#this glee shit get serious you really need to be ready to die behind it damn 😭😭

[4minutesgcv]

am thinking about writing a mikecedes fanfiction only problem is I’ve never written a fanfic in my ENTIRE life

[singeramg]

Midnight: Chapter 4

A/n: I bet you thought I was going to make you wait. Honestly I couldn’t apparently I have the patience of a Gnat. I hate waiting and seeing as i’m ready for Clark to show up here it is. I will say this mostly follows Justice League, but of course with the addition of my OFC. As always you guys are awesome! 

Warnings: Mild Violence, Language, Slow Burn

Pairing: Clark Kent- Superman/ Metahuman! Black!OFC

Rating: Eventual M

In case you are behind: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Midnight: Chapter 4

*Flashback * Just about 4 years ago

I could hear people screaming, I was moving as fast as I could. 

Buildings and cars burned as people ran away screaming, crying as their lives crumbled in front of their eyes. I was doing my best to try and save the innocent people all needing my help. Lex Luther had created a monster. Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman were all fighting. It would make no sense for me to go up there yet, not when so many lives are held in the balance, not when Clark basically forbade me to go. 

 I was helping the last of the families in a 6 story building get out, when the energy in the atmosphere changed. More specifically, Clark’s energy had shifted. He normally radiated an enormous amount of power that I could feel from anywhere in the state, and it made my powers increase by proxy, but something was wrong, it was going down, and I could feel my own power decreasing. 

I took off, pushing myself to the limit, leaping from building to building trying to get to him. I landed on the building across the street just as Clark flew himself into the monster, pushing some sort of spear into himself. The glowing green tip clearly infected with the one type of element that would weaken him. I cried out feeling his energy fade as Batman and Lois surrounded him.

I pushed as much of the energy I could, but it did no good. I was getting ready to jump to the next building, but when I felt his energy die out, it was pointless.

I screamed in agony, the windows nearby shattering in distress, Batman took a look around at my voice, but wasted no time taking off, Woman in tow, leaving Lois to cry over Clark’s body. I leaped, landing on the roof. Lois looked at me, tears running down her face. I knew I had to look similar. I dropped to my knees next to him. Grasping his hand, pushing energy again, but it was not returned. 

He was gone. 

The realization just allowed for new flood or tears as I dropped my head to his still chest for the man I considered a friend. I cried for what we could have been. Openly sobbing for Clark leaving this world thinking I hated him. I was weeping for the loss of Clark Kent, the man I had fallen in love with despite knowing he would never love me back…

*End Flashback*

I wiped a few stray tears that had fallen down my cheek as I remembered the night Clark had passed. He never had any clue I was pregnant and neither did I. I had no clue that my son would also lose the opportunity to know how great his father was. If I were being honest with myself I didn’t know if I would have told him. If this plan of Bruce Wayne’s worked, and Clark didn’t come back as a shadow of himself, I still wanted to stay far away. I had been doing a great job of raising Kalen by myself. I wouldn’t run the risk of Superman deciding I wasn’t worthy and taking my son. 

No I wouldn’t tell him. I couldn’t...

Bruce agreed to let me come back to meet the team to revive Clark tomorrow, but only after Kalen woke up. Ms. Alphonse was more than okay with watching Kalen for me and while I didn’t tell her where I was going she understood. I didn’t expect to be gone more than a day at worst. I made Kalen breakfast, and when he woke up he seemed to feel much better.

 “Mommy I’m hungry!” He says excitedly. 

He is strong enough to get himself into the kitchen chair, where I sat his paw patrol place mat and eventually the matching  plate with his food on it. I let him get about halfway done, before he got too full and fidgety to listen.

 “Alright baby so when you are done eating I’m going to take you over to Ms. A’s house. Mama has to go away overnight, so you get to have a fun sleepover with her okay.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as the fork clanged on the plastic plate.

 “I wanna go, Plwease??”

  “You can’t come with mommy this time, but I promise when I get back tomorrow we will have a fun day together, just you and me.”

He begins to cry harder and I pull him into my arms. Even at three he was getting to big for me to hold, but I would hold him until I couldn’t anymore. 

  “I think Ms. A is gonna be really sad if you don’t go with her. I need you to be a big boy for me. Help protect her for me please?”

I said wiping tears off of his face he sniffs into my neck, and I grab a paper towel wiping his nose. 

He finally calms down enough for me to get him dressed and down the hall. I left my extra key with Ms. Alphonse. Dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark blue half shirt and black leather jacket with matching rider boots. My hair sat in a messy bun on the top of my head so I couldn’t have to bother with it if I needed to shift my outfit. I leaned down to his height, kissing his cheeks and hugging him, tickling him around his sides and stomach, making him laugh in glee. 

  “Kalen Joseph Smith I love you very much. You be good for Ms. A and if I get a good report I will take you for some ice cream when I get home.” Excited he began jumping around.

  “Kalen be good and strong and brave.” He says to me in a small voice.

I didn’t want to leave him even if I would only be gone that day. 

   “Mommy loves you. Gimme a hug!”

He jumps into my arms with the biggest hug he could manage.

I said my goodbyes and looked at my phone where Bruce texted me that he had sent a car for me and it was waiting downstairs...

*Later*

Man as if I wasn’t already in pain from leaving my son, I was about to lose my shit. I had serious reservations about this rag tag team Bruce Wayne put together. They could hate me and if things went south with Clark then I would be the next target, by affiliation. I sighed, and sat back as the driver navigated various turns until I found myself back in Metropolis. I was guided to Star Labs, a place I knew did phenomenal work in various fields. If life had planned out differently for me then I could have fancied myself as a scientist or something, but it was not in the cards for me. I came into the large chamber not truly prepared by the on-slot of eyes on me also that everyone would be in uniform. I waved my hand, my outfit melting into my suit and mask.

  “Bruce, who is this?” Asked Wonder Woman and everyone else was on the defensive ready to attack me. I rolled my eyes, then used them to glare at the man in the bat suit.

  “Damn it Bruce. If you are going to call a girl in at least make sure you tell folks. I prefer not to have my ass handed to me by Wonder Woman.”

I smiled at her and she seemed to relax some. Bruce came over to stand next to me handing me a comm, and watched me as I put it in.

  “She is here for backup only. A little insurance for those of us that are skeptical about Clark’s return to the world. This is Midnight.”

I smiled at everyone, and took a seat on some nearby steps of the craft, leaning back on the steps behind me. I had a shield up already if any of them tried anything. 

  “You seem really relaxed for the situation we are in.” Said a young boy in a red suit, clearly unsure of me, but not willing to go against the grain. He had a lot of nervous energy and as for everyone else it was much of the same and Aquaman had only relaxed a fraction since I showed up. He was very powerful as well. I shrugged in a nonchalant way which annoyed Aquaman and amused the half Cyborg and The Red-suit. 

