20 April 2012 @ 07:30 pm
[video]  
[ 'He' hauls back a leg and delivers a furious kick to the side of 'his' bed, snarling. ]

Not this shit again.
 
 
15 March 2012 @ 10:26 am
[locked from sebastian] / edited ICly for clarity  
Look, I need a favor.

If you haven't noticed already, we've been descended upon by a douche of epic proportion. And coming from me, that's definitely saying something.

So, yes.

Wanted: one raging psychopath person who's willing to worldhop down to my boring backwoods town to put some dicksplash highschooler in his rightful place. If you have the powers to just like, transfigure him into something awful or put some kind of freaky curse on him for a bit, that would be really great.

Must possess: some modicum of self-restraint to not actually kill OR physically harm this guy, although I recognize how hard that would be for anyone once he opens his mouth and his stupid, screeching voice neuters any sanity you have left.

Payment: negotiable.

If that sounds like your kind of gig? I'll be waiting to hear from you.
 
 
01 February 2012 @ 12:09 am
[video]  
[ Be treated to a brief glimpse of side-boob as Santana hastily finishes securing what the particularly observant amongst you might recognize to be a tape recorder underneath her... ample assets. ]

[ Things go black for a time, although someone's sure and quick strides can be heard pounding out on some kind of hard floor. ]

[ Then. Confrontation. Sharp, caustic. A clearly-leveled accusation. A slushie facial containing more than just colored, flavorful ice. A friend, in the hospital. Due for surgery. ]


You wanna have a duel? [ Skeptical, but not completely opposed to the idea. ] ... Cello guys, can you hang back a second? I'm gonna need you for this one.

Everyone else, clear out. [ Smarmy and irritating, in that way only Sebastian Smythe can be. ] I don't want you to see me make a girl cry.

[ Santana's teeth practically grind. But, she contains herself, refuses the bait with surprising professionalism. ] Let's just keep this on point.

[ The community resumes its little peepshow, apparently wiring into the room's electronics to provide visuals since Santana's cellphone is located inconveniently inside the purse she left behind in the car. ]

smooth criminal performance, not cut icly )
 
 
16 November 2011 @ 04:02 am
[video]  
[ ooc: first scene second scene third scene fourth scene / 1st = outing, 2nd = advertisement, 3rd = performance, 4th = confrontation with Finn ... sorry this post is really long, i just wanted to get it all done in one. ]

transcribed dialogue / cut for spoilers )

 
 
08 November 2011 @ 12:46 pm
 
Okay, it's officially way too cold out.
 
 
23 October 2011 @ 01:16 am
love/charity virtue - this was so painful for me to write lmao barf tbh [video]  
Wow, isn't this the most amazing place? I never realized how much I loved coming here until just now. It's totally the second best part of my day... Just behind Glee Club, of course.

Which, speaking of. So glad you guys are on here too! It's too bad about Artie, Mercedes, Puck, Blaine, and the Asians. Oh, and Mr. Schuester of course.

Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped. I'm sure they'll all find their way here given time! And in the meanwhile, we can all have fun and keep getting to know each other better.
 
 
11 October 2011 @ 01:39 am
[voice]  
¿Pero qué coño ha pasado aquí? ¡¿Qué coño dicen?!

[rough translation (v. vulgar phrasing btw, coño technically refers to female genitalia but is used as a slang in many phrases like this): What the hell is going on here? What the hell are you all saying?!]
 
 
13 September 2011 @ 11:27 am
[ meant to be texted just to Brittany; instead posted to the community ]  
I had such an awkward dream last night. About Rachel, ew. No me gusta.
 
 
08 September 2011 @ 06:38 pm
[text]  
Ugh. I am so not ready for school to start back up.
 
 
14 June 2011 @ 07:46 pm
 
The only straight I am is straight-up bitch.
 
 
29 April 2011 @ 08:01 am
[locked from the rest of the Glee cast]  
Contains spoilers for Glee 2x18,  )
 
 
21 April 2011 @ 07:52 pm
 
I'm back, bitches.
 
