I have a legit question: is that Faberry fanart?
I see what you mean. This is epic on the confusion scale. It could literally be anyone. Could be fanart, or the couple up the street from the artist.
I can’t even understand what the text is meant to mean. Google Translate is pitiful, and the result is something like “while you think that flirting everyone, I talk to everyone about you”. But it doesn’t appear to give any real hints, unless it’s a quote of some sort?
Fanart could depict anything.
So unless this is an important outfit for the characters, the outfit says nothing except “these characters are in normal everyday clothing”.
Also in the vein, it can depict any gender combination. The gender doesn’t matter really, since it could be a gender-swap pic for all we know. But the gender isn’t given away either. The brunette is meant to come across as feminine, but has no chest definition, so the lack of chest definition on the blond means nothing at all.
Style doesn’t say much either. Anyone can draw any character in cartoony/anime-like.
And unless the flowers mean something special, they’re just flowers too. They’re cute, but that’s about it.
The only thing you can tell for certain is that the characters are a blonde and a brunette. I don’t have to tell you about hair dye though. Hair style means nothing. Girls can have that style, and again gender doesn’t matter in fanart.
Unless you have a source, you’re basically screwed.
But yeah, it does look like cute faberry fluff. If nothing else, think of them as faberry anyway. Quinn would look pretty cute with that hairstyle, I think.
Quinn Misèrables
Summary: Rachel just has to see Les Misèrables the day it comes out, and so she drags Quinn along for a Christmas adventure.
Title: Whole
Rating: T
Author: J.R. Boone (Tumblr: JRAbraxas) (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2485603/JR-Boone)
One-Shot
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the Characters in this story. I wish I did. I would totally be richer.
A/N: Oh my god. Le gasp. No porn for once. I know weird right? Hope you guys enjoy this! Written for the Faberry Week “Beth” prompt.
A/N: For Faberry Week’s jealousy prompt. Even in college, Santana finds that Rachel and Quinn are being as unnecessarily dramatic as always. See below for additional author’s notes. Largely ignores season 4 canon.
For anon, who asked for Marley/Quinn. This is the closest I could get to that.
Read below or here at FF.net.
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On Unnecessary Drama
Santana can make the drive home in three and a half hours if she doesn’t stop and if she hits all the green lights between Louisville and Lima. With that in mind, she begs off of Thursday’s cheer practice and promises to show up Saturday in time to get ready for the football game. She leaves U of L as soon as she gets out of class on Thursday afternoon and is nearly to Lima by the time the sky starts darkening. She only has one class on Friday so it’s not a huge deal that she’s missing it—it’s more like she doesn’t care that she’s skipping it anyway.
You see, I keep inputting Lima, OH to New Haven, CT. And this odd thing at the end of I-80 keeps popping up . Odd really.
I mean, can you guys find a better route than one that cuts through New York?
Truthfully, I have to wonder though. If Quinn is in Ohio and she lives only a couple states away from there now, how is she getting home? Would she really need to hop on a plane, or would she maybe hop on a bus or train? I don’t know how she’d feel about driving, and it would probably be cheaper to go with the bus or train then to pay for the gas anyway. (What would I know about the price for that though?) But I mean, she has to get used to driving again sometime.
And just think, when she’s in Lima she’s gonna see all the underclassmen, but from that photo we can see that she’s also gonna be seeing most of the Upperclassmen. I mean, I see Santana, Mercedes, Finn, Puck, and Mike. The only people she’d need to complete the New Directions Thanksgiving would be Rachel and Kurt. And conveniently enough, she might actually have the opportunity to see them.
