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Perfect the Way You Are | Pezberry ficlet photo prompt by poohlikeaboss

“Hey Rachel?” Santana bent over to pick up another sea shell, her bucket already heavy with the ones they’d found.  Their families were on vacation with one another, and Rachel’s favorite thing to do was find sea shells on the beach.  Santana didn’t like it very much, but it made Rachel happy so she went along with her.
“Yeah?” Rachel stopped examining the shell in her own hand, trotted in the sand toward Santana.  ”Did you find another good one?”
“No, well I mean … yeah, but that wasn’t it.”  Santana held out the most recent find, watched with admiration as Rachel beamed in approval at it.  ”What if I’m not like other girls?”
Rachel looked confused, “What do you mean?”
Santana took a breath, frowned a little.  ”Well, you know, we’re 9 now and … the other girls talk about boys.  How cute they are, or how they want to try being boyfriend-girlfriend.”  Her best friend continued to listen, perplexed.  ”I don’t think about that though.  And my mom, she said that any normal girl … “
“You are normal!  Your mom is crazy sometimes.  She likes all those Jesus candles and talks about stuff out of the bible.  I think you’re normal.”
“What if I feel the same way about girls as I should about boys?”
The question was almost too quiet to hear.  Rachel didn’t respond right away, and Santana flushed with embarrassment.  Just as she was about to run, Rachel flung her arms around Santana’s neck and held on tight, “You’re perfect the way you are.”

merrickfemslash:

Perfect the Way You Are | Pezberry ficlet photo prompt by poohlikeaboss

“Hey Rachel?” Santana bent over to pick up another sea shell, her bucket already heavy with the ones they’d found.  Their families were on vacation with one another, and Rachel’s favorite thing to do was find sea shells on the beach.  Santana didn’t like it very much, but it made Rachel happy so she went along with her.

“Yeah?” Rachel stopped examining the shell in her own hand, trotted in the sand toward Santana.  ”Did you find another good one?”

“No, well I mean … yeah, but that wasn’t it.”  Santana held out the most recent find, watched with admiration as Rachel beamed in approval at it.  ”What if I’m not like other girls?”

Rachel looked confused, “What do you mean?”

Santana took a breath, frowned a little.  ”Well, you know, we’re 9 now and … the other girls talk about boys.  How cute they are, or how they want to try being boyfriend-girlfriend.”  Her best friend continued to listen, perplexed.  ”I don’t think about that though.  And my mom, she said that any normal girl … “

“You are normal!  Your mom is crazy sometimes.  She likes all those Jesus candles and talks about stuff out of the bible.  I think you’re normal.”

“What if I feel the same way about girls as I should about boys?”

The question was almost too quiet to hear.  Rachel didn’t respond right away, and Santana flushed with embarrassment.  Just as she was about to run, Rachel flung her arms around Santana’s neck and held on tight, “You’re perfect the way you are.”

pezberry week » day two: living together.

pezberry week → wednesday: nerd!santana and popular!rachel

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patronustrip:

shippity:

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meatbicyclevevo:

thetowndrugdealer:

precumming:

I JUST PUT MY SHIRT ON AND THERE WAS A SPIDER IN IT!!!!!!!!

or did you just put a shirt on that a spider was already wearing?

thats so rude

rainbowsandfood:

Literally my favorite vine of all time

allmagicomeswithaprice:

damn right

(this ain’t) dany and doreah (game of thrones xxx)