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The game hasn’t even been released yet but here I am ruining everything. 

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We love the arts of @kevinwada so much that we have gathered a crowd of people :D 

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Rogue by me ( @dasha-ocean )

Kate Bishop by @florka

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Phoenix by Hally ( https://www.instagram.com/hallysama/ )

Wanda Maximoff by @f1hell

She-Hulk by @useastorydoppelganger

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Clint Barton by @ohtematema

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A mix of (almost) all the versions of Going back to Hogwarts

I was tagged a little while by @joraito to answer 20 questions, so here we go! ;D


Name: Rachel

Nicknames:  Ra Ra, but only when I’m playing video games.

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′8

Ethnicity: White

Orientation: Queer, ace and a little aro

Favorite fruits: *shrugs*

Favorite season: Fall, probably.  I like the weather in the desert.  Although, late summer means monsoons…

Favorite books: The Foxhole Court (series), Captive Prince (series), A Great and Terrible Beauty (series), The Diviners (series), Beauty Queens, Dorothy Sayers’s mystery novels, Pride & Prejudice, etc.

Favorite flowers: Cosmos!!  And I really like gold poppies and wild flowers in general.

Favorite Animals: Penguins, giraffes, ALL cats.

Favorite beverage: Diet Coke, hot cocoa

Average hours of sleep: 7 or 10

Favorite fictional characters: Jean-Jacques Leroy, Kuroba Kaito/Kaitou Kid, Kamina, Karamatsu, Bakugou Katsuki, Tokoyami Fumikage, L, Sinbad, etc.

Number of blankets you sleep with: Two thin blankets or one thick and one thin

Dream trip: Japan or Scotland

Blog created: Uh, roughly July 2013

Number of followers: 679.  I’ve come a long way, haha

What do I post about: Fic, art, and complaints for the different fandoms I’m in XD

Aesthetic: Steet lights on deserted streets, old buildings, comfortable furniture and overstuffed bookshelves.  Also, unrelated but still an aesthetic: the entire Speed Racer movie.

Favorite band/artist: My Chemical Romance, but I also like Panic! and Fall Out Boy.

Fictional character I’d date: J.J.  Or Kamina.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

If anyone else wants to do this, please do!  I can never figure out who to tag XD;;;;;

Doctor!5SOSx Gang!5SOS

A/N: I was lying in bed at trying to get some sleep, but I’m sick and can’t sleep at all. So I started to think up new ideas for writing and came up with Doctor5SOS x Gang5SOS. There are all these gang member writing going on but no doctors coming in. I’m thinking about making this a series maybe?

Rating:PG

Warnings: cursing, threats, blood,

Word count: 3K


“Make sure that Mrs.Robertson doesn’t get anything else to eat after midnight. Her surgery is at 7am.” I advised the nurse, handing her the clipboard after signing the bottom of the paper.

“I will make sure of that Doctor Hood, and Miss. Xavier thinks she is well and good to be released.”

Letting out a sigh of annoyance, while taking  Miss. Xavier clipboard walking to room 345C. Reading her chart, as I opened the door with my back I walk in on Miss. Xavier getting dressed again for the 30th time this week. “Ahh Doctor Hood, I think I’m feeling better.” She told me tugging on her sock, struggling though when her hand started to shake some more. Rachel Xavier was has been a patient here at Sydney Hospital for a little over 3 weeks, she has Breast Cancer. She was diagnosed with it just a couple months ago, and it was taking it’s toll on her. She was at the moment in denial about having it, but she has started to slowly lose her long brown locks.

“Miss. X-” She interrupted me this time around, “No..Call me Rachel.. Don’t call me by my last name. Don’t tell me that I need to rest, too..too lie down. I don’t want to lie down, I want to leave this place. I don’t want the treatments give it to someone that DOES need it and want it. I’m not going to do this all over again for the third time around.” Rachel babbled her hands flying every which way as she spoke more about how she wanted to go travel. That she has never in her 35 years of living been to California or on a plane. Holding up my finger, she feel silent again walking out of the room again for the 30th time.