I mean just picture it. She’s been driving for who knows how may hours and she shows up at their apartment door and she’s like ‘I’ve been driving almost all day. I figured if I was already here it was the perfect time to pop in and say hello. Would it be alright if I stole your couch for the night or something so I could finish up the drive in the morning?’ Rachel could ask about how she’s felt about driving ever since the crash and if she thinks she’s finally used to it again. But I swear, if this or anything like this happens and I hear Rachel Berry say a line like ‘Of course Quinn. You’re always welcome in my home’ or any variation of that, I’m gonna fucking sob my guts out over it. The prospect of it happening, even the idea of something like that ever occurring is giving me chills and a I just can’t even begin to
author → a. of gleeprompts
prompt → rachel takes it upon herself to show quinn how her boyfriends should have treated her for anonymous
pairing → faberry
words → ~4300
note → set after ‘hold onto sixteen.’When Rachel had caught her crying in the parking lot and said, with that pitying, sickeningly genuine smile, “You make me want to be your boyfriend,” Quinn hadn’t realized she was supposed to take her seriously.
t. I just heard spoilers that Kitty has a turn around after having a conversation with Quinn.Hence New INFALLIBLE Head Canon a.k.a. Karley/Faberry One-Shot In Which Quinn Gives Karley A Better Pep Talk Than Her Sister Gave Her
Title: One Shot
One-Shot (See what I did there?)In Which Quinn Gives Karley A Better Pep Talk Than Her Sister Gave Her
Author: J.R. Boone a.k.a. JRAbraxas on Tumblr
Parings: Faberry and Karley
This fic is fucking perfection. I sobbed so fucking much when I read it the first time.
Faberry Through Finn’s Perspective. Done. (It’s even cannon!)
Faberry matchmaker Brody by captainelizabeth
Just do what you need to for you. At least your followers will always love and support you. (Now that I’m typing it, it sounds more pitiful than it was meant to, but you understand the sentiment.) Seriously, even some of us lurking bastards so get where you’re coming from. Sometimes it isn’t about what’s nice and simple, sometimes it’s about what you need to do for you. It might just be better to do what you’re doing now than to feel this way and do it later (making things worse).
It’s your life. You need to be the one to become comfortable with it. You whole family could be turned into turnips tomorrow and then what? Their disapproval means nothing then. Just do what you need to for yourself and figure it out from there. If you find yourself needing to apologize later, well ok. That’s life. Sometimes that’s just how it is.
We all need to go out and live our lives at this age. go out, find a niche in the world that you like well enough and explore it for a while.
It’s not like you’re going off to join a gang or selling drugs or worse, so you’re still lovable you.
How the fuck does anyone follow less than 400 people
I used to follow way too many people, but then they all kept posting pretty much the same stuff and so I would be on tumblr maybe all day and not even find the spot I left off the day before. So mostly I just follow you, this other person I followed for a long time, and a bunch of people you both reblog. Also a few big name people in the fandom. And a couple random things. I’m tempted to go back to following food blogs though. I miss those. Maybe I can find one that shows really healthy food, or veganism for idiots, or one that links to recipes. Also, I like foxes. Maybe I should find some fox blogs to follow.
But yes, you’re to blame for my tumblr habits. On my main, I think you’re the person I rebloged most. Your page is the one I obsess over most and it just makes me asdafghkljklksdas sometimes, you know?
Prompt: Quinn makes Rachel breakfast in bed before her first day playing the lead in a Broadway show.
Ships: Faberry (obviously), Westberry (brotp)
Summary: Rachel Fabray-Berry wakes up with butterflies in her stomach eleven hours before she’s due to debut as Elphaba Fabala Fae. Her wife thinks it’s better to be filled with pancakes instead.
Word count: 826
For Bobbie [teadalek]
On the morning of the day she’s waited for since she was approximately eight months old, Rachel Fabray-Berry’s stomach is in knots the second she opens her eyes. Her hand seeks the warmth of her wife’s body next to her, but Quinn’s side of the bed is cool, the sheet wrinkled but the edge of the comforter tucked close to her own body. She sighs, turning her face into the pillow, shivers beginning to make their way from her sternum to her toes.
Rachel glances at the clock. 8:30 A.M.
She sighs and sits up, pulling her hair off her neck. She won’t have to take the stage until 7:00 that night, which seems simultaneously like an infinite amount of time and a second from now. For all the years she spent wishing, aching, for this moment, Rachel feels like she would be perfectly okay if it was postponed for at least a few more hours.
