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Okay, I need new music. And a distraction from homework. Whatβs the one song youβve had on repeat lately?
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crazy train. rip to a legend.

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That doesn't surprise me. I wasn't trying to judge; you put it out there. I was just pointing out that we're incompatible because we want different things.
Fine. I'll even let you pick the day and place. But if you leave your glass slipper behind, I am not chasing you down to return it. You realize that means you'll have to bow to me then? Since they were known as her "ugly" step-sisters, I appreciate you not looping me in with them.
People that aren't pervs. Knew it. You might as well have said yes.
I am not the person to ask. I wouldn't be surprised if it was, but please don't scar me with that idea.
yeah, cuz what you want is lame.
deal. taco bell, twenty minutes from now.
does cinderella bow to the prince? pretty sure she had that dude running all around town trying to find her. kinda think she had the upper hand on that one. ...or upper foot...
i don't think those exist. everyone's either a perv or a closet perv. yeah, that's not gonna happen, but nice try.
you're the one that brought it up. don't blame mind games with me.
BLAINE: well, that's why they invented punching bags. BLAINE: okay, fine, maybe aced was a bit much. passing sounds doable right? and i'm sure that would make her happy. BLAINE: i've always had mixed feelings about that candy underwear. BLAINE: like... the idea of it is pretty hot, but why are they always made out of hard candy? the ones i've seen, at least. are you just going to sit there and chew away while the other person's waiting? BLAINE: not to mention the risk of it all. one wrong move and it's not candy that's getting bitten.
PUCK: yeah ig PUCK: but it's not the same PUCK: they need to make a punching bag that makes sounds and spurts blood PUCK: and looks like my dad PUCK: maybe if i spend all my time studying like some nerd PUCK: if you see this guy π€ walking around town, just know it's me PUCK: they should make underwear candy out of the stuff fruit by the foot is made from PUCK: you could just slurp it right up, like sex spaghetti
If the shoe fits, Cinderella. I didn't say that, but you implied it by going on about your hook-up record. Well, you don't seem to be the type that wants to be tied down, and I don't casually sleep with people so I don't see how you could be?
Sure. I'll buy you dinner as long as you promise that slap for dessert.
I said she's my idol, not that I want that from her. Nice try though. I guess that's what I'm asking. If she wanted to be with you, would you?
I am not praying for that. Try and take it as a compliment. Like when people say 'he's so hot he just got me pregnant.'
i mean, i didn't deny it. haven't you ever heard you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover? i don't. i treat all books the same - i don't read them.
alright, bet. but i expect to be wined and dined. you called me cinderella, i think you should treat me like her. ...as in like, you being the prince, not the mean sisters.
boring. who doesn't want to bone their idol? irrelephant.
is that a thing? maybe i've just gotta start looking for ladies with breeding kinks.
Right, of course. I didn't mean it like that, it's just I'm not a casual hook-up person, and you obviously are. I'm not going to let anyone in my pants unless they're into me.
How am I sending mixed signals? I'm literally telling you that unless you want more than sex, it's not going to happen. Don't make me slap you, Puckerman.
She is my idol !! Why are you not with her?
I will use my prayers as I prefer, thank you. There are much less deserving people in the world of them than you.
"obviously"? are you calling me a slut? and what makes you think i'm not into you?
i won't protest if you want to buy me dinner after, if that's what you mean. ...or if you want to slap me, tbh. could be kinda hot.
well, did you consider that if you hook up with me, it's like, secondhand hooking up with quinn, or something? science. what, you think that's my call?
at least pray for something useful, like me getting some coochie or something, damn. all the chicks around here are acting like looking at me is gonna get them knocked up.

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Was this the way they were always destined to be? In a constant tug of war. Fighting over a past they couldn't change? Quinn could feel herself breaking, but refused to give him any satisfaction. "And how exactly am I supposed to talk to you? You say one thing and the next you're bringing someone else to bed." She said it as a fact, they both knew it was true. One minute they're baby sitting other children together and the next she finds out he's hooking up with her best friend. Somehow that's always forgotten, and she's expected to be open and forthcoming when she already finds it hard to let people in. "Yeah, sure." She nodded in agreement, refusing to.let her facade fall for even a moment. "I never cared. Why would I? You're a Lima loser and you're always going to be a Lima loser." Harsh. She knew it would hurt him, but he was hurting her too. And in the face of that, Quinn was never big enough to walk away. She lashed out.
