#(which could honestly be higher it's a problem 🙈)

[amazonworrier]

So um controversial but would you agree that some of the brittana kisses weren't that great not just because rib and fox hate lesbians (it was mostly because of that though), but also because Naya didn't seem like that great of a kisser? 🙈 I'm not crazy about the pre-wedding kiss, it was a bit of a weird one looong smooch, who does that like that. The vday party one was so much better, thanks Heather, you're a trooper

Disagree. I watched Naya in Step Up High Water and she was just fine at kissing. Girl knew exactly how to pull off a hot scene when the situation allowed.

The issue with some of Brittana's kisses was about way more than just one actress being bad at kissing. Naya talked about how they had to make Fox think they were only "dipping a toe in the gay pool" and I think that's reflected in the level of intimacy Santana got to show with any of her partners vs. what we saw for any of the straight couples, or even Klaine.

The reality is that straight couples, and to an extent gay men, in mainstream media have traditionally been given more rope than lesbians. It makes absolutely zero sense and is probably less obvious to the younger generations because we're finally making some forward progress now, but back when Brittana were around, lesbian kissing scenes were considered more inherently sexual and generally attracted a higher rating, which affected when a program could be aired and what kind of advertising it would attract. For a show like Glee, on a network like Fox, they were dancing a very thin line with this already because it's traditionally been a slightly more conservative network than others like NBC or Showtime. So once you add in RIBs outward lesbophobia to that equation, Santana really didn't stand a chance. I always saw the argument Santana has with Figgins about her and Brittany vs. Finchel kissing in 'Heart' as the show's way of poking fun at this a little bit. Because it's as stupid as Santana laments it being. How many times did we see other couples go at it in Glee? Why not Santana and her girlfriend? Why did her and Brittany's 'makeout' scene in Duets only involve neck kissing, when Bartie were allowed to get hot and heavy in that very same episode? How come Brittany spent more time getting intimate scenes with both halves of Klaine than she did with her own wife?

Because those were the times we were living in, and they sucked!

If the pre-wedding kiss feels awkward in any way, I'd say it's because Naya and Hemo were told to "go for it" on a show that refused to let its only (canon) lesbian character display any semblance of overt sexual intimacy with anyone other than Finn Hudson throughout its entire six year run. So no, when it comes to Brittana kisses I don't think Naya was the problem at all. Society was the problem, and Brittana are the reason more shows are getting to push that barrier for us now. We should honestly all be thanking Naya for being the driving force behind that, not going after her kissing techniques lol. Heya did their best with the scraps they were given.

[naomana]

Little something for our lovely Sal 💖 @we-dont-talk-about-sal

Mafia DE, it's supposed to be comforting but it turned into.. Idk 🙈

There will be part 2, just not right away

Everything happened so fast, yet it felt like in slow motion. The desperate rushed footsteps, every branch that crackled under the weight of living flesh. Droplets of rain falling everywehre around, making the path ahead full of mud sneakily hidden under slippery leaves and fallen branches of trees. All worsen with no sunlight and the only light source was partly covered moon, iluminating just enough way ahead to not slip or trip and fall.

More footsteps following the first set, slowly catching up to the prey. Multiple gunshots echoed into the dark wood, the pursued person looked over their shoulder every time another gun shot made them believe they were done for. The next shot could very easily send them to the ground, injuring them badly enough not to be able to continue, or kill them on spot. The closer the pursuers were, the higher chance of good aim they had.

Distant voices sounding closer and closer, until the inaudible words became clear. They were so close, yet so far. It was nerve wracking because any second they could have been stopped by anything. By their inability to dodge branch in the height of their face, by slippery surface getting worse every minute of heavy rain, by roots sticking out of the ground, creating deadly trap for unlucky fella.

But the need to carry on, despite barely catching their breath, was stronger than any discomfort or pain. There was no way out if they get caught. There was no fighting because three against one was plain cold murder, not a fight. The clouds covered the whole moon, stripping everybody of the ability to see anything at that point. And that was the downfall they tried to avoid for as long as possible.

The poor victim stumbled over root, if that wasn't enough to make them fall, then puddle of thick mud finished the job. One foot stuck, unable to move, the momentum struck the person to the ground, burying nose into the wet soil. Eyes finally adjusting to the dark, they could see perfect way to disappear just ahead of them, but before they could free themselves, the pursuers finally caught up.

Three men slowly circling around the catched prey, like predators ready to dig into their still breathing dinner. Then they stopped, standing above them in perfect circle so no matter which way the cornered unfortunate wretch decided to go, there was somebody to stop them in seconds. All hope dissapearing with every sharp breath they took, the moonshine finding it's way through the clouds again to land on three drenched man, squeezing their guns with their hands.

Just how many problems can one person cause? But it was one of Morello's people and they could be tough. Sal slowly sat up, without unnecessary sharp movements that could come across as threatening, and their eyes, still sticky from mud, looked at the two men in their vision. Two good looking man, both in dark suit, but only one covered in long coat and fedora. Slowly turning their head, Sal looked at the last man standing behind them, dark purple suit drenched with rain water made the figure underneath very clear.

