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animalcrossingshowdown · 1 year

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Round 1 results:

These are the round 1 results for both most and least popular villager. The winners of this round will continue on to most popular, the losers go onto least popular. Remember, just because a villager lost, doesn't mean they're generally disliked! They may have just gotten stuck with a heavy hitter round 1.

Biggest sweeps (85% and over):

Woolio 96.4% / Yodel 3.6%

Lily 95.4% / Limberg 4.6%

Lucky 93.4% / Lucha 6.6%

Sherb 92.7% / Shinabiru 7.3%

Henry 92.1% / Hippeux 7.9%

Cephalobot 91.6% / Cesar 8.4%

Lopez 91.5% / Louie 8.5%

Shep 90.9% / Sheldon 9.1%

Butch 90% / Buzz 10%

Chief 89.9% / Chico 10.1%

Bea 89.5% / Barold 10.5%

Bow 89.3% / Boyd 10.7%

Rio 89.2% / Rizzo 10.8%

Tangy 88.9% / Tank 11.1%

Skye 88.7% / Simon 11.3%

Shino 88.6% / Shoukichi 11.4%

Cleo 88.3% / Clyde 11.7%

Petri 88.1% / Petunia 11.9%

Ankha 87.6% / Anicotti 12.4%

Vivian 87.6% / Vladimir 12.4%

Rolf 86.1% / Rodney 13.9%

Molly 85.7% / Monique 14.3%

Diana 85.4% / Diva 14.6%

Portia 85.4% / Prince 14.6%

Closest matches (55% and under):

Camofrog 55% / Cally 45%

Cube 54.6% / Cranston 45.4%

Curlos 54.6% / Cupcake 45.4%

Frobert 54.6% / Fruity 45.4%

Anchovy 54.4% / Angus 45.6%

Wade 55.4% / W Link 45.6%

Bella 54.2% / Becky 45.8%

Jane 54.1% / Jambette 45.9%

Annabelle 53.8% / Analog 46.2%

Drift 53.8% / Drake 46.2%

Rooney 53.8% / Rollo 46.2%

Spike 53.8% / Sparro 46.2%

Alice 53.3% / Alfonso 46.7%

Billy 52.9% / Bill 47.1%

Grizzly 52.7% / Groucho 47.3%

T-Bone 52.7% / Sylvia 47.3%

Eunice 52.3% / Eugene 47.7%

Nate 52.3% / Nibbles 47.7%

Melba 52.2% / Meow 47.8%

Big Top 52% / Biff 48%

Erik 51.8% / Étoile 48.2%

Bettina 51.4% / Bessie 48.6%

Hornsby 51.4% / Hopper 48.6%

Mint 51.4% / Midge 48.6%

Scoot 51.2% / Shari 48.8%

Ed 50.7% / Egbert 49.3%

Frita 50.7% / Friga 49.3%

Samson 50.7% / Sandy 49.3%

Clay 50.5% / Claudia 49.5%

Koharu 50.5% / Kody 49.5%

Pinky 50.2% / Piper 49.8%

Julia 50.1% / Judy 49.9% <- (look at this shit)

Middle of the pack:

