Mental Breakdowns || Pezberry
No. This wasn’t happening. There was no way this was actually happening. She had to be dreaming, Rachel was convinced. But as she looked down at the shredded pieces of her Wicked Playbill in the middle of their bedroom floor, she knew there was no way this was a dream. Quinn had left for another shoot about an hour prior and Rachel knew Santana was trying to finish up some paper work so she wouldn’t have to go into the office later on, but this was an emergency.
She was in shock, that had to be it. Because she was pacing the foor in circles around what was left of the only autographed playbill she’d ever owned and Tony had scampered off somewhere and she couldn’t even bother to go find him. “Santana!” she called out as she felt a few tears pricking her eyes, her fingers running through her hair nervously before she grabbed her other playbills and put them hastily on the highest shelf she could reach. This wasn’t going to happen again.
Look at that, it seems that after registering on this website, I get to realize how many of my friends are internet losers who talk to each other over the net instead of face to face, like normal people do. Don’t get me wrong, it must be comfortable in some cases, like for once I won’t be getting neck pains for trying to talk to Finnocence whilst looking at him and I won’t have to jump from side to side to avoid the spit bullets coming from Sam’s mouth as he speaks.
You know what, I take that back, talking on here seems like a blast compared to the real thing.
My scheme of a wife is on here as well, oh joy.
Caught → Pezberry
Santana woke up and was met with the face of her sleeping lover, lit by the afternoon sun. Her hand was on her partner’s hip and Rachel’s hand was on her waist, their legs tangled together. She smiled lazily and moved a little closer. As much as she loved to see Rachel sleep, she just really wanted her awake right now.
She moved forward and kissed Rachel’s forehead, her eyebrows, then over her nose, her cheeks, her chin and finally, her lips and she chuckled at the cute faces Rachel made when she woke up. Her eyes fluttered open and Santana beamed at her. “Hey there, beautiful…” She said as she slid her hand up Rachel’s side and brushed her hair out of her face, smiling softly at her. “You look adorable.” She said, looking at Rachel’s messy hair and moved her thumb to Rachel’s mouth, to wipe away a bit of drool. Rachel always drooled when she slept and it was something Santana found hilarious, yet extremely precious as well.
Well....
Logged onto this godawful website for the first time in….. like, ever, just to check the churro tag, only to find that I now have a handful of “followers.” While the parallel to real life is simply adorable, I’m gonna have to say that this is creepy as fuck. Hello, trolls. I couldn’t help but notice that most of you are the super lady faced gay boys and even more annoying bitches that I’m forced to share the hallways of McKinley with. How mediocre and anticlimactic to see you all. Have fun getting your rocks off by staring at my selfies. I’ll be over here, scrolling through your blogs and smiling at how much better than you I am.
