#Kurt Angle Song

[toxinoire]

Feeling inspired so if Heathers the Musical was filmed on a set.

Director: And, action!

Veronica: A future gas station attendant.

Kurt: ....

Kurt: ...You have a zit right there.

Veronica: That wasn't your line.

Kurt: I know, I forgot my line.

Director: WAIT keep that there. That is perfect!

Veronica and Kurt: What-

~~~~~

Heather: If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.

Heather:

Heather: Pfft-

Heather: Heather!

Heather: Sorry, sorry. I can't help it because now I am imagining you holding a meat cleaver trying to measure Veronica's angles.

Director: This is the 75th take.

~~~~~

Heather: Honey whatcha waiting for-

Heather: *push* SHUT UP HEATHER!

Heather: *falls*

Heather: Ow.

Heather: Oh crap wait-

~~~~~

Everyone: Holyyyy shiiiitttt

Veronica:

Veronica: Crap, wait I forgot my que, sorry.

~~~~~

Heather: VERONICA DON'T FORGET THE CORN NUTS IT'S NOT A PARTY WITHOUT CORN NUTS!

Veronica:

Heather:

Both: Pft-

Director: Damn it you two.

~~~~~

Ram: Why do you gotta be so weird all the time-

Martha: Says the guy who wears his underwear for half the musical.

Ram: Martha please stop, we need to get through this scene.

~~~~~

Heather: My d---'s bigger than John Lennon!

Director: HEATHER STOP-

~~~~

Kurt: Veronica, please take this seriously.

Veronica: Kinda hard to when you're singing about balls and well, you two are actually gentleman in real life.

~~~~

Kurt and Ram: Big sword fight in her mouth~

Martha: How do you even fit two d!cks in one mouth?

Heather: Martha, you're not even in this scene.

~~~~

JD: We can start and finish war- *drops gun* Oh shit.

Kurt, in a spiderman position on the fence: Hah you dropped your- *falls* AH

~~~~

Veronica: Shouldn't you three be dead, why are you in this scene?

Heather: The director thought it would be funny for Kurt and Ram to attend their own funerals.

~~~~

Miss Flemming: *reading the lyrics for Shine A Light* Do...Do I have to say this?

Director: Yeah.

Miss Flemming: "I faked it" Did you forget we casted my real husband for this-

~~~~

Heather: Are you saying Westerburg is a bad place?!

Heather: No I- *starts laughing*

Heather: Heather, come on.

Heather: Sorry, it's kinda weird to see you be mean when you're the nicest person ever.

Heather: We need to get through this scene.

Heather: Okay, okay. Bully me, give me your best.

Heather: Oh my gosh Heather.

~~~~

Martha: *practicing* I took that scab and put in a loc- Okay, I don't want to say that.

Director: You have too.

Martha: My character is supposed to be an innocent bean, not a creep.

Director: Because she's not a creep.

Martha: No one fucking puts a scab in a locket!

~~~~~

Veronica: This is it! I won't cry-

JD: But I would.

Veronica: Jason stop interrupting me while I sing this song is very hard to sing.

~~~~~

Veronica: How am I supposed to take this seriously when Heather's in a kimono and Kurt and Ram are in their underwear posing like 🧍🏻‍♀️

~~~~~

JD: I WAS MEANT TO BE YOOOOUUUURRRSSSSS

Veronica: I'm in the closet-

JD: Veronica, stop.

~~~~~

Veronica: I wish you'd come with me!

JD: I wish I had more TNT!

Veronica:

JD:

Both: *starts laughing*

Director: Damn it! Take 67!

~~~~~

JD: Our love is Gooooooddddd

Veronica: Say hi to God.

