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get to know LUCY QUINN FABRAY
* 23 years old, February 1st. * English, creative writing and latin. * Second year at William McKinley University. * From Lima, Ohio.
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@wmuquinn
I never said it, but I know that I I bury baggage 'til it's out of sight
get to know LUCY QUINN FABRAY
* 23 years old, February 1st. * English, creative writing and latin. * Second year at William McKinley University. * From Lima, Ohio.
Send me a "👀" and My Muse will give 3 things they find Physically Attractive about Your Muse.
—Send even if our Muses haven’t spoken yet or don’t know each other
"but did you do it?"
Quinn let out a sigh and finally gave up. It seemed pointless to keep up the pretense of lying to the other blonde. She turned her whole body, accompanying the gesture with an eye roll - more out of habit than anything else. Even though Brittany was questioning her, she didn't feel annoyed. "Uh, yeah," she said.
However, she felt the sudden need to defend her actions, a little bit of shame taking over her body. "Yeah. He was being a dick to me all morning." Quinn averted her eyes from the ones looking back at her. "I just took the chance to spill my water on him accidentally." A shrug and a sheepish smile threatened to come out immediately. "It can be our little secret if you want." @brittspierce-wmu
Bet people would join in with the song if they heard it! Not in the shower but like in the middle of their own thing around the place.
I actually do! I like to belt out Springsteen when the mood strikes. Dancing in the Dark is a good one. It's not dark in there but I like the tune. No song today because I was running late and had to do a jump in and jump out, just enough to not knock someone over with my stink.
Back to you! You should try a sing in the shower. Go nuts with it!
You think, huh? Maybe next time, I will try it out. But I'm holding you accountable if an orchestra doesn't happen right there, in the bathroom.
So you got good taste, blondie. Springsteen seems like a fantastic choice to have a full-blown shower show. Could I maybe recommend some Elton John for your next world tour?
Interesting. You’ve certainly piqued my curiosity. As for my bucket list? Not as a poetic, but definitely aspirational. Here are a few of the “big” ones.: I want to win a Tony for best actress in a musical. tour Europe, own an apartment overlooking Central Park and perform at the Kennedy Center. Now, you? What are some of the less than poetic ones?
Don't you want to do anything normal? Uh, let me rephrase that; I mean, you have bucket list items only related to your career? Like, no kissing in the rain, jumping down a moving airplane, getting arrested, traveling all around the world kind of things?
Oh, those? If I told you, I'd have to kill you discreetly.
Cause they told me not to, duh. That's like telling me not to be attractive, it just doesn't work like that.
Maybe but I also like when you tell me what to do so I dunno, that's kinda 50/50. We could try it. Do you not wanna tickle a dolphin too?
Those chances are better than nothing. It's still good to know it kinda works when I tell you what to do. Let's test it, shall we? Go to the cafeteria and fetch me bottled mineral water, Puckerman. Shoo.
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
Persona (1966)
what are your top five fave tv shows?
I could do two top 5s: my favorites and TV shows I think are the greatest of all time. I'll make a mix for you, though, anon.
In no particular order:
Fleabag
Buffy
Seinfeld
Friends
Breaking Bad
I got into this one TV show called Severance a few days ago, and I've been obsessed; I sense this will be on my top 5 once I finish it.
Who would you rather make the first move when it comes to asking someone out on a date? Totally not looking for tips here or anything
High school me probably would answer this differently, as I was a little bit more… assertive. As of now, I'm not really in a hurry to find someone. I mean, it's undoubtedly fun, but I would go out of my way to make the first move. Maybe I'd send a few signs depending on my interest and especially on the person. However, this doesn't mean I am against someone making the first move on me. In fact, I am quite a romantic and enjoy those kinds of gestures.
What is your favorite flower?
This is a tricky question for me because I often find myself changing my favorite flowers based on my overall mood. But gardenias and pink carnations usually shine over the others on my personal preference. Whenever I look at gardenias and think of purity and peace, it's silly, I know. But whenever I see a garden full of them, I get speechless; it's just so stunning. On the other hand, besides their beauty, the pink carnations just have a personal meaning for me.
What is your favorite thing to do when not in class?
There's this little bookshop close to campus that is absolutely my favorite place in the whole city. Every time I have some free time, I find myself going back there. The owner is really talented at recommending books; you just tell him something about yourself or what you're thinking at the moment, and he finds you a perfect piece of literature to keep you satisfied for at least a week. Truly a wonderful place. The last time I was there, he recommended me a Murakami book that honestly made me rethink my whole life for a few hours.
@puckcrup said: I heard they tell you that you're not supposed to tickle the dolphins if you swim with them. I'd wanna tickle em if someone told me I couldn't do that. I hate bein' told what to do.
Why would you want to-? Well, I guess you answered that already, but… just why? You're definitely something else, Puckerman. So humor me for a second; if I told you could do that, then you wouldn't do it?
@stardomiscalling said: That is a very poetic bucket list.
Thank you. I'll admit, though, that I have a few items that aren't nearly as poetic. Tell me some items from your list; maybe I'm curious.
@samevans-wmu said: Classic song. Why don’t you sing? The best acoustics are in the shower!
I have always lived with other people, so I do not like to disturb them by singing. Besides, I am a bit shy. What about you? Do you have a favorite song that you like to sing in the shower? Or better yet, did you sing one today?
What are some things on your bucket list that you wouldn't have to kill anyone to share?
My bucket list is quite extensive. It takes growing up to realize just how much we missed, right? Well, I'd love to sleep under the Greek night sky, counting the constellations someday. Dance in the rain without bothering if anyone is looking, swim with dolphins, surf, skydive - the list goes on.
𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯; 𝙬𝙢𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠 #1
The scoff about to come out of her mouth was almost unavoidable. Still, Quinn was able to mostly contain it by graciously letting out a breathy snicker at the absurdity of the situation. They were university students, for God's sake - one would think that something so childish would be left back in high school. Unfortunately, with the hopeful looks of the student body gathered around the cafeteria, the blonde saw no choice but to stand up, but not before a discreet roll of hazel eyes accompanied it. "Uh, the name is Quinn Fabray; I'm an English major aiming to become a writer in the future." Said the girl, albeit awkwardly. This would be more than enough for her, but one look at the principal's slight frown told her she expected a bit more coming from her. With a sigh, she continued. "This is my second year here, as I have some unfinished business in the city, but I intend on next year be on my way to-" Yale, she would complete, thinking about her acceptance letter and scholarship waiting for her. The notion that she was indeed capable of getting there waiting for her. But at the last second, she was able to stop herself. One of the only good things she learned with her father was that one should never reveal too much about themselves, as it could be used against them as a weakness in the future. So naturally, Quinn gave in to her old instincts. "-new experiences. Who knows?" Without further words, she sat down, her mind telling her that she could be more specific on hobbies, her passion for her course, her love for writing, and different languages. Even maybe revealing her new excitement for photography. Alas, she felt Russel Fabray's heavy hand on her shoulder, keeping her down and well-behaved - quiet and unapproachable. With that, she tuned down the rest of the introductions, choosing to pass the time scrolling on her phone until this ridiculous display came to an end.