#no santana sorry sir :(

[thebookowal]

🫧Bubbles official 🫧

✨thickness✨ 

I’m sorry took me so much time to reply

(fucking finals next month 💀)

I could never think of this bubble excepted this move

Do you guys remember amethyst from Steven universe and pearl when they ended up fused for the first time 

All I can see is him dancing like this and I keep laughing because of how  thick he would be

That guy is filled with sparkly slime and actual bubbles I will not be surprised if I ended up squeezing this tummy and it feels so soft. Nope, no sir. 

And here she is our dear detective

Detective Yasmin santana by @ntls-24722

I really like them I really really do

I love the design

I was going to color her though but when I was coloring her, I realize that the neck was way too long and was not showing that she was a cute fatty so I ended up deciding not to color her instead, I ended up giving this background she’s drinking coffee she’s been on this case for two days now

I was thinking about the “skinless body case

But I’ll leave it up to you guys give me a case that she would be so interested in that will take her two days off for her to solve it ……… or maybe wouldn’t 

clever girl ✨

[elledelajoie]

Tìme'em

In the mood for a "what-if" Glee fanfic starring the adorable Sam Evans?

What if Sam allows Kurt to share his family's financial problems with Burt? What if he shares another secret with Kurt the day he delivers pizzas to Dalton? What if Karofsky tells Kurt that Santana is blackmailing him and allows Kurt to tell Burt the truth? (The story starts in February of Season 2.)

About 15 minutes into their session, Kurt heard his name and paid attention.

“Kurt, you seem preoccupied today,” Mr. Adams said.

“Sorry. I was just going through what I need to get done this afternoon and evening. I’m trying to get ahead so that I can stay in Lima all weekend with no schoolwork hanging over my head.”

“I see. What’s going on in Lima?”

“My stepbrother's basketball game, mostly. Working at the shop. I’ll get up early Saturday and work the whole day more than likely. I need the money. And Dad likes to show up and fiddle around and keep me company.”

“Did you like any of the clubs you’ve been considering?”

“I didn’t go to any of the meetings.”

“You’re going to have to put more effort into this, Kurt. The requirements were that you would join at least two extracurricular activities. The Warblers count, but I’ve been very lenient. We’ve been back to school for nearly four weeks. You need to find something else to join.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to let you leave early this week to get started on your schoolwork.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Read on AO3.

[mdverse]

rating the glee kids based on how easy it was to animate them

finn: 9/10

-1 bc i kept underestimating how long his part was and had to go back and add more frames at least once

all of the frames were pretty similar and tbh that was simultaneously a blessing and a curse

britt: 10/10

im a britt apologist, she can do no wrong to me, so she's the only one whose bopping around did not cost her any points

honestly the best person to get me started experimenting with smear frames here! i love her

-1 bc these aren't my best britt drawings (sorry babe)

+1 bc she somehow managed to look cute in her transitions from finn and to puck. i didn't think that was possible. who else is doing it like her <3

puck: 2/10

did not need to be moving that much. sir pls stop why were u whipping ur head around like that

also the mostly bald head keeps tripping me up but that's just a general puck thing

mike: 7/10

pretty quick, pretty easy! no complaints there he is vv cute and it's nice to draw him more

rachel: 1/10

i was feeling pretty neutral about her for a while but i'm back to hating her just bc of this

i can draw her from one angle only so everything else was a nightmare and i learned to draw her out of sheer spite

she was singing the "it's tough for you to get by" part so a. i had to sync her mouth to the words and b. it felt like a personal attack 😔 yes it was tough rachel thank u for rubbing it in

every time i thought i was done with her i had to go back and add more frames and i was seething about it

mercedes: 5/10

still not used to drawing her so genuinely who knows if the resemblance is there or not

very short segment for her tho so i suppose it could've been much worse? but i don't love what i did

sam: 8/10

so little screentime (literally 4 frames rip samuel)! quick and easy, i have to appreciate that

the hair transition from mercedes to sam was so fun actually

kurt: 9/10

literally the same :D expression the entire time! adorable <3

rory: 5/10

i have never drawn this man in my life and i may never do it again (not an insult)

santana: 9.5/10

the "go girl give us nothing" lack of movement in her shoulders is everything to me

thank u for making my life easier and looking flawless the entire time ily queen

-0.5 but only bc i got really sad the entire time i was drawing her and tbh that's not her fault in the slightest

also shoutout to her for getting The Best frame in this entire animation??