Heather³, backstage: Kaboom~

~~~~~

All: BEAUTIFUUUUUULLLLLL

Director: CUT!

Everyone: Oh thank goodness.

Heather: That was a hard note to hold.

[usedtobecooler]

been in a writing slump for the last lil bit, i currently have seven (yes, SEVEN) almost completed WIPs in my google docs, all varying characters and scenarios, a few that are requests and others that aren't. i'm gonna pop little descriptions and excerpts from each WIP below, if you guys want to please reply and cast your vote for which one you wanna see first i'll finish the one with the most votes and post it on friday! <3

untitled - kurt kunkle x fem!reader

decription: there basically isn't one, kurt is readers spree driver and she wants to fuck him real bad lmao

“W-want you, Kurt,” You stutter, unable to hold back your tears when he tugs your hair harder. The song changes, though your ears hardly register it. From this angle you can see the streetlights out the windows, painfully aware now of how open and public this is, how if the cops came you’d both be fucked. It doesn’t help how much you’re enjoying this.

Kurt groans when you finally give him what he wants, the reply he needed, all the anger on his face changing to bliss, “Tell my fans how good my cock is,” He’s smirking at you, grinning wider when your eyes pop open in realization. You tilt your head further back, finally aware that he’s been filming this on Live the entire time, just muting the noise of his notifications so you knew no better.

me, myself and why - modern day!eddie munson x fem!reader

description: eddie and reader are in a situationship that continues on no matter how much reader claims to want out. based on me, myself and why by alana springsteen.

You sit up in the bed that you’d wound up in at least three times a week for the last four months, and you curse yourself for being so stupid. You try not to let the pain overtake your features, try not to let him see that it’s bothering you — the rejection, and how your ‘relationship’ will be over just like that, because you were stupid with your own emotions.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” You stutter, leaning over to the side to retrieve your clothes, a quiet little chuckle escaping your lips, and you know you look crazy, all wide eyed and trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to escape, “I probably wasn’t thinking at all, post orgasm haze and whatever.”

but i do - steve harrington x plus size fem!reader

description: our fave lil steve takes an interest in a plus size girl who's typically confident, though her confidence falters when they finally have sex.

So, when he approached you and asked you out, you really had to stop yourself from laughing directly in his face. Had he really gone through every single conventionally attractive woman in Hawkins? This had to have been some kind of joke. You knew his type — tiny, petite, usually brunette but nowadays he didn’t seem picky about hair colour. You were the furthest thing from what he went for.

You weren’t ugly, and you didn’t see yourself as ugly, either. But, you carried weight in your hips, your belly, your arms, your thighs. To most, that would make you ugly by default. You were told so, too, by a lot of people. Years of relentless nasty remarks had you struggling to come to terms with your body, but once adulthood took over you found yourself caring less and less, in turn surrounding yourself with people who loved you for you.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: reader and eddie are fwb's, steve has a crush on reader. cue car shenanigans.

“Don’t turn around, but—“ You don’t even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his cheeks before he’s turning away. He couldn’t have disappeared through the door to the break room any faster if he’d tried.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” You hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

untitled - eddie x fem!reader x oc fem!character

description: an established lesbian couple live in the trailer next to eddie's. they catch him watching them, and decide to play into his fantasies.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things, but he’s not a creep. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself as he fists tightly at his cock with his ringed fingers, mouth hung open in a silent moan as he watches you throw your head back, back arching deliciously and giving him a perfect view of your pouty lips, the curve of your tits, the hand wound tightly in Michelle’s permed hair.

He’d watched the whole scene unfold as Michelle backed you up against the sink with a hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tapping your thigh to signal you to jump up onto the counter. Her head disappeared under your short skirt not long after, and the moans followed quickly.

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: bootriding and blowjobs. that's it. that's the fic.

“If you’re so desperate to get off, get on the floor and do it your fucking self,” Eddie snips, shoving you off of his lap until you’re dropping to the floor on your knees in shock. This seems to rouse Steve out of his own little bubble, and he looks down at you with large, bloodshot eyes. From this angle, you know your tits are spilling out from the neck of your little tank top, in Steve’s eyeline for him to gawk at — he takes the bait, eyeing up the supple flesh, shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.

“Go on then,” Eddie’s voice is dark, a tone he only ever uses when he’s annoyed at you — it’s pathetic how your pussy quivers when his words ring through your ears, because you’re in for it, he’s not going to make this easy on you, “Show Steve what a little slut you are.”

untitled - steddie x fem!reader

description: established couple eddie and reader decide they want to have fun with their new neighbour, older!steve.

“It’s okay, Steve — can I call you Steve?” Eddie asks, this shit eating grin on his face as he perches on his knees behind you, and Steve nods in return, “She’s just eager, she wants to please you. I’ll help guide her, from the straining in your pants I’d say she’s gonna need it.”

Steve whimpers, eyes going wide as they fly to watch you moving your fingers deftly to pop the button on his jeans. Eddie’s hands roam up your shirt, groping at the soft pudge of your belly, making you shiver - his own erection is as clear as day, as it digs into the small of your back.

[livewireatalanta]

just dropped in; PROLOGUE

[A SONG FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD STARTS PLAYING, A MELODY THAT REMINDS YOU OF A TIME WHEN YOU WERE A HAPPY CHILD — ONCE.]

Laying on the floor of the living room, the top of her head is settled against the top of Mark's. Like they're mirror images; her arms splayed out to the exact angle of his. The boombox is too close to their faces and in a minute their mother will come in from the kitchen and chide them for it, tell them how bad it is for their hearing. But for now, it's just Mark's crown against hers and the reverb of a slouched guitar sliding through the bridge of Heart-Shaped Box. The CD is secondhand and has a rough crackle behind the sound. In a month or so it will give out, finally, listened to over and over again by both its previous owner and the twins. Mark's breathy voice weaves through Kurt Cobain's and Nadia joins in without realizing: "Hey. Wait. I got a new complaint." Over and over again, on that chopper bringing her to whatever the fuck this new assignment is going to be, Nadia mouths that ending loop. Hey. Wait. I got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice.

[A FIDGETABLE, ANALOG ITEM, CAN BE KNIFEY THOUGH YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR IT TO BE]

Mark had given it to her, on her twenty-fifth birthday. A joke gift because she had been on a string of missions that all dealt with anomalies in the form of priceless pieces of art. Nadia ended up loving the small, handheld microscope, joke though it was. Especially much later, when the transfer to Xi-13 meant endless stake-outs and recon drops in the middle of nowheres. Everything in nature was ten times cooler under the loupe: leaves, and insect nests, and patches of fungi. They took all her knives (which was a major fucking red flag but she was already in too deep to argue) and her sidearm, so Nadia reaches for the loupe from her pack. Doesn't look through it -- not much to fucking look at aside from metal and industrial storage -- just folds it out of the protective sheath and back, listening to the hinge click and the air slide over the glass.

[A PLACE OF GREAT PERSONAL SIGNIFICANCE, BE THAT POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE]

Four blocks down and one over from Nadia's childhood house sat the Pine Grove Towship Park. There was a playground, a shade awning with picnic tables and a stretch of field that came up against a scrubbysuburban forest. Nothing you could really get lost in, but dense enough to make late night, summer games of Manhunt interesting. Adjacent to the drifting tall-grass was a baseball diamond (more often home to charity softball games between fire department and police force, or impromptu kickball matches as long as someone was able to lift one of the Franklin rubber balls from the school gym). It smelled like mud and grass and gravel and damp wood, from the chips that lined the ground under the play structures. Nadia had memories tied to every inch of that corner lot: smoking under the child-sized climbing wall as a teenager, swinging silently with Mark while the sun set further and further, running through the trees in pitch black and holding back laughter so she wouldn't tip off the other team. It doesn't really smell like the park when the copter finally touches down. And, when Nadia hauls the door open, it certainly doesn't look anything like a suburban, middle America public park. But something of that place, those memories, linger at the back of the mind. Maybe it's the feeling of darting through dark-touched trees to a stretch of underbrush, hoping the person hunting you couldn't hear you breathing. Whatever it is, Nadia shakes it off and steps onto frigid concrete.

