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This is quite the announcement. I’m certainly happy for the both of you, but... might I prod as to your reasoning for such a... sudden elopement? 

Marriage

Me and Rach are dating dude! :^) So fucking awesome we kissed and stuff yo she’s so small so when we hug I end up smelling her hair heheh its like berries like her old last name

Open invite to wedding in Lima Ohio on May 19 at Lima Community Church dudes :^D

I’ll be driving a party van to Ohio this weekend if you guys wanna come but you gotta lemme know first so I can ask my mom for cool passes yea B^) also you got to pay for your own hotel room lmfao

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tianaquinnchel‌:

[Tiana gives her Cool Uncle an even nonplussed look, ripping a page from her papa’s book, or even the whole chapter on a Not Impressed Stare. She doesn’t employ such facial gymnastics for her eyebrows readily, however she and everyone knows her curiosity is her acknowledged hamartia. “Mm, hmm, yes, mystery…” She idly muses aloud, “I wonder who has a hamper of leopard-prints…” as they walk throughout the pleasant gardens of Boreas.

After gushing and talking for so long, Tiana turns her intense attention on her Uncle Hunter’s words, silent and still save for her chest swaying with her breaths. She never got this story from anyone, and it shows, the way her eyes widen and narrow at the supposed rift in her dad’s and her uncle’s relationship signals a wariness – is her Uncle Hunter making a joke? But the furrowed brow and the real touch of somber pauses alert Tiana this was real. 

The part of her fathers dancing in such spectacle amuses Tiana; it’s like of her dad to leave it all on the line for love, and it’s like of her papa to stand up for what he believes in with all his might. She smiles, but it falters, seeing the old and alone figure in front of her, wearing his leopard-print shirt at age xx. She threads her hands on her lap.

She thinks. She moves her hands over, soft, on top of lined fingers. “But… you guys made up, right? You told him, didn’t you? S���why he’s not mad now, I don’t think he’d ever be mad-mad, but hurt… Poisoned. The domestic poison, always the most dangerous to kings, the treachery of army, children, and friends.  Said Bituitis. However, there wasn’t any harm everlasting because you two forgave each other, right? You believe in love, or… at least… want to try, don’t you, my friend?” Tiana’s voice takes on a different tone, familiar to Hunter’s ears for just a second before she titters a laugh. 

“Wow, my parents have had such an adventure… It’s nice to see them together resting at last.” She smiles, leaning back on her hands.]

[ Hunter looks down at their hands, resting on the warm stone of the fountain in the spring sun. It was peaceful, like he had not known in quite a bit of time. He closed his eyes, and breathed in the air, sweetened by dewy hydrangeas and freshly cut grass. Crisp and calm. 

His eyes slide open only slightly as Tiana continues to inquire beside him. In this future, Hunter must have made things right with Blaine. He must have... listened. He might have even agreed, if only for a moment. Suddenly, something switches and Tiana’s voice isn’t quite her own. It stirs Hunter’s heart, stopping it for a beat. His head lifts and he watches her profile for just a beat too long, as she shifts to a laugh. “I believe... in you.” 

Even if she wasn’t really real, Hunter reminds himself, even if this wasn’t the true future. “I believe that the end of all that war when we were younger... was...” The words must be just on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know if he can say them. So instead he says: “You.” 

“The truth is that I don’t know very much about love. I don’t look for it much.” He cedes, wringing his hands together a bit in his lap, “But I think I know it when I see it. And -- Tiana, you...” He looks over at her, and takes a breath, a melancholy smile playing at the corners of his lips for a moment, “... And your parents...” He sighs and glances away again. “I’m not making much sense. I know.” ]

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joephilim‌:

You don’t have to overreact. Take a breath. Remember where you are, child.  You’re not old as, um, time. 

You’re in a dream. You seem to be stuck. Your physical body is somewhere else, and it likely hasn’t aged enough for you to refer to it using that expression. When I wish to get back to my physical body, I find what connects me to the physical world. What keeps me there. My duty. My Bonded One. I’m here with you for a reason… The Lord sends us messages in unexpected ways. Children can symbolize many things; is it purity for you? Hope? A new beginning? A mother’s love? 

[Hunter breathes in and turns away as he listens to Joe speak -- as the puzzle comes together in his mind. Phinnea’s questioning, and Ella Leti’s confusion... and Tiana. Hunter had been so astounded to know that her parents, their love had conquered all in its way... that it had prevailed. But, then, it was his own mind telling him, so how could he have been surprised? 