Punchy 84.9% / Pudge 15.1%

Curt 84.7% / Curly 15.3%

Muffy 84.6% / Mott 15.4%

Biskit 84.1% / Bitty 15.9%

Daisy 84% / Deena 16%

Kyle 84% / Leigh 16%

Coco 83.5% / Cole 16.5%

Roscoe 82.9% / Rory 17.1%

Stitches 82.9% / Stinky 17.1%

Mitzi 82.8% / Moe 17.2%

Vesta 82.2% / Velma 17.8%

Monty 82.1% / Moose 17.9%

Gladys 81.7% / Gigi 18.3%

Opal 81.7% / Otis 18.3%

Hazel 81.6% / Hector 18.4%

Purrl 81.4% / Queenie 18.6%

Tia 81% / Tiansheng 19%

Ione 80.8% / Inkwell 19.2%

Roald 80.8% / Robin 19.2%

Flora 80.7% / Flossie 19.3%

Chrissy 80.6% / Chuck 19.4%

Ketchup 80.2% / Kevin 19.8%

Kiki 79.8% / Kit 20.2%

Sunny 79.6% / Sven 20.4%

Lulu (anteater) 79.5% / Lulu (hippo) 20.5%

Poppy 79.5% / Poncho 20.5%

Bruce 79.2% / Broffina 20.8%

Hans 79.1% / Harry 20.9%

Gayle 78.9% / Gaston 21.1%

Pashmina 78.8% / Pate 21.2%

Bunnie 78.6% / Bud 21.4%

Beau 78.5% / Beardo 21.5%

Ace 78.3% / Admiral 21.7%

Marty 78.2% / Masa 21.8%

Gwen 78.1% / Gruff 21.9%

Dotty 77.9% / Dora 22.1%

Pekoe 77.8% / Peggy 22.2%

Aisle 77.5% / Al 22.5%

Goldie 77.5% / Gloria 22.5%

Elina 77.2% / Elise 22.8%

Maple 77% / Marcel 23%

Lolly 76.5% / Lobo 23.5%

Pierce 76.3% / Pigleg 23.7%

Phoebe 76.2% / Phil 23.8%

Tiffany 76% / Tiara 24%

Fauna 75.9% / Felicity 24.1%

Carmen (rabbit) 75.6% / Carmen (mouse) 24.4%

Ruby 75.6% / Rowan 24.4%

Fang 75.4% / Faith 24.6%

Papi 75.3% / Paolo 24.7%

Hopkins 75.2% / Holden 24.8%

random break at the 75% mark because apparently there is a character limit for blocks of text