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #26:

Tuscaloosa

My buddy Greg has a screw loose. He opined in a recent email stream that he preferred Eddie Vedder's vocals to Kurt Cobain's. This was part of a longer Nerd Club level discussion involving my famous brother focused in on Jackson C. Frank's palpable merits alongside Sandy Denny's transcend ones, as discussed in yesterday's post.

Greg thinks Sandy is too operatic; like I said, he's all jam packed into a Costco sized bin of mixed nuts.

I like my women divine (see Denny, Sandy, Ronstadt, Linda and wife, mine) and my men pedestrian (that's me, in all things). And so I prefer warped but playable records and I prefer Neil Young when he's altered on stage.

And that brings us to Tuscaloosa, Shakey's alternative to Time Fades Away, which came out 5 or so years ago. I picked up my first vinyl copy this weekend while on holybobs for the very Dollar Bin price of just $14.99 because, you guessed it, "LP2 Warped - Plays Fine" was scrawled beside the price tag.

I've had plenty of chances to buy a pristine copy for $30-$40 any day of the week in the past few years but I never even considered it. After all, I've always had the album ready to rock on my trusty Steve-Jobs-was-still-alive-and-grumpy era IPod, and so I held out for an ugly cousin copy instead of every minty record out there.

Why own something normal and new when you could own something compromised and helpless? Well, there's the whole I'm-a-cheapskate angle, sure; I do like my gin generic.

But there's another reason in my back pocket, a reason which is hopefully more interesting. You see, my warped copy of Tuscaloosa was so sad in its bin; it longed for companionship; it longed to spin on the turntable of life. But just like me in every elementary school sports side picking process, it just kept getting passed on by.

David Berman understood this whole gesture and explained it better in song than I ever could here in print. Like poor old Dave, I can't stand handsome grandsons; give me the fat ones, the bald and the goateed.

Eddie Vedder? Yuck. The guy sounds like he once took a singing lesson; plus he looks like the grown up version of every fifth grader who sighed and said, "well, I guess you're on our team; but don't get in the way" when all the side picking was done.

Give me poor old Kurt's tortured pain and voice cracks every day of the week.

And give me Tuscaloosa! Neil is hammered and stumbling throughout, searching for vaguely familiar notes and just barely holding it together.

Just check out After the Gold Rush. Neil dedicates the song to the groundlings in the cheap seats, blows more than a few of the opening chords and then announces that "Drummond's drumming" instead of "drummers drumming". His bass player on the tour was named Tim Drummond so the confusion is reasonable; no, never mind that: his confusion is awesome!

The song's whole performance is wrecked and staggering. Between the second and third verses it sounds like Neil loses the thread altogether. I love this take as much as I love my sad new vinyl copy. Warped: that's what I like.

But perhaps the least slick and most loveable part of the whole show is Neil's attempt at building a musical intro for the band. Take a listen:

They never do get the tempo right... But, like Neil's famous handwriting, perfect has no place on Planet Shakey.

Young was famously disgusted with this whole band and tour. He fired the Chewbacca of all drummers, Kenny Buttrey, soon after this show and replaced him with a guy from The Turtles. He then did his best to write off the whole experience by refusing for a long time to reissue Time Fades Away.

I feel for him. But at the same time, I really don't care: I'm too busy sitting on my rented ocean view porch and grooving to Tuscaloosa.

What's the best part of my view, you ask? Check out all the stunted trees and the uncut wild grasses that are blocking the postcard perfect view...

I'm in a Shakey house and on a Shakey vacation. And it's perfect.

[ainulindaelynn]

10 Favorite Movies

Tagged by @aeide, @sleeplessincarcosa, & @brasideios. Thanks for thinking of me everyone :) This was harder than I expected! I rarely watch movies for some weird reason, so subject to frequent change and in no particular order...

1. Fight Club (1999)

Just for the shock value. After finishing this movie, I immediately had to start it over and rewatch on the spot. Only other movie that’s ever done that to me was Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. I love a good concept drop that changes everything.

2. Pride & Prejudice (1995)

I’m willing to die on this hill, folks. 1995 beats 2005 at every angle. You can’t beat Colin Firth at regency drama. King’s Speech? Importance of Being Ernest? Also every moment of this film is crisp and poignant. I turn it on in the background every few years. A solid comfort movie.

3. Mad Max: Fury Road (2015)

Live stunts, which are CRAZY… The shot clipping. The lack of dialogue. The stylistic choices as a whole are just fantastic. And the overarching themes! Not to mention Charlize Theron. And Furiosa being an amputee! SO GOOD.

4. Lord of the Rings Trilogy (2001)

It’s cliche, but I’ll never stop finding new things to love about this trilogy. Or admiring Tolkien’s complete obsession and immersion in his own fictional world. The fact that entire books are made from pieced-together napkin scribblings left scattered all over his life is just writer goals.

5. Dirty Dancing (1987)

Guilty pleasure. Despite being a truly horrific dancer myself, I’m a bit obsessed with it. Being able to connect to your body like that… not a very familiar feeling for me 😂 And I have a serious soft spot for Patrick Swayze.

6. Hamilton (2020)

Cheating here, but it’s on Disney+ so I’m not apologizing. I think it takes an undeservedly rosy outlook on history, but the first time I watched this I was floored. Leslie Odom Jr. and Christopher Jackson, in particular, KILLED those performances. Unbelievably good. And I’m weirdly obsessed with the way they use dance and sound to make everything so seamless and alive, while completely in the background is just 🙌

7. Overboard (1987)

TERRIBLE movie. Do NOT recommend. Extremely problematic on every level. But somehow it found its way to the top of my guilty pleasure list and I can’t extract it. But that hard work montage? And the fact that Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn are life partners ❤️

8. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002)

My cliche childhood horse obsession loved this movie. But my adult self loves it so much more. I’ve only recently been learning how they handled the representation. And that metaphor, folks. That METAPHOR! No clue how this got made, but I’m behind it.

9. Gladiator (2000)

Even with what I assume are egregious inaccuracies, this is such a fun movie with such a great soundtrack. I love the aesthetic. Russell Crowe and Joaquin Phoenix… the cinematography… That dagger at the end… The commentary on power. And it came out in the golden era of YouTube fanvids. I still can’t listen to this song without seeing specific sword strokes 😂

10. Rogue One (2016)

Jyn Erso is my spirit animal. I love that neither Jyn or Cassian are traditional leads. I love that the team chose NOT to go for the cliche romance, which gives it so much more character and relational depth IMO. I love that it’s hopeless and also …uplifting? And I extra love that it gives (what I perceive to be) a major nod to KotOR’s Unknown World.

Tagging @ruzzsta214, @egoborderline, @xeagle-bearerx, @raenacreates, @inlovewithassassins2, @justalittlerayofpitchblack, @newengland-shrike, @fenharel-enaste, @fanonisrealcanon, @ratcready. As always, no pressure though :)

[honeysucklepink]

Save Every Day Like a Treasure (2023 Klaine Valentines Challenge)

From sunrise to midnight, read Kurt and Blaine's first Valentine's Day as husbands through Blaine's eyes. The title is a lyric from Jim Croce's "Time In a Bottle." This was written for the 2023 Klaine Valentine's Challenge, so please click on the links for the song inspirations as well as bonus content! Thank you to @notarelationship for the beta.

Link to AO3 if you prefer!

One.

Blaine just wanted five more minutes…maybe ten. But even if he could ignore the alarm on his phone, he couldn’t do the same with the bright sunlight streaming through their bedroom window. It was just at the right angle to hit his eyes like a laser beam, piercing through his eyelids. 

He had stayed up past midnight working on his assignment, a monologue for his acting class that would make up a significant chunk of his grade. He was supposed to present it today, Valentine’s Day of all days. He had given serious thought to asking for a delay, to come up with some excuse to put it off so he could spend the full day with Kurt instead. Damn his stubborn ethical streak. Still, he had gone to bed feeling good about the piece. But this morning a doubt began to creep in and bear heavy on his mind, coupling with the bastard sunbeam currently attacking his sight. What if I’m not good enough? I couldn’t cut it at NYADA, what made me think NYU would really be any better?