quinn: 4/10

listen usually i like drawing quinn but this was a struggle

miss ma'am did not need to be tipping her head up and down like that :(

honestly i did my best but ive definitely drawn much better quinns than these

artie: 3/10

by this point i was ready to commit murder this lil fucker would not stop moving and i wanted to cry

why. what was the point of all that. he was doing the most like his part wasn't already The Longest by a lot

every time i thought i might be getting close to the end i realised i was wrong. genuinely so emotionally devastating u don't understand

he earned himself points back tho bc i drew so many good arties and im proud of that. growth babey <3

[anothergleekgirl]

STORM by: anothergleekgirl

[FINCHEL-Canon to S3 graduation, minus lost boy Finn & no train station - instead, they DO get married right after grad.]

Summary: Fifteen years, two successful careers, and one broken relationship. They tried, really they did – until they didn't. When Rachel makes a terrible mistake she has to pay the price; the cost? Finn. Are there some things you can't come back from, or will their tether holdfast, be the anchor that weathers the storm?

STATUS: **COMPLETE**

Glee - Rated: M - English Genre/Tags: Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Drama; Romance; Teen marriage; Fame; Infidelity Chapters: 4 Words: 26,936 Published Aug 7, 2024 CAST: FINN, RACHEL, KURT, SANTANA, PUCK

[excerpt - ACT II]

Two years passed. His band was on their first co-headlining US tour with Fallout Boy and she’d landed her first leading Broadway role. Maureen in Rent was always on her bucket list, and she nailed it night after night, seven shows per week. After a few months, she gave up an occasional Sunday performance to her understudy so she could fly to wherever Finn was performing that weekend. They made love on his tour bus and in his hotel room and drunk-fucked a couple of times in nightclub bathrooms.

. . . . .

“I want us to start a family, baby. You think you’ll be ready soon?”

“I do too, Finn, someday... but you know, I’ve just landed my first big role. There’s a chance for my first Tony if all goes well, and if it happens, I’m positive there’s going to be more shows lined up waiting for me. I... babe, you know I want this too, so much, with you... but this isn’t the right time. I’m just getting started.”

“I know.... I know... fuck. I just wish I didn’t have to be on the road so much.”

��Finn, baby, I miss you when you’re gone, more than you know, but we knew this was gonna be hard. And you’re living your dream too. I won’t take that away from you. I want this for you, and I know you want it too. I’m so proud of you. We’ll find the right time, soon.”

“Promise?” 

“Yeah.. just, right now isn’t it. We have plenty of time. We’re not even 25 yet.”

-------------------

[excerpt Act III]

"... You were MY home and you wrecked it. I never thought you’d do it to me again. I didn’t... you swore you wouldn’t, but you fucking lied... Again. You shoulda never come back to me. Guess you were still pretending after all.” 

“Finn, please listen, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry baby, it’s not what you think, it wasn’t y–” ...

... He ended the call by dropping his phone in the toilet and flushing it. “Down down down you go... Just like the last fifteen fucking years... bye bye bye, Rachel fucking Berry. Poisonous bitch.”

. . . . .

“Hi there. Name’s Puckerman. Someone called me to discreetly handle the little, uh, ‘problem’ you have hiding somewhere in this fine establishment. You wanna point me in the right direction?”

“Mr Puckerman, oh yes! Thank goodness! I do hope you can resolve this matter quickly and quietly. I’m such a fan of Mr Hudson’s. Thankfully my manager is out sick this evening which means I’m in charge; otherwise, I can assure the authorities would have been called by now. He seemed so sad three days ago, so I know there must be something terribly wrong with him. I just didn’t want to see things made worse by an incident like this splashed across tabloid headlines.”

“Well if he were in his right mind, I’m sure he’d be thanking you for your understanding.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. Mr Hudson has been our guest many times before and he’s always been so kind and courteous, and well, I just hope you can help him. Quietly. But he does need to leave today. We’ve had too many complaints from other guests on that floor.”

“Yeah. We stayed here for our National Show Choir competition back in high school. He’s kind of attached to this place. So lemme guess, he’s sloshed, shit-faced, and totally out of his fucking mind. Is that about the size of it?”

“Umm... Yes sir, I would assume so.”