Well, at least they were surrounded by handsome men before they're supposed to die. To hell with everybody, Don Morello especially. Cold muzzle pressed against the crown of their head and they held their breath in, hearing the trigger click but nothing happened. The man run out of rounds, only extending their misery. "Shit." Paulie cussed and moved the gun away, looking at his friends. Tommy took step closer and pressed the muzzle against the poor lads forehead, expecting fear and pleading, but none of it followed, which honestly confused him. Everyone he ever killed always begged for their lives.

Everyone too scared of death, scared of the unknown and he always pulled the trigger without mercy. But this situation was new to him and it made him stop. "What's wrong?" Sam asked, thinking maybe Tommy's gun jammed or something. "Yeah. What's wrong tough guy? Chickenin' out?" Sal asked, feeling another gun pressing against their temple with angry growl and they chuckled, feeling their body slumping deeper into the mud.

"Shut up." Sam digged the muzzle into soft skin some more and everyone was just quiet, staring at each other. Even Sam couldn't pull the trigger, seeing the resigned face made him reconsider. How badly was Morello treating some of his people to make them ready to die without any fear, like it was better option then living. Because this wasn’t face of somebody ready to die out of layalty.

 "Shit." Sam cussed and put the gun away, he never had problems killing anybody, neither of them really. But the young soul just sat there, rain slowly washing off the dirt from their face, waiting for certain death did something to them.

"What?" Paulie frowned, not sure why nobody was able to do anything, until Sal looked over their shoulder, eyes dull and ready to give up their lively gloss. They looked so broken, so lost. Like somebody forced to do things they didn't want to do, despite clearly fighting back not so long ago. "What's your name?" Tommy asked and reached with his hand to wipe off rest of the mud on their face.

"People call me Sal." The touch made them breathe in sharply, they couldn't remember the last time somebody touched them with such delicacy. If ever. The tender touch only deepen under growing curiosity, Sal slumped into the touch without realising. Like a stray cat allowing the stranger to pet them, after saving their life. The look given to the captor through partly closed lids could be only described as willing. Willing to listen to anything. Without questioning it, without fighting it.. the impulse to submit was automatic.

Curious hand carried on caressing wet cheek before Tommy pulled away, looking at his friends. "We gotta.. we can't let him walk away." Sam reminded Tommy, who stepped into his way as he was ready to lift up his gun again. "It's just a kid. God knows what Morello did to him. Just look.. " And Sam looked again, sigh following the frown. "Tommy. We can't let him walk. Whenever you feel bad for him or not, it's one of Morello's men. How many of our guys do you think he killed?"

"None." Sal bulged in, quickly looking down when both men turned around to look at him. "Yeah, right." Sam scoffed, having no trust for the words and tried to walk around Tommy, who just stepped into his way again, shaking his head. "What eactly did you do for Morello if not killing people?" Paulie asked with real curiosity, he couldn't imagine why else would Morello have people under his whip if not for killing others while doing their jobs.

"I'm not exactly gangster.." Sal said quietly, despite the cold rain splattering against their exposed skin, they were not cold. They couldn't really feel cold for a long time. "What do you mean?" Tommy asked, looking at his friends. The conversation would go a lot smoother under a roof and not in middle of woods with never stopping rain soaking them from heads to toes. "Sam. Look, can we just find a shelter? We can get more information out of him." Tommy stepped closer to Sam, lowering his voice so Sal couldn't hear him. "We can always kill him later. He seems willing to talk."

Sam frowned, thinking about it. "Please? Just listen to me this once?" He asked quietly and Sam sighed, slowly nodding his head. "Fine. But if anything goes wrong, that's on you." Sam took a step back, letting Tommy turn around and help Sal on their feet, pulling them out of the muddy trap they've been stuck in this whole time. "Can you walk?" He asked and Sal nodded, slowly walking behind Sam, who started looking for any kind of shelter.

Luck was on their side, not even 10 minutes of walking and they found abandoned cottage. It was in ruins, but the roof was still intact and that was good enough for them. Sam walked in, assessing the situation and their new surrondings while Sal sat down on the floor quiet as a mouse. Paulie pulled off his suit jacket and procceed to squeeze out the excess water. "There’s some wood in the fireplace." Sam pointed out and took out his lighter, fiddling around the fireplace for a moment before he succesfully lit it up. Soon enough the room was lit up and warming up.

"Alright. Now you can explain your situation." Tommy wipped off dirty chair and sat down on it, watching the disaster sat on the floor. Pauie and Sam joined him and Sal looked into the fireplace, finding the fluttering flames soothing. "I help around with everything. During night... I just do, what I gotta do." They said without going into details, but by the silent reaction they knew it was understood.

They all knew Morello was not the perfect employer, but nobody was expecting anything like this from the crooked bastard. Did he have any limits? Did he have any morale whatsoever? "I'd rather die than return back." Sal said honestly and shifted closer to the fireplace. Tommy moved from his chair and sat down on the floor next to them, feeling really bad for their situation. Having too much sympathy, taking on the risk to sit so close. But instead of threats or violence, Sal put their head on Tommy's shoulder and closed their eyes, barely feeling the strong arms wrapping around their shoulders as he shifted into exhausted sleep. Having no idea other two men joined, all sitting there in strange captivity of the embrace.