Boomer 74.8% / Boone 25.2%

Fuchsia 74.8% / Gabi 25.2%

Rosie 74.6% / Roswell 25.4%

Eloise 74.5% / Elvis 25.5%

Freya 74.4% / Frett 25.3%

Ozzie 74% / Oxford 26%

Chevre 73.9% / Chester 26.1%

Victoria 73.8% / Violet 26.2%

Stella 73.7% / Sterling 26.3%

Drago 73.6% / Dozer 26.4%

Maggie 73.2% / Mallary 26.8%

Gala 72.7% / Ganon 27.3%

Bianca 72.5% / Betty 27.5%

Belle 71.8% / Benedict 28.2%

Patty 71.8% / Patricia 28.2%

Bones 71.6% / Bonbon 28.4%

Merengue 71.5% / Merry 28.5%

Bam 71.4% / Bangle 28.6%

Hamphrey 71.4% / Hank 28.6%

Dom 71.3% / Doc 28.7%

Tammy 71.1% / Tammi 28.9%

Marcie 70.8% / Marcy 29.2%

Genji 70.7% / Gen 29.3%

Zell 70.3% / Yuka 29.7%

Cousteau 70.1% / Croque 29.9%

Teddy 70.1% / Tex 29.9%

Marina 69.7% / Margie 30.3%

Ribbot 69.7% / Rhonda 30.3%

Ellie 69.5% / Elmer 30.5%

Baabara 69.3% / Aziz 30.7%

Carrot 69.3% / Cashmere 30.7%

Claude 69.3% / Clara 30.7%

Peck 69.3% / Peewee 30.7%

Wolfgang 69.1% / Winnie 30.9%

Tucker 69% / Truffles 31%

Norma 68.9% / Nindori 31.1%

Jeremiah 68.8% / Jay 31.2%

Tutu 68.1% / Twiggy 31.9%

Flash 68.3% / Filly 31.7%

Rocco 68.3% / Rocket 31.7%

Sprinkle 68.3% / Spork/Crackle 31.7%

Zucker 68.3% / Zoe 31.7%

Ursala 67.9% / Valise 32.1%

Amelia 67.8% / Alli 32.2%

Deli 67.8% / Derwin 32.2%

Chelsea 67.6% / Charlise 32.4%

Boots 67.3% / Boris 32.7%

Cherry 67.1% / Cherri 32.9%

Cookie 67% / Colton 33%

Peaches 66.9% / Paula 33.1%

Sasha 66.9% / Savannah 33.1%

Flo 66.7% / Flip 33.3%

Freckles 66.7% / Frank 33.3%

Tom 66.5% / Toby 33.5%

Bob 66.1% / Bluebear 33.9%

Azalea 65.9% / Axel 34.1%

Caroline 65.8% / Carrie 34.2%

Tybalt 65.8% / Twirp 34.2%

Tad 65.5% / Tabby 34.5%

Agnes 65.4% / Agent S 34.6%

Cobb 65.4% / Coach 34.6%

Octavian 65.4% / Olaf 34.6%

Reneigh 65.4% / Renée 34.6%

Chow 65.2% / Chops 34.8%

Rudy 65.2% / Sally 34.8%

Maddie 64.9% / Maelle 35.1%

Chai 64.8% / Champ 35.2%

Olivia 64.8% / Olive 35.2%

Pippy 64.8% / Plucky 35.2%

Celia 64.7% / Cece 35.3%

Wendy 64.7% / Weldon 35.3%

Pango 64.6% / Pancetti 35.4%

Joe 64.5% / Jitters 35.5%

Puddles 64.3% / Puck 35.7%

Felyne 64% / Filbert 36%

Snake 64% / Sly 36%

Kid Cat 63.9% / Kidd 36.1%

Jacques 63.8% / Jacob 36.2%

Chabwick 63.6% / Chadder 36.4%

Bree 63.5% / Broccolo 36.5%

Sylvana 63.3% / Sydney 36.7%

Tipper 63% / Timbra 37%

Static 62.9% / Sprocket 37.1%

Marshal 62.8% / Marlo 37.2%

Annalisa 62.7% / Annalise 37.3%

Quetzal 62.4% / Quillson 37.6%

Nosegay 62.3% / O'Hare 37.7%

Ken 61.9% / Keaton 38.1%

Nan 61.9% / Murphy 38.1%

Tasha 61.9% / Tarou 38.1%

Rilla 61.5% / Ricky 38.5%

Julian 61.4% / June 38.6%

Knox 61.1% / Klaus 38.9%

Pecan 61.1% / Peanut 38.9%

Deirdre 60.9% / Del 39.1%

Whitney 60.6% / Willow 39.4%

Webber 60.5% / Wart Jr. 39.5%

Greeta 60.4% / Graham 39.6%

Cyd 60.4% / Cyrano 39.6%

Blanche 60.2% / Blaire 39.8%

Hugh 59.8% / Iggly 40.2%

Bertha 59.5% / Benjamin 40.5%

Dobie 59.5% / Dizzy 40.5%

Viché 59.4% / Vic 40.6%

Rex 59.2% / Rhoda 40.8%

Mac 58.9% / Madam Rosa 41.1%

Audie 58.8% / Aurora 41.2%

Apple 58.7% / Astrid 41.3%

Raymond 58.7% / Rasher 41.3%

Pietro 58.5% / Pierre 41.5%

Joey 58.3% / Jūbei 41.7%

Mathilda 58.3% / Medli 41.7%

Hamlet 58.2% / Hambo 41.8%

Bubbles 58.1% / Buck 41.9%

Penny 57.7% / Penelope 42.3%

Avery 57.5% / Ava 42.5%

Lucy 57.5% / Lyman 42.5%

Flurry 57.4% / Francine 42.6%

Kitty 57.4% / Kitt 42.6%

Huggy 57.3% / Huck 42.7%

Epona 57.2% / Emerald 42.8%

Stu 57.1% / Sue E 42.9%

Rodeo 56.9% / Rod 43.1%

Soleil 56.8% / Snooty 43.2%

Canberra 56.7% / Candi 43.3%

Kabuki 56.7% / Katt 43.3%

Walker 56.7% / Walt 43.3%

Apollo 56.4% / Antonio 43.6%

Leopold 56.4% / Leonardo 43.6%

Iggy 56.2% / Ike 43.8%

Miranda 56.2% / Mira 43.8%

Poko 56.1% / Pompom 43.9%

Raddle 56% / Quinn 44%

Megumi 55.9% / Megan 44.1%

Lionel 55.1% / Liz 44.9%

Nana 55.1% / Naomi 44.9%

#me: round 1 is almost over aaa !#me: sleeps through alarm I sent to mark it ending #it's okay I'm only two hours late