He continued. His words striking to kill. This was a bad idea. This whole conversation was a mess already, and it had barley began. Even as he spoke, she had to roll her eyes otherwise she'd really lose it. His first name? Really? Did he think that was where the line was draw. "You're right, Noah." Quinn spoke with empathise and held back from saying he was the one that didn't bother getting to know her. Quinn? Lucy? He'd never know. What was the point? She was better off cutting her loses now. "We weren't friends. I slept with you because I got drunk and felt fat that day. Guess we really didn't have anything else between us."
What she hadn't said and what she would is that it took a lot for Quinn to trust someone with her body. There hadn't been another before him, and now she's sworn to herself she'd stay celibate once again there hadn't been anyone after. She knew Puck through Finn. She screwed that up too. Just like everything, when she sees a good thing in her life, she destroys it. She can't help it. It's like her entire body burned with a desire to keep her unhappy. And maybe this is what she deserved. Puck was right. There wasn't anything real between them. Didn't make it sting any less.
"Screw you." She muttered. Did he think he was being funny? Her circumstances had changed since becoming pregnant. Her parents disowned her and Quinn was living with nothing but the clothes on her back to her name. Already in financial debut just by accepting her place in college and he knew this. For him to throw that back in her face was low. "I don't even know why I came here. Forget it. Thanks for absolutely nothing." Quinn didn't wait. She stormed out of his dorm room, slamming the door behind as she left.
"oh, i'm sorry." the scoff that follows makes it very clear that he is not, in fact, sorry for his actions - not these specific ones, at least. "i was supposed to, what, become a goddamn nun, twiddling my thumbs and waiting around for some chick who doesn't even want me?" considering she'd been carrying his baby, well... maybe it wouldn't have been too much to ask of him, at least while she'd been pregnant, but that was sort of the thing, wasn't it? - she hadn't asked. he was never going to be more than a mistake to her, and it was better if he got that through his head now, than letting the what-ifs continue to haunt him.
the words that follow aren't ones he's unfamiliar with, he's heard them time and time again, and, no matter how hard he might try to prove them wrong, lately, they've never felt more accurate. it stings, sure, especially from her, but it's not surprising - at least, not as much as her actually knowing his name is. it wasn't exactly a secret, but he didn't think she paid that much attention to anything involving him, but, this time, the hope doesn't even have a second to come back before it's instantly smashed - something that he's actually grateful for - or so he tells himself.
as much as this all hurts, he needs to hear it, needs to let it all sink in if he has any chance of getting over quinn fabray. stronger men than him have tried and failed, surely, but he would be the first to actually accomplish it. even if it killed him in the process.
her reaction is fair, a perfectly reasonable response to his asshole-ish nature -- but that doesn't stop his arm from angrily swiping everything off the top of his desk once she leaves, granting himself the tiniest bit of release that comes with hearing it all come crashing to the floor.
The word 'sorry' slipped out of Puck's mouth, and Finn didnβt even know what he meant. Sure, maybe it was because theyβd collided. It was the natural thing to say, right? But something about it felt heavier, like it wasnβt just about that moment. What was he really apologizing for? The bump in the middle of the campus, or everything else? Finn stood still for a second, like his brain needed a moment to process that the voice heβd heard was actually real. He blinked once, then again, just to make sure he wasnβt imagining it. βYeah,β he said after a beat, his eyes not quite meeting Puckβs. βYou should be.β What exactly Puck meant by sorry didnβt matter anymore. Finn decided that word could cover both things: the collision and everything that had happened before. His voice didnβt sound angry, or even sad. Justβ¦ tired. Worn down by a weight heβd been carrying since the whole mess exploded. Since he found out the truth. About Quinn. About Puck. About how everyone else probably knew long before he did. He exhaled slowly and looked down at his hands, like he wasnβt sure what to do with them. It was easier than looking at the guy who used to be his best friend. The guy who had once felt like a brother. Who knew if time would ever really fix that kind of hurt? It had already been months, and the betrayal still clung to him. Was that feeling ever going to fade? He thought about just letting the moment pass, about turning around and walking away. But then, before he even realized it, he was already speaking. βYou ever think about how fast everything changes?β His voice was low, almost distant. βOne day your girlfriend tells you sheβs pregnant, and youβre terrified, but you decide to step up, because itβs supposed to be your job, right?β His eyes lifted, staring somewhere past the buildings, up into the sky. βAnd then, the next second, everything flips. You find out youβve been lied to. By the two people you trusted most.β Finally, his eyes landed on Puck. And for once, Finnβs expression didnβt show anger or sadness. Just silence. Just quiet.