   “I am only here to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. More specifically, any of you. He wakes up and I’m gone like I was never here.”

   “Let’s get this show on the road.” Bruce says and the team seems to get on board. They explain the plan as it’s modified to where the boy in the suit says he can generate enough energy to start the machine. The plan went into action and I shifted the light fields around me to become invisible. A skill I picked up after Clark’s death. Honestly I thought it was a subconscious way to disappear because I wanted so badly to do so. Now it was a valuable defensive skill.

As the cube touches the water, time seems to slow down for me but in reality it doesn’t. Seconds later Clark shoots out of the water, busting a hole through the alien spacecraft. The sudden return of his energy to my immediate vicinity caught me completely off guard. It had been a long time since I felt energy like this course though me. I dropped to my knees, coughing a  fit, trying to adjust was painful. Batman came over to me, knowing where I was due to the heat signature in his mask.

  “Are you okay Midnight?”

  “I am *cough* fine. Clark just has an enormous amount of energy. I will be fine in a few moments, just go make sure he is okay. I’ll join you guys soon.”

We heard the sounds of a fight starting above and Batman left me. I coughed again and scrambled to my feet. A quick scan told me Clark’s energy was all over the place and he was confused. I knew it would not turn out good for anyone the longer I stayed down. I leaped out the same hole Clark had created with my newfound energy, and if I were being honest with myself it was like breathing again. Actually with all of them in the same area as me, I had never felt more powerful. 

I landed just as Clark hovered over Wonder Woman, ready to actually hurt her. I tossed up a shield just as Batman appeared.

  “I know you.” Clark says leaving from in front of her to fly to Bruce before I could toss a shield. He had him lifted in the air by his face after kicking his ass. 

                    “You won’t let me live, you won’t let me die.”

He growls and I could feel Bruce panicking although he wouldn’t outwardly admit it. I tried to formulate a shield between the two of them. It would be the equivalent of standing between them and pushing at Clark’s chest. 

It got Clark's attention but not in the way I wanted. He tossed Batman like a rag doll, I tossed some sort of shield his way to soften the blow of the ground, but because it was so hasty I was sure I would hurt. Meanwhile I had no time to prepare myself for Clark slamming into me, then reach up and grab me by the neck. 

  “I may not be able to see you, but it won’t stop me from killing you.”

He growled in my face and I grasped at my neck, trying to pull him off of me. I could have blasted him back, I was strong enough to do that, but that would hurt him, maybe even irreparably. I couldn’t hurt this man even if I tried.

      “Clark Please Don't.”

I choked out and recognition in his eyes as The Clark we all knew returned and I could feel my visibility returning as my oxygen levels depleted.

  “CLARK!”

We both heard and his head whipped behind him. He didn’t toss me as he had done to Batman. He sat me down gently as I coughed and he ran to Lois, it was always her. It would always be her. 

It didn’t hurt any less for him to fly away with her in his arms. 

I wiped the blood from my nosebleed caused by the choking. I shifted back into full visibility as Bruce groaned from where he landed behind me.

               “Oh something is definitely bleeding.”

I don’t know why but that was hilarious to me and I started laughing even though it hurt my throat.

    “Yeah I told you Clark was gonna beat your ass on sight.”

He actually laughed with me as the team came over. The joy of laughter quickly ended as a major shift of energy happened and suddenly this horned figure appeared. Taking the cube looking thing, I shot a blast of electric type energy it it’s direction but it still managed to get away.

     “Steppenwolf has the third box.”

I dropped my head back on the grass in frustration...

A/n: So here is Clark... I once again I am excited about this story!

[helpinghanikan]

Inter-species relationship

X-men x Reader

Sum: Relationships come in many forms, with those that are powered and those that aren’t.

AN: little, teeny-tiny one shots because classes are starting soon and I gotta get ready

Charles Xavier:

           Behind the powers, behind the suits and the missions and the X-men themselves there is a school. A school with actual students that need an actual education. Which in turn needs actual teachers. Which is where you come in.

           Andy was one of your students, Andy was a bright student and Andy was a little shit.

           “This is fucking shit,” It was Lily’s voice, but it didn’t come from her.

           “Andrew…” Your chalk sat down, turning to face him with a ‘are you serious’ look.

           Andy didn’t have the most impressive power in the school. He was a mocking bird, a watered-down Mystic who can only change his voice and prints. Not enough to warrant a super suit, but enough to be taken advantage off. Several nights spent behind bars and handcuffs before his mother got to Charles’s school.

           “Lily said it.” Andrew says before you completely turn around.

           Lily is done, staring to the ceiling like she’s hoping for God to take her from this misery.

           “The least you can do is learn how to lie better. Or pretend to be someone who can do it.” One perk of being a one of it’s kind private school was the amount of sass you’re allowed to dish out. Anything short of cussing out a kid was green lit, within reason.

           Among the small chuckles from your students there was Andrew. And his little smile that turned into a smirk.

           “Of course, Miss.” Your name came from Charles voice but out of Andrew’s mouth.

           Later on, Charles was trying to hide a smile behind his hand. Pretending that he was reading the paper in front of him and only half listening to your rants.

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

Erik Lehnsherr:

           Accidents happen in prison all the time; from suicides to miscounts of prisoners, no prison is perfect.

  ��        So, who can say how that metal fork was mixed with the plastic?

           It was either the recent surge of sympathy for mutants, or just plain stupidity that Magneto was still alive. Leashed and caged in plastic in an equally non-metal prison. Millions in tax payers money ruined by someone infected with sympathy.

           He only stared up at you, like he was expecting a kick to the face.

           And you stared back, pretending that the fork suddenly floating wasn’t anything new. It’s only when you take several steps back, does he stop staring.

           Floating fork dents and presses, a thick needle pressed into a lock neither of you saw. Watching the neck restraint come undone, although silent, was the loudest sound.

           It was your turn to stare at him, expecting violence when he only walks past you.

           “I’m only giving you now to leave,” He says, jerking his head towards the door you had entered.

           “You’re welcome, I guess.” You said while walking away. Probably only getting a few second head start.

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

Raven/ Mystique:

         The smallest bit of blue lays in the palm of her hand. It spreads into the flat of the fingers, and onto the thumb. Skin that was entirely her pressed against your own. Follow up the arm and into the green eyes and you won’t find her there.

           Instead you see a man, a stranger created from hundreds of faces passing by each day.

           It was only in the confines of your apartment that she was your entire blue rose. Grabbing her hand and begging her to come with you, pulling her with you towards the door. As though the door frame was a machine, changing your love into the stranger the world would accept.

           At least twice a week you sat on your bench with a different person. Lovingly holding each of their hands in the same way each time. Head resting against their shoulder without a change of pattern.

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Peter Maximoff:

         He never outright said it, but everyone knew that Peter was always different.