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murcielagatito · 11 months

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idk how even to start this post bc wile im using miles morales as an example his actual comic race differs and this is the fault of people just straight up not understanding how race in regard to us puerto ricans works. and its all thanks to racism colorism and the depiction and representation of latinos in media

to fully understand this and how deeply we are affected we need to go alllll the way back to the beginning

its 1490whatever and cristobal colon has just discovered the americas. and on one particular island, boriken, he discovers a tribe, the tainos <3. we brought him gold and showed him kindness. and to make a long story short he fucked us over immensely. if we didnt bring meet his gold quota it was chopped off hands. he killed us he raped us he did countless atrocities. we were given a new name: puerto rico “rich port”. most americans know what happened to the many indigenous nations on the mainland but not many are taught about us the indigenous islanders. los tainos. we spanned across el caribe: jamaica, cuba, haiti, dominican republic and puerto rico (where im from!)

but dont get it twisted we didnt just roll over and take it. the very first freedom fighter, cacique (chief) hatuey fought with many other tainos to be liberated. unfortunately, he was executed in 1512 and that was that

one year later, in 1513, what imma call ‘phase two’ began. with him this time, colón brought enslaved africans to work the fields alongside tainos. its over for us. we are miserable, malnourished, and theres no escape. and as one does when youre live and work and die together, you love together. and love we did!

everyone who lived in puerto rico loved and loved and every combination possible of taino, african, and spaniard was born. and this has continued for 500 years. a caste was created. and that caste still hurts and affects us to this day. because all it was is colorism and racism. and after seeing the horrid takes about latinos in the spiderverse fandom and beyond…. well here we are now because somebodys gotta say it

but hellbaby? why did you have to add all the history stuff?because the way miles’ family was portrayed could have been awesome representation for many afrolatinos. and they fumbled big time. its not bad representation so dont twist my words. it just could have been better

the representation of latino families in hollywood has always been a bit…. stereotypical. and not just sterotypical but homogenized and caricaturized. anyone remember george lopez (the show)? when someone thinks about latinos NOW, the household names are pedro pascal, gina rodriguez, or oscar isaac. pale people!!! and then as fame works, jenna ortega and all the other pasty latina biddies are who rise to fame and household name status. everyone recognizes them ofc

but what about gina torres, laz alonso, rosie perez, judy reyes, tatyana ali, selenis leyva, amara la negra and many more? how many of these actors can you recognize from name alone? did you know theyre all afrolatino? (and did you know theyre in extemely well known movies and tv?)

how many stories in television do you know in this day and age that have afrolatino characters whose latinidad isnt ignored? i can name one off the top of my head. monse from on my block. a show revolving latinos that was relentlessly made fun of. like i get it its a comedy and its funny and fun. but latinos may as well be synonymous with getting laughed at at this point and we are soooooo fucking tired of it

it all boils down to one simple message. the erasure of black and indigenousness from the latino community. “miles is latino because his mom is latina” “miles is black and latino” its not something you can put into two separate labels. miles is a black latino. he is afrolatino. and that means a lot of things for a lot of different people but until you can understand that black people can also just be latino we will always be stuck in this horrible era of people assuming that afrolatinos cant just literally be black hispanics…

when miles morales was first announced to be the protagonist of spiderverse so many rasict ass latinos were upset. “why does an afrolatino have to be the first representation we get of a latino spiderman?” and many other things like that were said about him. “well the reason hes latino is only because of his mom” and just like that, the knowledge of the existence of black people that have been latino for centuries has gone down the drain. a new (old) misconception was brought back to the surface and popularized. and its gutwrenching and heartbreaking and horrible. black latinos exist and miles morales is afropuertoriqueño

there are so many nuances when it comes to race and latinodad that ppl just dont bother learning more about and how racism and colorism plays into it. and it has had many negative effects to how real life afrolatinos and indijenolatinos are perceived and treated. we arent asking for the impossible we’re just asking for recognition and understanding

#mi mami es afrolatina pero yo no soy #so theres obviously better people to speak on this but it gets exhausting having to pick outselves apart just so you can understand #miles morales #rio morales #jeff morales #spiderverse

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femgeniuses · 2 years

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Graffiti & Street Art Walking Tour + the Urban Nation Museum

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othergaywarbler · 7 months

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#glee #glee poll #glee mothers #quinn fabray #shelby corcoran #emma pillsbury #carol hudson hummel #polls

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ghostfaceaddams · 8 months

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It's the Great Pumpkin, Santana Lopez

Part Two

summary: Santana works to win the school costume contest with Quinn.

warnings: Santana remarks, she attacks JBI, Puck has a fake machete.

word count: 3,234

“Hey Pink!"

