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May 21st, 12:49pm

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veryberrybway:

…he sometimes feels so bad he — and his girlfriend, who supervised, but didn’t help, he was very specific about this point — bakes you cookies over the weekend. But not just any cookies. Vegan, dark chocolate “I’m Super Sorry” cookies.

They sure aren’t as pretty as the ones I used to whip up in high school, but the fact that Eric remembered that story in the first place is impressive. 

However, they were delicious and I told him all’s forgiven, but if he wishes to live to actually be on stage for our opening in a few weeks, he should probably refrain from dropping me again to avoid the wrath of my angry, protective girlfriend.

And on that note: Eric made you your own batch, too, Quinn. Though your message is slightly different from my own.

Are some interesting looking cookies.

Do mine say ‘please don’t kill me for being an incompetent dance partner and dropping your girlfriend sixteen thousand times’. 

Because I’ll be impressed if he managed to fit all of that on a batch of cookies.

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May 20th, 9:57pm

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veryberrybway:

lucydreamingq:

veryberrybway replied to your photo

Judging you.

But they’re so perfect

And golden. 

…because the fries won’t give you naked weekends…

Next time you come over I might just be naked and holding a sleeve of fries.

Now you’ll know why.

Judging you.

But they’re so perfect

And golden. 

Fanfarlo’s Tunguska.

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May 19th, 1:23am

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Rachel: Oh my god how awesome would it be if I was just covered in bubble wrap and could run into people and things like a tiny sumo wrestler?
Rachel: I've been icing it on and off since I got home. I think the swelling's going down. And I'll never turn down your company, Quinn.
Quinn: I'll be there in ten, then.
Quinn: And not nearly as cool as you apparently think it'd be, Sweetie.

How's the super handsome Barts doing?

Anonymous

Great!

His nose is wet and cold, he’s free fallin’, and I’m pretty sure he’s making some good progress with that little lady dog across the street. 

What can I say, my dog’s a bit of a player.

He’s been really excited to get so much attention and park time, lately. It’s good to see him happy.

You really think so? Well, I... thank you...(if you could actually SEE my facial expression, It's a mixture between complete shock and disbelief) It is true, I am a real person. No longer just a grey-face with a nickname. haha. And I'm STILL anon, though I'm not quite sure why. -shrug- We can just chalk it up to me being shy. Maybe I'll send you more work soon. Possibly a preview of my book. I'm in a sharing mood :) - Ace

Anonymous

You can take a picture of the shock/disbelief and slip that into my submit box, too, if you’d like. ;P 

Well, I’m just assuming it’s because you don’t want all of my followers to stalk you. Which is, you know, reasonable. All of my followers are kind of crazy, so….

Or maybe you’re just shy. Your call, obviously. 

I’d love to see more. Just put it in my submit box, or something. I don’t know how good of a commentary I’ll be, but…I’d love to see it. 

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May 19th, 12:44am

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Rachel: No you're not.
Rachel: I'm fine. Just really sore.
Rachel: If you could have seen his face... It all just happened so quick and I was up in the air and then I wasn't.
Quinn: Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's called the dumbass dropping you. Quickly.
Quinn: Do I need to come over with my kit and numb the area for you? Are you keeping ice on it? Are you sure you're okay?
Quinn: Do I need to just...buy you bubble wrap?

Quinn: I'm going to kill him.
Quinn: Are you okay?
Quinn: I'm going to kill him.