Oh god -- this was all him, all of it. Everything that had seemed so strange when he’d first come; everyone from his old retinue being perfectly matched with one another, except for... ]

Do I still have time here? An -- hour. I just need an hour. 

[Hunter turns back toward Joe, his manner changed entirely. He felt suddenly more welcome, more relaxed in his body.] 

dream 4/20

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joephilim‌:

You’re a child of the Lord, and I… well, I have no uncle. Not that that’s the… point either. 

You’re not as lost as I thought. You know you’re dreaming. Does that help with the distress? Tell me, what makes you think you’re in the future? I don’t believe I come from anything other than the present. I only travel in the space between physical reality and the celestial. 

*What makes me think I’m in the future*, Jesus Christ -- I’M OLD AS BALLS. ALL OF MY CLASSMATES HAVE CHILDREN WHO WERE MY AGE WHEN I WASN’T OLD AS BALLS. 

Listen -- who are you? How do I get back to before? 

dream 4/20

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tianaquinnchel‌:

[Tiana squeezes Uncle Hunter’s arm, chortling at his response. Now how could Uncle Hunter run out of clothes – “But it doesn’t explain why you have it! Unless, you accidentally traded laundry with someone else and they have your laundry hostage! Aetherea, is that it, Uncle Hunter?! Is someone holding your judge robe for ransom? Your suits for a bounty!” 

Tiana jovially lets go to start an improv scene, yes-and-ing herself to fill the roles of several nefarious clothes-stealers and personified victimized clothes. She gets into the headspace of a tattered but loyal sweater then returns to her non-clothing persona self, answering her Coolest Uncle’s question with measured ease, an Anderson twinkle in her eyes as she winks and replies, “I’m dressing up for a secret – well, not really a secret; I’ll be going on a date with my beautiful, amazing girlfriend and… I wonder if she’d notice I changed a little for her? Not that like, I wanna be a completely different person… but I like putting in, hmm, maybe a little effort to see how she feels about this or that – omigosh, I’m sorry~ ahaha, I’m like blabbering on!” 

Tiana does blabber on, flouncing around. She pulls Uncle Hunter’s hands, both of them, when he also gushes about NYADA. “Oof, Uncle! Hunter! You fellow NYADAphile, I should – no, I ought to get you one of our newly designed green with purple dashed hoodies, no, no, our purple with green dashed hoodies. Perhaps a nice silk scarf. It’d be a perfect spring touch without having to go florals,” she pinches her face in a very Hummelian sniff.

 “But! But! Now you mention it… won’t you tell me about your times in school with dad and papa, please~ Uncle Hunter, were they so obnoxiously together or what?” Smirking as she plots a little light blackmail to use against her parents, she rubs her hands conspiratorily before dropping the facade altogether as part of her jest. “Or you know, I’d love to hear anecdotes here and there! Dad always embellishes everything and Papa says ask your father as if he’s not my papa!”

Tiana has brought her uncle to the fountain, one of her top twenty favorite places at NYADA, and sits down on its effaced stone ring. She pats the spot next to her cordial and warm like the sunlight swimming in the water.]

[ Hunter laughs along with Tiana’s bit, very easily as he follows her down winding pathways. He forgets to worry that she might notice how well this particular shirt might fit into her godfather’s closet, and then decides to carry on with not worrying rather than delicately masking worry. “Oh, I think that’s a mystery for another day. It’s so nice out, it’d be a shame to populate the day with quests and matches with laundry thieves and whatnot.” 

He smiles just a touch as Tiana rambles on about her girlfriend, and tells her not to apologize when she does. Usually hearing these kinds of things wasn’t his style -- certainly he normally wouldn’t have been interested to hear Blaine Anderson gushing about Kurt Hummel if he were back home. But, then, maybe it was the good weather... Hunter happened to be in just the right mood to hear it all, every smushy detail. 

“Well, all of that sounds incredible. My wardrobe could use a little sprucing up,” He smirked, and glanced down at his leopard print shirt all over again -- getting startled each time he did, of course. “And maybe something a little more me.” 

As they reach the fountain, Hunter is glad to take a seat beside Tiana and just take some moments to process, reflect. He wonders what to tell her, briefly, but then simply begins from the beginning. “Well, I didn’t meet your ‘papa’ for a long time. I’ve known your dad almost all my life -- seems like it. Him and I were good friends when we were very young, and then... well, Bloodline politics happened. I rejected him, it was my fault. I saw him less and less. Then we reunited at NYADA, and... again.” He took a breath and looked outward from the fountain, realizing that this was probably not the story Tiana wanted to hear. “I just never... when I was your age... wanted to open up to what he believed in. Compassion. And love, mostly love. 