Santana turned and burst into a wide smile as Quinn came bounding up to her, all decked out in her Sandy Olsson getup. They greeted each other with a quick kiss (flipping off the hockey and football players in the process). Santana ran her hands along Quinn's waist to the small of her back, her eyes glued to Quinn's cleavage.

Quinn bit her lip in a lustful smirk. Part of the reason she agreed to the costume idea was so she could distract Santana in the classes they had together (if she was lucky, Santana would take her before Judy got home). She placed her hands on Santana's sides and absentmindedly started brushing her fingers there, sending shivers down Santana's spine.

"I don't think you're too pure to pink after all." Santana mused, her eyes huge.

Quinn laughed and hit Santana in the arm playfully.

"Keep staring like that Rizzo and I'll have to take you in the choir room."

"Really?" Santana's eyes were huge and her voice resembled that of a kids after saying they were going to King's Island.

"Santana! No! Anyone could walk in, especially Mr.Schue."

Santana frowned and tangled her fingers with Quinn's hands.

"You know how many times I've fantasized about us fucking on the piano." Santana pouted quietly.

Quinn shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the dirty fantasies Santana projected. Santana smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on her girlfriend.

"Get your stuff and walk me to class." Quinn ordered.

Santana straightened up and saluted Quinn earning a bubbly giggle from Quinn.

Sometimes it scared Quinn how happy Santana made her. It was almost as if her happiness depended on Santana or Santana's happiness. (It didn't, just sometimes Santana made her so groundbreaking-ly happy that it warranted some concern.)

"Aye aye Captain." Santana smiled charmingly.

Quinn admired Santana in her buttoned up black shirt that had the top two buttons undone. Her eyes outlined her girlfriends glorious biceps down to her scandalous legs.

"You're a dork." Quinn snorted as Santana closed her locker.

Santana slung her Pink Ladies jack over the crook of her arm. They joined hands and began their trek down the boisterous halls of McKinley.

"Careful Fabray, you only get away with comments like that because you're my girlfriend."

Quinn leaned in close to Santana, almost bumping them into a couple of lousy teens. Her voice was low and husky and matched her "innocent" smile.

"I get away with a lot because I'm your girlfriend." Her hot breath tickled Santana's ear.

Quinn smirked as Santana tripped over her feet. A few brave souls glanced at them to see what was happening and were awarded with Santana's death glare.

They made it to Quinn's first period class (economics) where Santana walked Quinn to her seat. Santana draped her arms around Quinn's neck, barracking Quinn's gaze. When the school first found out about the couple, they had been scandalized; half of them didn't expect it and the other half were revolted. But once you see a baby come out of your girlfriends sacred girlfriend, it kind of puts things into perspective. So they kinda said screw it and just showed up to school junior year hand in hand with Santana walking Quinn to class and public displays of affection. Turns out they were pretty affectionate. Quinn's economics class was used to this by now.

"If anyone makes any moves on you or ogles you, just text me. I'll go all Lima Heights on their perverted asses."

Quinn scoffed and slid her arms comfortably around Santana's waist. Santana unconsciously melted into her girlfriends warm embrace.

It was their one problem with their costumes: jealousy. Quinn just took it out by aggressive making out (and aggressive sex later). Santana's methods were a little less healthy. (She actually broke a dudes nose over summer break for just saying hi to Quinn a little too warmly.)

"I don't think that'll be necessary San." Quinn mused lightly.

"Promise me Quinn. Just humor me." Santana flitted her eyes up and rolled her head restlessly.

Quinn squeezed Santana's sides to gain her attention and pulled her closer. Santana's vulnerable eyes glanced up to meet Quinn's security blanket ones.

"I promise."

Then Quinn leaned down and softly kissed Santana to prove that it wasn't necessary but she would tell her because she knew Santana had a phobia of abandonment. The kiss soon heated up. Quinn still wasn't a fan of people watching them but with her lips on Santana with her girlfriend holding her, she felt protected from the universe and all its unfair problems.

"Miss Lopez, you're going to be late for your class. Again."

