#with-or-without-you88

[socksnstuff00]

I've just had to pop out and pick up my friend, I'll be back in three hours if you are still on at that time?

yes :) you just hit me up

[socksnstuff00]

(1) Lexa put her face in her hands in an attempt to hide the blush that had already started creeping up her neck. She couldn’t believe she had said that. She couldn’t believe she had opened the door in her underwear. Raven switched the garbage truck back on to drown out the sound of her own laughter, she knew not to push Lexa too far. They continued the rounds in an awkward silence.………………………………………………………………………………

…………………………………………………………………………………….The next day Lexa walked into the holding area for the trucks ready to start the day, she hadn’t slept properly the night before because of the image of her and her pink panties kept flitting into her mind. She was tired and irritated, so when she walked into Octavia’s office she didn’t expect to hear the tail end of what had happened the day before. Raven looked up at her guiltily, “I’m sorry Lexa, it was just too good a story not to share”. Octavia busied herself with rearranging her immaculate desk to avoid eye contact.“Let’s just hurry up and get this over with shall we” she spoke sharply, stomping her way out to sit in the truck and cross her arms stubbornly. A few minutes later Raven slipped into the truck, an apology on the tip of her tongue.“Before you apologise I suggest you don’t.” Raven just bowed her head and put the key in the ignition. She paused before slipping the truck into gear.“For what it’s worth I think she’s into you.”“Fuck you Raven”.……………………………………………………………………………………………………….Sunday came around again quicker than Lexa had hoped and by now everyone at the office knew what had happened. She found it easier to be mad than embarrassed and so had spent the week in a foul mood. As they turned onto her street,  Lexa slipped lower into her seat as they neared the Griffin house.“I can do it if you want?” Raven offered apologetically. She was met with the slam of the truck door. Lexa walked slowly checking her surroundings and seeing that her car was still parked outside, she took in a deep breath and looked down to see only one bag of trash. She was beyond furious and marched the rest of the path leading to the front door. Her fist rapped twice on the door and she waited. Lexa heard the sound of feet hitting each step on the staircase as she ran down them, a muffled “one sec” coming through the door. The sound of hands fumbling for a key. Lexa’s face was stony.When Griffin appeared she was wearing a long blue shirt, however, Lexa could see a flash of her purple panties. Lexa was annoyed that had even noticed what she was wearing. When she looked up she saw her smirking again, leaning against the door frame.“I thought I told you to separate plastics from metals last week.” She fixed her best glare upon her, but Griffin just smiled. She extended her hand and introduced herself as Clarke. Lexa was growing frustrated.“Clarke I told you last week to separate plastics from metals.”“I know” her smile brighter somehow.“If you know why haven’t you done it?”Clarke leaned closer, her smile transforming into something altogether sultry.“How else could I have gotten you back here to speak to me?”

[socksnstuff00]

Hey, so I wrote something about the trash au but it doesn't fit in with where you had left it off (I wasn't quick enough with writing it!) but I would still like to share it with you if that's ok?

of course :) we can make it fit. no worries <3

[jennamacaroni]

6,14 and 87 please! :)

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less

easy going

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

i’d like to live in the french countryside.  surrounded by wine and cheese and farmland and soccer.

87. are you outgoing or shy?

outgoing around people i’m comfortable with, shy with strangers.

[doodybean]

Some taggy thingy which i'm not sure why i'm doing it but i'm doing it anyways. Tagged by ma homie potterandholmes :)))))

Name: Kitty

Nickname: Kits, Kitkat, Queen

Birthday: 11th February (ie the best day of the fucking year)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5’7" i think but like i haven't measured myself sooo

Time zone: GMT 

Current time and date: 22.46, Tuesday 9th September 2014

Average hours of sleep I get each night: Usually somewhere around seven (totally stole this answer from you Amy, i'm not even sorry, i'm just that lazy)

First word that comes to mind: peanuts

Last thing I said to a family member: "See you tomorrow"

A place that makes me happy and why: New York, because I immediately feel like I am the only human that matters in the world and equally like i do not matter at all in the world

Number of blankets I sleep under: one to none

Favourite beverage(s): Mojitos (these will be served at my funeral, open bar)

Last movie I watched in the theatre/cinema:  Lucy, it was trippy as fuck

Three things I cannot live without: Piggy, Keanus, The Sims 3

Something I plan on learning: ASL

A piece of advice for all my followers: You are the most amazing thing that ever happened to your world

You all have to listen to this song: SHAKE IT OFF (obvs) 

ok so now that i feel like i have accomplished nothing by doing that, i'm gonna have to tag some people. ehhhhh here we go (you're welcome) whosirmesirr, with-or-without-you88, brittanaismyotpforever.

