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Emeli Sandé | Read All About It
At night we’re waking up the neighbours
while we sing away the blues
making sure that we remember yeah
cause we all matter too
if the truth has been forbidden
then we’re breaking all the rules
A scene from Possibilist’s story Whisper War. The pages in the book are actually done by Possibilist herself, which you can see better here and here.
An (former) Achele shipper tries to find alternative explanations for Achele and their gayness pt. 1
No matter how surreal her storyline might become from now on, no matter how much the writers mess with the character, no matter how broken she might be, I will always love Quinn Fabray.
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2x18 - I Feel Pretty / Unpretty Mash Up
Sung by: Dianna Agron & Lea Michele
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It’s 10 years later, and Rachel, instead of a nervous wreck, like last time, is ecstatic.
When planning for the big day, Rachel put up a fight for what she thought were very important details. Gardenias, for instance, must be in her bouquet. Quinn should wear something akin to her outfit from New Directions’ last Sectionals competition (Rachel said it looked dashing on her, when they reminisced about their high school days). She only budged when it came to her singing at the wedding, because maybe Quinn was right about her relaxing and enjoying the day.
There was one thing, however, Rachel absolutely demanded happen.
Quinn thought it was unnecessary, but Rachel didn’t want to take any chances. Not after her last marriage attempt. So, on the invitations for the Fabray-Berry (or Berry-Fabray, as Rachel would put it, no matter how it would be, officially) wedding, at the very bottom, it was requested that everyone leave their cell phones at home.
Rachel had to leave the house earlier than Quinn, since Kurt ordered both a makeup and hair department for the bride.
“Even though you flew all the way back to little ole’ Lima for the ceremony, you don’t know what kind of people are going to pop up to see Broadway’s biggest starlet marry her leading lady,” Kurt reasoned, “Jacob Ben-Israel might come around and take some candids to sell…or keep for a private collection.” They both shuddered at the thought.
Quinn lost track of time, spending her time to get ready to head to the church (she would’ve been fine with getting married in a synagogue, but Rachel insisted that she have some say in the wedding) by having a mild panic attack. Weddings tended to freak her out a bit, nowadays. She broke her arm when Brittany and Santana got married, and Finn broke her nose on the dance floor at Dave Karofsky’s wedding. They were just bad luck for her.
She threw on her tux and rushed out the door, only to stop in her tracks at the sight of a limo parked on the side of the road. With a tip of the hat, the driver greeted her, “A wedding present from one Ms. Rachel Berry.”
In Rachel’s waiting area, nerves finally giving way, the woman paced back and forth, stopping only to get a good look at the clock.
“I’m sure Quinn’s gonna be here any minute,” Santana reassured her with a role of her eyes. The irony of this situation was not lost on her. She remembered everything about that day.
With an unsure nod toward her bridesmaid, Rachel continued on her path, until a pair of hands rested on her shoulders.
“Girl, you have got to stop and take a calming breath,” her maid of honor, Mercedes, said with a small smile. “Everything will be okay.”
As the guests started filing in, Quinn stood at the back of the church with her best man, hoping the fresh air would calm her jittery state.
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you put on the tux,” Artie replied with a bit of a giggle in his voice.
He cleared his throat and checked his watch, after she leveled him with her patented HBIC glare. Yep, she’s still got it.
“Take one last big gulp of freedom, Holy Roller. We gotta get the show on the road.”
“How long are you going to keep calling me that, Artie?”
“Until the end of time, Baby. ‘Til the end of time…” and with that, they headed into the church.
Just when Rachel was ready to run out and start a mandatory search party for her bride, a knock came through the door. Kurt hurried to the door and opened it to reveal Puck in a tux that matched Kurt’s.
“Quinn’s ready, the guests are here, you’re lookin’ fine. I think it’s safe to say we’re ready.”
Rachel sighed with relief and gave Puck a smile for the compliment. With a wink, Puck left, leading the rest of the wedding party to their positions. Nodding her head, Rachel followed her friends.
Throughout the ceremony, Rachel and Quinn surveyed the crowd of guests, when not staring at each other.
They saw Hiram, Leroy, and Judy in the first row, all with watery eyes. They saw the empty seat next to Judy, but that wasn’t going to bring Quinn down. She didn’t really expect Russell there, anyway. They saw people they met in New York who had money and time for the flight to Lima. Mostly Rachel’s Broadway friends and a few of Quinn’s past co-stars.
They saw Finn standing awkwardly in the back. That surprised them, since they only really sent him an invitation to be polite.
When the ceremony was over, their friends cheered when they shared their first kiss as wives, and Santana jostled Brittany awake.
It’s 10 years later, and Rachel and Quinn couldn’t be happier.
Please read: Due to a high amount of unused blogs on Tumblr, we are deleting every blog that does not reblog this by January first. People have been asking for taken URL’s and this is what we are doing.
DAMMIT, STAFF.
Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.
well, id hate to be the person that didnt see this.
hey, this (yubbzy[.]tumblr[.]com/post/13931928296/earlier-that-day-lea-and-dianna-walk-up-to) is mine, i edited it (nayaisflawless[.]tumblr[.]com/post/13930145647). would you mind crediting me, or reblogging it then adding your description?
thank you.
thank you.
No problem! I’ll get right on that. :)
Oh, and thank you for the picture, by the way. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have gotten the inspiration. ;)
