#glee dance with somebody

[gleecontext]

GLEE S03E17 Dance with Somebody

[will-schuester-hate-blog]

me: ''they should give the queer couples in glee the same crazy drama that the straight couples get!"'

also me when the queer couples break up or have any problems between them at all: ''I thinhk I..am goung to die.,''

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Duets Tournament Round 2 Match 22

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[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 2

[gendergentle]

[sillyname30]

I just listened to the latest episode of and that's what really missed on Glee. There wasn't a lot of bts talk in this recap.

So Emotional: At this time there was something in the press about people not getting along. This was a way to show that that wasn't true.

I Have Nothing: Chris said this was the hardest song he had to do on the show this far and he was really nervous about it. Kevin said Chris has the acting chops to pull it of. He hit it because his voice is super high, but he also makes you feel it.

It's Not Right, But It's Okay: Jenna said they didn't learn this song. They didn't even know the song was coming until maybe this morning. And there was a lot of background vocals and then there was a lot of acting during the background vocals. They tried to cheat and put the lyrics on Jenna's back, but of course that didn't help Jenna.

Cringe moments: the cheating and the Sam and Joe conversation

best dance move: Brittany in Dance With Somebody

best song: How Will I Know

performance mvp: Chris and Darren

[sevenfifteenam]

it's not funny how i would DIE for her

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

3x17 - Dance with Somebody

It’s Not Right But It’s Okay - Blaine Anderson + New Directions

“This is insane, I didn't cheat on you!”

[will-schuester-hate-blog]

'I have nothing' is kurt's most underrated song I am DEAD serious about this.

[blaintism]

brittany s pierce found dead

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Episode Tournament: Round 3 Match 2

[gleesongtournament]

[sthilarions]

I’m thinking about writing a fic called “Happy Hands”

The stim that everyone’s latched onto in autistic!Edwin fics is him pressing his fists together, which is a, mm, type of stim that I recognize personally - it’s the type of stim that looks just normal enough it’s hard for people to punish you for it.

His hands get a little flappy a few times, but there’s a reason that people have latched onto the fist-pressing; it’s definitely what we see him do most often.

And, well, Edwin predates ABA and the Judge Rotenberg Center and the like, but people have been inventing on their own the concept of punishing autistic people for Acting Weird as long as weirdness has existed. I would be surprised if Edwin didn’t have his hands hit with rulers, tied down, etcetera, for flapping, or whatever other stim comes naturally to him.

So by the time he died, he would have been thoroughly trained into subtle, deniable stims, like the fist-pressing. And Hell, where any movement means pain, wouldn’t have helped. So when Charles meets him, he’s locked down; Quiet Hands through and through.

But 35 years with Charles, Charles who openly adores his every quirk, and I think he might have loosened up quite a bit.

(Edwin opens the present, and his eyes light up. He has no idea how Charles found this, let alone was able to afford it. His hands raise to his shoulders and start to vibrate before he realizes, as he’s filled with so much joy his body can’t hold it in, and -

Charles laughs, but it’s a delighted laugh, not a mocking one. “What’s that, mate?” he asks, eyes on Edwin’s happy hands.

Edwin is struck with horror. His hands freeze, then dive behind his back, the little protection he can give them. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to - ”

But Charles doesn’t look angry, doesn’t grab for his hands to punish them (of course he doesn’t, Edwin reminds himself, Charles would never hurt him), he just grins with unmalicious glee. “Nah, it’s great. I’ve never given a present so good it made somebody do jazz hands before.”

And then he changes the subject, talking about how he found the book until Edwin’s hands slowly creep back out from behind his back. Once they’re comfortably in front on him again, Charles brushes against them as he reaches for his own present, and when Charles opens it his own hands raise and shake, and it could be mocking so easily but it’s not. His grin is like sunshine, and his hands show his happiness in a language Edwin understands somewhere very deep inside him.)

In Port Townsend, though… Edwin’s armor is on fully, every single layer of his clothes on and hiding him, and his hands are Quiet. He’s back to the fist-pressing, even when he and Charles are alone. Charles tries to make him happy enough to show it in his hands, and fails; and even when Edwin is deeply distressed and Charles can see his fingers twitching with the need to soothe his own pain, they stay down and still.

It lasts even after they leave. It’s almost enough to make Charles want to chase Crystal away, because that’s when it started, so maybe that’s why Edwin’s hiding his happiness (and his fear, and his pain) again.