Then the sunlight shifted, and it wasn’t pointed directly at him anymore. He was finally able to open his eyes to the morning, and the first thing he saw was Kurt. His beautiful husband (husband…nope, never getting over it). A stray lock of hair flopped over his forehead, a little bit of drool at the corner of his mouth, a soft wheezing that was not quite a snore. Blaine was so, so lucky. 

An old Bill Withers song entered his head, replacing the earlier insecurity. Just one look at you, he thought to himself, as he softly kissed Kurt’s sleeping form before getting out of bed. And the world’s alright with me.

Two.

Thank goodness the landlord had fixed the hot water. 

Blaine would probably shower longer than necessary, but the steam was great for his lungs and his pores, and it was a blessed contrast from the cold floorboards of the morning. As he soaped up his loofah, he began to sing:

You know our love was meant to be

The kind of love that lasts forever

He thought about what it took for him and Kurt to get to this point. Long distance, cheating, two break ups, ill-advised rebounds. And yet they still found their way back to each other. It was like he had told Kurt the first time he proposed: they chose to come back over and over, for all eternity. 

And that was just it, wasn’t it? They made the choice, and like in their vows, they would choose it all over again. As he sang the Chicago song and thought of this, the start of the chorus stopped him short:

You’re the meaning in my life

You’re the inspiration

Huh. Blaine had realized, thanks to experience and a whole lot of therapy, that he shouldn’t make Kurt be the meaning to his life. His life had meaning all on its own, and no one person could be that for him. Still, Kurt inspired him every day to be a better person. Stronger, kinder, braver. Kurt wasn’t Blaine’s meaning…but he inspired him to find it within himself.

Before he could get deeper into that thought, there was a sudden chill accompanied by the swish of the shower curtain, very rapidly replaced by the warmth of his husband’s body. “Room for two?” Kurt asked.

“Of course,” he said, passing Kurt the shampoo. Kurt began to lather up Blaine’s hair, and as he massaged his scalp, they started the song again, this time in harmony.

Three.

As they dried off from their shared shower, they heard a sudden rumble of thunder. 

“Huh…Kurt, was it supposed to rain today?”

“I think so, but not until later. I’ll check.”

Blaine wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to the bedroom. He had already picked out his outfit for the day, but as the rain began outside the window, he rethought some of the accessories. No way he was wearing suede loafers in this mess.

On cue, Kurt appeared beside him, still in a towel but looking at his phone. “Front moved in early, and this system looks like it’ll be sitting on us all day. You’re not going to wear those shoes, right?”

“Of course not, but now I have to rethink my whole outfit. Starting with the bowtie.”

“Or…” Kurt started to fiddle with the knot of Blaine’s towel. “We can play hooky. Email our professors, call in sick. We’re all alone, after all. No roommates, just us.” He licked a stripe up Blaine’s neck, catching a stray water drop that had dripped from one of his curls.

“As tempting as that is, and trust me, I would much rather stay in and make love to you all day than go out in this weather, I can’t.” Blaine turned back toward his wardrobe reluctantly. “I’ve been working hard on this monologue and I have to present it today.”

“Booo, fine,” Kurt sighed. “But I get to pick out your rainy day outfit.”

“I wouldn’t even think of denying you the privilege.” Blaine stood back, admiring the flex of Kurt’s back and shoulders as he glided his fingers across the rack, plucking possibilities from the hangers. He observed his choices; “you wouldn’t be selecting things specifically based on how quickly you can take them off me later, would you?”

“Well we’ll know tonight, won’t we? Now close the window, you’re letting the rain in.”

Four.

Stand clear of the closing doors please!

The subway car rumbled to life, Blaine holding on to the stanchion to steady himself and not accidentally sway into the teenager with AirPods that had just gotten on. He still felt the tingle of Kurt’s kiss, moments after Kurt had exited the car at his stop near NYADA. 

He couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a couple sitting a few seats away:

“Baby, we need to talk about this.”

“Can we just have a nice Valentine’s Day, and talk about it tomorrow?”

“No, because this is actually messing with Valentine’s now. Lisa, I can literally taste the indecision when I kiss you. Look, I get it; there’s a part of you that’s terrified.”

“It’s not you, it’s…” she hesitates.

“That asshole Eli, I know.” And Blaine froze. He knows, objectively, there’s a million Elis in the world. But hearing that name still evokes a visceral reaction of how he hurt Kurt years ago. 

“He made me feel so insecure about myself, and I guess I’m just trying to protect my heart, you know?”

“Look at me, Lise,” the as-yet unnamed man said, taking the woman’s hands in his. “I will never hurt you like he hurt you.”

Blaine tried not to watch, but it was right out of a rom-com. This couple reminded him a little bit of them. Of a time when Blaine let his old insecurities get the best of him, and Kurt’s reassurances that he was never going to stop loving him. They may not be Wesley and Buttercup, or Jake and Samantha, or Lisa and whomever; they were Kurt and Blaine, fearlessly and forever.

Now entering West Fourth Street Washington Square. 

Blaine stepped out of the car, sad he wouldn’t discover the couple’s fate. But he had a good feeling. As he exited the station and put up his umbrella, he rehearsed his monologue; he could think about Valentine’s more after getting this class over with.

Five.

Blaine was sitting in the Bobst Library atrium, reading over his notes. It probably wasn’t the best place to concentrate, what with the cavernous space and the terrazzo floors amplifying every voice and footstep, but he only had another half hour until class.

“Blaine Hummel-Anderson?” He turned around on the large bench and was faced with a small group of musicians. One of them passed him a huge bouquet of yellow and red roses. Oh my god…

“Um, yes, that’s me.” He was gonna kill Kurt…not before ravishing him tonight, of course.

“Oh, good. Hope the librarians don’t kick us out,” said the leader of the group. “This is from Kurt; he would have sung it himself but something came up at Vogue. Also, something ironic about singing in a library again? Anyway, he hopes you like it.” He began to pluck out a jazzy tune on his guitar, then started to sing:

I could be discontent and chase the rainbow’s end

I might win much more but lose all that is mine

I could be a lot but I know I’m not

I’m content just with the riches that you bring

A crowd started to gather, and Blaine hid his blushing face in his hands. Some students recorded the scene on their phones (great, we’re gonna go viral). As the other musicians joined in harmony at the chorus, ‘Cause you’re the best thing that ever happened to me or my world, the words hit him, and if Kurt had been there singing them he probably would have swooned.

The song ended, and after the applause died down, the accidental audience dispersed. One of the librarians approached the band. “That was beautiful, thank you. But you should probably go, before someone complains to my dean.”

“Sorry,” Blaine said on their behalf, as she walked away.

After the musicians left, Blaine shot off a text to Kurt. And I thought I was the one that did the big romantic gestures in this relationship?

He was just entering the classroom when his phone buzzed back. I have a lifetime to catch up. Then: And I can’t wait to surprise you more.

Blaine smiled, and tapped out: Gotta run…monologue time!

Before he could even hit send: Break a leg! *smile with hearts emoji*

Six.

Blaine couldn’t keep his leg still.

He was sitting in the circle of chairs, as one of his classmates acted out Lynette’s monologue from Assassins, and his right foot was bouncing furiously. He was too deep in his anxiety to focus on her performance, or to notice his fellow students cringing. Part of that was due to the professor’s last minute decision to toss out the previous order list, and call on them at random instead to see how well they did on the spot.

He only clapped at the end because everyone else did. The professor called up the next victim; everyone’s eyes rolled as the guy began the “Always Be Closing” speech from Glengarry Glen Ross. Blaine pretended to pay attention, but in his head he was going over his lines. He hoped it wasn’t too hackneyed to do a romantic monologue on Valentine’s Day, but he promised himself he would do something else for the final, like Tommy’s eulogy for Nick from The Normal Heart.

He felt a nudge to his right; his classmate Holly showed him her phone’s Notes app: you ok? Your knee has been jumping the whole class.

Blaine mouthed to her: sorry, nervous.

Holly tapped another note: why? You got this. Still want me to record?

Blaine nodded in affirmation, as the class clapped for the ABC speech and he heard “Mr. Anderson, you’re up.”.

He took a cleansing breath, stood up, and took his mark in the center. “This is Jeff’s speech to Vincent in Porch.” Blaine huffed out, shook off his last nerves, and began. 

“Why did I fall in love with you? One time, you smiled at me…”

The words flowed out of him, just as he had practiced for days, and the assignment that had plagued him for what felt like an eternity was over in two minutes. The class gave him an enthusiastic round of applause; phew, well I guess I did good.

He went back to his seat, Holly grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. “That was amazing, Blaine!”