“Your fathers always seemed very much in love. Almost every time I’d seen them together. But, you know, I’ll never forget... one cold, winter night. I was throwing a party with the woman I thought I was going to marry, and your fathers showed up together, in front of two hundred people who would have liked them better apart, and they just... danced. Like everyone else. I envied the courage, knowing they would have to face the consequences... and dancing. Just to dance.” ]

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joephilim‌:

[Joe’s outstretched hands, and half-open mouth freeze for a moment. People are always telling him such strange things here. Time travel! He must be having some interesting dreams. Lord, guide me.]

Ah, I, um, I see why you were calling for me. You seem to be lost in there. Tell me, child, what’s your name, and where do you believe I’ve sent you? Do you know where we are?

Child?! I’m old enough to be your... uncle. Who’s only slightly older. That’s not the point. 

We’re in a dream in the future. Not the real future, I’ve guessed. Is it the real future? What do you know? 

dream 4/20

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joephilim‌:

[There’s a distinct pull, this time. Joe has been trying to find him, the man in his dreams, but searching was futile. He’s not sure he could do it, even as he sits down and feels himself leave his body, wings folded against his back, but the pull is so identifiable, so there, that he follows without question. As the sensation gets clearer, more defined, there’s something that changes. He’s still in NYADA, but it’s off. Different. He takes a second to look around and–a jolt. Recognition.]

It’s you! I’ve finally found you!

[ Hunter’s eyes widen as he hears the voice behind him, in the hazy dreamscape he had just floated into. He knows the voice. He turns on his heel, already barking before he can stop himself and take the other person in.] 

It’s me? It’s you! You’re the person who sent me in to this weird... future... place. That’s a serious offense, you know. Time travel. 

What’s going on here? 

dream 4/20

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dream 4/20

[ Hunter falls into a deep sleep on Saturday night, drooling on a cafeteria table in the student building. He has mulled over the particulars of this strange version of the universe until it’s worn him out completely. So he snores, allowing himself to drift away into yet another mysterious day.]

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trickstersantana‌:

[PM] Oh, why didn’t you? You didn’t met your own mother?

[PM] I’m pretty sure is just the new trend. In heard in your old times, I think they were called “menes”. 

[PM] Why do you ask? What seems off to you?  

[PM] Maybe for a second, but she died before I could remember. 

[PM] Because of a lot of hate, and fear. 

[PM] Because it suddenly seems to me like this isn’t the real future 

[PM]  Seems like a hex.

[PM] It’s probably nothing. Don’t worry about it. 

[PM as Ella Leti] Hello, Hunter Clarington. You probably have a lot of things to do, and this is not important at all, really, but I have to ask. Did everyone in your generation talked non stop about their parents too? Like, you were talking casually with friends and every two sentences were like "Oh, yeah, my mother used to do..." Whatever your mother did.

[Thoughts] Of course Santana’s kid is the one who’s catching on here[PM] Family dynasties were very important in my day, so I’m sure we talked about our parents fairly often. Not every two sentences often, but it’s probably nothing. 

[PM] Why do you ask? 

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If Beale Street Could Talk (2018)

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[ Hunter Henry Clarington has almost forgotten exactly who it is he’s been looking for as his eyes graze the the scope of NYADA campus all around him, in its enchanted, blooming glory. For a moment, he sees himself sitting with Quinn Fabray in the gardens outside Boreas, whispering conspiratorially as the sun gave way to sink beneath them. He turns his head, and sees himself doing yoga with friends from long ago, trying to help him suppress the anger that always seemed to be shouting inside his chest.  

When he tears his gaze away, he finally sees Tiana, smiling and waving. He has to take a beat to remember himself; she wasn’t a perfect hallucination. She was Blaine’s daughter. His child. With Kurt Hummel. 

Well... Hunter had always thought it’d been a phase, but... here she was, perfect proof that it wasn’t. Perfect proof that there was something real, and true, and deep. Something worth having, something worth fighting for. 

It hurt his head to think about it, but -- it must have been -- 

“Oh -- Hiya, T.” He chuckles, trying to force his shoulders to relax. He feels terribly awkward in this new look of his, “Oh, it’s nothing. Laundry day.” He insists, “What are you dressing up for?” 

