marshmallowhobo:

◅ Quinn Fabray ✖ Awake

Dr. John Lee: So, tell me how this works.

Quinn: I’m awake and I’m with Rachel. Then I close my eyes, and when I open them, I’m awake and she’s with him.

Dr. Judith Evans: And this has been happening since the accident?

Dr. John Lee: Tell me about your relationship with Rachel.

Quinn: We’ve been together since she confessed her feelings for me at the hospital.

Dr. Judith Evans: And your relationship with Rachel Berry?

Quinn: She went through with the wedding. She’s married to Finn now.

Dr. John Lee: So you can obviously walk here - in reality - and then suddenly, you’re paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair, there, in your dream?

Quinn: It all feels completely real to me.

Dr. John Lee: So you can’t tell whether you’re awake or asleep at this very moment?

Dr. Judith Evans: Well I can assure you, Quinn, this is not a dream.

Quinn: That’s exactly what the other shrink said.

lionquinn:

inappropriate rachel

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As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there.You’ve got the love you need right in front of you, please come home. (♫)

As long as I’m living, I’ll be waiting. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be there.
You’ve got the love you need right in front of you, please come home. (
)

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patronustrip:

BREATHING IN FUMES / Chapter #2 / Fly on the Windscreen [Final]
[For high res: click on the images, wait the loading of the previews, then right click > open in a new tab]
» Listen the song ”Fly on the Windscreen [Final]” here.
Second chapter of my new Faberry Comic.

I’m very sorry, it took me la lot of time even if this chapter it’s only five pages, but it’s not a good time for me right now, but I want to say that if I take my time it’s because I have not time or I don’t feel good. So, be patience.
In the next more Faberry interaction and dialogues.
Hope you like it.

NOTES: 
- You can use all the drawing in the pages as icon if you want without ask me. 
- Please don’t post it on Facebook, PLEASE.
- Ask me if there will be any problem or questions.

see you at the next chapter … that I hope it will come soon.
patronustrip

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fiercezucchini:

Nayannas in Paris.

fiercezucchini:

Nayannas in Paris.

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

mldmnnrdrprtr:

crazylipgloss:

thebatmanchild:

athagazagoraphobic:

invisicanada:

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.

Reblogging for the comment

How old are you? 

“ten”

How long have you been ten?

“…”

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN

Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.

“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”

The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path. 

“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.

“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.

Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.

Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.

“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.

“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.

Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.

“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.

Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.

He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”

Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.

Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”

fiercezucchini:

Rachel helps Quinn put up posters. 

fiercezucchini:

Rachel helps Quinn put up posters. 

tifferini-graphics:

Avengers Minimalist Posters
Part 8 - “Abilities & Weapons”
Requested by supersnazzy
[Click to enlarge]

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trappedinvacancy:

Quinn, we made it

trappedinvacancy:

Quinn, we made it

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wolfywox:

wassamattawityucca:

Ahhhhhh, they signed as their characters!
Tony’s signature is ridiculously big and gaudy. Lulz
Also, Clint’s little arrow. Abububu. <3

Avengers cast, Y U SO PERFECT?

wolfywox:

wassamattawityucca:

Ahhhhhh, they signed as their characters!

  • Tony’s signature is ridiculously big and gaudy. Lulz
  • Also, Clint’s little arrow. Abububu. <3

Avengers cast, Y U SO PERFECT?

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I ship Faberry and Achele. I ship lots of femslash and I ship heteronormative characters as well (such as Hermione/Harry). I like pretty stuff or pretty people. I'm shallow. Random. I like dogs. I have a puppy.

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