“Was it really that good?”

“Well, it could be that you weren’t trying to be Alec Baldwin.” Laughing, she added “I’m  Airdropping the video now.”

“Thanks.” Blaine accepted the video file from Holly, then attached it to a text to Kurt: Words of love, from me to you. Jeff’s love may be unrequited, but ours is true.

Seven.

With the monologue out of the way, Blaine could relax and focus on making this Valentine’s Day as special for Kurt as Kurt had just done for him. He had a couple of hours before his next class, so he walked down to a bakery he had discovered his first week at NYU. And while they had amazing cronuts, he had decided to be more mindful and moderated his pastry consumption. It turned out they also had excellent avocado toast.

But this bakery visit wasn’t just for lunch. He knew that they had a whole variety of treats that he knew Kurt would love…one in particular that he had pre-ordered, to be certain they were in stock.

“Hi, Annie,” Blaine said as he approached the counter.

“Hey, Blaine! Usual today? Or can I talk you into our special…tomato basil bisque and a grilled Gruyere panini on our sprouted grain. Perfect for a cold rainy day.”

“That actually sounds excellent. I’ll do my regular drip coffee too.” Blaine started to get his wallet. “Also, I placed an order last week…”

“The mini raspberry swirl cheesecakes? I got you covered, Blaine. I’ll get all that out to you. Marco will check you out.”

“Thanks, Annie.” Blaine paid his tab and grabbed a table.

As he sipped his coffee and waited for his soup and sandwich, he thought about another rainy day, back in Ohio. It was back when he and Kurt had first started going “south of the equator.” They had left the window open in his room when it started to rain. Kurt had started to get up to close it, when Blaine stopped him. “Leave it. It’s not blowing in, and I like how it makes everything smell.”

“You are so weird,” Kurt said, snuggling back against Blaine in bed. Blaine’s house backed up against the woods, and the smell of the rain with the trees was intoxicating. Not as much as Kurt, though. Blaine buried his nose in Kurt’s neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat, a hint of his moisturizer, the vanilla chapstick he wore. Kurt filled up his senses.

He was stirred out of his reminiscing when Marco brought him his lunch and a pink box tied with ribbon. As he dipped his panini in the bisque, he anticipated his evening with Kurt and what other senses they could enhance together.

Eight.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were for Blaine’s “Advanced Musicality” course. He had been fortunate he could transfer a few credits for the NYADA classes he hadn’t failed, earning him a spot that most sophomores didn’t get. And since he and his duet partner had already done their number last week (their version of “Dear Theodosia”) had a third of the class in tears, including the professor), he could just relax and watch the other pairs.

Bryce and Bruno were up now, singing “I’ll Cover You.” They were following each other around the room, flirtily tangling their hands together and acting the hell out of the number. They had such incredible chemistry that one would think they were an item, if Blaine didn’t already know that Bryce was straight and dating Holly. As his eyes followed the duo around the room, he remembered the number of times he and Kurt sang this together around their apartment, in the loft, in the car on the way to school.

Just slip me on

I'll be your blanket

Wherever, whatever

I'll be your coat

You'll be my king

And I'll be your castle

No, you'll be my queen

And I'll be your moat

They never got to sing it together in Glee club, though. Or at NYADA for that matter. For just a moment, Blaine felt a little sad that they weren’t going to school together like before, captivating the class with their own musical chemistry. But that was part of growing up, wasn’t it? Sometimes you had to leave things behind. Nothing now or in the future would be like it was when you were sixteen or seventeen. But that made those memories more precious. And there would be opportunities to make new memories, even the ones you didn’t know about yet.

Oh, lover

I'll cover you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, lover

I'll cover you

As Bruno-as-Collins kissed his “Angel” Bryce, the room filled with applause, Blaine included. He thought to himself, there would always be karaoke. But not at Callbacks. Just no.

When the sound of clapping transitioned to the sounds of scooting chairs and gathering bookbags, Blaine put his messenger bag across his chest and texted Kurt as he walked out the door. Heading out now; see you soon!

OMW to the station Kurt texted back.

Nine.

Most days, Blaine would take the train home, but then get off at the Broadway-Lafayette St. stop to meet up with Kurt at “their” spot, usually the third column from the tunnel. Then they would take the next train together. It was a routine that somehow worked magically even with the erratic MTA regularly doing its best to delay or reroute them.

There was no conflicted couple on this ride…just the bustle of the rush hour commute. There were certainly more riders carrying flowers on the car; hastily-put-together bodega bouquets bought last minute by spouses who had just remembered what day it was. Blaine balanced the box of mini cheesecakes on his lap; as he tried to keep his bag from swaying to the rhythm of the train. He apologized to the woman knitting next to him, though she insisted she was fine. When the car pulled into the station, he rapidly strategized the best way to get off without getting Kurt’s treats accidentally crushed. 

He waited for a complete stop, then made his way off the car. Only as he exited did he realize he had left his umbrella in his last class. He just hoped it would still be there tomorrow. He looked to his left, and saw Kurt watching something on his phone. As the train pulled away, Kurt looked up, met Blaine’s eyes, and smiled.

“Hey, you!” he said as he approached Blaine and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Look at what Sam texted us in group chat.”

“Yeah, I saw it too, I figured it could wait until we were together. Maybe he’s back with Mercedes again?”

“We can only hope, and God I hope it’s for good this time.”

While they waited for the next train, Kurt handed Blaine one of his airpods and they listened to the audio file together. When it started, it honestly sounded like half the junk on country radio in Ohio. But Sam had said in his text “Wait until the chorus,” and they dutifully did:

You’ve heard this song a thousand times 

But this time it’s about two guys

Drinking beer on the back of a pickup by the lake

It shouldn’t come as a surprise

It won't ruin any lives

It’s the same old country love song but It’s gay

Blaine assumed he probably had the same look on his face as Kurt did right now; wide-eyed amusement, with a healthy dose of cringing. As the song very forcefully made its point, Kurt shook his head smiling and muttered an appropriate “well bless his heart.”

Mercifully the song ended just as the train home pulled in. Blaine handed Kurt’s other airpod back. They lucked out and found two seats together, leaning on each other for the last leg. For a while they just stayed silent, listening to the sounds of the MTA.

Then: “So…Sam’s little gift to us was certainly something?”

“It’s the thought that counts, Kurt.”

Ten.

Walking up the stairs out of the station hand in hand, Blaine and Kurt made their way home. The rain had returned but it was merely a drizzle; fortunately Kurt’s umbrella was wide enough for them both.

“Thank you for my serenade this morning.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t deliver it myself. Hopefully Antoni was adequate?”

“He sounded great. Still not as good as you would have.”

“Of course. Elliot sent me the video; I had to see the look on your face at least.”

“Elliot was there?”

“Yes, he didn’t say hi?”

“No, he must have left when the librarian asked the band to leave.” They walked another block.

“Oh speaking of videos, thank you for the monologue. You did a great job on it. If you don’t get an ‘A’ me and your professor will have words.”

“I feel really good about it but I’ll keep that in mind. Kurt, do you ever wonder if I should have come back to NYADA instead? Or you come to NYU?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I feel like life is so short. I want to hold on to every moment with you, bottle them all up. And I wonder, will they be enough? Or will I get greedy and want more?”

“I get that,” Kurt said, as they arrived at their place. “There never seems to be enough time. If there was, I would have been the one singing to you in the library. But it also makes the memories we have more precious. And we always have the videos, the pictures, and the love notes to help us remember. Believe me, Blaine, if I could make days last forever, I would.”

“I believe you.” Blaine kissed Kurt deeply as the rain started to pick up and the umbrella wasn’t as effective. 

Kurt pulled Blaine up the steps. “Come on, let’s get inside. A proper Valentine’s evening awaits.”

Eleven.

“Close your eyes.”

Blaine had no idea what awaited him when Kurt opened the door, but he trusted him implicitly. He heard the door unlock, and felt Kurt take his pastry box and messenger bag from him. Then he felt Kurt’s hands, guiding him over the threshold. After a few steps into the apartment, he heard the door close behind him. “Wait here.” He dutifully stood in place as Kurt’s hands left his.

After about a couple of minutes listening to Kurt’s shuffling and a muttered damnit, he began to get impatient. “Can I open them yet?”