           He had class across the school? Didn’t matter, he was always there. Already stealing whatever snack you were trying to hide away.

           School work? Done in the time it takes for your book to be pulled from the bag. It was almost never right, forcing you to watch him do it painstakingly slow.

           It was something that no one bothered to tell anyone else. Something that was just a trick of the mind and not worth mentioning. After months of these tricks happening and then only one you’ve ever said anything to was Peter’s mother.

           “You have to trap him,” Ms. Romanoff said when you mentioned it. “I used to hold his hand everywhere, until he was about thirteen. It’s like a leash or something he can’t break out of.”

           At no point was the question asked but the answer was clear.

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Hank McCoy:

         There is two moods when sleeping next to Hank: Cuddling into a comfort you can only dream of buying in stores. And mentally planning your funeral after you die from heat-stroke.

           It’s an amazing thing to watch someone you love gain confidence. Seeing Hank stand taller then before, voicing his opinion instead of exiling himself to the lab. All this while in blue, too. There was no way you’d make him feel bad by explain that he was gonna smother you one of these nights.

           It seemed he already knew. Every night you visited he would try and sleep on the farthest part of the bed. Curling in on himself while you did the same on the other side.

           It never lasted long. Both Hank and you were natural cuddlers. In the haze of sleep Hank reaches for his natural state as the big spoon. A branch of fur reaching around your middle and a bear of blue pressing into your back. In your own world of sleep your head is controlled by another. Lifting for the other branch to find it’s place under your neck.

           A heat stroke in the middle of the night is just a cross you have to bear.

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

Jean Gray:

         She was already slightly an outcast amongst outcasts. Coming full circle and into your arms after running into each other on more then one occasion.  

           The only way you’d ever make her situation worse would be through a visit. Just like now.

           Only Scott seemed to notice when Jean suddenly stopped talking. Her eyes slightly widening and the brisk, but fast, walking she made towards the front door.

           You’re standing in front of the gate like a tourist. Looking up and down at the paper with a hastily scrawled address Jean hadn’t thought you’d actually use. She walks towards you with quick strides and flowing hair in your direction.

           “Hi!” You wave at her.

           “Hey, what-what are you doing here?” She asks, jogging the last few steps.

           “Sorry, you mentioned you weren’t doing anything today.” You say when she reaches you.

           “No, it’s fine. Just-just like, call first.” She looks beyond the gate towards her school.

           Scott stands at one of the balconies. You watched for too long and another two of her fellow students come out. One even waving in your direction. A gesture you returned.

           “The school isn’t really the best place for us to meet…” She says moving her head like she’s trying to convince herself.

           “Because of your-.” Your hand makes a wiggly motion next to your head. “little trick and whatever?”

           “It’s not-I don’t have a little trick.” Jean says.

           Your eye-brow raise and head tilt stopped her from trying to defend herself any further.

           One of the fondest memories shared was of the first real date. The one where Jean could answer every question you threw at her, about yourself and otherwise. She remembers the glee in your eyes when she’d pretend to think really hard and then answer with supreme confidence. You remember how it took you a few minutes to realize her gift. Back then it was just a theory. One proven fact after several incidents in your following interactions.

           “Babe,” You say. “You aren’t exactly subtle.”

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Logan/ Wolverine:

           “Stop moving,” You scold.

           Flat of your palm presses against his forehead, pushing him back onto the little table. He could easily push against your own strength but instead he falls back. Landing with a grunt as though he was mortally wounded.

           “Hank treats me better than you do.” He comments, wincing when you made another incision.

           Your medical know how was the smallest bit above average. Panic watching YouTube videos after the first time he asked for “a little help”. You still had yet to learn about pain killers.

           “Go to Hank next time, and then you can take all his beer, instead.” Using tweezers, you press into the skin. Taking hold of the bullet in his skin and pulling it outward.

           In normal cases bullets aren’t removed from wounds unless there’s a surgery. It took a little convincing from Logan’s side for you to remove the bullet the first time around. Come the second and your forcing his leg onto the table to dig out the bullet deep in his thigh.

           “It’s not my fault they appear in my hands. Almost like somebody is handing them to me.” He says.

           It’s impossible to not cringe when his body sews itself back together. It’s better to hop up and head to the fridge then to watch it happen. Grabbing one of those brands that taste, in a word, icky and bringing it back. The skin was back together by the time you sat down again.

           “Only because I don’t know where to buy morphine yet.” The beer is next to his head. A medical reason, not a reason of love.

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

Kurt Wagner:

           One of these days you will last a day without getting a heart attack. Today is not one of those days.

           “Sorry, I’m sorry!” Kurt exclaims, trying to stop you from already screaming.

           It doesn’t matter the skin tone or look of any person. Someone suddenly appearing right next to you will always be scary.

           He’s done this before, appeared right next you and being surprised by your reaction.

           “It’s fine,” you say holding his shoulders as though he was the one who had been screaming. “Just, back up a few steps next time.” It’s a condition he always forgets and is never important enough to fuss about.

           He smiles in that “I’m sorry” way and takes your hand.

           It’s only a heart beat until Peter is at the door frame. Kurt still holding your hand like an elementary school couple. Peter’s arms were crossed and was tsk-ing at the entire scene in front of him.

           “Who taught you guys how to sneak in?” He asks.

[poppyknitt]

Payback, part two- A Darkness and Desperation tale

Summary: JJ is still in and out of the hospital for the injuries he received back in the fall of the previous year, and since it’s now Boy Scouting season, Marvin plans to enact his revenge as soon as the bullies are separated from everyone else.

TWs: GORE, VIOLENCE, YANDERE, BLOOD, KNIFE

———

Marvin clutched his knife tightly in hand, his teeth gritted and eyes narrowed as he waited for the scout master of the troop those damned brats were in to leave the troop alone for a bit. He knew where the boy scout camp was, since Jack used to be one as well, so getting there wasn’t an issue.

The leaves swirled in the trees and bushes, making hypnotic patterns, as though trying to draw in anyone who watched so their commander, hidden away somewhere in the sky, could devour them alive without being seen.

He knew that, when they saw him, the boys would probably underestimate him greatly. They’d gotten into fights before, and he usually lost, likely because of how skinny he was. However, what they didn’t know, was that Marvin had been practicing something new, ever since he first found out about their treatment of his baby brother. Something... they didn’t believe in.

Finally, at long last, the final remaining adult had left, and he could get to work. His hand twitched absently for a moment, but he didn’t seem to notice. He rehearsed the spells he’d practiced and prepared heavily for this day one last time in his head, and stepped out into the open.

Barrier. Sound entrapment. Illusion. Cloaking. Paralysis.