READ THE FULL STORY ON AO3 & FFN

[valenciamagazineblog]

Top 20 Radio Jukebox (c) Semana 52* 24/12/1977

Hit Parade 24/12/1977 Give a little bit *2 SUPERTRAMP 2 Sorry i’m a lady BACCARA 3 Don’t let me be misunderstood SANTA ESMERALDA 4 Oxyène *2 JEAN-MICHEL JARRE 5 God save the queen SEX PISTOLS 6 Spanish stroll MINK DeVILLE 7 Telephone line ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA 8 Unlimiterd citations CAFÉ CREME 9 She’s not there SANTANA 10 Sir Duke STEVIE WONDER 11 Don’t stop FLEETWOOD MAC 12 I wouldn’t want to…

[hevansiowa]

rewatching glee with my brother and we just finished the disco episode

…these songs would’ve been perfect for Kurt, and i think quinn would’ve done them really well too. Why on earth was fINN SINGING THEM 😭

[askthegangstars]

Ayayaya 

[blurglesmurfklaine]

I’m sorry but Mr. Schuester’s response to santana saying Sue filled their lockers with dirt being to get a marker and write “DIRT” on the whiteboard will never not be hilarious like sir CALL THE SCHOOL BOARD and secondly give them a brainstorming worksheet 😭

[angelhummel]

5 most annoying, stupid or just things in general that made you hate Finn (sorry lol)

It's sooo funny that if I was just like "the homophobia" or "the anger" or "the violence" then you'd have to be like damn bestie which time?? So I'm going to have to be super specific here lol

OUTING. SANTANA. And then obviously all the follow up of acting oblivious of his own involvement in her being forced out of the closet, and getting to position himself as the hero in the end for singing a crusty song to her

Traveling all the way to NY to threaten his ex girlfriend's current boyfriend. He threatens to tell Rachel, Brody literally just grabs his jacket and says "You can't tell her", and that's all Finn needs to punch him in the face and start a full on brawl. "Stay away from my future wife!" sir put yourself in jail

Okay yeah I am lumping the two slur moment together. Screaming homophobic slurs to Kurt + using an ableist slur on a fucking baby. And I hate people making excuses for it. "Oh Kurt was doing this" "Sue was doing that" "Finn was upset/mad/stressed/etc" like oh okay if you're having a bad day or someone acted in a way you didn't like, it's okay to respond with homophobia and ableism <3 good to know

The scene he caused with Quinn in Promasaurus. Deciding that seeing her walk all of 3 steps ='s her being fully healed. Screaming at her to get out of her wheelchair and even fucking grabbing at her. Like it literally makes me stress cry. Oh and calling her crazy again cause that's the only way he knows how to describe women <3

Playing in my girl Rachel's face for over three years and fucking her up for years to come afterwards lol. Never committing, always putting her down, flip flopping on her at the drop of a hat, sending her to NY without a word afterwards for months, dropping in on her unannounced when she's trying to move on, making her feel like she can't even date other guys after his death bc they were supposed to end up together?? Sorry for coming for Finn posthumously but still. Goddamn lol

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

[elledelajoie]

Tìme'em

Sharing secrets.

What happens when Sam allows Kurt to share his family's financial problems with Burt? What other secret does Sam share with Kurt that day he delivers pizzas to Dalton? What happens when Karofsky tells Kurt that Santana is blackmailing him and allows Kurt to tell Burt the truth?

(The story starts in February of Season 2.)

About 15 minutes into their session, Kurt heard his name and paid attention.

“Kurt, you seem preoccupied today.” Mr. Adams said.

“Sorry. I was just going through what I need to get done this afternoon and evening. I’m trying to get ahead so that I can stay in Lima all weekend with no schoolwork hanging over my head.”

“I see. What’s going on in Lima?”

“My stepbrother's basketball game, mostly. Working at the shop. I’ll get up early Saturday and work the whole day more than likely. I need the money. And Dad likes to show up and fiddle around and keep me company.”

“Did you like any of the clubs you’ve been considering?”

“I didn’t go to any of the meetings.”

“You’re going to have to put more effort into this, Kurt. The requirements were that you would join at least two extracurricular activities. The Warblers count, but I’ve been very lenient. We’ve been back to school for nearly four weeks. You need to find something else to join.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to let you leave early this week to get started on your schoolwork.”

“Thank you, sir.”

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[little-caboose-on-big-adventures]

Amber is walking her giant black dog when he escapes his leach unexpectedly and runs at a large man with long purple beautiful hair. He's snarling and barking like a demon. Amber panics screaming. "Demon no don't!" Suddenly the dog stops and just sirs at Kars feet whimpering and looking up at him afraid but also happy like he wants to be pet. Amber rushes over out of breath and confused. "Demon bad dog what got into you. I'm so sorry sir. Please forgive me."