It’s not until they find Niko that Charles gets to see Edwin’s hands showing their joy again - when Niko and Edwin come together, out in the frozen waste of the astral plane, they don’t hug; but their hands rise together, flapping together like dancing hummingbirds.

[iwannabeastarshipcaptain]

“I'm just going to miss them. So much.” “They know. Which is why you know if you and I had our wedding ten years from now on the Moon, those kids would be there.” “Would you prefer that to the campground?”

1/ ∞ otp gifs

will schuester & emma pillsbury - glee 3x17

[darlinluxx]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x fem!reader

fluff

warnings : mentions of blood

summary : you and your girlfriend have a horror movie marathon, but you aren’t the biggest fan of them

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he popcorn is overflowing, a buttery mountain threatening to spill onto the already cluttered coffee table. you’re nestled into the couch, a soft blanket pulled up to your chin, trying to look like you’re not as terrified as you actually are. next to you, Saebyeok is practically vibrating with anticipation, her eyes already glued to the screen as the opening credits of the horror movie begin to roll.

you’d known this was coming, of course. a horror movie marathon had been Saebyeok’s idea, and it had come with a glint in her eye that you knew all too well — that mischievous, slightly devious look that meant she was about to indulge in one of her favorite things. and while she knew you weren’t exactly a fan of jump scares and demonic possessions, she’d promise it would be “fun.”

right now, the only thing that feels fun is the reassuring weight of her hand, warm and calloused, pressed against your thigh. you glance at her profile, her face illuminated by the flickering screen. she’s completely absorbed, a tiny smile playing on her lips as the ominous music builds.

you, on the other hand are already feeling a cold knot forming in the pit of your stomach. the image of blood coming from god knows where out of somebody in the movie flashes on the screen. you flinch, burying yourself deeper into the blanket. a small, chuckle rumbles from Saebyeok’s chest.

“scared already?” she teases, her voice a low murmur.

you try to play it cool. “of course not,” you reply, a little too quickly. “just appreciating the… ambience.”

Saebyeok lets out a soft laugh, finding your reaction endearing. the movie progresses, getting even more horrifying then you could imagine. you feel yourself shrinking further and further into the couch, your eyes squeezing shut during the more gruesome scenes. you hear Saebyeok gasp in delight at one particular moment, the sound a mix of fascination and something akin to glee that only she seems to experience with these kinds of films.

you feel a reassuring squeeze on your thigh, and you peek out from the blanket. Saebyeok is looking at you, a soft smile on her face. “it’s okay,” she whispers, her voice a low rumble that sends a comforting shiver down your spine. “just look at me.”

you do. you stare up at her dark eyes, the way the light dances in them, the gentle curve of her lips. it’s grounding, a lifeline in the swirling sea of nightmares on the screen. you lean closer to her, seeking the warmth of her presence.

the movie ends, the credits rolling again. you feel a small sigh of relief slip from your lips. you thought it was over when Saebyeok reaches for the remote. “next one.” she said, and you realize your ordeal is far from over.

a pant or familiar dread settles in your stomach as the title card for the next movie appears. you manage a weak smile, but inside you’re screaming. Saebyeok notices your apprehension, her gaze softening.

this time, she doesn’t sit beside you, instead she wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until you’re practically nestled into her side. her presence is a comforting weight, a solid barrier against the rising tide of terror.

as the terrifying events unfold on screen, you find yourself glancing at Saebyeok more than the actual film. you’re still scared, yes, but your fear is somehow lessened, tempered by the warmth and security you find in her embrace.

by the third movie, something shifts. maybe it’s the fact that Saebyeok is holding you close like you’re the most precious thing in the world, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re starting to recognize the patterns, the familiar tropes of the genre. you’re less tense, less prone to jumping.

by the time the sun begins to peak over the horizon, painting the room in a soft orange glow, you two are both exhausted. your eyelids feel heavy, and you’re curled up completely on Saebyeok’s lap. finally, the last credit rolls.

Saebyeok leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “so,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep, “did you have fun?”

you look up at her, a genuine smile finally gracing your lips. “surprisingly,” you admit, “i actually did.”

and it was the truth. looking back on the night, it wasn’t the most terrifying images on the screen that stood out. it was the warmth of her hand, the soft rumble of her laughter, the feeling of her presence wrapping around you like a warm blanket. it was enduring the fear together, hand in hand, or rather, cuddled together on the couch.

even if you still prefer romantic comedies, you know you’ll do this again for her. because with Saebyeok, even the scariest of nights become something a little less terrifying, a little more bearable, and a little bit fun.