Those were the spells he’d learned. Those were the spells he’d need. He had to go to the darkest sides of town just to get the necessary books for some, because most who sold and used books on magic spells avoided dark magic at all costs. Not him, though. Dark magic was the only magic that could help him here. Who cares if it corrupts him? He’d already been plotting to brutally slaughter eight of the nine kids there in cold blood, and leave one alive, but with horrible, horrible mental traumas for eleven months. Not to mention that he had another spell in the back of his mind that would ensure that no one ever believed the poor kid when he screamed and cried, begging them to convict Marvin Peter Reid, the true killer, no matter how hard or how much he begged. He doubted he could get any worse.

“Well, well, well! Look who it is, boys! It’s little baby Marvvy Petes!” Charley Sanders, the one who brought the bat, taunted, grinning evilly at him. He smiled back, and delighted mentally as Charley was visibly confused by his reaction.

“Hello, darlings...” His voice was light, but laced with a faint, toxic bitterness and hatred.

”What do you want, you moron?” Samuel Thompson, the kid who used steel-toed boots on Jamie, scowled, looking supremely pissed.

“I’m only here to play a little game with you boys! Nothing too serious~! After all, you really seem to like it when people get hurt, right?” His voice was chillingly sweet, as if he were trying to comfort a two-week old kitten that had been crying in despair for the past hour.

”What the hell are you talking about, creep?” Luke Wells, the one who used the textbook, looked both scared and annoyed. Marvin’s head jerked a small bit, and his grin widened.

”I’m talking about my little brother. Jameson. You boys sure took a lot out of him back in August, when you beat him so hard he nearly died!” He still sounded kind. Too kind. Several of the lessers in the group were starting to look scared already.

“D-Died-?!” Thomas Kendall, one of the ones who liked to watch and laugh as the others kicked and beat the shit out of 5 year olds, whimpered.

Charley interrupted him, “Shut up, Tommy. I wanna hear him out. Little kitty boy’s actually got my attention for once.”

“A wise choice, Charley-Darling~” His grin turned sour and twisted as he spoke. “I’m going to play a little game with you boys... A game I like to call... Hide and Go Reap.”

“... What...’s the goal..?” Sammy asked.

“For you? Hide, and hope you don’t get found. For me? Well... I get to murder whoever I find.”

The boys all went quiet for a moment, all nine of them looking somewhere between screaming and pissing their pants, until Charley finally spoke, clearly trying to sound brave. “Oh yeah? A-And what if we don’t play, or r-run off?!”

“Then I will hunt you down, and torture you so much, you die a slow, horrible, and painful death.”

Charley froze. He honestly looked like he was going to piss himself, and it was taking most of whatever resilience Marvin had to not start laughing maniacally at the stupid look on that idiot brat’s face.

“You have sixty seconds to hide. Choose your places wisely~!” He sung, and cast the Sound entrapment, barrier, illusion, and cloaking spells, much to the absolute terror of the bullies.

”Where’d he go?!” Luke yelped. Charley said something under his breath to Luke, and yanked him away, as all the boys scattered. Marvin grinned sadistically, standing in place for a full minute, as he’d promised.

When time was up, he yelled to them, “Time’s up, boys~! Be ready to die!” in a much too cheery manner, and skipped off in a random direction. He knew they couldn’t have gone anywhere or run off; he’d put the barrier in a circular shape, with about a 125-meter radius all around. They couldn’t see it, nor could they escape. If any of them tried, he would immediately know.

Sure enough, one of the boys was trying to get out. He could hear him crying and yelling in hopeless terror to be let out. He skipped to the source, and, smiling wickedly, revealed himself again.

”Georgieeee~ It’s time to play~” He sang, his voice unnaturally high pitched and bone-chillingly melodious, as his head tilted over to the side. George Edison, the kid in question, turned around and sobbed hysterically at him, begging him to spare him, saying that he didn’t do anything to his little brother. Marvin already knew that, though.

He used another kind of illusion spell, this time using one that would force the others to watch as he killed their friends one by one, and tackled the smaller boy, stabbing him a numerous number of times in the chest once it was done, watching as the blood sprayed and seeped out of the 7-year-old’s wounds with glee. Some of the fresh, warm blood spattered onto his clothes, and he didn’t even flinch back from it. He could hear another kid distantly shriek Georgie’s name out, which he assumed was Micheal Jay, given the pitch. He grinned sadistically, knowing at least one of the boys was going to break eventually.

He continued on his way, a twisted grin painted on his face as he searched the circle for his next victim, his newfound total enjoyment of murdering another person driving his mind further and further to entirely merciless relentlessness. After a few moments, he found Kaden Foster cowering in a bush like he actually thought it would protect him. Once he spotted him, though, Kaden bolted, screaming and crying for help. Unbeknownst to him, however, this only delighted Marvin, and he gave chase, laughing in total derangement as he gained on the terrified 9-year-old. He tackled once again, stabbing the kid twice as much as he’d done to the youngest of the group, and making each one hurt more than the previous. Kaden’s shrieks and screams of pain and terror brought absolute joy to him, the adrenaline of the two consecutive, chaotic murders rushing through him and making him more and more deranged as he laughed maniacally as though he had heard the funniest joke ever after having never heard even a single funny thing for his entire life. He continued stabbing until every movement and sign of life had faded from the kid’s body, not even feeling a single drop of remorse or disgust for what he’d done or for the bloody mess he’d caused. The faint smell of iron was already rising from the blood he’d spilled, but he didn’t care. The only reaction it got was a small twitch of the head, but once more, it went unnoticed by him.

He imagined some of the boys would be crying by now, as he watched the blood pooling around and on top of his now dead, and horribly mutilated victim. It seemed that, with each minute that passed, his grin got more and more twisted, more and more disturbed.

He got up, and left the scene, unsure who he’d find next. He didn’t care, though; he just wanted to kill all of them but whoever he found last. After all, what better way to ruin a person than to force them to watch you mercilessly slaughtering all 8 of their friends in brutal ways, and then leave them alive with the knowledge that this never would’ve happened had they decided to be a good person?

He heard Connor sobbing in the distance, and grinned more, picking up the pace, and following the sounds. Connor screamed for Micheal to run, and the older boy got up, not even hesitating for a moment to disappear into the foliage. Connor jumped out of the tree, shaking heavily as he gripped a slightly sharpened stick as though his life depended on it never leaving his hands. Marvin paused, and laughed at him.

”Aw, how adorable! You really think you can hurt me with a measly ol’ stick?” He taunted sweetly, a deranged look on his face. Connor was still trembling, terror written all over his face. The poor boy was having trouble breathing, too, probably because of his asthma. He’d be merciful on this one. Besides, it wasn’t like Connor was worth the effort; he probably was never destined for success anyways.

He disappeared with the cloaking spell, and climbed into the treetops, purposefully rustling the leaves around him to give the kid a bit of extreme paranoia in his last moments. He stopped making noise at random intervals and circling, now silently heading to a place he could drop down behind the kid and catch him off guard.

