// Oi, let it be known Iโm wanting to find me somebody to get my Wynsita on so if you could RT to let ze people know that would be ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด.
Gimme! Please and thank you.
ใ@MissSPierceใ
None of it was going right.
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ of it.
She had gotten the hell out of abuelitaโs house as quickly as she possibly couldโve after hearing those words, with so much hatred andโ and ๐๐๐จ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ dripping from them; every single word, aimed Santanaโs way. +
@MissSPierce + shut as she spoke those words into the outer world. It hit her, like a pile of ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ๐, too. Became more real, as she admitted it to her girlfriend in the privacy of her bedroom. Things had been looking up for a moment, for a single second and now it all felt like it +
That Kitty girl, or whatever her name is, might wanna start retracting them claws as soon as possible. Girl might be a ๐๐๐ฉ but Iโm a fuckinโ lion.
@2ndHandSongbird โ Same goes to you.
Itโs been a minute. โ
Santana greeted Marley with a nod, a half-smile on display.
โ Oh, yeah. Plenty of time for me to put the fear of God in her if possible. And, ah. Good, yeah. Iโm alright, all things considered. Visiting. You? โ
Little Miss Plastic Primadonna is talking shit again?
Just say the word, Iโll whoop her pale ass into next century before she can be racially discriminating towards anyone ever again.
@MissSPierce + finally breathed out, not quite sure who she was apologising to. Brittany, for nearly bailing on her? Her abuela for not being who she wanted her to be?
Maybe even herself for not knowing how to handle this better, too. That didnโt matter much either way, as she leaned her +
Santana chuckles, head ducking in a somewhat bashful manner that she only seems to let shine through around Brittany.
โ Might have to add some glitter to this one to make it shiny, though. โ
Santana visibly cringes at the visual Brittany describes, shaking her head slowly before responding,
โ Yeah, no. I donโt needโ we donโt need that. Definitely staying over to fight her ass in case of anything. โ
@MissSPierce + fact was rarely ever locked. Sneaking into her girlfriendโs home wasnโt new to her, especially at late hours. With a deep breath, when she found herself in front of the blondeโs bedroom door, Santana knocked lightly and hesitantly said,
โ Britt. . ? โ
@MissSPierce + prompted her walking there in the middle of the night, in sleepwear. Definitely not thinking as clear as she normally would have. She didnโt seem to realise how much time had passed before she arrived to Brittanyโs home and walked straight to the back door that she knew for a +