finn's words are a little harsh, sure, but, honestly? anything that's not a fist hitting his nose is kinder than he deserves. besides- he's not wrong. he should be sorry - and he is. he's a guy who's made a lot of mistakes in his life, time and time again, but none of the others had even come close to the fallout that this one had lead to, even if it had started just the same. a result of not thinking about anything - or anyone - besides what sounded fun, in that moment. that kind of thinking had gotten him into trouble plenty of times, but this was one he'd carry with him for the rest of his life.
"...yeah." it's all he can say, glancing down to his sneaker as he scuffs it against the pavement, one half of him wishing the ground would simply swallow him whole, while the other-- ... well, the other is just relieved that to finally be talking to finn again. it's not exactly their most enjoyable conversation, but god is it better than the nothing he's been faced with these past few months.
what comes next takes him by surprise, causing him to look back up at finn as far more words come out of him than expected, but he hangs on to every one of them, laser-focused, in a way he so usually isn't. at least not on anything that's not boobs or a car chase scene.
still, even when finn looks to him for an answer, he remains quiet, actually taking his time in trying to think of something to say that won't make things worse - breaking his usual habit of just saying the first thing that comes to mind. "...yeah."
okay, maybe not that, now he just sounds like he's stuck on a loop, but what is he supposed to say? it's a touchy subject - for good reason, and it's not like he's known for being the kind of person that can make things better with his words. not like finn can. words of encouragement have just never been his thing. instead, he's always just offered-- now wait a second. if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right? ...okay, it was totally broke, but clearly the right words weren't going to come along, so maybe going with his usual method as a backup wouldn't hurt- "i got a twelve pack of bud light under my bed, you want one?"
Sam: Nothing like that I just like being in shape, and working out. Sam: Sure, IΒ΄m only gonna be there for like an hour or so Sam: And since I`m kind of new here, I think it is best if you choose where to go.
Puck: guess so Puck: hope you're not picturing a classy joint. they don't let me in places like that.
because i like what i like, and you can steal puck - but i feel like its gonna bite you in the ass one day.
a pencil's a pencil, dude. my shit handwriting looks the same with all of them.
jokes on you, i'm into that.
Tina: It is not lame but sure we can do something else. Tina: Sure this time they are on me. Tina: Just checking you seem a little distracted on the rehearsal. Tina: So where do you wanna go for the drinks?
Puck: okay, fine. sorry. you're right. just cuz it's lame to me doesn't mean it's lame. Puck: bet π Puck: have you ever seen me not distracted in rehearsal? it's super boring most of the time Puck: idk, your call. since you're the one paying, and all. Puck: i'm a cheap date though. we don't gotta go anywhere fancy.

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I question your sanity. In what world would I give you anything other than fashion sdvice? No. Obviously. Try budgeting like all the other losers on campus. Don't you have a pool cleaning business you're supposedly earning money from? Wouldn't you have been booked for the summer?
okay, what's going on? did you chicks all get together and plan this to get back at me for some reason? what's with all the ragging on how i dress lately? they're just normal dude clothes. sorry i'm not kurt or whatever, but that's not my vibe, and i don't have the budget for it anyway.
how much do you think pool cleaners make? i only had one employee under me, and he quit because the chlorine gave him a rash. besides- it's mostly just a front to hook up with hot moms, anyway. most of my payment comes in the form of head and grilled cheese sandwiches, and they don't take either of those at game stop.
Quinn: No, Puck. Because you always lash out and throw things back at me.
Quinn: Yeah, I do know it isn't that simple. Do you see me pointing fingers at you for it? No.
Quinn: So why is it okay for you to do it to me?