He undid the cloaking spell, and not a single second passed before his knife was skidding through the back of his prey, as Connor let out a scream of pain. The older boy collided with the ground, palpitating forward a foot or so, as a faint trail of blood followed him. He hoisted himself a few inches from the ground with one hand, coughing up a few drops of the thick, glistening, red juice of life that kept him going, and then turned his head and body to better look at his attacker, eyes glittering in terror. The sadistic joy from before returned to Marvin’s twisted grin, like a loyal dog returning to its owner. Oh, this was so fun! He should do it again some time...

Connor whimpered fearfully, probably thinking he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Marvin did initially plan it, however... He had remembered something that one of the bookkeepers told him about magic- “If you find yourself able to use the magic, you may want to explore with finding out more about your abilities. In my experience, most true magicians have their own special abilities.” He grinned to himself at the thought, already knowing full well what his was.

He raised his empty hand, delighting as Connor recoiled a little in fear, confusion mixing in with all the other apprehensive emotions littering his expression. Purple, glowing strings spun and twirled around the tips of his fingers for a moment, before settling so that he could control them.

“I’ve decided to give you a purpose, sweetie... After all, no one else believes in you, right? So, who better to prove them wrong than little old me~?” He trilled, his grin softening to a cruelly sweet smile. He walked to the boy, and knelt down in front of him. The strings seemed to disappear, as he cupped his hand around Connor’s chin, and took control of part of his mind. “... From now on, you’re going to work as my puppet, and my puppet alone... Or else.”

Connor’s expression went blank, and, after he healed his new toy, he helped him up, still smiling. He gave him a knife, and winked at him, whispering the name of who he wanted him to kill into his ear.

Marvin lead the way, somewhat dragging Connor by the wrist, as they searched for MJ. His twisted grin returned, as he thought about all the ways Connor might kill his friend. Ooh, but what a twist that would be! He could barely begin to imagine how horrified that would leave the others... Especially because MJ was supposedly Connor’s best friend.

They found Micheal standing in front of the barrier, probably confused and definitely feeling hopeless. Marvin’s grin became even more twisted, as he beckoned his new pet forwards. Connor’s eyes were dark and empty, showing that even if he was even slightly autonomous, he likely wasn’t in control of his actions just yet.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you, MJ?” He asked, his eyes empty, and smile filled with twisted joy. Micheal turned around, his eyes wide as they flicked between Connor and Marvin for a second, only resting on Connor as he calmed himself enough to process what was happening.

”...C-...Connor? Connie, bro, c-can you hear me..?”

“Sorry, Mikey~. He doesn’t answer to you anymore, sweets~” The strings around Connor’s limbs and neck revealed themselves briefly as he spoke. Panic set in all over MJ’s face, as he stumbled over his words.

“Y-You- Wha-What-? H-How did-?! W-Wh-What di-did you d-do to him, y-y-you freak?!”

Marvin paused, his smile fading for a second at the insult, and then returning as an even more twisted grin, “How rude! Didn’t your mama ever teach you any manners, dearie~?”

“D-Don’t-! S-Stop calling me by those st-stupid pet names!” Micheal was hyperventilating anxiously, which amused the aspiring magician to no measurable extent.

”Hm.” His grin fell a small bit, and he gestured for Connor to start, “As you wish, Micheal~”

“W-Wh’did you-?! W-W-What was that-?!” Micheal started, but Connor attacked him mid-sentence, much to his despair and horror. Marvin grinned sadistically as he watched Connor throw attack after attack at his ‘best friend’, who was trying his hardest to dodge as many attacks as he could.

I suppose I... Ought to help... He thought, still grinning. He waited a few moments, until MJ’s back was to him, and then grabbed him from behind, yanking him down to his level and driving his knife into the bully’s shoulder and tearing it back out, delighting in the screams of pain that resulted.

MJ stumbled away from them, clutching his limp, nearly severed shoulder in his hand. His eyes were glimmering with tears of either pain or fear, as he continued to try and back away from the approaching duo out for his blood. Connor was the first to attack once again, running at MJ and attempting to cut a diagonal slash wound into his chest, but barely skimming the other’s arm as he jumped back. Marvin followed up from the other side, stabbing into his gut with a big grin on his face as he made eye contact, relishing in the pure terror that covered the older kid’s face.

MJ fell to the ground, still hyperventilating, though, his breathing was more desperate and broken now that he was losing too much blood. Marvin’s face was almost entirely blank, aside from the huge, psychotic grin that had been plastered on it since he joined in, as he and his puppet loomed above the slowly dying kid. He raised his free hand a little, and Connor stepped on his lifelong best friend’s chest, pinning him down, slit his throat, and let him go. MJ started choking on his own blood, eyes wide and face draining of color as the blood rushed out of his veins and arteries, spilling into his throat, windpipe, and onto his neck and chest. He started coughing and gasping for breath, tears spilling down his face and mixing with the blood as they spilled onto his throat, only quickening the suffocation. Marvin made sure Connor didn’t have to hear his friend suffocating, knowing he would only be traumatized by the memory of the sound once his mind regained a little awareness of what happened.

Once MJ was dead, Marvin stepped lazily over his limp, broken, blood-bathed corpse, and dragged Connor along as they went to look for one of the others. Connor stumbled over the other kid’s body, but Marvin didn’t care to stop. He had things to do, and brats to kill.

Thomas Kendall and Jordan Smith were quick kills, and thankfully close enough to each other that Marvin and Connor could split up the task of killing them. Marvin wound up playing a fun game of chase with Tommy, obviously winning in the end by stabbing into the skull of his victim after taking his sweet-ass time to torture him. The kid’s body was nearly unrecognizable by the time he decided he was done with him, though, he left the face mostly alone, so his family could properly identify their son when they found his cold, dead body discarded uselessly on the forest floor. Marvin let Connor stay wherever for the last three kills, wanting to kill the ones who hurt his brother the most that day with his own hands.

Sammy was an easy find, having wound up standing alone and confused in a clearing, his back turned to Marvin and vulnerable to any attacks. He ran at the taller kid from behind, his target only managing to turn around and look before he gutted him viciously. He landed on top of Sammy, once again finding himself mutilating his body, but this time, he used his magic to keep Sammy alive until the very end, so he would feel any and every stab, regardless of how much blood he lost. Once he was done, and a fresh, deep crimson color stained his clothes almost unrecognizably, he stood up, and left, searching for his final two victims.

He found them together, when he heard Charley scream “no” from somewhere beyond a cluster of bushes and trees, and looked past them to see the two huddled against each other. His grin grew, as he walked through the plant life, and stood before them, knife still held in his hand. Charley began sobbing hysterically, clearly having a panic attack, and Marvin had another idea.

PTSD. He knew he could leave Charley alive, and have him eternally stuck living with crippling fears of human contact and other things he would associate with this day. That would be much, much worse on him than anything else he could possibly do to the boy. He made a small, unnoticeable gesture with his hand, and Connor walked through some other bushes. He looked at his puppet, and ever so slightly tilted his head to tell him to hold Charley back while he murdered Luke.