“No,” Kurt scolded. It wasn’t a mean-spirited scolding however…it actually ran a little shiver up Blaine’s spine. After about another minute, he felt Kurt’s presence back beside him, and heard “okay, now.”

Blaine’s eyes opened to the sight of nearly every surface with a lit candle on it…the bookshelves, the end tables, the windowsills. On the coffee table were several dishes, including several of the cheesecakes which Kurt had plated. Kurt pressed play on his phone, and a romantic playlist began to spill from their Bluetooth speakers.

“Kurt,” Blaine gasped. “When did you have time to do this?”

“I may have rushed back here this afternoon,” Kurt admitted. 

“You…are so bad.” Blaine meant it in a hot way.

“So, so bad,” Kurt teased, leaning in and pinching Blaine’s bottom. “I didn’t want us to waste time actually cooking, so they’re all cold dishes. Ceviche, gazpacho…”

“Raw oysters,” Blaine noticed, along with a little flutter below his belt. “And strawberries?”

“And champagne, too. Well, prosecco actually. Oh and thank you for the cheesecakes. You know how to woo me.”

“Me? Look at all of this, Kurt, I’m just…” the tears came before he could stop them. “I love you so much.”

“Aw, I love you too,” Kurt smiled, cradling his face and kissing away a tear. “Now let’s eat, and then…let’s dance.”

Twelve.

The food was fresh and delicious, and Blaine couldn’t help but giggle at Kurt’s attempt to slurp one of the oysters straight from the shell. When Kurt held up a shell to Blaine’s lips in return, he leaned back and let the oyster slide in, then savored the brininess as he chewed and swallowed.

Kurt took one of the glasses of the cheap champagne and held it up to toast. “To our first Valentine Day as husbands.”

Blaine clinked his glass with Kurt’s. “And to many, many more.” He took a sip, then took one of the cheesecakes and fed a bite to Kurt. As he watched Kurt enjoy his dessert, he noticed him deep in thought. “What's on your mind?”

“Oh, just thinking about the future. I know, it seems like a million miles away right now.” Kurt picked up a strawberry and fed it to Blaine. “When I was running across the street from the Conde Nast building today, there was this elderly couple. The woman had one of those rolling walkers, you know the one with the seat and the basket?”

“I do.”

“And they were being really slow and careful, but the man was holding an umbrella over them both with his other arm over her shoulders, and he was looking at her in a way that felt like the same way he probably looked at her from the moment they met, you know? And then on the train home earlier, I noticed this couple and daughter. She must have been about six, and she had this whole box of Valentines, the little ones you give to classmates. And she couldn’t wait to show her dads and explain each one, like ‘This one is Peppa Pig, and this one is Grogu, and then this is another Grogu, and then this one is from Bluey,’  and they were looking at her with such amusement and affection, but also like ‘We will kill for this child.’ And in both those instances all I could think of was, that’ll be us someday. You’re going to tell me I’m a crazy dreamer, aren’t you?”

“No, because I’d have to say the same for me. When I close my eyes, I see the same. Parenting together, growing old together, all of it.” A slow song began, as Blaine stood up and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Kurt smirked as a shared memory echoed between them. “Why yes, you may.”

Thirteen.

Swaying in Kurt’s arms, bathed in candlelight, was Blaine’s favorite place to be. 

The warm scent of vanilla from the candles filled the room, and combined with Kurt’s cologne and the taste of the strawberries on Kurt’s lips it intoxicated Blaine. He pulled back just to look into Kurt’s eyes, to see the flames reflected in them, and the way the amber light made the highlights in his chestnut hair shine. Kurt’s face could launch a thousand ships with his beauty.

And then there was the way Kurt’s strong embrace felt around him. The dip in his lower back, the scar on his neck that was a cheat code for turning him into jelly, that ridiculous tattoo on his shoulder etched in a moment of spontaneity and grief. His love for life that quenched Blaine when his own well had run dry. 

He thought about their conversation earlier, about their future. Kids, old age, all those milestones. But he also thought about, what if they never came? What if there was a nuclear war, or aliens, or some zombie virus or other calamity? What if the world just stopped spinning and they all just floated away? It didn’t matter, because he knew they would be together. Like the guys on that dystopian show that he tried to get Kurt to watch. In the middle of the end of the world, with statistics being what they were, what were the odds? Two men, both gay, found each other in the apocalypse and made a life. 

They spun around the room, and Blaine was dizzy from the motion but also with desire. He could feel Kurt pressed and growing against him. Blaine wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making love to him, until the world was through.

“I’d spend the end of the earth with you,” Blaine said, kissing Kurt’s scar.

Kurt whispered to Blaine, “Take me to our bed.”

Fourteen.

Blaine was mistaken. This was his favorite place to be.

Laying in their bed under the linens, pressed against Kurt’s sleeping form from head to toe, he could think of nothing better. The evening was amazing in every way. The moment he saw the passion in Kurt’s eyes he knew he was in for it. He wasn’t afraid to lose control with Kurt, because he knew he was safe and protected, and Kurt wanted him body and soul. Blaine was sore in the best way and in the best places. His bones and muscles loose and pliant from their all-night lovemaking, he was both debauched and thoroughly satiated.

And that was just the finale for what had turned out to be a wonderfully romantic Valentine’s Day. Even with the stress of school and the rain and being separated all day, Kurt had managed to woo him. With library serenades, sure, but dinner and dancing was on everyone’s Valentine’s list. Blaine knew that this wouldn’t be limited to February 14th. Every kiss hello or goodbye, or packed lunch, or note left on the door with a heart; every load of laundry folded and put away without asking, or a moaned climax brought by one to the other, was like a little Valentine. He looked forward to the spontaneity that would mark their lives and their future forever more…zagging instead of zigging.

He brushed his foot against the knob on Kurt’s ankle, let his fingers stroke the top of Kurt’s buttocks, and pressed his nose against his temple, breathing him in. Kurt was the one thing Blaine couldn’t get enough of. As another round of storms moved in, Blaine was confident that they could weather them all, and he allowed the rumble of thunder and the patter of raindrops to finally lull him to sleep.

End.

[dianakvrt]

♕ ( twenty-eight / cisfemale / she/her ) — did you see DIANA KURT wandering around the island today? they kind of look like BARBARA PALVIN from certain angles? i heard around town that the INTERIOR DESIGNER is RELIABLE, and HARDWORKING, but also PICKY, and OVERLY INDEPENDENT. people say that they remind them of WATCHING THE SUNRISE WITH A WARM CUP OF COFFEE, FREQUENT SHOPPING TRIPS FOR HOME DECOR, and A BOX FULL OF DARK CHOCOLATE MACAROONS, and BENEATH YOUR BEAUTIFUL by LABRINTH is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town.

hello lovelies ! i’m kelsey, old enough, cst and go by she/her pronouns ! i’m so excited to introduce my baby Diana and get her developed ! i’ve set up some links below where you can find her full detailed background, some stats, and creative visual from her pinterest board, and some wanted plots, but i’m always up for other ideas if what i have on the list doesn’t suit your fancy. just give this post a like if you’d like to plot something out and i’ll come say hi. can’t wait to meet you all ! 🤗

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[danwhobrowses]

My Highlights from AEW Revolution 2023

Another PPV has crossed the threshold as AEW Revolution enters the books. I've been adamant in avoiding spoilers for it, which is nervy since I saw it trending on tumblr, but the show had an air about it for sure.

On one hand, many were worried that some results would go to the winner they'd least prefer, and had already braced themselves to criticize it. On the other hand, there was the feeling that this could turn into a warzone, with 4 grudge-level feuds coming to a head.

For now, let's see what I enjoyed out of the show.

Spoilers for the PPV

Zero Hour

Danhausen in the Homer Simpson Moomoo

Mark Briscoe in general really

Mark Sterling announcing Ari and the Varsity Athletes

Clever nearfall to have Jay kick out of the weapons spot

Daddy 'tell me how my nipples feel' Magic, lads, give 2point0 a run at tag titles

Confirmation really on Final Burial, it is a classic buried alive match, minus Paul Bearer in cement of course

Adam Cole's promo was really good too

Main Card

For all the people who say they hate Jericho there's sure a lot who sing his theme song

Starks with the DDP energy ribs tape

'Throw Him Here' sign

Ricky has been selling the ribs really well, even between catches and landing big moves

Rock/Jericho parallels

Andretti flew at Sammy

Well-written finish as well, I do have qualms about Sammy showing up since the JAS was meant to be banned, so that should've been instant DQ, but having Ricky overcome the bat hit, block the Judas Effect and then win is good stuff

Christian Cage kept the fucking turtleneck XD

Immediately brawling, yes, it's a grudge match why would they lock up?

