watcher-simmons:

I think they’re going through it. Or preparing it for something. Or someone.

Who is they? Are you sure it isn’t some freshmeat trying to play a prank or some shit? Because I will fuckin’ destroy them if it is.

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phoenixrisenfromashes:

Three Point One Four by The Bloodhound Gang

watcher-simmons:

Something is going on in Lancaster’s room…

The fuck?

I can actually feel it…

blondecarebear:

how does that even happen

Whatever it is, looks like you need some booze.

Texts to Plays for the other team

Di: Oh, well, I don't know her name. I only know she's a younger Shadow. I don't even know if Quinn knows it herself. I will ask her.
Di: Nice, already looking forward to it!
Puckzilla: jst get me a pictur description or a name

Texts to Plays for the other team

Di: I will, Puck. She's my friend, so it's obvious I do that kind of things. But wait what, chick? What are you talking about?
Di: Well, if you really want to give me something. What about a bottle of Malibu. I love that.
Puckzilla: th one she popped in the fce. rumors r goin crazy rn and idk who it really was
Puckzilla: considr it done. ill hav it to ur room in 2 days whn the new shipmnt comes in

Texts to Plays for the other team

Puckzilla: yo, u do me a favor?
Puckzilla: ill throw in a bottl of w/e u drink
Di: Sure, what do I have to do? Oh, I don’t need something back from you.
Puckzilla: mak sure Q is ok... n get me the name of tht chick
Puckzilla: n its a favor, id owe u

Announcement over the PA system:

st-vladimir-academy:

Due to the injuries gained during his devoted defending of the academy, we have decided to send Watcher Niklaus Lancaster on an indefinite time to a rehabilitation center in Switzerland. 

His classes will be split among the rest of the Watchers, as well as his duties. 

We have strong faith that he will recover in a record time and come back to us full force, therefore there is no need to worry about him. 

His plane leaves tonight at midnight and all the activities will go on about the same way as before.

We are also pleased to inform you the outdoor shooting range has been taken care of and is now in fully equipped and open for usage. We encourage you to try out all the new additions to it, various targets, even the improvised maze reaching into the woods. The Watchers there will guide you through the process. 

Here’s to your successful training,

The Administration.

Jumper // Pucktana

sweepersan:

“Shut up.” Santana shoots back with a smile. “I’m not whipped if I like doing sappy shit for my girlfriend.” She can tell by the way he said it that its not a a jab at her, and that he’s actually happy for her even if his current romantic situation isn’t ideal. Santana still really wants to know what happened with him and Q, but neither of them seem up to talking about it so she’s leaving it alone for now. Puck’s usually up for talking after jamming anyway and he’ll prolly even start the conversation himself if she gives him enough time.

She sees his face fall as he passes her, or at least the beginings of it. She’s sure he waited to get past her before letting the emotion show on his face, she just knows him too well and caught the signs. Santana lets it go. If he wanted her to see it, he wouldn’t have walked past her in the first place, and she follows him out and down to the quad.

It’s been a long time since they jammed out here, and even longer since they did so with electrics. Before the attack was the last time they did this and she’s a little nervous, but hell she wants everyone to think she’s back to normal so what fucking ever. She’s not of course, but she can fake it with the best of the Shadows these days when it comes to damage. Its also the first day she’s wandered out of her room dressed in anything but track pants as well, thankful that its a cool day for summer, thanks to it being fucking Montana she’s only in a zip-hoodie, her tank and some baggy jeans. Santana can tell a few of the chicks around, at least, noticed so she’s glad she changed it up for once.

“Something I started working on before the attack, I wanted to try it out. You’ll pick it up fast. Then whatever the fuck we think of.” She makes sure to say it just loud enough that most of the students near them can hear, Puck would so fuck her shit up if he thought she was really ambushing him with emotional shit in public. She’s not, they just happen to be playing in the quad and this song was part of the plan as soon as she calmed down from her Spanish rage fit. In reality, she doesn’t know another way to get him to talk to her later other than their music… or roughing him up but she’s too fucking tired for that right now.

The song was originally done on acoustic, and she wasn’t lying when she said she was working on an electric arrangement for it. She thinks it sounds a little more bad ass this way.

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, that you’ve been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand.
I would understand,

She puts a little more emotion into the second verse, because this song pretty much applies to herself, or anyone in their group these days. He’ll she might fucking sing it to Quinn if she doesn’t get her head out of her ass soon, and she waits for Puck to join in because they both know it’ll be less like she’s singing to him and more like they’re jamming. Most of the student body has no clue that half the songs they do actually mean something anyway.

The angry boy, a bit too insane,
Icing over a secret pain,
You know you don’t belong,
You’re the first to fight, You’re way too loud,
You’re the flash of light, On a burial shroud,
I know something’s wrong,
Well everyone I know has got a reason, To say, put the past away,

I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend,
You could cut ties with all the lies, That you’ve been living in,
And if you do not want to see me again, I would understand,
I would understand.

Puck just nods, not paying very much attention. He missed playing his electric guitar, something that hasn’t happened since… Well, since before he can remember. Which means way too fuckin’ long ago. He’s confused - why not just name to something that they both know? - but Puck just nods. There’s a crowd, and Puck can almost pretend everything’s okay when it all feels so damn familiar. There’s a sense of uneasiness in his actions, unsure of what San wants to play and why he feels that way. Puck shrugs off the feeling, knowing he’s been way too paranoid lately.

The opening chords are recognizable, but Puck can’t place them until Santana starts singing. His jaw clenches but Puck plays the chords, the song easy as fuck to pick up. That’s not what has his eyes closed in concentration or his teeth grinding slowly. It’s the surprise, the annoyance at their own business being fuckin’ broadcasted pubicly. And whether Lopez did it on purpose or because she thought it would help, he can feel himself closing off as the words hit too close to home. Not fucking cool. Singing about their mutual sadness, or about fucking hot chicks, that’s something for a crowd. But this shit is way too personal, even if the idiots around them don’t pick up on it, and his already quick temper simmers under his skin.

When they finish the song Puck wants to ditch, to just leave. He’s no longer in a music mood and maybe punching, or shooting, would help right now. Instead he’s stuck here, with the muscles in his jaw aching from how hard it’s clenched down and a guitar in his hands. He waits for her to pick another song, wanting to just get this shit over with so he can go back to his training room.

Lazy Sunday…

blondecarebear:

If you want cuddle time with Mr. Teddykins, you are welcome to borrow him as long as need be.

You’re the one missin’ out C.