles, waited to make sure Sugar was behind him, and they kicked off the edge, hurtling down a steep snowy hill. She screamed and he screamed, and by the time they'd reached the bottom in a snowy pile, it took only seconds for them to run back up, shouting "Again, again!"
✉: Your muse hits mine with a snowball in order to start a snowball fight.
"Hey, Vamp." Manimal's self-assured voice rang out like a bell, the animalistic tones warping it into something almost threatening. "Do you want to build a snowman?" With that, he took the packed snow nearby, turned into a Gorilla, and hurled the 270-pound snowball at the unsuspecting villain. She was going down. He was yelling timber.
ϟ: Our muses bake Christmas cookies together.
Karma rummaged through her parents's disorganized baking equipment, scrunching up her nose at a particularly crusty pan. "Okay, do they ever clean around here?" she asked indignantly, not waiting for a response from her best friend before going to check another cabinet. "This place is a dead house." She turned to Amy, pouting. "I just want a sugar cookie shaped like a snowman! It shouldn't be this hard. How else are we going to kick off our winter movie wonderland without appropriate snacks?"
↺: Our muses doing something holiday-themed with their kid(s).
Mike walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, arms stretched wide to show off his tweed jacket. The baby laughed, but his wife was far less amused. "You said it was time for the Christmas card photo!" he protested. "And I told you almost a year ago that we were going tweed. Isn't that right, Princess?" he cooed to their baby, who clapped with glee.
"You really don’t have to get me anything this year."
"I know," Rachel murmured, shrugging her shoulders. The blonde girl was particularly beautiful in white. "But I was getting something for Michael and I assumed it'd be unequal to not get something for you as well. As a token of good faith." She smiled at Quinn, glad that their fighting had been long over. All it had taken was meeting in person, really. "We're kind of friends, huh?" Rachel asked hopefully, eyes wide. "That's all I wanted for Christmas this year."
"Do we really have to go to your parents’ house for Christmas?"
"Yes, we really do," Mike sighed. "They haven’t seen us in a while and besides, apparently they have something for the baby. I know my parents aren’t the most fun people in the world, but they miss their daughter-in-law so can you just - okay?"
"Let’s just sit in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies all day."
"It’s the first day of December," Cater protested before snuggling down next to Charlie on the sofa anyway. "But fine. I like seeing you all casual anyway. As long as we start with Nightmare Before Christmas. Oh! Or Die Hard!" he laughed, glad to be cuddling his girlfriend.
"You’re gonna become huge if you keep eating all of Santa’s cookies."
"I'm just trying to make you feel better," Mike protested, looking meaningfully at his wife's ever-growing belly. "Trying to save you the humiliation of dressing up as St. Nick this year."
"Oh, put some mistletoe on my butt and kiss it."
Mike furrowed his brow. "I'm fairly certain that the rules of mistletoe don't apply to anyone's rear, Sugar. Besides, even if I did, then I'd have to kiss whatever was below your butt, per the rules, of course."
"This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had."
Sugar was probably used to much more extravagant winter parties, with much fancier guests and much richer foods. This was a girl who probably got every gift she'd ever wanted ever. But here she was, at a simple get -together in someone's basement, laughing and drinking and having a ball. Mike felt a lump in his throat as he realized it was probably because no matter what else she'd had, it was probably the first Christmas she'd had where everyone was her friend.
"This is the worst Christmas ever."
"I know," Prince Mike agreed sadly. "But we have to stay strong. For our people. They all look to us...they all look to you, the lovely face of our kingdom." He held a hand up to her face, looking her square in the eyes. "I love you. And we will get through this invasion together. I swear it, by every God there ever was or will be."
[text]: I’m may or may not be wearing mistletoe underwear. Wanna find out for sure?
[text]: ???[text]: Amy, you don't own mistletoe underwear. You wouldn't be caught dead in mistletoe underwear.[text]: OMG THAT TEXT WAS FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND I'M SO SORRY
[text]: I made an oopsie and let’s just say we have over 500 candy canes in our apartment right now.
[text]: How do you mess up that badly?[text]: I don't even know what to tell you. Wow. [text]: Good luck cleaning that up.
[text]: I can’t believe I have to spend Christmas Eve in a hospital.