 
22 February 2011 @ 02:24 am
[video] - shadow santana  
[ Santana - or what first appears to be Santana, anyway - stands with her back to the camera. She's in the middle of a long, seemingly endless hall lined wall to floor with shiny gold trophies and cheerleading memorabilia.

When she speaks, it is with a slight echo. ]

It's the perfect disguise.

Sleep with all the boys at school and no one will ever question your sexuality.

Climb your way to the top of the pyramid and no one will care that you've slept with a girl, too.

Hot girls doing hot stuff... It's what every guy dreams of. But it wasn't enough for her. And it's not enough for me, either.

But I won't do anything about it, because it's just so much easier to sit back and let a guy take care of you. They fall at my feet like slobbering dogs. They make me feel good about myself.

So good, that I was ready to do anything to keep that attention all on me. So I had my "summer surgery."

[ She turns around to gesture shamelessly at her chest, and that's when you can see those telltale yellow eyes. ]

It worked like a damn charm, too. Until Puckerman dropped me like a hot potato for that slab of lard Lauren Zizes.

How do you think that feels?! To be everyone's second choice... And now everyone thinks it's okay to just dump on me? As if it wasn't bad enough being Frankenteen's dirty little secret.

I'd rather be shot out of that cannon than be stuck at the bottom of this pyramid of hypocritical losers!
 
 
27 January 2011 @ 01:19 pm
[text]  
Take me to another world... I want to see this shit with my own eyes.
 
 
16 December 2010 @ 09:54 pm
[Accidental video post]  
[ the video starts and you see Finn standing on the dancefloor of a dimly lit hall holding a glass of wine and speaking into a microphone. Someone is just recording this on their phone so it begins halfway through a sentence- ]


"--some stuff's gone down, and I haven't manned up like I should've. But from now on, no matter what it costs me, I got your back. Even if it means getting a slushie in the face every now and then."

[ he grins and there is the sound of everyone chuckling before he continues,]

"You put this entire wedding together by yourself, Kurt. So as a thank you, I had the Glee club put together a little number in your honor."

[ He walks over to the table where Kurt is sat and puts down the microphone and glass ]

OOC for video )

[[ replies will come a few hours after this is posted - giving the party a time to wind down and people to go home ]]
 
 
Current Mood: brotastic
 
 
11 December 2010 @ 08:40 pm
[text only]  
Today was... Just, ugh. I had this weird feeling, all during school and Cheerio's practice, like someone was watching me. I thought maybe it was that creepy jewfro kid but he's not slick enough for that. I mean, there was this time right before I left to go home, that I turned around and I could have sworn I really saw something - but there was nobody there, so it was probably just my imagination. Right? The feeling went away after that, so it had to have been.

Well, whatever. I don't really know why I'm even posting about this here, but I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest. Britt would take it too too seriously, and everyone else would just think I was nuts.
 
 
29 November 2010 @ 12:49 am
canon move [unintentional video]  
not cut icly )
 
 
19 November 2010 @ 07:56 pm
[fail lock to Santana]  
... Lopez. My request was processed. Your access is granted. I. Only do this for sake of the rules, nothing more. It causes far too many questions for me to leave to...visit often.

If Sylvester, your superior, has any questions, I will talk to her myself. Odd that humans can see us on other worlds, however. ...Never mind. I will have Omaeda make arrangements--only thing he's good for.

... I. Will see you later, Lopez. That's...an acceptable way of ending such a statement, yes? This casual way you insist one is odd.
 
 
13 November 2010 @ 08:04 pm
[audio]  
Santana Lopez in the house. All you mouth-breathers better seriously appreciate what I'm doing for you right here. There's precious little time left leading up to Nationals now and if Coach Sylvester finds out I'm here giving this stupid interview instead of getting ready for our Saturday practice session she'll kick my ass right out of my spankies. So, chop-chop. Vámonos. Let's get this freak show on the road. You get ten minutes to ask all your burning questions. But let's be perfectly clear on one thing: we do not talk about Glee. At all. Whatsoever. Got it? Good.