The old security guy happy as larry to let JB walk past him

Ooof the belt whipping, multilayered that given how Cage played the father figure to JB

JB finally hitting the Con-Chair-To, another full circle moment, because the Con-Chair-To to Adam Cole solidified his bond with Christian and led to their run that'd make him a tag champion, now it severs it

This is literally scrappy soap opera wrestling and it is great

Julia has a mask now!

Buddy and Kenny to start!

Malakai and Kenny!

Matt regretting calling out Brody instantly

Brody King doing Brody King things

Buddy's Knee cracking Nick mid-450

Brody's son getting to celebrate with the New Champions

Saraya keeping with the green aesthetic

Hayter always selling a crossbody like she's been wiped out

The match has done really well in blending the overlapping attacks

Hayter winning, granted the match could've finished more impactfully but there was more to tell, the key thing though is that everyone who was worried that Saraya would steal one and were braced to criticize AEW for it were W R O N G

Ruby swerve was good too, I know a lot didn't want it but they set it up, they got the reaction and now they only need 2 more 'outsiders' to get a Women's Blood & Guts; Tay Melo, Serena Deeb, Athena, Mercedes Martinez, there are some options there, pit them against Baker, Hayter, Shida/Riho, Willow and say Emi or Nyla and you've got a fight

Hangman's Entrance, just definitely has the right feel, and the red lighting - unlike a Fiendish guy - matches the feel of Texas Death

Again, Immediate Attack, why fucking wait?

Dude in the crowd who really wanted a selfie and got bonked for it XD

Moxley bringing out the fork, CZW energy

A fucking brick!?

Deadeye on a Barbed Wire Chair

Barbed Wire Back Rake!!!

Curb Stomp on the Brick

The finish was really good; Buckshot then a hangman choke with a chain

I also actually love the uncertain energy of the crowd, because it fits the brutality of the match

A baldfaced lie but at least gotta laugh at the attempt by Schiavone saying 'Revolution has never disappointed, ever', nobody wants to remember the end of the Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatch (though the match was great)

OC and Danhausen repping the Best Friends gear

Danhausen getting to WRESTLE

But still, the tomfoolery as well

Kurt Angle homage with the straps gesturing then an Angle Slam

Satnam Singh knows his role, I know we don't see him wrestle a lot but he knows what he's doing

The Gunns winning with a Big Rig-variant against Danhausen - the guy who coined 'Ass Boys'

FTR are back, settling any doubts otherwise

MJF getting an orchestral opening, to be honest I was half expecting him to bring them all out then play his music anyway, just for that extra dickhead heel energy

And Max is in SHAPE

Bryan Danielson showing where ZSJ got his whole shtick from

MJF threw water at a kid!

Much like Reigns vs Sami, while I didn't enjoy the pace of it, it's heelery by design from Max to waste time, and he is a poser, he told us all exactly what his reign would be like and how we'd react to it so I can't be mad that this is how it's going

The Powerbomb backbreaker was clean

MJF doing the Shawn Michaels pose after stopping Bryan from skinning the cat

Doing the pinfall rolls like MJF did vs Darby but extra extra

Max using the DQ to get quickfire falls to draw level

Bryan just leans back as MJF tries to slap him XD

MJF with a running tombstone through a table outside the ring

The constant water breaks: it's storytelling, because Bryan never pauses but Max always takes a water break, because it sells how unprepared he was for the Iron Man match

The sound the crowd made by MJF's gushing, we can joke all we like about AEW using blood a lot, but Christian, Mox, Hangman, Dax (accidentally) and Bryan bled on this event and yet we still got a reaction from this blood

The moment 5 minutes remained they cranked to 11

SUPER TOMBSTONE

Schiavone strutting down the ramp with glee knowing that Sudden Death is coming

MJF kicked out of the Buisaku Knee!

Bryan tapping to the LeBell Lock!!!

Overall

Match of the Night: Texas Death Match. A difficult choice, but since the Iron Man took a while to heat up, I went with the Texas Death brutality over it and the Trios match.

Best Performance: MJF. It was a three-way tie between him, Bryan and Hangman right until he kicked out of the Buisaku Knee, but given how the World Champion played the audience multiple times and deserves credit for that.

Best Attire: Brody King, mainly the face paint. Without Jade on the card and me not getting Kenny's reference this wasn't quite a good show for unique attires

Best Spot: Texas Death Finale, I was very close to picking Buddy's Knee Lift but the brutality and perfect finale to the match has to win out.

[ramblingaboutglee]

Should Kurt have been with Karofsky, Adam, Sam Blaine, Sebastian or Chandler? Which is the most interesting relationship? Which is the healthiest?

Ooh, interesting.

See, Sebastian interests me because the impression I get is that if you watched Glee at the time, the Warblers just have a whole subculture? Sebastian feels like such a minor character to me, the equivalent of let's say an S6 newbie or Sunshine, and yet he has a huge presence that feels more down to fandom than, like, anything in the show.

So with my usual 'I am weird and engage with Glee incorrectly' disclaimer noted, let's go! Overanalysis!

Karofsky - Romantically, no, honestly. I love the idea of them having a more solid friendship, especially with their past, but honestly I find that friendship stronger than a romance? Like, they definitely feel like they have different wants in a romantic relationship, so I don't know if they'd necessarily be compatible, but I like their dynamic.

Adam - Okay yes the rights issues with the song are gross, but also. look, guy sees a cute twink, invites him to watch his show choir, and attempts to seduce him via acoustic "I like big butts." It's a crime he's not more recognised that is just pure Glee right there. I do have a soft spot for his arc tbh, so much of S4 definitely felt rushed and like it didn't have the time it needed, but that vibe of the NYADA equivalent of Glee Club being something Rachel was paranoid of, there's some fun stuff there. Navigating adult life was always one of the interesting things to see, and I can see the draw. (Then again I also like Brody so I might just be wrong about S4 relationships)

Sam - Huh, I never really thought about them, outside of the very start? If what I heard about Sam originally being intended to be gay is right, I could see something interesting developing way back then. Maybe being more open at his last school, and needing to find new friends at McKinley. That angle I like, but I don’t necessarily know that I see Kurt with Sam after he got more fleshing out. Unless we go poly with Blam anyway. 

Blaine - Who’d ship Kurt and Blaine? Weird.  Okay, seriously. I answered an ask on Blaine a while back, but the short version is, yeah, they have great chemistry and help push one another which is kinda what you want from a relationship. Blaine presenting himself as more put-together than he is, Kurt getting to know him, and them figuring everything out. Obviously, great stuff. 

Sebastian - As above, I wouldn't have called Sebastian as, like, in the running? I could see it, but that's with the caveat that part of what I like with Sebastian is his development, the "It's funny until it's real," which is. so much of Glee in a nutshell. I think pairing Kurt with someone who's more of a cynic could make for something interesting.

Chandler - ...unironically thought they were cute that episode whoops. Like, clearly just Kurt unused to meeting other queer people, but was sweet, if. Kurt baby no.

So, all in all:

Healthiest - are people going to be made if I say Adam? Like, no slight on any of the other ships, but it was generally a pretty healthy, comforting relationship. Adam wanted Kurt to find something he liked, Kurt seemed to find him fun, and it gave Kurt something solid in New York to lean on. Compare to say, Klaine, they have way more friction because Blaine can be a bit of a hopeless romantic and sometimes sees things differently to Kurt, while Adam and Kurt seemed to generally be on the same page.  Which, Klaine is just how relationships can be, it’s something people have to work through. But as far as Kurt and Adam go, it’s... simpler, and sweet. I’d liken them to Sam and Rachel (...which feels like another controversial opinion but hey), they’re cosy, if maybe not the stuff of epic love stories. 

Most interesting - huh. I'm tempted to say Kurt/Sebastian despite barely thinking about them before making this post. They definitely seem like they'd play off each other well. Plus, realistically, non-canon ships are always going to be more interesting than canon ones because there’s so much more ‘What if?’  Kurt seems to be someone that has a paranoid streak himself, so pairing him with someone that can be as cutting as Sebastian would make for a new angle. (Plus Kurt/Warbler means you get the scene of the Warbler having abysmal fashion sense because they’re used to only ever wearing blazers) 

Should have been with - Chandler I mean, gotta say Klaine. Maybe they have friction sometimes, but that’s just what happens in good stories, and where development comes from. The fact they don’t stay the same, the fact they’re comfortable enough to be completely open with each other in order to find the points where they clash, and they have the willingness to try and grow. They complement one another so damn well, even if they never quite seem to be what the other expected.  Like, comparing to the above - Adam is cosy, but the storyline with him has nothing to do with the romance. And Sebastian, post-development sees him turn into Blaine anyway, and pre-development needs to go through a heck of a lot before I can see him and Kurt being in the same room without attempted murder.  As far as ships that feel like they have a shot of being endgame - ones where, if a show ended on them together, I wouldn’t be sat around with the feeling that it wasn’t enough of a journey, or it didn’t feel like it would last - Klaine win out. 