“I need discharge papers for Miss…Rachel.” Informed the nurse, her face held confusion opening her mouth, quickly closing it when I shot her a look to keep her mouth shut. “Make sure to give it to her. And tell her to have a fun time in California.” Nodding her head as she got the papers ready for Rachel. My beeper beeped three times, telling me that I was needed in the emergency room.

“God I hate the graveyard shift sometimes.” Muttered underneath my voice, the nurse nodded her head in agreement before standing up delivering the papers to Rachel. Speed walking to the elevators since the beeper wouldn’t be quiet; pressing 1 at least three times thinking that if I kept doing so it would make the elevator go faster. The doors opened to full blown mayhem; nurses were running around with IVs in hand.

A girl no more than 18 was in a gurney blood on her face and on her left side of the body, another girl with gunshots wounds visible on her chest lay on a gurney, no one bother with her. Walking over to the maybe 20 year old girl putting two fingers on her wrist, counting to 30 though not feeling single heartbeat. “What happened?” I questioned one of the doctors who was being wheeled in from outside. He was on top of a patient performing CPR on a tall blonde guy, “A gang war again the Hemmings against the Irwins.” He hollered over the sirens of another ambulance speeding in. Running out of the hospital to meet the ambulance at the back doors, the EMT jumped out while telling us what was wrong with the patient.

“Female, no more than 20 years of age, multiply stab and gunshot wounds. She is still coherent,” EMT helped us wheel her in before return back to the ambulance, “How many are there left?” I asked the EMT before she left. “She was are last one.. I think. We delivered at least fifty people. At least twelve are dead.”

Wheeling the patient into the huge ER, the nursing holding gauze over the open major stab and gunshot wounds. “Miss? Can you tell me your name?” I questioned her, opening her eye slowly quickly closing them when the bright overhead light turned on. “I-It’s none of your business.” She hissed out before going into a seizure, “SHE IS HAVING A SEIZURE!” I addressed out loud to everyone, rolling her gentle to her side trying to have all the fluids sweep out of her mouth. After the seizure was over I checked her pupils, the nurses had tried there best to dress her wounds. “She needs to go into surgery for the bullet wounds. I will be the one to perform the surgery.” I ordered walking out of the room that the patient was in. Running over trying to help restrain another patient as he was trying to get out of the stretcher, his side of his face burned from what I was guessing acid. “IT BURNS! MAKE IT STOP!”

“Give him 15 mL of analgesic.” The nurse ran out the side double doors only to return with a needle. Almost stabbing him in the arm, though from the amount of scars that I saw on himself wouldn’t have hurt him one bit.

“Good though next time don’t stab him with it.” Advised has the patient began to kind of settle down, “Make sure to call the plastic surgeon to come down here and look at every one face that has burns.. Or just tell him to get his ass down here!” I grumbled out orders, my fingers itching to have a cigarette between them.  Walking to the next patient, than the next and the next till it the nurses and some other doctors who were called in could take care of it.

“Doctor Hood, how has your night been?” Doctor Clifford questioned blood smeared on his white coat and his shirt, blood stained hands after some washing. “What do you think Michael? From what I can already hear is that the rival gangs Irwin and Hemmings got into it yet again the tenth time this month. Though this time around it was bloody; Fifty people came in only ten  have minor  injures and ten more in surgery as we speak. We lost twelve people too this on either side, some of these victims are no more than 15 years old.” I ranted on signing death certificate one after the other, Michael nodded his head after my rant. “What I heard is that Luke Hemmings the youngest brother of the Hemmings was brought in and has been cursing up a storm for himself to be released.” Michael told me, disgust in his voice has he looked up at the clock.

“And it’s only 5am, god it went on for fours hours?” I asked baffled, it felt like eight hours it lasted this mayhem. Finally after the finally death certificate, took a look around the ER. There was puddles of blood on the white floor, hand-prints on the walls, a bullet hole in the far side of the wall. One of the guys from one of the gangs came running in holding his bloody side aiming at what I could was a brunette guy a little older than myself. Lucky for us all the security was right behind him tackling him to the ground, startling him into pulling the trigger.