Miss Wilcowski reminded the young couple as Rosie O'Donnell but with short hair and a cat lady.

"See ya later hot stuff." Santana pecked Quinn one last time and then was off.

Quinn turned and sat down in her seat.

"Say, Miss Wilcowski, you're looking absolutely-"

"Save it Lopez."

Quinn laughed from her seat and quickly covered her mouth in a weak attempt to hide it from Santana. Even though she didn't comment on it or look back, she knew Santana heard.

"You're my hero!" Santana shouted then hurried out of the classroom.

Antagonizing Quinn's economics teacher was something Santana enjoyed a little too much.

"Two more years." Miss Wilcowski grumbled.

*****

They were peacefully walking to Glee Club (or as peaceful as you can walk in a loud, overpacked hallway with annoying teenagers) when Puck came running up behind them and pretended to stab them with a fake machete.

Santana was laughing up a storm and was congratulating her best man with a high five. Quinn glared at Puck and punched him in his arm.

"What the hell Puck?"

"What's wrong Blondie, you scared?" Puck slid his Jason mask back on and raised the machete in her face.

Quinn found her way back to Santana's side and grabbed her hand as if it was second nature.

"Don't worry baby, I'll protect you." Santana cooed in a baby voice.

"You're both asses." They laughed at the blonde and entered the choir room. "How'd you even get that in here? You could get expelled for that and then we'll be disqualified from Sectionals."

"Relax Baby Mamma, I won't get caught. As long as no one snitches." He fixed them both with raised eyebrows warningly and pointed at everyone who was present in the choir room.

"Call my girlfriend Baby Mamma one more time Puckerman and I'll cut your dick off so you never impregnate another woman again." Santana threatened.

Puck raised her hands in surrender and sat back in his seat. Santana rolled her eyes, her hand gripping Quinn's a little too firmly (she was starting to loose blood circulation).

When Quinn had gotten pregnant, her and Santana had broken up. It was a stupid fight that they both regretted, but they had foolishly broken up and Quinn was heartbroken. So she went to Puck to try and get back at Santana. The plan was to just make out a little. But then she got drunk and one thing led to another. Santana had been heartbroken after finding out Quinn was pregnant (which of course was expected), but Quinn kept the father a secret. Until Rachel blabbed her mouth and lets just say they were going for a record of breaking up in one year.

(Through it all, Santana was always there for Quinn. Even after she found out her girlfriend got pregnant by her best friend while they were broken up, she still got Quinn whatever she wanted. Quinn specifically remembers one time when Santana buying bacon for Quinn with a scowl on her face. That's when she realized that Santana was the only one for her. Sure she was pregnant at 16 and Santana was really the only person she dated, but it was enough to know that Santana was her person. It was like it was tattooed on her soul.)

Santana had forgiven them both (Quinn first since she was her best friend and love of her life, plus those puppy eyes she kept sending Santana was her kryptonite) but she didn't like to be reminded about it. Quinn could talk about Beth all she wanted and how gutted she still felt to this day, but when Puck was brought up things got sour.

They sat down in their seats in front of Puck and waited for Mr. Schue to arrive. To pass the time (and to slightly rub it in Puck's face) Santana cradles Quinn's legs on her lap and started making out. If there was one room Quinn felt free and safe to be affectionate with her girlfriend with (aside from their bedrooms), it was the choir room.

"You guys are disgusting." Lauren remarked from beside Puck.

"I think they're cute." Tina defended the couple.

"And what are you suppose to be? A poster for Do Not Do It, It Gets Better signs?" Santana shot back, ignoring Tina's comment.

Quinn trailed her fingers down Santana's arm, admiring every inch of her. She was just going to let Santana and Lauren duke it out until Mr. Schue came in.

"Hey Quinn." Brittany smiled animatedly.

Quinn slid her legs off of Santana's lap and angled her body towards her best friend. Santana's hand blindly searched for Quinn's until the blonde's fingers brushed the tips of hers.

Brittany had on a kid version of a Catwoman suit so Quinn assumed the go lucky blonde was shooting for a regular cat and not the sexy superhero. She even had a headband of cat ears on and whiskers drawn on her face.

"Hey Britt. You look amazing."

"Obviously. I look better than everyone here."