(Just want to introduce amber to the pillars. I think Santana would like her )

@jojosbizareadventureoc

“Hm?” he noticed the noise long before the dog got close, but wasn’t especially worried.

“Demon? You don’t look like one to me,” he smiled, more of a knowing smirk, but dipped down a little to pat the big guy on the head.

“No harm done. You have a very nice friend here,” he barely glanced up at her, more preoccupied with the big puppy.

(I love meeting your ocs!)

[seiyasabi]

Okay I just start with the pillar men arc and Omg there are so hot🤤🤤 Can I ask for Yandere Sfw and Nsfw with Pillar men ??

AHHAHAHA YES YOU CAN! I’ve been waiting for someone to ask about my main men 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

Yandere Pillar Men (separate) x Reader:

Yandere Kars:

SFW

-Bastard man is lowkey mean

-Likes FULL control over his Darling, which is lowkey a nightmare for u

-He wants u to sit still and look pretty while he destroys your race lol

-Won’t show it, but he truly does have a soft spot for u

-If ur good, he’ll shower u w affection

-If ur bad, he’ll whip tf outta u

-Will make u sleep next to him, and once ur fully asleep, he’ll force u against his chest, and once u wake up he’ll complain that u cuddled him

NSFW

-Beeg cock, so foreplay is always a must

-Isn’t the type to go in dry, bc he knows humans are fragile af

-Either lubes that ass up, or makes use of that WAP (I’m so sorry)

-If u can get pregnant, he’ll breed that cunny lol

-Likes to tie u up, manhandle u around, and has a huge size kink 

Yandere Esidisi:

SFW

-He needs to touch grass

-Pretends to be delusional, but news flash, he isn’t

-Cries when u don’t immediately fall into his arms when he kidnaps u

-Isn’t afraid to smother u w love

-Doesn’t like punishing u, but he will if he has to

-Will break a leg

-He’s always staring at u or touching u in some way

NSFW

-Daddy kind of man

-Looooooves teasing

-Loves seeing your cock or pussy drool

-Loves a good quickie too

-Another breeder if possible lol

-Loves being spanked or spanking u

Yandere Whammu:

-Has a handful of rules for u bc he likes control

-Is absolutely, positively, madly in love w u

-Is COMPLETELY delusional

-Worships you

-Will punish u when u step outta line, but he can’t help but coddle u sometimes

-U make him feel human, and he loves holding you in his buff ass arms

-Will carry u everywhere u need to go

-Is the only one that lets u outside (with him there ofc)

-Likes to dress you in pretty things

NSFW

-Likes being called Sir

-Is kind of vanilla besides that

-He’ll develop ur kinks

-Likes intimate positions (missionary, etc..) 

-Is the only one to only fuck u w explicit consent 

-If u don’t like something, he’ll stop immediately 

Yandere Santana:

SFW

-Bastard son

-Is a meanie

-Doesn’t understand humans, like, at all

-Will be too rough w u, punishment or not

-Likes to bully u into submission

-Will break ur legs from the get-go 

-Almost killed u the first week bc he didn’t give u food or water for two days, but don’t worry, he’ll never make a silly mistake like that ever again

NSFW

-Kinky mf

-Probably into piss

-Will completely dominate u and do whatever he wants

-Likes to push the limits of ur body, so sometimes will go in dry

-Will try to sound u or fist u

-Likes it when u cry from over stimulation  

[lady-divine-writes]

The Hitchhiker - Chapter 1/4

Picking up a hitchhiker isn't exactly the dumbest thing Kurt has ever done, but it's not exactly the smartest either. When he comes across Blaine Anderson caught in a sudden downpour, he can't just leave him on the corner to drown... can he? (1756 words)

Read on AO3.

“Excuse me? Sir? Do you need a ride?”

Kurt flashes as confident and honest a smile as he can to the man standing on the side of the road. But the second those words leave his mouth, he hears his father’s voice in his head yelling: “Kurt Hummel! What the hell are you doing? Picking up a hitchhiker? Are you out of your mind!?”

And Kurt has to admit, the voice is right. 