[allthrumyribs]

Fanslide Drabble

"Have A Little Faith In Me" by John Hiatt - requested by with-or-without-you88

(I took a few liberties with canon.  The magic of fan fiction. LOL)

**

You let Santana walk into your bedroom ahead of you, closing your door as softly as you can and navigating your carpeted floor like a minefield as she drops her backpack and then her Cheerios jacket before going to stand in front of your side window.  The sun is setting, casting your room in large swaths of coral hues, warming everything it touches.  Everything except for Santana.  Her posture is rigid and as you step closer, you can see the faint trembles that shake her body.  You want to go to her and hold her, everything in you aching to use your love for her to wipe away the words you have no doubt she’s replaying in her head.

Tossing your jacket onto the bed, you clasp your hands in front of you and stand as close as you dare, your eyes lingering over the lines of hurt etched onto Santana’s face.  You stand quietly with her for a few moments, her soft sigh as she reaches up to rub her cheek finally prompting you to speak.

“He’s a jerk, Santana.  Finn had no right to say that, much less say it in the middle of the hallway.”

Her body reacts with a shudder and you bite the inside of your cheek, your chest heavy with guilt as you wonder if you should have said anything at all.  You don’t know what’s going to happen when she goes back to school, Finn’s accusations lingering acridly in the hallway even hours after he spewed his words at Santana, but you feel anxious and scared and unsure.  And you hate that he made Santana feel the way she's feeling right now and you hate that he made you feel this way and you use that anger to burn away a little bit of your uncertainty, finally stepping close enough to Santana to turn her to face you.

Even with distress pulling at her features, Santana is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and your heart beats in joyful defiance, the need to comfort Santana as natural to you as breathing.  Instead of pulling her to you, you step closer and enfold her in a hug, letting her tuck her face against your neck as your arms band tight across her back, the two of you pressed as close together as you can possibly be.  You watch the sunset through the window and hold Santana, rubbing her back and kissing her temple until you feel her body relax, her hands sliding to hold your waist as she pulls back to look at you.

Reaching a hand up, you cup the side of her face, offering her a smile and holding it, even as she struggles to give you one back.  You don’t exactly know what to tell her to make things better.  You know what you want to tell her but you know she’s still not ready to hear it.  She’d been so close and that’s what kills you the most.  Santana was so beautiful slowly opening up to you.  Watching her accept the parts of you and her that were entwined had made you feel amazing and strong and just so full of love that you wondered sometimes why you didn’t just burst from it.  And now…now you’ll have to find a way to soothe her again, to keep being there for her and for yourself because the love that you and Santana share is worth anything it takes to hold onto it.

So you lean down and kiss her lightly, deliberately holding the kiss until she ends it, a small smile finally blooming across her face as you run your thumb across her cheek.  You can sense the questions brewing fitfully behind her eyes even as she leans into your touch and you offer her the only truth that you can, having faith enough for both of you that it will be enough for her.

“It’ll be okay, Santana.  No matter what happens I’m going to be here because I love you.  I love you.  And I’m not going anywhere.”

[monochromeheartbeat]

That last drawing with the hand gesture made me laugh :) they are really good thank you for sharing that was nice of you!

Lol, there was supposed to be a third panel, but I got bored of the drawing; it's a whole joke on the fact that 'scissoring' hasn't exactly shown up in ITYTD yet and that Brittany doesn't actually understand what that means.

[monochromeheartbeat]

Well that sucks I hope you're resting up. Could you tell me what the sketch consisted of? I'm sorry if you have said this already but what does RA stand for?

Resident Assistant = RA