Quinn laughed and nodded her head along. She wasn't sure about that but she wasn't about to burst the jolly girl's bubble.

"Hey, hey. Hello. Excuse me. Just because your stalker of a girlfriend went overboard with her costume," Quinn had to laugh because that was rich coming from Santana. "Doesn't mean you get to flake out on this sacred holiday."

Finn looked to the side in that confusing way of his with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"I didn't."

"Really? Then where's your Frankenstein costume?" Santana was becoming more annoyed by the second.

"I'm a football player." Finn said it like it was obvious.

"A-a football played? Please tell me you're kidding-Berry tell me your neanderthal boyfriend is kidding."

Quinn leaned in closer to Brittany and watched her girlfriend get all worked up. It was honestly quite adorable when Santana tore into people over their costumes. Sure Santana was a little obsessive when it came to Halloween (and by a little Quinn means a lot, a lot a lot a LOT), but it had its cute, wholesome moments.

"He's not." Rachel seemed just as disappointed in her boyfriend as Santana was.

"I'm Aaron Rodgers. See?" Finn pointed to his jersey.

It was green with two yellow stripes on the arms. The number 12 was in bold white letters on the front and back with RODGERS in the same lettering on the back. Finn turned to put his jersey on full display, smiling goofily the whole time.

At first Santana just sat there with her mouth hanging low. Then she clamped it shut and shook her head. She started muttering some things in Spanish under her breath, nothing Quinn could understand. (After growing up with the Lopez's Quinn had taken it upon herself to learn Spanish.) Quinn about fell out of her seat and onto Brittany's lap when Santana jerked Rachel into the empty seat beside her. It was the last seat in the row meaning Finn couldn't sit with Rachel.

"You're going to sit in the corner and think about a better costume idea for tomorrow night." Santana was pointing to the other side of the room in the back room, her eyes purposefully looking away from Finn.

The tall boy opened up and closed his mouth a few times (Quinn just knew Santana was dying to make a fish joke) then stumbled off in that direction. He plopped down next to Mike and looked at him questioningly. The innocent man just shrugged.

Santana molded herself into Quinn's side and shook her head.

"Men. What are they good for?" Santana muttered.

Quinn laughed and kissed Santana on the side of her head. Santana crinkled her nose in disgust but Quinn knew it was just for show. She still had to maintain some badass status in the school.

"Wow guys! You all are looking sharp. I'm impressed." Mr. Schue clapped his hands once and turned his proud father smile on them all.

Santana shot Quinn a proud, excited smirk that rearranged Quinn’s insides. Quinn shook her head but smile nonetheless.

Rachel was dressed as Fanny Brice (of course), Tina was a goth vampire, Mike was dressed as Ren McCormack at the end of Footloose (and boy did he look good), Sam was decked out in Bruce Springsteen attire, Mercedes was killing it as Batgirl, and Artie was mirroring Professor X.

Mr. Schue was dressed as Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. The three Cheerios had seen Sue dressed as Nicki Minaj in the halls earlier.

Mr. Schue went to speak just for the intercom to come crackling on. Everyone grimaced or covered their ears from the intense crackling. Brittany covered her cat ears.

“Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Hello, students and faculty of William McKinley High. You have all submitted your Halloween Costumes to Miss Pillsbury, those of you who have attended this competition.”

The glee club erupted in applause. Santana planted a passionate kiss on Quinn’s lips causing Rachel to scoot her seat away. The whole school had participated in the costume competition but Santana was confident in them winning. The Latina had come in top ten her freshmen year and last year won with Puck as Chucky and the Bride of Chucky. This year she was determined to win with Quinn.

“Before I give the results, to the boy in the hockey mask terrorizing the student body, I ask you to stop or you will be caught.” Quinn turned around and glared at Puck. “Now, I would like to go over a few guidelines for those trick or treating Sunday.”

The walls of the school practically shook from the student body groaning. Mr. Figgins started going over the guidelines that they should go in pairs or with an adult, not to go up to houses without the light on, and to, “Be aware of razor blades hidden in candy.”

Mercedes cocked her head to the side and scrunched up her nose.

“I thought that was a myth.” Artie voiced.