There is a fifty-fifty chance that this man, standing alone in the dark by the side of the road, is a violent serial killer. His outfit alone perpetuates the stereotype - indigo jeans, white t-shirt, leather jacket. He has an olive-green duffel slung over one shoulder and he's carrying a guitar case, for God’s sake! What are the odds that there’s actually a guitar in there!? If Kurt picks this man up, he has a greater chance of becoming a statistic than of that man being a musician! Kurt should drive away now without an inch of guilt, floor it without looking back.

And he probably would have deferred to his better judgment and stepped on the gas had it not been for a few things. 

It's pitch dark out for a start. Only a handful of street lights line the curb, installed twenty or so feet apart, which creates long expanses of shadow in between. The road they're on is in the middle of nowhere, with trees towering on both sides of them. This doesn’t help Kurt’s argument any since it seems like just the place a killer would lie in wait for a potential victim. But, in that same vein, someone or something could be stalking him, waiting for Kurt to drive away so they can pounce on him from the trees. Then it would be up to the reach of this man's legs and his athletic ability to save him.

This leads directly to reason two: the man is a klutz. In the five minutes Kurt has been stuck at this red light, he’s seen him smack himself in the face with his own bag, drop his sunglasses (pink rimmed Wayfarers, no less), catch them, then fumble them again, and step in the same puddle twice. If this man is a serial killer, he may not be the most competent one on the planet. 

Three, just as Kurt’s light turned green, it started raining. And not the light drizzle he has come to expect during his infrequent forays to San Diego, but an honest-to-God downpour. Kurt saw the man turn his face up to the sky, his shoulders slumped, wholly defeated by this new development. He put the butt of his guitar case on the toes of his shoes to keep it out of the mud, then attempted to wrap his jacket around it.

And Kurt’s heart melted. 

Kurt is a musician himself. Singer more than musician but he has friends who play the guitar. His stepbrother Finn owns a Fender that he sold plasma to afford. Puck's Gibson is the only thing he has never hawked when he needed money. And Sam, in this man's position, would take off every stitch of clothing to protect his Blueridge if it came down to it. Kurt can imagine this man’s whole life wrapped up in that case, which he is now convinced does hold a guitar.

Kurt isn't a gun enthusiast by any means, but he thinks a semi-automatic should be able to withstand some weather. He may want to Google that one later on… provided he’s still alive.

And about that guitar case: it isn’t a plain, generic, black guitar case. The thing is covered in travel stickers and bling. It has a personality all its own. An easily identifiable personality. If this man is a killer, Kurt is pretty certain every human on the West Coast would know about it. He’d be nicknamed the Kitsch Case Killer or something along those lines. That case sticks out like a sore thumb. There’s no way a man carrying a guitar case decorated like an old-school Lisa Frank binder is getting away with swiping a pack of gum, not to mention murder.

To a lesser degree (Kurt tells himself so he doesn't have to admit how idiotic this idea is), this is the most a-dork-able man Kurt has ever seen. He looks more like a puppy than a predator (weak reasoning, he knows). But Kurt has instincts about people that are usually on the money. He has to give himself credit for making it this far in life. Kurt is tougher than he looks. He has taken his fair share of licks, and he’s still ticking. 

Plus, he has bear repellent in the pocket of his jacket the size of a can of Aquanet. He feels he has his bases covered.

The man walks slowly towards Kurt's car, the curls piled atop his head hanging heavily down his cheeks the wetter he gets.

No, Kurt can’t leave him out here.

“Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot,” the man says, cautiously eyeing Kurt up and down as if he may be asking himself Kurt’s same string of questions in his head. “But I… ” The fact that he isn’t jumping at Kurt’s offer, that he’s glancing anxiously down the road, mulling his options even as rain pours down his back, puts Kurt at ease. The man looks like he’s trying to gauge if Kurt might have a weapon hiding somewhere on his person, contemplating if he’ll come out of this alive if he accepts this ride. 

Ironic, but that proves that there are two sides to every situation.

The man looks about to step away and decline until a fork of lightning turns night into day for five seconds, a boom so loud following it shakes Kurt’s rental car. 

“Sure. Okay. Why not?” He pulls open the rear door in a rush but still wary as he puts his belongings into the backseat and joins Kurt in the front. “Thank you so much. I didn’t expect it to rain this hard, or I might have stayed in my hotel room one more night.” He runs a hand through his hair, cringing at the water that sprays the headrest.

“Not a problem.” Kurt reaches behind the seat and grabs the towel he’d fished out of his luggage earlier when he’d done the same thing. But the rain was only a sprinkle then – angel spittle, his mom would have called it. “I couldn’t just drive by and leave you out here to drown.”