Quinn: Yeah. Sure you are.
Puck: besides this, what have i thrown back at you? Puck: yeah, well Puck: whatever Puck: it's not. that's why i said sorry. [...] Puck: i could have been a good dad if i'd gotten the chance you know Puck: like, if shit was different, and i had money and whatever Puck: i wouldn't be like mine, i'd be good. [...] Puck: and i could have been good to you too, i think. Puck: you know. if shit was different.
BLAINE: don't worry, no one's ass needs to be kicked. so thanks, but no thanks. but if that changes, you'll definitely be the one i'll call for backup. BLAINE: i don't think so, but we'll see. BLAINE: well, look at it this way β she might tone down the nagging if you ace your exams. sounds like a win-win, right? BLAINE: what makes you think an english professor is going to believe that you were peer-pressured into seducing her by some random kid from a different college, who doesn't even know she exists? BLAINE: maybe try to focus on the candy.
PUCK: lowkey disappointing ngl but ok PUCK: you got it PUCK: it's been way to long since i've given an ass whooping PUCK: aced? she'd probably just think i cheated PUCK: but maybe she'd be happy with passing PUCK: idk, that's for her to figure out PUCK: you know they make candy underwear? i saw it at spencer's at the mall
Oh, well hearing that just kick-started my libido. Sorry, but I don't just hook up with anyone. I prefer there to be something there, which you've made clear you are not about. Wait. Quinn? As in Quinn Fabray? The Quinn Fabray?? Dude, at least own up to it.
Truthfully, I wouldn't either. But you seem remorseful about your friendship, so I'll pray that things work out for you.
yeah? you know where to find me. well, good thing i'm not just anyone then, huh?
wait, what? you're totally sending mixed signals here, you know that? it's okay to admit you want me. everyone does at one point or another.
yeah, the quinn fabray. what about it?
thanks, but you should probably save your prayers for someone more deserving. like starving kids that didn't smash their best friend's girls.
Jesse: You're an odd human being.
Jesse: If "having that dog" in you means stumbling into barley earned passes and living off vibes, who am I to judge?
Jesse: Oh, that's right. I'm me. I always judge.
Jesse: As for jazz bars, you uncultured golden retriever of a human, they're sacred spaces. Dim lighting. Velvet seats. Miles Davis echoing through the room like a Saint. They're not just about the drink. It's the atmosphere.
Jesse: But sure, come along. Sit in the corner, sip on whatever and try to have a good time. Just promise you'll wear a shirt with sleeves and refrain from calling the upright bass "that cello thing."
Puck: maybe if u had that dog in u you'd calm down a little bro [...] Puck: that wasn't me hitting on you btw Puck: i don't roll that way [...] Puck: i don't think [...] Puck: but no offense like if u do or whatever, i'm an ally Puck: they taught me that in glee club Puck: anyway Puck: idk about all that other stuff, but i'm good sitting and shutting up and just drinking my beer Puck: idek what a cello is so no worries there Puck: i've got some flannels in my closet, but if there's any hot chicks in the place, i'm gonna take it off. they're not into flannels.

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Just overheard a girl in my lecture say sheβs βnot like other girlsβ because she doesnβt wear makeup. Babe, youβre not like other girls because other girls have taste. This is college, not the pick me girl Olympics. Anyway, I showed up late, looked better than everyone, and still managed to make the TA nervous. Honestly? If youβre not causing at least one minor identity crisis per week, what are you even doing here? @encorehqsstarters
haha damn that's crazy
can i borrow twenty bucks
Because I don't want to chance getting knocked up? Sure.
I'm more of a planner and overthinker, so I guess I can't really relate. There's nothing wrong with winging things, but maybe you shouldn't always. Have you tried apologizing or anything? I'm more of a lone wolf, so I don't know much about best friends, but surely there's got to be some bend there.
it's not like it's guaranteed. percentage-wise, there's been wayyyyyyy more chicks who haven't gotten knocked up than those who have, js. i mean, if you think about it, it's more like that quinn's got super strong eggs or whatever. basically not even my fault, really.
yeah, i tried. but i can't say i don't blame him for not forgiving me. i'm not really the girlfriend type, but if i was in his shoes... can't say i'd be any more willing.