[text]: What happened? Fall off my window when trying to peek in?[text]: Shit, Quinn. You're really in the hospital. I thought you were just[text]: Never mind. Are you going to be okay?
[text]: So what if I made out with a guy dressed as Santa Claus?! I was drunk!
[text]: No sane 15 year-old would ever text that sentence. You're something else, Sugary Motta. [text]: Did that makeout sess get you off the naughty list, at least?
spoopydanyrps, i took a long time on this and you better love it, mkay? you're welcome. it's most of our ships and some stuff we've never done because yolo. Good job spamming. ♥
"Let's get married!"
"Woah, pause. I said you weren't that bad, Fabray. It might have been the nicest thing I've ever said to you, but it's not a proposal."
"You know where we should go? Vegas."
"We should, before you ditch me for the cool East coast. It'd be fun....I don't know, though. I have to check my schedule."
"Run away with me."
"Do you even hear what you're saying? I have a responsibility to you, to my parents, to my kingdom. I can't just leave because it'd feel better to be free. I'm not that selfish....how would we even do it without being seen, Princess? That's the real question."
"I'm feeling lucky. When's the next bus to Atlantic City?"
"No way. You're not blowing our money for our future child away on gambling."
"I vote we get naked."
"I don't know if that's the best idea, Sugs. Strip poker can be fun and all but Ryder's in there and...I don't know. I'm not saying I'd get jealous but....you can play, if you want. I'm tired anyway. I'm going to bed."
"Take these sunglasses and fake mustache. Pop your collar and follow me. Ask questions later."
"You are so lucky I love you, weirdo. And that I look great in fake mustaches."
"I'll buy the hotel room if you buy room service in the morning."
"With how much you'd probably spend on room service? I think I'd be better off actually buying the room!"
"Want to rob a bank?"
"Char, what did we say about your evil urges? Conceal, don't feel."
"I just picked up a book at the library about how to hot wire cars. Let's go joy riding!"
"When I suggested you go to the library, that's not what I meant, babe. And no, let's not. That's illegal."
'Beautiful? More like supermegafoxyawesomehot!''
"No. Just...no. Channing Tatum's face looks like a shovel, Sugar. A shovel. Now I'm concerned about you finding me attractive, if that's your standard."
"It was left to me by my dad, my dad that's dead. My father is dead. I have a dead father."'
"That is not what Batman sounds like, Char. Don't you dare shit on Batman if you want to stay my best friend."
'I have to fight a goat?''
"No, no. They're just...trying to measure your worth in goats. It is a completely different notion. Just try to ignore them. They're commoners anyway."
''I can't do that. I'm just a little kid!"
"I can't do that! She's disgusting! Mom, Dad, please! I'd rather marry a goat."
''Someone punched me in the face and my sense of direction got a little goofed up!"
"Right. That's a good excuse for showing up at Michael's house instead of mine for date night. And dressed in nothing but a trench coat, no less! If you like him, just tell me. I won't get angry, I promise. I couldn't be without being completely hypocritical."
"I don't want my life to be like Spiderman 3, I hated that movie."
"Really? I loved it! Emo Toby McGuire was the best Toby McGuire. But if you don't want that, there are tons of ways we could perk you up. I know! I can give you a makeover and then parade you around. We'll find you a hot girlfriend if it's the last thing we do. Then you won't have to be so glum about...you know."
"Well, the medallion says that's dumb, so we're not going to do that."
"Did you seriously buy a magic medallion from a psychic? Sugar, please tell me you're not that dumb."
"It's because he's dead you dumb motherfu…
"He's not dead! And if he is, getting vengeance for him will give me one more reason to throw you in the slammer where you belong."
"'You know, I used to think looks weren't important and now I think they're more important than anything."
"Don't say that. I didn't start liking you because you're beautiful now. I mean...I will admit it made me actually listen to you for once but....I feel so shallow, but I can't really argue."
"Actually I have heard those things about a thousand times, but never have they been told to me with so much sass.'
"I'm just speaking your language. Maybe that'll increase the chances of you actually listening to me! If you've heard those things a million times, then it's high time you actually start listening. I'm trying to be helpful; I made a list of all the vitamins you need to take, all the appointments we have, and all the supplies we're going to need, so just listen to me for once and having this baby will be a breeze!"
'''You are acting like Garfield on a Monday."