The man chuckles. It, much like the rest of him, is too cute for words. “My name’s Blaine.”

“Kurt.” Kurt extends a hand for Blaine to shake. Blaine looks at it, hesitates a second before taking it, still questioning Kurt and his intentions, Kurt assumes. Despite being stuck in the rain, Blaine’s hand is warm, comforting in a way Kurt speculates a serial killer’s hands would not. “Well, Blaine, where you headed?”

“Oh, uh… I’m trying to make my way to L.A. But you can drop me off anywhere between here and there.”

“Ooo. Actor? Producer?”

“Unemployed schlub, unfortunately. Currently riding my brother’s couch. He’s the actor. I’m the… the failure.”

Kurt pulls onto the road again and heads for the highway. “That’s a really unkind thing to say about yourself.”

“It’s what… well, it’s what my father would say.” He wrings his hands uncomfortably. “He’d also say I’m a disappointment, a waste of a Harvard education, a bum… ” He shivers. Kurt raises the temperature of the heater. Blaine glances at Kurt in embarrassment, and Kurt gets the hint that it’s not the cold that has him trembling.

“I know it’s not my place to say, but I’d stop listening to your father if I were you. It doesn’t seem like he has anything worthwhile to say.”

“How can you say that? You don’t even know me,” Blaine says under his breath, with an edge like a growl, the kind wild animals give when you stumble into their territory unaware. It sets the hairs on the back of Kurt’s neck on end, and he starts second-guessing this decision. 

Relax, Kurt. The man’s just beat down. Exhausted. You understand what that’s like.

Blaine sighs, sinking into the passenger seat and leaning his head against the window. "I'm sorry. I know you're trying to be nice. It's been a long day." 

“I understand. And I may not know you, but I know fathers," Kurt continues. "A father’s job is to be supportive of their children, no matter what they do in life. Succeed or fail, win or lose, they should always be in your corner. And if he’s not, screw him! Surround yourself with people who want to lift you up, not tear you down.”

Blaine winds his arms around his torso, hugging himself tight. “I---is that the way your father treats you?”

“Yup,” Kurt answers with a subconscious smile at the mention of his dad. “He supports me in everything, even the stuff he doesn’t entirely agree with. And when things don’t work out, he’s the first person there, helping me to my feet and encouraging me to try again.”

“Sounds like a great guy. You’re lucky.”

“He is," Kurt says proudly. "And I am.”

Blaine fixes his gaze to the road ahead as Kurt merges onto the highway. He chews the inside of his cheek, stares too hard at the rain-slick asphalt, not shifting focus. It's as if he can't bring himself to look at Kurt when he asks, “So, you think you’re a good judge of character?”

Kurt nods. “Yes, I do."

"How do you know?"

"Experience. I have a decent track record.”

"Surround yourself with a lot of questionable people, do you?"

"I guess you can say that," Kurt agrees with a laugh, thinking of the people who have come into his life that he has adopted as his own: Rachel, Dave, Santana, Puck, all of them rivals or bullies. Or both. But now, a cherished part of his found family.

People he hopes will miss him if SDPD finds him by the side of the road tomorrow with his throat cut.

Stop it, Kurt! Relax! You're in no danger! Everything is going to be fine!

Blaine shrugs, examining his wet hands as if he’s reading something etched on his skin. “Someday you’ll be wrong.”

“Probably." Kurt meets Blaine's eyes in the reflection of the windshield, flashes his confident smile again. "But I don’t think that day is today.”

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Pairing: Ortiz/Nova Alvarez Quote: I think I can. I think I can. Verse: Pokemon