Connor did as commanded, and Marvin walked towards Luke, as the boy scrambled back, hit a tree, and began to cry as well. Marvin kicked him in the gut, and then pulled him up by his shirt, briefly narrowing his eyes at the kid, and then throwing him into a tree that was a few meters away. Charley screamed hysterically for him to stop as he violently stabbed, beat, and occasionally slammed his friend into things, but it was no use. Within a few minutes, the entire back of Luke’s head and almost his whole face were drenched in his blood, as well as the tree and his clothes. Marvin‘s grin became a bit less psychotic and a bit more normal, as he was proud of himself for the good job he’d done on punishing all of the boys who tormented his brother.

He turned to Charley, and walked to him, as Connor released the older kid. He gave the boy a sweet, sickeningly sympathetic look, the insanity still lacing the edges of his expression. Charley started begging him not to kill him, which only made his smile grow more twisted. “Aw, don’t worry, Charley-Darling~! I’m not going to kill you! After all, you’ve won! You’re the last one I found! So, as your reward, you get to live!” He paused, “However... You will be the only one who knows that I did this. I will make sure that, should you ever try to tell even a single soul that it was me, they will never, ever believe you, no matter how solid or fool-proof your evidence is. So, don’t even try it, because it’s not gonna work.”

Charley nodded desperately, and Marvin smiled triumphantly. “Come on, Connor, sweetheart, let’s go clean ourselves up and blow this joint! I’m excited to bring you home! But remember, you gotta act spooked, okay? That Charley kid’ll probably be off to tattle as soon as the barrier goes down, so if you’re acting unfazed by it, they might think you did it!”

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Marvin watched the news, subtly delighting in the fact that for the past few days, all anyone could talk about was the murders of those seven boys, and the mental states of the two survivors. He’d let Connor resume autonomy, but made sure he knew that if Marvin detected him even thinking about telling someone, he would snatch it away quicker than you could say “Psychopath”. Charley had gone almost catatonic, and had to be pulled out of boy scouts for extensive therapies that just weren’t working anymore. Most likely, he would never be back in the public school system again, because of his severe traumas involving that fateful day preventing him from setting foot outside his home without having a severe panic attack within the next five minutes.

Charley had been constantly begging everyone to believe him as he sobbed and cried that Marvin was the killer, but as he’d promised, no one believed him, even with all the evidence presented against him in comparison to the slim amount of evidence for him. So far, Jamie hadn’t seen the news, so thankfully, he wouldn’t have to lie to him just yet.

He heard a knock at the door, and smiled to himself, as he knew who it was. He got up, playfully skipping to the door, and opening it.

“Aw, hiya, Connor~! I knew you’d come today!” He sung happily, a subtle, twisted glint sneaking its way into his eyes as he spoke to his new toy.

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Congratulations, now everyone has as much about Marv to fear as I do. Please, join my suffering, because I’m terrified of my son, just like you should be.

not tagging anyone because this shit is highkey fucked up so i don’t wanna spoop my normal taglist peeps

[murcciervo]

Klance SNOWY DAY

I told you I was going to write this! I just didn’t give you all the fair warning this would be so cavity inducing and sweet it hurts. ENJOY

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"I don't know if this is such a good idea guys." Hunk fidgets from side to side, pulling on the ends of one of his gloved hands. "That hill looks really steep and I don't know about you guys but I don't want to end up in the hospital!"

Lance snorts, setting up the snow sled saucer on the top of the hill and stares down the open street before him, grinning. "Hunk my man, calm down. The streets were closed down due to the icy roads. We'll be fine." Lance assures as he prepares himself.

"Yeah, uh, no. What if someone didn't get that alert and then a huge semi is driving down the street and you get ran over by all like what, TWENTY TIRES… Lance! I do NOT want to be killed by your family!" Hunk looks around as Pidge sets up her phone, ready to capture the great shot of either Lance falling on his ass off the sled or shooting into the sky from a bump. Either way, she was ready for this, adjusting her glasses as Hunk continued to shout his disapproval of their game.

"Hunk, chill dude! Everything will be fine!" Lance shouts over Hunk's voice as he steadies himself over the sled.

"Lance! Seriously! I do not want your sisters coming after--" And before Hunk could even finish his sentence, Lance ran off the edge of the slippery sloped street and crammed into the small sled, happily screaming down the hill with a "Whooo!".

"Oh no! He's gonna die Pidge! Lance is gonna die and then we're gonna die because his family is going to kill us for letting Lance be an idiot and I can’t die so young Pidge! I can't!" Hunk rushed out as he tried his best, but completely failed, not slipping down the street as he followed after his friend. "I can't die and not have asked Shay ou--ah!"

"This! Is! Awesome!" Echoed down the icy street as Lance's sled caught up in speed, the snow loosing it's fluffy, puffed image to a more slippery and possibly dangerous sleeked ice. This was exactly what he needed. To be out here with his friends, finally enjoying himself after that horrible break up. He had forgotten how much fun it was not to worry about for getting yelled out just to hang out with friends.

Nothing could make this day go wrong, except for that unsuspecting poor asshole getting in Lance's slays direct line of contact. "Oh SHIT!"

Keith loved the snow, loved how you had to bundle up with layers, upon layers of warm clothing and scarfs. Especially the scarfs, did Keith mention the scarfs? And having an actual legit excuse to go outside in the snow, like the fact that "Takashi! You literally only have RAMEN in your house! You have no right to worry about my well-being! This is the most bachelors of bachelor's home I have seen!"

So, bags in hands and a full week worth of groceries, Keith and Shiro walked side by side… well more like Shiro six steps ahead of him because he did not appreciate the beauty that was winter as Keith did, as they made their way home to cook dinner.

"I would have never taken you as the chef type, to be honest, Keith." Shiro hummed, shivering as he tried to warm up.

Keith gave him a noise of acknowledgement. "It comes with living by yourself for a while and then having useless boyfriends."

Shiro nodded. "Never thought that would prove as a qualifying learning experience in your life."

"I'm full of surprises, Shiro." Keith grinned, "You will never have a dull moment… with--" And just like that, like a flash of light-- well more like blue-- Keith now found himself in the arms, wait no, lap, the lap of a stranger. An asshole who had just quite literally swept him off his feet and down the steep slope of the main road, leaving behind a jogging Shiro with a simple "KEITH!" In the trail of rising snow behind them.

Holding on for dear life, Keith would know his voice would take a toll for how loud he was yelling, but perhaps the stranger beneath him had the worst of it all, as Keith screamed into the poor man's ear and clutched onto him for dear life.

This had been the last thing on Lance's mind, Hunk was right, he was going to get killed. Either by the current, and may he add very cute, stranger in his lap or death by ice. Lance would have taken another better look had it not been the fact that, you know, they were both about to probably die.