“Come on you have a surgery to perform on that feisty patient of yours.” Michael commented as he stepped into a puddle of someone blood, “These are white shoes.. Hey when is someone going to clean this place up?!” He shouted throwing his hands in the air out of annoyance, chuckling while shaking my head. Making my way to the surgery room, putting on the scrubs and then washing my hands. The nursing helping put on all the gloves, walking over to the patient who was still wide awake on the table. “Okay everyone, this patient..will you tell me your name?” I leaned over her, raising one of my eyebrows up at her; her deep brown eyes narrowing as they looked at me. “Fuck you asshole..” she grunted out as a needle was pushed into her forearm, “Look either you tell me your name or I have someone take your fingerprint run it through the database and then I can see all your felonies and jail time along with your name.” I threatened my own brown eyes challenging her brown eyes.

“Its Y/N Y/L/N,” Y/N grumbled out before going under the medicine, a smirk formed on my face as I finally got her name. “Okay everybody we will be having a fun time doing this! Can you press play Veronica?” I asked nicely as she pressed play on the Radio/CD player, Green Day started to play in the background as I made the first incision in her adamion, noticing that the three bullets in her hadn’t hit anything that could not be stitched up. “Clamps?” I ordered holding out my right hand, feeling them being set in my hand I clamped down on the intestine pulling out the bullet and shortly after stitching it up.

It all took just under two hours and thirty minutes, though there was a few hick-ups when we all noticed there had been older bullets still in her and one had moved to her heart. Stabbing it, with the constant bleeding we had to call in a heart surgeon and have him step him for the heart, as I stitched up more of the wounds in her.

“How many bullets?” Michael spoke through a mouth full of lettuce, his pierced eyebrow raised. It still confused me how he was able to get away with having it pierced though when I brought it to the Chief of Staff he told me not to worry about it and how it wasn’t any of my business.

“Eight bullets total. Two were in her large and small intestine, two more behind the kidney, on by her heart, another was lodged in her rip bone.. Literally in it. The other three were just scattered everywhere, I have no idea how we got it all done in just two hours.” Yawned out stretching out my arms over my head, “Gentlemen, you are needed in room 12B.” Doctor LaHood advised us walking away with his nose held high, “God he gets on my nerves.” Michael looked in the direction LaHood had walked away, “Cut him some slack. He got bullied like a mother fucker in High School from what I heard.” Started are long walk to the room, “Who is even in this room?” Michael shrugged his shoulders too my question, opening the door to cops in uniform more doctors and two patient in the room.

“Clifford and Hood were two of the higher up doctors in the ER when all the patients started to roll in.” Chief of Staff told one of the cops as he started to write down his statement.

“You need to let us out of here!” A tall blonde guy roared out, his blue eyes holding a glint of mischief. His built was something that would intimidate anyone, even someone like me. I was 6’3 at the best, well built I started going to the gym more often building up my muscle. He had a broader frame compared to my own, wide set shoulders. “You better listen to him, he is the BABY brother of the Hemmings. He needs his brothers to always watch his ass.” The other patient commented, he was older than I as well. He had brown-blonde curly hair with hazel eyes, he was shorter than I and even the Blonde. Even if he was he did have a muscular built, maybe even better than I and Blondie.

“Shut the fuck up Ashton!” Blondie barked out, rising up from his bed but the hand-cuffs stopped him short.

“Aw, trying to be all big and bad Lukey? How cute,” Ashton taunted Luke, laying back even deeper into the bedding of the bed. “Can you two stop it? I’m gett-”

That’s when you heard the gunshots and shouting ring out through the halls, the high-pitched screams of the staff and patients. Perking up trying my best to mute out everyone else just to hear outside what was happening. “Where are they?!” A deep voice screeched out, “There they are.” Luke chuckled darkly, snapping off the cuffs in one fluid movement. The bobby-pin in hand as he dropped it on the ground, “JACK!” He screamed out as the cops all jumped towards him, for someone of his height he dodged all the punches and attacks with grace. Ashton let out a sigh and then stood up from his bed, patting Michael on the shoulder has he passed him a twenty.

“Make sure to come on by tomorrow bro.” Michael advised him, a smirk forming on his face as he pulled out a scalpel from his coat stabbing one of the cops in the throat. “M-Michael..What the Fuck?”