I think I can. I think I can. It was a motto that came from a story Angel Ortiz’s mother had told him during his childhood in Hau’oli City. It was about a little Grubbin who tried and tried to burrow into the ground to get at the sap he wanted. It was a tale of perseverance, of never letting whatever adversity stood in his way stop him from getting what he wanted. While it was a good lesson, it was a lesson that Angel Ortiz knew wasn’t a lesson that he always took to heart. That’s how he had ended up in Team Skull, after all. The trial of Melemele Island had been easy enough. His Rockruff had made quick work of both the Yungoos and the Alolan Rattata he had fought. When it came to facing off against pretty boy Ilima’s Youngoos and Smeargle, his Rockruff and Vullaby had helped him get past it with no troubles. Even Hala had turned out to be easy enough. After all, Ortiz had no trouble in a fight and he kept his Pokemon every bit as strong as he was. The three trials of Akala Island had proved slightly more troublesome. He had been able to get through Lana’s Wishiwashi and Araquanid with little problem after identifying the source of splashing. While the battle with Kiawe had been well fought and well won, telling the difference in dances hadn’t been easy. In fact, Ortiz had only been able to tell the difference with the help of his childhood friend Santana. The final battle, in the Lush Jungle, had been almost impossible. What did he, a city boy, know about foraging in a jungle to find food? With much luck, he had been able to collect the ingredients, then he had swiftly beaten both Mallow and Olivia. Ula’ula had been the final stop on his tour. Sophocles had presented a challenge Ortiz hadn’t been prepared for, the sounds in the darkness providing a challenge he hadn’t been ready for. In the end, it had been the battle with the Vikavolt that had done him in. He hated to remember it, finding shame that he had fallen so quickly. He had fled to Po Town, finding Santana was there waiting for him. The duo had been happy to carry out petty crimes for Plumeria, until the proud and powerful duo had met their match. Lillie Cueto and Nova Alvarez were vacationers from the Kanto region who had come to Alola to enjoy themselves. Lillie, who ran a small flower shop in Celadon City, had wanted to learn about what vegetation other lands had to offer. Nova had been walking with her Lucario by her side while Lillie’s Serperior slithered beside her. The port was busy, but Lucario seemed to be pushing Nova towards something. That something was Ortiz and his own Lucario. “Ouch!” Nova let out a sound as she hit the ground after running into the solid figure. Ortiz had wanted to yell at the woman, until taking a soft look at her. She was pretty, curly black hair framing a slender face. Full lips were downturned into a frown, as her faithful Lucario placed itself between Ortiz and herself, “Lu, it’s okay! I’m sorry, sir, I-“ “Nah, princesa, it’s my fault,” Ortiz gave a toothy grin, “your Lucario don’t seem to want me to help you.” “He can get defensive,” she chuckled, taking Lillie’s hand to pull herself to her feet, “This is Lillie. I’m Nova. Nova Alvarez.” Ortiz had to stop his eyes from going wide. Everyone knew the last name Alvarez, from Kanto to here in Alola. The man was an accomplished trainer, having beaten several Elite Four challenges as well as the island challenges that Alola had to offer. In fact, Ortiz had had a poster of the man on his wall as a child. “What’s a princesa like you doing out here? Malie must be nothing compared to what you’re used to.” “I wanted to see the world! Lillie and I are traveling all over,” beamed Nova. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “Do you know the town here? We could use a tour guide.” “Sure, me and my boy Santana can help you,” Ortiz agreed almost immediately. Ortiz knew he and Santana were supposed to be protecting Guzma over in the gardens, but there was something pulling him towards Nova and Lillie. Was it because they were pretty? Probably. Ortiz did have a soft spot for pretty girls. Was it because Nova’s Lucario reminded him of his own? Again, possibly. They were known for being able to sense the goodness and justice in their trainer's hearts. It meant that Nova had to be a good woman to have such a bond with him. Perhaps, most importantly, her lineage reminded Ortiz of the man he had idolized as a youth. Maybe, just maybe, Nova was a sign that his island trials could be picked up once again. After all, Ortiz was as stubborn as a Grubbin.

[gleegirlimagines]

“Coming” Out

"Why don't you just come out of the closet?"

Y/N stood frozen, as did Rory.

He did not just say that.

"You know, I think I know why you're so good at tearing everybody else down. It's because you're constantly tearing yourself down, because you can't admit to everybody that you're in love with Santana and she might not love you back. That must hurt, to not be able to admit to everyone how you really feel. You know what I think you are? A coward. See you at the mash-off." He pat her shoulder with a smirk and walked off, knowing that he won this fight, for once. Rory approached the girl. "Listen, I'm sorry, I had no idea he was gonna do that. That was just wrong." Y/N smiled weakly at him with tears in her eyes. "It's not your fault Irish. I have to go." She turned and all but ran to her car. Once inside the vehicle, the dam broke and she began to sob. Once she got herself together, she drove home and went straight to her room without a word to anyone.

Santana sat in class with Mercedes and Kurt waiting for her girlfriend. Once the bell rang, there was no sign of the girl. Santana got super worried and turned to the diva and her friend. "Have you guys seen Y/N?" The duo shook their heads. Kurt whispered "I heard she had a spat with Finn earlier. Rory told me at lunch." Santana felt anger course through her veins. She had a mission after this class: Kill Finn, find Y/N.

