she tweets, making sure to tack a smiley face on the end for effect. Her fingers shake as she hits the send button on her phone, and tears blur her vision for a moment as she lifts her head. The man in the yellow hat refreshes his laptop, a slow smile crawling up his face. He nods at the man next to him in the blue deep vee, and the lighter is moved away from her contract.
“Good.” He tells her, rolling up the document as brad stuffs the lighter in his pocket. “You’re free to go.”
She lets out a shaky sigh of relief, bolting up from the chair and heading for the door. Before she can twist the knob though, he speaks again.
“Oh, and Naya,” He says, “Bring me Darren.”
You guys forgot to sharpen it
STILL FLAWLESS WHEN SHE’S DERPING
I felt it needed a moustache.
also Sunshines and Rainbow.
I’m supposed to draw a unicorn but i fuck at arts so i just draw clouds instead.
I MISSED NAYA’S BB HERE…
OH GOD THAT LAST ONE
Tell me how am I supposed to breathe with no air?
you guys forgot the overalls.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA GUYS STOPPPPPPPPP LET ME BREATHE
The sparkle snatcher needs some sparkles
this isnt complete without a Gay hat
We can’t forget her famous gay orange bag.
I swear to God, with the exception of the whole gay thing, Santana and I are the same person.
Santana Lopez: Badass from Day Number Wah