“Aw come on Calum you really thought I was a doctor? God I only was doing this to get some strong drugs for my boss.” He told me stabbing another person, Ashton swung open the door it slamming into the wall. “Look I’ll give you some time to get a head start.. Oh and get that pretty redhead from the recovery room. Might want to protect her before any of the gangs get too her.” Michael rushed out the door followed by Luke who gave me a once over before scuffing, “ Nice tattoo’s dude.” He whispered out then ran right into the chaos of the hospital, walking out into the hall. I was greeted with dead bodies on the ground, others injured even a couple faking being dead. Taking Michael advise to heart I ran to the room Y/N was in, what ever she got herself into I was going to try my best to protect her. As long as none of the guys kill me before I get too her.

“Hey! Calum. You may need this, you-” Michael got his answer when I clicked the safety off and clocked it back.

“Sweet. Be careful, get a hold of me when your somewhere safe.”

Tom Hardy and wife Charlotte Riley welcome their first child together… just weeks after she revealed prominent baby bump for the first time at Legend premiere

They only revealed they were expecting when she showed off her prominent baby bump at a premiere last month. And just seven weeks after unveiling the exciting news, Tom Hardy and his wife Charlotte Riley have welcomed their first child together. The couple’s new addition means Tom is a father for the second time, with the new baby having a half-brother in Louis, the actor’s seven-year-old son from his relationship with ex-girlfriend Rachel Speed.

The 33-year-old was pictured walking the blue carpet with her man at London’s Leicester Square as she showed off her blossoming shape in a black lycra maxi dress. The couple had kept their big news under wraps until the premiere, with the excited pair last seen at the beginning of October as they strolled around London hand in hand. Tom, 38, married Charlotte in July 2014 after the pair starting a relationship following their meeting on the set of Wuthering Heights in 2009. The Hollywood star was also married to Sarah Ward from 1999-2004. Tom previously credited his role as a father to son Louis with saving him from a life of addiction.

He told Metro: ‘I had no idea how to handle the industry, to interact with producers, executive producers, studios… I was 24 – punching above my weight. 'And it’s taken being someone’s dad, being divorced, going to rehab, having mortgages, playing different characters, doing theatre, waiting and then it not happening. 'And then doing rather well at something, enjoying my character work, but it not being a huge amount of money.’

He told Britain’s Hello! magazine:

'Being a father has given me the kind of purpose that makes you think more carefully about how you live your life.

'I made a lot of mistakes and I put my mum and dad through a lot because they were so worried about me.

'I take great pride in being a father and make sure I’m there for him and helping him as he makes his way in the world.’ (x)

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The Worst Part Is That I Wasn't Even Joking

I was having this conversation about adult scenarios in time travel (oh, like you don’t), and I realized that, while I probably would have sex with my time-traveling future self out of a vague sense of genre obligation, what I’d really want to do with them is watch movies.

I mean, look: I’ve had (have) some superlative lovers, but I’ve never met another human being who really understands how I feel about the Wachowski Speed Racer.

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Here’s what you missed this year*:

(tag) = multiple installments within the verse.

Birthday

Brittana and their two-year-old son’s birthday party.

Dislike

Brittany is a cop and Santana is the new, annoying district attorney.

Small Town (tag)

Brittany is the daughter of a ranch owner that Santana gets hired at.

Racer

Santana is a street racer. Brittany is the girlfriend of her biggest rival.

Photography (tag)

Quinn is a photographer. For one afternoon, Rachel is her model.

Cruise (tag)

Brittany works for a cruise line. Santana’s dragged to a lesbian cruise to properly rebound from her latest breakup.

Interview (tag)

Brittany is a sports journalist. Her next piece is an interview with Santana Lopez, rising MMA star.

Lecture (tag)

Everyone fears Santana, the hot Political Science professor. That is, everyone but Brittany.

Surrogate (tag)

Santana is a powerful CEO who can’t have kids. She finds Brittany to be her surrogate, and it’s more than she expected.

Luncheon

Santana is a married lady of leisure, Brittany is waitstaff. They meet at one of Santana’s neighborhood luncheons, then sex.

Sea

Maybe she can survive, lose herself to a mermaid and return to her life, waiting for a next encounter.