Santana, flanked by Brittany and Sugar stormed into the choir room. Finn was sitting at the drumset with Rachel on his lap. "What the actual FUCK is wrong with you Finnept? What did you do to Y/N?" Finn looked scared for a moment but regained his confidence, "I just put some things into perspective for her." Santana glared at him. "Once I find out what you did, it's not gonna be pretty." She ran out and headed to her car. "I gotta get to Y/N." Santana pulled into the Y/L/N's driveway noticing Y/N's car, breathing a sigh of relief. She all but ran to the front door to be met with Y/N's mom. "Oh, hi Santana. What brings you here?" Santana had to think of an excuse. "Oh, Y/N left early because she was sick and I wanted to check in on her." Her mom smiled. "Oh, that's very kind of you sweetie. Y/N is lucky to have a best friend like you."

Best friend, right.

"She's in her room. I am going out and her dad won't be home from work till late. There's money on the cabinet for pizza or something. Please don't burn down the house." Santana gave her best million dollar smile and watched the woman leave. She rushed up the stairs to her girlfriend's room and the sight inside the room broke her heart. Y/N was on her bed asleep with tear tracks on her face. Santana took her shoes off and slid in the bed behind Y/N, holding her close. She was gonna kill that beached whale.

The song ended as Y/N hopped off the stage. "What did you just say to her?!" Finn looked up at the girl. "I just said you were great." Y/N shook her head. "You're lying." Rachel spoke up. "He literally just said that." "Did you tell her too? Everyone is gonna know now. Because of YOU!" Finn looked confused. "The whole school already knows. And you know what? They don't care." Y/N's anger bubbled like a volcano. "Not just the school you idiot, EVERYONE!"

"What are you talking abo-"

SLAP!

The whole auditorium went silent. 

Finn sat shocked, as did Santana.

Y/N ran out of the auditorium in tears, headed to her car, and drove off without a second glance.

Back in the school, Santana turned on Finn. "What the FUCK did you do to my girlfriend Hudson?" Rory stood and blurted out. "He outed her the other day." Everyone looked at Finn shocked. Quinn spoke up. "You did WHAT?!" Rachel turned to her boyfriend. "How could you do that Finn?" Finn yelled back. "She called me fat!" Mercedes spoke next. "Oh. So calling someone fat immeadiately calls for outing them?" Finn sunk in his seat. "You know her parents didn't even know? And because of that stupid commercial, they will. And if anything happens to her, it's YOUR fault." The Glee clubs started to file out as Brittany, Santana, Quinn, Kurt, and Mercedes all grouped up. "We need to get to her house. ASAP." The group came to a consensus to meet at Y/N's house.

Y/N was currently sitting in her living room with her parents as they sat in front of her. "I have to tell you guys something." Her parents looked at her. "Go ahead sweetie." Y/N took a deep breath.

"I'm gay."

Silence.

Her mom spoke first. "Oh thank God!" Her dad had a look of relief on his face. "I thought you were gonna say you were pregnant." Y/N sat confused. "Wait, what?" Her dad chuckled. " Baby girl, we already knew. You and Santana aren't necessarily discrete." Y/N blushed. "So, you guys aren't mad?" Both adults shook their heads. "Are you happy?" Y/N nodded. "That's all we want honey. For you to be happy." Y/N smiled and hugged her parents when a banging on their front door sounded. Her dad, confused, went to open the door and in stormed Santana, Quinn, Brittany, Kurt, and Mercedes. "Listen. I don't care what you think of your daughter and if you have a problem with her, you have a problem with me and I will not hesitate to go ALL Lima Heights and why is everyone laughing?" Y/N approached her girlfriend and planted a kiss on her lips. "They know already. Apparently we aren't discrete." Santana blushed furiously. "Oh.." "And they are okay with it." Santana smile began to grow. "Wait. Really?" She turned to the two adults who nodded. "But please, don't make me have to instill an open door policy Santana." Santana stiffened and shook her head. "Yes Sir, I will behave." Y/N's mom laughed and shook her head. "Is everyone okay with takeout?" Everyone quickly agreed and began to bicker over what to eat. Y/N took in the sight and sighed happily, wrapping her arms around Santana, laying her head on her shoulder.

THIS is her family.