#awesomegaydar

[redbedroom]

@awesomegaydar sent: ‘ beep ’ for a texting starter 

[ sms → santana lopez , 10:27 pm ] congratulations, you might officially be the first person to borrow an album from my shelf and actually put it back where it’s supposed to go. [ sms → santana lopez , 10:27 pm ] color me impressed. cool to see someone actually appreciates the system :) [ sms → santana lopez , 10:27 pm ] or maybe you just knew to humor me to save yourself the spiel on sub-genre alphabetization. 

mini starter call     /     accepting!

[familysbest]

( ✉ → sms: santana lopez ) you didn’t have to run out like some kind of cheap one night stand embarrassed to show face in the morning.  ( ✉ → sms: santana lopez ) by which i mean thank you

[animalsweaters]

             grin   tugs   from   ear   to   ear  ,    butterflies   flutter   within   her   stomach   simply   at   the   sight   of   the   other   girl .      rachel   berry   is   more   than   just   smitten .        mary   jane’s   click   against   linoleum  ,    hands   gripping   her   books   tightly   to   her   chest .        her   shoulder   rests   against   the   lockers   besides   santana’s .        ❝     my   dads   want   to   know   if   you’d   like   to   come   for   dinner   tonight   after   glee   club .     ❞       a   beat .        ❝     they   mentioned   something   about   finding   out   what   your   intentions   were   ...   although   now   that   i   think   about   it   i   think   they   might   have   actually   been   joking   on   that   part .        but   we   could   watch   a   movie   or   something   after   ...   if   you   wanted .     ❞

             @awesomegaydar​​   ♡’d.

[iignalusaa]

The Starter that no one asked for but everyone needs... || @awesomegaydar​

Change of plans. So quick does Josie Saltzman’s mind work. The beginning of the day focused on the goal of further solidifying her high school status of Queen Bee to now -- after lunch and sleuthing about school to place the watch she had begged her sister to swipe for her back in her father’s care before he noticed. It’s far past noon which would mean he’s likely too drunk to even notice it missing from his wrist anyway. 

But why? Why her sudden change of mind? That was answered by all five-foot-five of the new girl, Santana Lopez and her abrupt arrival earlier in the week. Her first and last name figured out just after the first day. The her number acquired by second by means in which are somewhat shady and by third -- well by third Josie had known that Santana just. Likes. Leather. What’s overcome her? Certainly no longer Connor and the popularity that came with him, instead this -- this girl was all Josie could think about all stupid week. 

To which -- fate must have it’s own torturous design because as Josie’s timed her sly entrance to her father’s empty classroom (he’s likely behind the school building trying to sober up before next period), she’s met with... ASS. Bent over and searching over her father’s desk is the very same... Santana Lopez and while Josie pauses, curiosity is all too eager and watch in hand nearly forgotten. “What are you doing?”

[fatoudixon]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓  — —  @awesomegaydar​.

     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  attached  to  effy’s  eyes.     santana  always  had  to  make  talking  about  anything  so difficult.     it  wasn’t  like  effy  was  fond  of  admitting  things  either  but  for  fuck’s  sake,   this  was  a   little too  much.     ❝     are  you  really  not  gonna  say  anything  to  me   ??     ❞    

[connectere]

sorry for calling you so late. / for fallon

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃

     𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓.  𝐓𝐖𝐎.  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.   fallon  doesn’t  quite  know  how  to  respond.     and  for  fallon  carrington  to  be  speechless,   something  really  odd  had  to  be  at  play.     in  all  honesty,   she  missed  santana’s  voice  way  more  than  she  would  care  to  admit.       ❝     the  timing  is  not  the  issue,   i  am  just  intrigued  as  to why  you  are  calling  ??     ❞ 

[bean-edits]

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

[riotkissed]

@awesomegaydar​​

( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - you mean when we were seventeen and didn’t know better? when we thought we’d be in love forever? ( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - no, of course they can’t. ( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - because we’re not seventeen anymore and we’re not naive teenagers. ( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - and i’m with rachel now. ( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - that’s the way things are supposed to be. ( ✉ → sms: quinn ) - if i wanted to live a hallmark movie i’d move to LA to audition for trashy netflix originals.

( ✉ → sms: santana ) - is that what you really think? ( ✉ → sms: santana ) - that you belong with rachel? 

[ FIVE MINUTES LATER ] ( ✉ → sms: santana ) - never mind. it was stupid of us to try to be friends.  ( ✉ → sms: santana ) - stupid of me.

