Watch me take on my bright future

Date with the President’s Daughter AU| It’s just another Sunday morning at church when Sam Evans sits next to Mercedes.  Apparently, he likes exploring different churches, and he’s also a self-proclaimed impression expert. Mercedes has to admit, his impression of President Jones is remarkably lifelike. When he asks her out, Mercedes gladly says yes, and directs him to pick her up at the white house at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue the following Friday. Sam, thinking he’s the luckiest guy in the world, prepares to take Mercedes to the school dance. Both celebrate with their closest friends. But when the night comes, Sam realizes that Mercedes is Mercedes Jones, and Mercedes takes the opportunity in front of her to lead the Secret Service on a wild goose chase. Her dad doesn’t need to worry about reelection, and she’s ready to live a little fun. Along the way, they hit up a gay club with some of their best friends and Mercedes throws an impromptu concert in a local mall. Sam sees the overwhelming compassion Mercedes has for others, as well as her one-of-a-kind singing voice, and she admires the way he looks after everyone he cares about and his awesome nerdiness. Even though they get caught by security before they can make it to the dance, President Jones realizes that Mercedes deserves a chance to enjoy herself, and allows her high school to throw their prom, which Sam is definitely going to be her date to, at the White House.

Female Awesome Meme: [1/5] Characters Who Are Unfairly Hated » Mercedes Jones “I just wanted you guys to see me the way that I see myself now: as a leading lady.”

I realized that my favorite f/f Glee ships are all between them

presenting: Mercedes Annalise Jones

…And you promised me. You promised somebody. Anybody. Sing a black girl’s song.  Bring her out to know herself. To know you, but sing her rhythms caring, struggle, hard times, sing her song of life. She’s been dead so long, closed in silence so long. She doesn’t know the sound of her own voice, her infinite beauty. She’s half-note scattered without rhythm, no tune. Sing her sighs… Sing the song of her possibilities. Sing a righteous gospel. 

Let her be born.

— Ntozake Shange, “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow is Enuf” 

Much love to these beautiful ladies.