Hunter smiles as Tiana directs their attention back to the campus. It really was beautiful on a day like this one. “Yeah, I really did lo--” There it was, “Love this place. It always felt a little like home to me.” He agrees, taking a long look himself after several moments of following her fond gaze along the horizon. “Well, I’d have to agree. You know, I think I’ve heard that before.”]

F2F || “The Tourist” [4.16.xx]

[Tiana Quinnchel Hummel-Anderson presses her hands together behind her back, stretching in the quaint spring sunshine. Term is ending, the upcoming summer seems brighter than ever, and her favorite Uncle Hunter Henry Clarington has made a surprise visit to NYADA. These things are good. It will be good to see Uncle Hunter again, after so long.

When she sees the familiar face, she waves at him, but as her eyes adjust to his approach, she wonders what fad or trend her uncle is sporting – leopard print? Her godfather would be amused. 

“Hiyaa, Uncle!!!” Tiana bumrushes her uncle and launches herself to hug him. She gives him a long hug before looking up at him, examining his louque~ and wonders upon closer inspection, doesn’t Goddad have the same shirt? 

“Oh, cool shirt! It’s… artsy of you! Ooh, is this another moment?? Are we feeling our art kid phase? I’m feeling the inspo! I’m going to dress up later too!” Tiana wraps her arm around Uncle Hunter’s and is already pulling him along. 

“Come on! Let’s go! The campus is so beautiful now! Don’t you agree, isn’t it like something out of your dreams?” She gazes around, sincerely fond. “Did you love this place as much as my dad did? I won’t fault you for choosing NYADA. I’d say that out of the choice of taking fatal poison or going to Magic Harvard, I’d be dead in two seconds flat.” Tiana punctuates the point by pretending to choke and die.]

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[PM] I’m not really interested in what my father had to say. And I didn’t know my mother at all. 

[PM] Ella Leti... did you all talk about your parents this much before I came back to NYADA? Does something seem off to you? 

[PM as Ella Leti] Hello, Hunter Clarington. You probably have a lot of things to do, and this is not important at all, really, but I have to ask. Did everyone in your generation talked non stop about their parents too? Like, you were talking casually with friends and every two sentences were like "Oh, yeah, my mother used to do..." Whatever your mother did.

[Thoughts] Of course Santana’s kid is the one who’s catching on here[PM] Family dynasties were very important in my day, so I’m sure we talked about our parents fairly often. Not every two sentences often, but it’s probably nothing. 

[PM] Why do you ask? 

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knockonkarofsky‌:

[Private] 

You think Judas lacked compassion in the moment he betrayed his friend. Compassion would had stopped it. Not strenght, or logic, but compassion being the key on change. Is that right?

[Private] 

... Yes. 

Courage, and compassion. The courage to... be compassionate. 

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knockonkarofsky‌:{

[Private]

You sympathize with him. Not as as villain, but as a cautionary tale.

Question two was about exiled witches. Even when the Karofsky clan isn’t anymore, there are others…. but let me ask first, what do you think would be the change we need? For justice’s sake.

[Private]

Well, if we look at our example from earlier I think it... becomes somewhat clear. The change we need is... being willing to hear, and see what’s there. What the truth is. In a word, compassion. 

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knockonkarofsky‌:

[Private]

Interview is your opinions, not what you tolerate. We want to know about Judge Clarington. No judgement to the judge. You know why I can be here today.

Again, answer. 1) Thoughts on Judas?

[Private]

Good, then. I think Judas Iscariot... was deeply startled by seeing the person he cared about preaching so fervently, garnering up more and more attention as he went on. I think he betrayed Jesus out of true fear, in a moment of unparalleled personal weakness and selfishness. He didn’t want to see what the future held, carrying on on this... radical trajectory. 

And that was wrong. But very human. 

Judas is what we become when we don’t change for justice’s sake. 

That okay? 

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gotmattitude‌:

Thank you! They are pretty smart. They even debate about emojis for hours.

That... sounds exhausting. 

So I know what you’re thinking

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[PM as Ella Leti] Hello, Hunter Clarington. You probably have a lot of things to do, and this is not important at all, really, but I have to ask. Did everyone in your generation talked non stop about their parents too? Like, you were talking casually with friends and every two sentences were like "Oh, yeah, my mother used to do..." Whatever your mother did.

[Thoughts] Of course Santana’s kid is the one who’s catching on here[PM] Family dynasties were very important in my day, so I’m sure we talked about our parents fairly often. Not every two sentences often, but it’s probably nothing. 

[PM] Why do you ask?