[riotkissedarchived]

the   silence   between them is undercut by the garbled bass of party they’ve abandoned.     quinn hugs her arms tightly around herself.     something in her chest   trashes   and    shrieks .     jealousy unleashes something wild and feral in her ribcage to replace a wounded heart.     not that she has any right to envy. 

shaky breaths cloud the crisp city air the surround them.    fuck ,   she should have grabbed coat.    

hazel eyes   f l i c k e r    between her old love and her own hand ,   white knuckle grip around the off brand fifth of vodka she’d managed to steal from the bar.    it’s an   open bar ,   after all.    would they really care ?     she brings it to her lips and lets it   burn   down her throat.    pretends that the chill around them doesn’t make the tears welling in her eyes string.  

❛❛    can i ask you something ?    ❜❜      quinn’s worked so hard to develop a matured rasp since she’d settled in the city ,   but it   dissipates   in to the night.     all at once ,   she’s that same would-be prom queen from   nowhere , ohio ,   trembling and girlish and   broken .     a delicate ,   unassuming doe turned wolf   :    when wounded she’ll take    everything    down with her.     another swig.     anything to spare herself the pain of eye contact.     ❛❛    why her  ?     of    everyone ,    just    ––   HER .    ❜❜

  »   @awesomegaydar​

[redbedroom]

while peyton wasn’t necessarily a physically insecure person,           she’d never thought her lanky frame and her wardrobe of band t-shirts and jeans and converse and her yearly changing hairstyles ever painted her as any kind of image of beauty, at least in any sort of traditional sense. she was comfortable with who she was, and never saw the sense in dressing differently or wearing her hair a certain way for the sake of anyone else, but compliments to her appearance that were a bit more poetic than a cursory “you look good today” were sometimes a bit more difficult for her to accept. more often than not she’d just laugh, duck her head in modesty and to hide any blushing, shrug it off. but every once in a while such sentiments would come from someone whose opinion bore a little more weight, especially that sort of opinion. it was these people who could actually flatter her, could strike a little warmth in her chest and set off a little flutter in her stomach — who could actually make her feel beautiful, rather than just have the words go in one ear and sit for a moment and then go right out the other.

and even when santana’s compliments had been that sort of cursory “looking good” delivered in passing through the halls of tree hill high,           she’d always been at the top of that list. as a teenager she’d chalked it up to the fact that santana was unfailingly, and sometimes brutally honest — any compliment she gave must have been sincere, and peyton thought she’d just seen the significance in that. the butterflies now were no different, though the heat in her chest was intensified by maturity and understanding and the spark ignited by their unexpected reunion that hadn’t yet dulled in her. “that is totally corny,” peyton teased, a glimpse of deflective old habits though the joy in her grin and the light in her eyes was undeniable. “but, uh — i mean, either you were blind or something all through high school, or you just haven’t seen many girls, or —...” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trailing off before exhaling, straightening up, letting her expression soften, giving a conclusive little shrug of her shoulders. “really, though, i’m pretty you’ve had the most beautiful title locked up since, like — forever.”

@awesomegaydar​​ sent: “i don’t wanna sound corny, but you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”     /     euphoria episode one sentence starters ( accepting! )

[asiphon-archive]

01. a soft kiss / i'm baby

        The back and forth between them was something of a distraction at first. While she was distraught over the events of the last school year, everything seemed to be falling into place over the summer. And Josie wasn't even sure when things changed, when it became just them being around each other because they wanted to be. But it was a comfort that she found in Santana, despite all evidence to the contrary that that might not happen. She was hard edges, most of the time. But Josie could see the cracks in it. It was easier for her, than for others, she assumed, because of the practice she'd had over the years with her sister. 

Soon the quick moments at meals or running into each other every so often became more deliberate, with Josie asking her to help research ( at first ) and then evolving into going out into Mystic Falls itself and exploring the town. She hesitated to call the outings dates, if only because she wasn't even sure if Santana felt that way about her. Sure, she had said several times how attractive she was ( and those memories brought a dusting of pink to her cheeks ), but that wasn't a confirmation of anything. 

It wasn't a great act of courage when it happened, either. Josie just wanted it. They were walking back towards the school, Josie dreading stepping foot into those halls to have to be reminded of what could be in a few years or the sad look on Landon's face as she passed by. But in the warm summer with, with Santana, she could pretend that neither of them had a care in the world. She knew it couldn't be farther from the truth, but it helped somehow. 