“Also, as the leaders of our future, the faculty of William McKinley, and your parents, advise you to not throw any Halloween bangers this weekend.” Santana, Puck, and Sam all sniggered earning hits from Quinn, Lauren, and Mercedes. “Your safety is our number one priority.”

Figgins cleared his throat and was heard pulling a piece of paper out (with some difficulty).

“Now, for the long, awaited, results.” There was a dramatized pause.

“Oh get on with it!” Santana shouted at the intercom.

“Santana.” Mr. Schue said softly but sternly.

Quinn placed a calming hand on Santana’s knee. This was one of Santana’s not so cute moments. The Latina sighed and rolled her eyes dramatically.

“This is bull-“

“In third place we have Rachel Berry as Miss Fanny Brice.”

“What? This was handmade, I even got it dry cleaned!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Can it hobbit.” Santana snapped.

Rachel did her signature pout and crossed her arms defiantly. Santana had migrated to the edge of her seat and was staring lasers into the intercom.

“In second place, we have a couples costumes. With a new take on Rizzo and Sandy from Grease, we have teenage lesbians Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray.”

‘Figgins needs to learn to stop misidentifying sexualities.’ Quinn thought to herself. Just because they were two females in a relationship and Santana was a lesbian didn’t mean Quinn was. Or anyone else for that matter.

“What?” Santana flew out of her seat like a rocket taking off. Her chair tipped over in her wake.

“Here we go.” Mercedes tossed her hand up, remembering when they had lost the couples duet (which Santana still was mad at Sam for even though he understood he just wasn’t ready to come out yet).

“Our winner is Jacob Ben Israel as Dark Vader.”

“It’s Darth.” Sam muttered.

Santana was pacing the choir room, wanting desperately to run her hand through her hair but knew it would ruin her Rizzo hair.

“The top three winners can report to Miss Pillsbury office to take photographs with their trophies. Have a spooktastic day.”

“I’m going to kill that jewfro! I mean, how can he even fit his afro in to that helmet? It would break!” Santana was screaming.

“Santana-“ Mr. Schue started calmly.

Santana started storming out of the choir room, her eyes blazing ferociously.

“Oh no.” Quinn hopped out of her seat with Puck and Sam in toe. “Santana! Leave the small, perverted boy alone!” It was hard to chase after the Latina in heels.

The rest of the glee club got out of their seats to follow, anticipating Santana going Lima Heights on JBI. Truth be told, everyone in glee club had wanted to see that boy hit at least once.

“Guys!” Mr. Schue threw his hands up exasperated and ran his hand through his hair.

“And people say I’m a sore loser.” Rachel muttered as she hurried after the rest.

Santana was stalking the halls looking for a mini Darth Vader. He was so small and Darth Vader costumes were so cheap, they were basically a onesie, he couldn’t be hard to find. Santana was enraged. How could that perverted dwarf win with such a low grade costume of a cliche character?

She finally spotted him, about to enter Miss Pillsbury office. She would never in a million years admit this, even if she was held at gunpoint by one Sue Sylvester, but she was impressed. JBI’s costume wasn’t a onesie. It looked like it was the actual costume from the 80’s. For a second, just a second, Santana second guessed attacking the boy. He was big and covered in plastic.

But alas, he stole her rightful first place, and she was Santana fucking Lopez. Lucky for her he had his helmet off, so she slipped her heel off and chucked it down the hall. Somehow it hit him square in the head.

“Ow!” He started rubbing his head.

Santana became unhinged. She charged the poor boy, tackling him to the floor.

“Oh shit.” Puck said before him and Sam ran after the deranged woman.

Quinn shook her head and followed. ‘I’m dating a psychopath.’

“Stop the violence.”

Santana didn’t really hurt him since he was protected by all the plastic of the suit, but she did scratch him by his eye (fitting for his character). It took Puck, Sam, and Mr. Schue to pull Santana off of JBI and back towards the choir room.

“Don’t mess with Lime Heights!” Santana kicked her legs wildly.

For everyone’s sake, Quinn hoped they won tomorrow at the party. Santana losing (especially to Halloween) while intoxicated was not something anyone wanted to happen.

#glee #santana lopez #quinn fabray #santana lopez x quinn fabray #quinntana #gfaddamswritingcorner #also posted on ao3 under wankyyy #halloween is the best time of the year #spooktober

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