I lied, this is still in Santana's point of view.
Is anybody still reading this? The last two entries got zero comments.

Sebastian looked even more terrifying on the bed than he did in her bathroom. At least in her bathroom, the lights didn’t leave him drained of all color. Santana suspected that that was why Kurt had chosen them. Either way, when ( Read more... )

This is shorter than usual, but I wanted to show you guys what Santana's apartment will be like. Here's a picture:

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We're more than halfway through, I think.

“SEBASTIAN!” Santana dropped the phone shook the Warbler until he groaned and blinked blearily up at her.

“Wazgoinon?” he muttered.

“You passed out, you stupid little meerkat,” Santana responded viciously.

“Oh,” Sebastian didn’t toss back a scathing reply, just peered inside the toilet bowl. “I threw up blood ( Read more... )

Originally posted by gwinna at When Same-Sex Marriage Was a Christian Rite
Contrary to myth, Christianity's concept of marriage has not been set in stone since the days of Christ, but has constantly evolved as a concept and ritual. Prof. John Boswell, the late Chairman of Yale University’s history department, discovered that in addition to heterosexual ( Read more... )

I apologize for the people who thought that this had updated last night. I accidentally posted a chapter of something that was meant to go on my tumblr.
Here's the actual chapter.

“911, what is your emergency?” asked a far too cheerful woman.

“I need to report a rape,” Santana realized her mistake when the woman began to coo sympathetically at her.

“Oh ( Read more... )

Okay, there's a little discussion of dub/non-con and prostitution here, so be wary of triggers. Also, from now on, the best way to track this fic is to track the tag "arms of the angel," which I've just added the the tags. Happy reading!

“She’ll what, Sebastian?” she demanded.

Sebastian shook his head. “You don’t want to hear it,” he said, shame ( Read more... )

There's going to be some discussion of dub/non-con starting next chapter (this chapter and previous ones hinted at it). It won't be graphic, but it might be triggering, so please be aware of your limits.

Santana would deny to her dying day that she had screamed as Sebastian’s fist went through the drywall in her bathroom before he cursed and ( Read more... )

“Why do you bother?” Sebastian muttered.

“Because I actually care about people, hard as that might be to believe,” Santana replied, wiping the food off the cabinets and the walls.

“If you really cared about me-” but Sebastian bit his tongue. He knew this was a sore spot with Santana, and as much of a jerk as he might be, he wasn’t going to throw this ( Read more... )

This is Sebastian's POV, all future Sebastian things will be posted in this font, just so you know. Again, there's drug use, the withdrawal symptoms start manifesting themselves here, and Santana curses, for all you sensitive people out reading this (of which I can't imagine there are many).

When Sebastian thought he could speak without throwing up ( Read more... )

Slight title change, because I think it fits better.

It took a ridiculous amount of shaking before Sebastian actually looked up at Santana, and even then he seemed to look through her with huge pupils. Santana groaned inwardly when she realized he was high as a kite. Clearly, Alodia had given him something.

“Sebastian,” Santana began anyway, “I don’t ( Read more... )