When she stopped, took Santana's wrist in in her hand, she didn't hesitate or think on it– just did it, Josie's lips pressing to hers in a soft, quick kiss. She pulled back to search the other's face for confirmation that this was okay, and then dove in again. Anything to somehow let her know she wanted more, that she's wanted more for months now. When she pulls back again, she ends the kiss with another pressed to the corner of her lips, then her cheek. Part of her doesn't want to say anything and break the moment she's created. Part of her wants to run and pretend that it didn't happen, just in case it wasn't actually what Santana wanted. She does neither. 

"I almost don't want to go back to the school now." It's whispered against her cheek, while she's still pressed against her, waiting.

[cravesfreedom]

@awesomegaydar​ 

      There’s always an unsettling, tense feeling when Brooke’s back in Lakewood. She can’t tell if it’s her PTSD kicking in upon arrival, or if the place is actually cursed like she always said it was. She wouldn’t be surprised either way.

      This is the first summer she gets to stay in her own home since she’s left. Before that, she would always stay at a hotel to avoid her mom, who’d taken up residence once again in their family home; her mom who was still on drugs, still drinking, and still spending all their, now limited, money. Brooke felt more like the parent whenever she visited, pushing her mom to take care of herself, cleaning up after her.

      There’s a knot in her stomach while she unlocks her front door, but she doesn’t know what she’s expecting — her mom is back in rehab.

‘   Brace yourself.   ’       Brooke looks back towards Santana before opening the door. 

      She’s immediately hit with memories when she turns the lights on: her dad, her childhood, her friends, all the parties, making out with Santana when no one was home, getting chased by a killer through the maze of hallways. Those are all pushed to the back of her mind when she spots the small reminders that her mom was here: empty wine glasses and pill bottles. Other than that, it’s the usual Maddox immaculate. Brooke quickly sets her luggage aside so she can snatch up a few of the pill bottles and an empty bottle of wine. 

‘   Sorry, she never cleaned up.   ’       She means that in more ways than one.

      Brooke frantically cleans as much of the evidence as she can in the few minutes she’s given before realizing how crazy she must look to her girlfriend.

‘   Is this going to be too weird for you? Being back here?  ‘  

[familysbest]

@awesomegaydar sent 📷 for an instagram page of Amy’s ft. Santana [and I got carried away yet again]

[forbaes-a]

@awesomegaydar replied to your post: i  guess  we  should  start  preparing  for ...

caroline vc: ric you’re incompetent leave

lbr  she  would  kick  his  incompetent  ass  out  and  have  things  under  control  in  like  5  minutes

[faprayed]

what ship do you hate most? / what’s a ship you hate that most people like? / what kind of dates do you think quinntana would go on?

SHIP MEME // accepting

what ship do you hate most? Romantic Quick

what’s a ship you hate that most people like? Klaine

what kind of dates do you think quinntana would go on? Me: Liz don’t send me any of the headcanon ones because I’m sleepy. You: .. this. JK what i really meant to say is let’s see if they even manage to allow themselves to be seen in public together in a romantic setting because like lol

[connectere]

❝ just answer me now: did i make you happy? ❞ / for fallon

     𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 . 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  honesty  would  take  them  anywhere.   not  now,   anyway.   it  wouldn’t  change  anything  as  they  had  already  made  the  decision.   they  stuck  with  it  so  whether  or  not  that  decision  wounded  should  be  irrelevant.   yet,  should  and  would  were  always  very  blurred  lines  when  it  came  to  loving  someone.   and  perhaps  it  took  losing  each  other  to  really  understand  how  much  they  meant  to  each  other.   the  straightforwardness  of  santana’s  question  caught  fallon  of  guard  though.   she  hoped  the  other  woman  knew,   deep down.   it  wasn’t  a  phase  or  a  mistake  like  blake  rejoiced  in  pointing  out.   fallon’s  breathing  does  not  resume  until  she  finds  a  semi  decent  answer  that  doesn’t  totally  make  her  crumble.     ❝     more  than  i  ever  thought  possible.     ❞     there’s  a  weakness  to  her  words,   along  with  a  choked  sob  that  she  quickly  tried  to  hide.   words  that  hold  so  much  meaning  yet  so  little  weight.   love  meant  nothing  to  people  like  them.