Succubus (tag)

Rachel is a succubus, Brittany is a vampire, Quinn is a queen and Santana is a human with a death wish.

Reception

Sam and Mercedes’ wedding. Quinn hugs the wrong person from behind. Rachel finds out Quinn likes girls.

Adoption

Quinn and Rachel welcome their adopted daughter home.

Surfing

Brittany and Santana surfing in Lesbos Island.

Speed Dating

Rachel gets roped into going to a speed dating event. She is, however, much more interested in the organizer, Santana Lopez.

Daughter Trap

Santana walks in on her daughter having sex with Rachel and Quinn’s daughter. They’re not admitting their feelings to each other, so Brittany comes up with a plan to save the Lopez-Pierce-Fabray-Berry 4th of July Extravaganza. 

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Fic: Learning Who You Are

Boy band member!Blaine/not famous!Kurt. When Kurt meets a cute guy in a coffee shop, the outcome is a little more than he was expecting. Mentions of Finchel, slight age difference (20/18).

~2600 words, PG-13ish, fluff.

Kurt was so excited he was legitimately worried he was going to explode.

“It’s tomorrow!”

“Oh my God, I know!” Rachel replied, actually jumping up and down beside him in line at the Lima Bean. “We’re twenty-eight hours away from seeing New Directions live and in person!”

They both squealed, earning a couple of judgmental glances from the other customers. Kurt just scowled back, unwilling to let them ruin his mood.

“And we’ve got floor seats, too,” Kurt said, sighing dreamily. “Have I ever mentioned how grateful I am for your near-encyclopedic knowledge of pop music history?”

“Only about fifty times since I won the tickets,” Rachel said with a smirk. “Funny how you never appreciated it while I was talking about the musicality of our set lists in Glee before.”

“To be fair, it was also ninety degrees that day,” Kurt said. “I didn’t plan on falling asleep.”

“I know, I know,” Rachel said, patting his arm. “Now order your drink before this barista hates us forever.”

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Dear America,

I know things are looking kind of fucked right now, and I can’t fix that; but I did find an a cappella cover of the original Japanese Speed Racer theme song to help us get through these trying times.

Love,
Rachel

Percabeth Theatre AU

In which Percy is a star and Annabeth is a techie.

No one is really sure how it happened.

Percy was always staying behind after rehearsal before he skateboarded home, reading the script, memorizing lines, working on that one chorus, or even doing the occasional character study.

Annabeth consistently stayed late, painting a few extra details on the set, making sure the lighting was perfect, setting up a timer so the sound cues would run without any work from the booth.

Because they were always the last two to leave, they would start conversations, which blossomed into a friendship. Annabeth would help Percy run lines while they built a fake castle together, or sing that duet with him because he wanted it to be perfect, and “C'mon, Annabeth, I can’t sing it all by myself.”

And he told her she was talented time and time again, because she absolutely was, but she would just brush him off, because, well, she was happy in the booth, where no one looked at her and she had total control.

One day, they took a break from the set and were dramatically reenacting a scene, when Annabeth suddenly realized that Percy was really close, and he was looking at her with that look on his face, and then he gently cupped her face in his hands and softly kissed her.

And when they pulled apart, she couldn’t think of anything to say except “That wasn’t in the script.”

And Percy laughed, but they ignored what had happened, and as Annabeth watched the rehearsals from the corner of her eye, she felt jealous of the female lead, a girl named Rachel Dare, who got to stare into Percy’s beautiful eyes and kiss him.

A week after their first encounter with kissing, Percy walked right up to Annabeth during their after-rehearsal session and planted a kiss right on her lips. And oh, not only did she kiss back, but she kissed him first the next few times, all of them within the next ten minutes.

It became a thing between them, sneaking off to make out in the wings between scenes. It got to the point where Annabeth would have to pry herself from Percy’s arms and shove him on stage so he didn’t miss his cue. They tried to pretend nothing was happening between them, but everyone could tell. After all, you don’t make bedroom eyes at someone who’s exclusively a friend in the middle of the day.

Tech week was a disaster. Opening Night was Friday, and it seemed everything was going wrong. On Monday, Drew Tanaka, Rachel’s understudy, contracted food poisoning. She would be fine, but her doctor told her to recuperate for a week and a half.