"I know. I'm being a dick, aren't I? I'm just...tired, I guess. I had a long night last night and work is driving me crazy. I'll be better, Char, I promise."
''Not everyone is perfect, like me.''
"If everyone were like you, I think I'd find another planet to live on immediately."
"How did you idiots get captured? You were invisible!"
"It's not like we meant to get captured, Sugar. Anyway, it wasn't past curfew, so we're okay for now. Maybe next time you can come into the Zone to see us."
"DANCING IS FOR PANSIES."
"YEAH, WELL, SHOPPING IS FOR SISSIES."
"So many regrets...I'm dead!"
"You're not dead, shut up. You're not going to be dead for years and years if I have anything to say about it. I know what you mean about regrets but....I don't know. If we hadn't gone through everything we wouldn't be here, right? Happy and friends? Isn't that what you wanted?"
''Shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting.''
"That's no way to talk to your husband. Our baby can probably hear you, you know. Is that what you want it to learn from you?"
''YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
"For the last name, that's not a term of affection!"
"I need to get something off my chest."
"Go for it. You're my wife now, and my queen. You can tell me anything."
"How can you tell that someone's a compulsive liar? I mean, assuming their pants aren't on fire."
"I don't know, hun. I guess if they can't look you in the eye? Why are you asking?"
"I thought I told you no."
"Come on! You can't say you won't like Lord of the Rings if you won't even try it! I watched the Notebook for you, I watched a freaking Channing Tatum marathon, at least try one movie!"
"I wouldn't say I'm crazy. Maybe an eccentric who looks good in jeans."
"I would definitely call you crazy, Char. I get what it's like to have powers. It makes you different, it makes you lonely, but that doesn't have to make you evil. Just...leave the league and come fight crime instead of causing it. Please."
"You want me to come with you to awkward class?"
"It's not awkward class. Human sexuality is a totally natural subject, and besides, now that we're everyone's favorite lesbians, it only makes sense. Please? I'll be your best friend."
"Are you a fan of delicious flavor?"
"Sugar, you're ridiculous. You know I am. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stay and eat all these admittedly delicious looking cakes with you. I've got to go back home...to my fiance. It was fun catching up but...well, fine. Maybe one piece."
"Have you ever considered changing your name to Bolt Lightning?"
"Bolt Lightning, huh? King Bolt has a nice ring to it. It definitely matches Queen Sugar better than Michael ever would."
"Let me be clear. These hands are not touching anyone. I only use these hands to touch myself. Uh...let me rephrase that."
"Alright, Sugar. That might be a little too much information to give your ex. Can I at least get back my headphone sweater so I have something to listen to while you touch yourself?"
[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?
[text]: But Amy, it's important! I lost three followers on my KarmyForever Instagram account and I need you to look over the images and tell me what I did wrong. It's an emergency.
[text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
[text]: Crime never sleeps, and neither does Carter.
[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?
[text]: I'm not saying I miss you, Fabray. Just that it wasn't so bad spending time with you and it wouldn't kill me to see you again. Don't let that go to your head now.
[text]: Is there something I should know?
[text]: I don't know. Do you count my super sexy and totally covert affair with Hester's own Liam Booker as important news? Because I do!
[text]: Let's celebrate with a rom-com marathon at your house tonight.
[text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text]: Your parents are so cool that they let you throw a party like every week. I'm in.
[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?
[text]: Not everything is a threat, Char. No, this is more of a challenge. Accept it at your own risk.
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: I repeat that it's MY FAVORITE SWEATER AND I NEED IT TO LISTEN TO MUSIC.
[text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping.
[text]: You just raided my fridge, didn't you?
[text]: -______- You're lucky you're my best friend and I'm going to let you get away with that. Just bring cookies the next time you come over and all will be forgiven. I wasn't going to eat my parent's kale salad anyway.
[text]: I’m not going with you to see that.
[text]: Of course you're not.
[text]: Tell you what. I'll go with you to your weird prenatal yoga class if you go with me to watch my documentary. We're trying to make this work, remember?
[text]: You’re dead meat.
[text]: Are you really sending me villain threats over text messages now? Just when I thought you couldn't get any lamer.
[text]: How do you feel about a threesome?
[text]: I love that idea.
[text]: I'm going to feel incredibly creepy and stupid if you weren't thinking about Michael being our third.