Lance tried his hardest to control the sled, and he's sure they both saw the impending doom that was about to overtake them both, if their escalating screams and grip on each other would say otherwise as a pile of snow came into their view. Both boys yelled to the tops of their lungs as the round sled collided with the top of the snow pile, sending both bodies on top of it into the air and towards the snow covered ground.

If Lance's mother had taught him one thing in his life, it was to always be a gentleman, and so that is exactly what he did. As they both came down, he made sure to take more of the fall as the stranger landed right on top of him as they slid down the slippery slope into a pile of soft snow.

Lance was shocked though, he would have expected that the man who fell on top of him would be far more heavier than he was, was this dude made of fucking feathers or something like serious--- "Holy shit."

Keith blinked himself out of his haze, staring down at the stranger beneath him. He didn't know if he should beat the hell out of this asshole or laugh his ass off because he was right, never a boring day in his life. But Keith did neither, instead his face flushed a light pink, why was the guy staring at him so much, feeling bashful Keith looked away.

When Lance had seen the boy fall on him he hadn't quite appreciated how beautiful this boy truly was. Now here he was, staring down at him. This fair skinned beauty with eyes far more beautiful than any starry night. Lashes as dark as the night sky and long, that fluttered against his cheeks. A splash of red against his cheeks, nose and ears, this man was adorable. And don't get Lance started on the boy's lips. This man had to be an angel because Lance had never seen anyone as beautiful as this stranger.

Reaching out to brush speck of snow off this raven haired beauties hair Lance couldn't help but let the words fall from his mouth. "Hey, the names Lance and--" Lance was ready to set forth his smoothest and suavest pick-up lines he could throw out but the moment he stared into the man's eyes, who were more like the milky way in its array of blue and purple hues he was left speechless. Swallowing a lump in his throat Lance's head went blank before blurting out "Wow." Lance let out a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. "You literally just-- you're just--" a lazy smile inching across his face, damn he was fucking gone. "God you're beautiful."

Keith froze in spot, staring down at the man underneath him, he felt his body burn up, heated under this… loving gaze of this stranger. His face reaching temperatures he never thought he could feel, especially against this cool air, as he reached to push back his hair and then "Oh…" The stranger had just called him beautiful and yeah, Keith could feel his face heating up to a ridiculous temperature so he could imagine how beat red his face looked. So out of nervousness and just giddiness, from being flirted with from such a good looking guy, Keith did what anyone else would do in his position. He started to laugh, no… he was giggling. God, if Shiro could hear him, he'd never hear the end of it.

Lance would swear to you, that at that moment he heard angels singing when this stranger began to laugh. God… how could one person be so freaking pretty? "Uh-" Lance smiled, starting to laugh himself before they both broke into a fit of laughter.

After a few moments of uncontrolled laughter, Keith sat himself up, slipping away from this Lance underneath him, before giving him a shy smile as he stood to his feet. "Keith. My names Keith and I have to say that you're the worst driver." He motioned towards the sled a few feet away from them.

Lance took the hand with glee, standing up and dusting himself off as he gave Keith a shrug. "I'm not that bad… I can drive pretty well usually, just not on ice." He smirked, still holding onto Keith's hand he took a step closer. "You look cold, let me buy you a hot chocolate for almost killing you?"

Keith giggled again, smiling up at Lance, he was taller than him. He really liked that. Looking around at the snow Keith leaned in a little closer, relishing in the heat radiating from their bodies being so close together. "So long as you're not driving in that sled again, I would like that."

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HA HA I am trash who doesn't know how to write. I gave up towards the end because my head stopped thinking about KLANCE and starting demanding me to listen to my STOMACH who demanded a sacrificial sandwich. SO enjoy my crappy little fluff

[alphabees-writes]

Glee - S1 E2 (Showmance)

Mama Mia, here I go again!

Please don’t tell me this GROWN MAN had his license plate changed to “GLEE” to reflect the high school club he runs. PLEASE.

Rachel brings a whole-ass SUITCASE to school? I know she’s extra by nature but PLEASE.

Finn just Doesn’t Know What Things Are! I adore him. 

You’re really just going to walk by Kurt hanging out by the dumpster with a bunch of dudes who harass him in the hallways? AGAIN? Nice one.

“One day, you will all work for me” I doubt these guys are going to be working up the ranks at Vogue.com, Kurt, but I rate the energy.

Emma you’re better than this dude. Run. Run as fast as your hollow bird pelvis will let you.

SANTANA’S FIRST LINE!!! You’re right, they should get a room. 

For all the creepy obsessing Will’s done so far over the glee kids, you’d think HE would be the one to notice how they don’t have enough members to qualify

Sue points out a bunch of special ed classes, and yet I’m pretty sure she says McKinley has no real support available for special needs students later on? They must be whack classes

These people are really acting like all Will does is coach the glee kids even though he’s literally a Spanish teacher

Early Quinn may be incredibly mean, but like, I’d say thanks if she killed me 

Rachel really has a whole spare outfit ready to change in to post-slushying? I guess that makes sense if it happens that regularly

Cory Monteith REALLY couldn’t dance and we love him for it

Disco didn’t suck until Mr Schue got his grubby little mitts on it

I almost forgot about Kurt’s selection of hats. What is this one? A fez? It’s fez shaped

Why is Kurt so sure they’ll throw fruit specifically? Is that McKinley asshole custom?

Terri’s actress, once again nailing the act of making me want to throttle her

Kendra also nails that.

A “used” house oh my god

THIS ARGUMENT BETWEEN KURT AND MERCEDES IS GOLDEN. “You need to call me before you dress yourself. You loo like a technicolor zebra.” They REALLY match. God I hope they ad-libbed that.

It’s the first rap of the show, folks. 

I hate Mr Schue doing Kanye, I really do, but imagine Finn doing it instead like he planned. Better? Worse? I can’t even tell anymore. 

The LOOK Kurt gives Mercedes when she starts belting out the Jamie Foxx part... Don’t be jealous hon you’ll get your bars. For real though his face is hilarious, he looks like he’s worried she’s about to burst a blood vessel with all that TALENT

Sign #5 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Get your hands OFF of Kurt Will Schuester he doesn’t want to dance! Tbh though I love season 1 Kurt during the group numbers because he just always looks SO done.

Mr Schue’s also wearing a T-shirt that says “DITCH PLANS” on it. Please DITCH the state instead?

KEVIN MCHALE IS THE UNSUNG VOCAL HERO OF THIS WHOLE SHOW AND I WILL NEVER LET ANYBODY FORGET IT

Watching them all sing in a goofy, candid way is honestly healing. 

