no but seriously au where klaine uses all of our au scenarios to spice things up in the bedroom but it doesn’t work too well because blaine’s all about the pwp but kurt needs a big backstory with world building
“But why am I a vampire, Blaine? How did this happen? Wait, wait. It’s coming to me. I was a young man, living in 1920’s Paris…”
“Kurt, can you just bite my neck, please?”
okay, glee IS going to comic-con
so who is going to go to the panel and what are some questions to ask brad about the queer parity issue? we’re only going to get answers if there is a deluge of questions for brad so it is unavoidable. the cast is great, but after being shit upon over and over, asking the producers to be accountable for their actions seems more than reasonable.
questions like how much network interference is there? why the intense focus on finchel while sidelining all other couples? was there network backlash after tft? why the in-show meta references to no kissing, but no actual storylines outside of special episodes?
seriously, you should read that fic. it’s a story of two people falling in love portrayed in such a truthful, resonant way that you can’t help but want to inhabit the world the author has created. good fics help you see a character in a more in depth way, and after reading them you feel like you know these people even better than you thought you could. this fic does that for kurt, blaine, and almost all of the supporting characters (i’m looking at you, rachel, burt, santana, and brittany). it was just really honest. and i don’t think you could ask for more than that.
More postcards for this project! This time I made them myself out of index cards and stickers. The cards seemed a bit flimsy by themselves, so I glued two index cards together to make them a little more resilient, though that is not strictly necesssary, as the USPS says an index card is thick enough to be considered a postcard.
305 was the worst thing to happen to me and my blog.
now i can’t log onto tumbr without seeing a gif or a graphic from that episode with their stupid faces or their stupid nuzzles or their stupid fucking disgustingly sweet and hot and perfect and open-mouthed auditorium kiss without devolving into a puddle of sobs at their perfection. it’s not fucking fair.