Thank you! I, er, hope overanalysis is what you want because if not boy did you choose the wrong blog. 

[launching-a-thousand-ships]

Kurt Glee Rewatch: Ballad

So happy I can skip all the Rachel and Schue scenes omg

Look at this boy, so besotted. I don’t really mind that Kurt had a crush on Finn, but I feel like it could’ve been handled better? They sometimes really played into the ‘predatory gay’ stereotype which was just... oof.

Add to list of things we know about Matt Rutherford: He once had a spider in his ear 

End of list.

Also, how is it we got 2 songs from Schue but we didn’t get to see any of the other ballads? I’m so curious about the Artie and Quinn duet omg.

I kinda love Kurt’s sweater here lol.

I like that when Finn lashes out, Kurt calls him out like. Can you not.

But then it’s the whole ‘girls are your problem’ thing and... oof. Though that wasn’t v subtle? Finn later says he knows about the crush so even here he could make it clear like ‘hey, don’t like you that way, etc’. Bc for all these eps Finn just gets awkward and avoids the topic until it all boils over in Theatricality.

Kurt is v intense in this ep, but if Finn called him out on it here, maybe he would stop?

But also I appreciate that this is a very real crush for Kurt (idk if he truly loved Finn, more just puppy love) but he falls more when they talk, bond over their parents, etc. Like, it’s not just him thinking Finn’s cute and it’s more than Finn being tho first guy to be nice to him.

And Kurt does see Finn’s discomfort, so he suggests their ballad be to his unborn daughter rather than between them. So he has some awareness.

Lowkey, a lot of the Finn/Kurt bonding scenes are before the wedding... bc after that I can’t think of any real convo they have with each other. Maybe after Finn proposes?

And also yay Kurt plays piano but lol Chris doesn’t so the v careful camera angles...

Kay but the scene with Finn and Quinn arguing and she says ‘you’re wrong, I’m right, I’m smart, you’re dumb’ all I could think of was Matilda bc... literally the same line.

Ofc Kurt, lowkey a sneak, seizes chance to comfort Finn. Again, laying v thick with the ‘enough to make you want to give up girls altogether’ like oh babe. Oh honey.

And then Finn says ‘haha yeah...’ awkwardly like dude. You clearly know what’s going on, so say something. can even make it a joke like ‘ah, too bad I like them too much’ idk just. 

Maybe I just think every problem can be solved with communication. That’s just me.

Aw, Finn and Kurt’s first meeting... and then they bond over glee and football (for like, the month he was on the team. if that)

And then the skincare and I love when Kurt says ‘T-zone’ and Finn looks at his crotch like wtf. 

I think Kurt has a thing for guys who... aren’t the brightest. Finn, then Sam, then Blaine who took a million years to realize Kurt liked him. 

This is the second time Finn puts a helmet on Kurt lol.

I like how wholesome Kurt’s crush can be. He’s just happy to sit and talk to Finn.

Okay, so obviously Finn is being nice and that shouldn’t be immediately taken as hope, but I get Kurt’s POV.

First off, he’s young and teens are dumb (no offense teens). And after all the bullying, this is the first time there’s a guy who’s nice to him, who spends time with him, who he has stuff in common with him. Ofc Kurt is going to fall hard.

But Kurt does go a bit extra in trying to make things happen. And the whole anti-Quinn thing is pretty awks. Kurt can be v sneaky but also sometimes I’m just... wtf is his plan?

And again, could’ve been handled better if Finn called Kurt out on his crush and had a conversation. But then, Finn is a dumb teen boy. 

Kurt is too, despite his making fun of them...

I will never understand ironing socks, lol

I find it so sweet that Finn calls Kurt for help. The friendship is so great and would only improve after Kurt’s over his crush... but then we get no bro scenes. So rude.

But... the song. Who picked the freaking song?? Like, revealing the pregnancy without Quinn’s permission is already bad, but then the song is so cringe and the scene is so painful...

This is what happens when you have two dumb teen boys. Poor Quinn.

Yep, Kurt is sufficiently guilty. I guess when you have a dad like Burt, you forget that other parents can suck sometimes.

I do like it didn’t turn into even more drama, and Finn doesn’t blame Kurt etc. It was a mistake and they can move on.

And Kurt tries to confess... this poor boy. 

And Finn brushes it off. When he could say “Look, you’re a great friend...” Like, boy, that was your opening.

Then we get the song and I love when Mercedes leads Finn in she’s like ‘Open your eyes, I didn’t tell you to close your eyes’

And sweet as the song is... Finn prob would’ve been happier with the cake.

Classic Kurt doesn’t sing in the song. Lowkey, even when an ep is more kurt-centric, he still doesn’t get to sing? Maybe bc it’s the start and Chris wasn’t trained enough yet? (he didn’t consider himself a singer). Might be that bc we don’t really hear him in backing vocals of group songs as well.

Kurt is not one to be subtle about his crushes, damn. ALso, return of the single ladies hand at the end there lol

Next up: Even more devious!Kurt

[evansbby]

for icecream asks! Green tea and peppermint 🫶🏼

green tea— do you have any pets? if so, what kinds do you have and what are their names?

I don’t! I kind of have a traumatic history with pets (tw animal death!!) I had three bunnies when I was really young and honestly had no business owning a pet I didn’t know how to take care of. Anyways, one randomly died and the other two got eaten by a street-cat that broke into their hutch :( then I also had two birds but one of them flew into a fan and died :( then I had another cat whom we called kurt angle (she was a girl) but we had to give her away when we moved. now I don’t have any pets tho lmao.

peppermint— what song lyric describes your love life right now?

Well, NONE as of currently! But this past year maybe “you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine // that made me want to DIE.” 🥲🥲🥲🙃🙃🙃

[alchemical-astrology]

Tarot Lyric Analysis: Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak...

The Hermit

... I've been locked inside your heart shaped box for weeks ...

King of Pentacles Reversed

Deck : Rider-Waite-Smith

So, a lot of peopke only view this song as sexual and whilst it has that possible interpretation I always felt it had some sort of deeper, hidden meaning when I listened to it.

So to get better and push myself with a few weird readings and spreads I decide to try and use tarot for a bit if lyric analysis. Depending on how I feel I might end up doing the rest of the song plus other songs.

The first line came up as the hermit which I found a bit weird because it's so obviously about two people. However when I thought about it from a different angle, I realised that there is this sense of Kurt/the narrator (considering he didn't always write from his own poing of view) being cornered or trapped, which given the hermit's possible interpretations to do with isolation, makes perfect sense. He's kind of being eyed up by the other person (Courtney Love?) . Pisces can be interpreted as a fish or to eye someone like a fish, and that in itself can mean to give someone a shifty look. But there's also the idea that Pisces, Kurt's sign, can be a super emotionally vulnerable sign, so that definitely backs up the sense of being isolated as well.

All this kind if gets confirmed by the cards' interpretation of the next line. If the King of Pentacles is all abundance and security in one's assets, the reversed King shows somelne with a severe lack of that, going hand in hand with the idea of being locked up. The she/your dynamic is also interesting. Are there two different love interests involved? It's kind of hard to say, but the whole reading has a sense of insecurity, especially male insecurity with a female interest who is more confident or somehow in a stronget position.

Given Kurt often played with gender and was an outspoken feminist, the idea of portraying the presumed male narrator as the weaker one is definitely an interpretation which fits - especially within the context of the scene, which had close creative exchange with the riotgrrl movement and often liked to invert traditional gender roles. The idea of the King as a masculine archetype is also pretty interesting in this context, too.

[thirdworldrockout]

Fantasy Pro Wrestling Booking

FWE: Instant Classic

Theme Song: I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister

Iron Shiek vs Justin Credible. Camel clutch time for Credible. Shieky baby wins!!!

Booker T vs Kofi Kingston. Booker pinned Kofi.

Undertaker and Kane vs Road Warriors. Hawk pinned Kane.

Shane Douglas vs HHH. HHH won after Pedigree.

Big Show vs Andre the Giant. Double countout.

Hardy Boyz vs Rockers. Jeff pinned Jannetty after Twist of Fate.

Lita vs Becky Lynch. Lynch won after Man Slam.

Matt Riddle vs Chris Jericho. Jericho won with Walls of Jericho.

Bret Hart vs Kurt Angle. 2 out of 3 falls. 1 fall each. 30 minute time limit draw.

John Cena vs Curt Hennig. Cena wins with STFU.

[ringthedamnbell]

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