KURT’S DOING THE SINGLE LADIES RING-HAND MOVE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS BOY REALLY LOVES HIS BEY. Me too Kurt me too

They straight up gave Rachel no gag reflex and had her guidance counsellor make a joke about it? Ok RIB

“Have you ever liked somebody so much you just want to lock yourself in your room, turn on sad music and cry?” Same girl, same

AAAaaaAAALllLlLLLLLlll BYYYYY MYYY SEEEEeeeEEEEEEEELFFFF.........bY mYsEeElF i’M bY mYsElF

Ok I like Emma but she sometimes kinda sucks at her job

“He doesn’t even notice me” Rachel, hon, he’s probably already warned his neighbours about you

“Gay parents encourage rebellion” PICK A SIDE, SUE! I really can’t keep up with the convenient flip-flopping of her bigotry. And with Jean, you’d think she’d go off on Rachel for calling people “chromosonally-challenged”

Finn, of course you know who Justin Timberlake is... That’s Mr Schue’s hotter, less evil twin!

I love how they have to label Robin Thicke on the poster - you know, because of how awful and irrelevant he was even then?

Half the janitors are just gone. How has this school not been closed down already?

Sign #6 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: Mr Schue: I want to build a club where people can express themselves musically Literally every single member: Hello Mr Schue, I’m here to express how much I dislike the music you’re making us perform. Mr Schue: Never talk to me or my fake-unborn-son ever again

Humble, modest Finn going d’aww shucks and telling Rachel to stop complimenting him is adorable. I love him!!!

How could I forget the celibacy club... I almost feel bad for Quinn, he’ like the only person there who genuinely cares about being celibate. I don’t buy that anybody’s convinced that Puck’s a virgin...

The fact that Finn thought joining the celibacy club would get him laid is just... Yeah. It suits him. 

Jacob Ben Israel you will die by my hand you slimy, unforgivable bastard. NOBODY IS OBLIGATED TO GET YOUR DINGER WET, SCUMBAG! Short skirts are not an entitlement!!!

I still don’t know what Puck means when he says “Those skirts are crunchy toast” and I don’t think I want to know.

OH GOD T H E M A I L M A N . . .

Finn Hudson has canonically nearly killed a man and I don’t think anybody talks about that enough.

I beg all of you to look up this scene and listen to the way Finn goes “Ahahaha... Driving’s fun...” Like it just brings me so much joy. What a doofus. 

Carole’s first instinct is to yell “OH MY GOD YOU’VE KILLED HIM WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!” Calm down queen he’s gon be fine

Quinn really hates contraception, huh!

I know your wife is a shit, Mr Schue, but it’s fucking reprehensible to lead on another woman. It’s clearly intentional at this point I’m sorry, you don’t put chalk dust on somebody’s nose like that platonically!

Rachel: We’re going to give them what they want! Kurt: Blood? God I love him

I do love the running gag of Figgins wildly overestimating the excitement for the assemblies tbh

This school doesn’t have working toilets but, hey, on the bright side, all you have to do to get expelled is shit yourself!

“Yay, Glee! Glee kids hooray!” Emma just warms my cockles

Will referring to the glee club and saying “We’re on our way back” like no, old man, you’re not getting clout for this. Then again, neither are any of the students until they’ve graduated...

AHH, PUSH IT! KURT’S HIPS. LOOK AT THEM GO. HE’S SO INTO IT.

I WANT THE FACE SUE MAKES WHEN SHE SEES FIGGINS TAPPING HIS FOOT TATTOOED ON MY HEART

Finn’s face as he gets ready to start his part... He’s so nervous. Bless him...

THE PERFECT TIMING OF KURT SLAPPING HIS ASS. And then the zoom on that fucking fanny pack going crazy this scene is so fucking iconic. That fanny pack has been burned into my retinas forever. 

AND THE WAY HE WOBBLES HIS HEAD AROUND AS HE STEPS BACK. KURT! FUCKING! HUMMEL!

Oh god, now he’s crawling across the floor to Mercedes. I can’t tear my eyes away he’s GOING for it!

They really had Finn and Rachel go that hard? Honestly up until that point, the routine isn’t too overtly sexual, but now I understand why they get in trouble 

I DON’T GET HOW THEY’RE STILL LOOKED DOWN ON AFTER THIS PERFORMANCE! Nearly everybody applauds! RIB just had to have that cake and eat it too. 

I demand Will’s resignation too, Sue

Ah, the approved songs list... That they will proceed to ignore for the rest of the season post the Unholy Trinity’s audition

Sign #7 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He has NO PLACE to be mad at Rachel here. You didn’t listen to any of your students, you wouldn’t compromise, and now they’re going on a sex riot. You did this!

Ken Tanaka you cannot undermine a woman’s self esteem and convince her to settle for you as a second choice, and then complain about feeling like a second choice... WHY do they ever act like he’s a victim here?!

Finn saw that whole-ass picnic set up and didn’t think to ask about it? King. I love one (1) himbo. The way he says “You’re cool, Rachel” just fucks me up every time...

She pours him the TINIEST drink in the world? Girl the cups not even a tenth full and he’s a big boy...

The real OTP is Finn x Airplane Cups

Why does Rachel lie down for the kiss... Is it solely so Finn can have his little overflow at the mayo factory or???

THE MAILMAN SCENE HAPPENS EVERY TIME HE KA-BLAMOS OH MY GOD HOW DID I FORGET...

Look, Rachel, I get that it sucks that he ran away, but he literally has a girlfriend? You couldn’t have expected things to go that well...

THE UNHOLY TRINITY FORMS... I’M QUAKING

Throwback to how blatantly obvious it was that Santana and Quinn weren’t singing at all. How did they think they’d get away with that...

Brittany’s original sideswept bangs? Ugh. Giving me LIFE.

Dianna’s voice turned me gay. I’m genuinely convinced my sexuality is Quinn Fabray’s fault and I’m not even mad?

By this point we know next to nothing about Santana’s character, but the second Sue suggests sabotage, her face fucking lights up. She’s living for it already 10/10

Will you can’t make Emma tag along to all your janitorial shifts I’m sorry. It’s just that you’re married. And a jackass. 

I know Rachel went behind his back, but there’s no real reason to give Quinn the Don’t Stop Believing solo? She’s talented and incredible and I love her, sure, but it doesn’t suit her voice at all my guy, if you didn’t have biscuits for ears you’d know that...

Is this the only instance where Will takes actual responsibility for the glee club’s actions rather than blaming it all on the kids? Wow... A rare gem.

The way he says “I should never have pushed disco so hard...” All serious like... Get a fucking grip

I can believe that Rachel’s neighbours would sue her for singing all the god damn time

Rachel singing “Take A Bow” is more fitting than I realised. At first I was like, “that’s dumb, Finn doesn’t really realise what he did anyway” but it fits her character to use a song and spin it so she feels empowered by it in the end. Or at least, tries to feel that way.

So there’s episode 2! What a hot mess. We love our hot mess.