Everyone thought it would be fine, even joked about how the understudy needed an understudy, until Tuesday, when an ensemble member dislocated her hip doing choreography.

On Wednesday, part of the set fell over and nearly killed four kids. On Thursday, the director broke her ankle. And Friday might have been the worst of them all.

Annabeth walked back stage to check on all the set pieces, just to make sure they were okay, and also maybe to make out with Percy for a little bit, only to find Rachel Dare sitting on a chair in the middle of the set shop, staring blankly at the wall.

“Rachel? You okay?” Annabeth asked tentatively.

The redhead tried to speak, but only some croaking noises came out. Annabeth gasped and put a hand over her mouth. This wasn’t good.

She rushed to find the director, then raced back to Rachel, the director’s speed slightly impeded by her crutches.

By the time they reached Rachel, there was a crowd of cast members around her.

“Look at me, Rachel,” said the director. “Try and say your first line as softly as possible.”

When a scratching sound came out that no one would have understood (unless they had been reading the script non-stop for the last five and a half months), the director sighed.

“Well, who’s going to do it?” she asked. Percy got a devilish look on his face, then turned to Annabeth.

“Annabeth has the lines memorized. I know because I’ve needed her help so much. I can also vouch for her singing. She’s ridiculously talented.”

Annabeth shot daggers at Percy, but the director turned to look at her, intrigued.

“Hmm. Annabeth, sing the first few bars of the opening.”

Annabeth sighed and rolled her eyes, but not before shooting one last glare at Percy. The sooner she did this, the sooner it would be over with and she could just retire to the booth.

She was confident in her singing though, and rightfully so. Her voice was both airy and strong, making the melody of the song seem like it was more than it actually was.

The director nodded, and eyebrow raised.

“Annabeth, get into costume,” she said. “I hope you don’t have any qualms about kissing Percy.”

Annabeth nearly grinned. She most certainly did not have any issues with kissing that boy.

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Here’s what you missed this year*:

(tag) = multiple installments within the verse.

Birthday

Brittana and their two-year-old son’s birthday party.

Dislike

Brittany is a cop and Santana is the new, annoying district attorney.

Small Town (tag)

Brittany is the daughter of a ranch owner that Santana gets hired at.

Racer (tag)

Santana is a street racer. Brittany is the girlfriend of her biggest rival.

Photography (tag)

Quinn is a photographer. For one afternoon, Rachel is her model.

Cruise (tag)

Brittany works for a cruise line. Santana’s dragged to a lesbian cruise to properly rebound from her latest breakup.

Interview (tag)

Brittany is a sports journalist. Her next piece is an interview with Santana Lopez, rising MMA star.

Lecture (tag)

Everyone fears Santana, the hot Political Science professor. That is, everyone but Brittany.

Surrogate (tag)

Santana is a powerful CEO who can’t have kids. She finds Brittany to be her surrogate, and it’s more than she expected.

Luncheon

Santana is a married lady of leisure, Brittany is waitstaff. They meet at one of Santana’s neighborhood luncheons, then sex.

Sea

Maybe she can survive, lose herself to a mermaid and return to her life, waiting for a next encounter.

Succubus (tag)

Rachel is a succubus, Brittany is a vampire, Quinn is a queen and Santana is a human with a death wish.

Reception

Sam and Mercedes’ wedding. Quinn hugs the wrong person from behind. Rachel finds out Quinn likes girls.

Adoption

Quinn and Rachel welcome their adopted daughter home.

Surfing

Brittany and Santana surfing in Lesbos Island.

Speed Dating

Rachel gets roped into going to a speed dating event. She is, however, much more interested in the organizer, Santana Lopez.

Daughter Trap

Santana walks in on her daughter having sex with Rachel and Quinn’s daughter. They’re not admitting their feelings to each other, so Brittany comes up with a plan to save the Lopez-Pierce-Fabray-Berry 4th of July Extravaganza. 

Noir (tag)

Film noir!Brittana. Santana is a cynical private investigator and Brittany is a femme fatale trophy wife and her lastest client.

Marriage

Brittana wedding. Santana panics.

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