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[binca21]

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[redheadgleekfic]

these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 1

Title: these inconvenient fireworks Fandom: glee Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3. Tumblr. Warnings: None apply. Rating: Mature to explicit. Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning. Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.

Written for the @fandomtrumpshate charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project.

Summary: After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to fake-date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

Read the first chapter on AO3, the completed (but censored) fic on FF.net, or click below to continue reading on tumblr.

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Chapter 1

Kurt stalls at the closed door, his hand on the handle, and closes his eyes, listening to the cacophony of the crowd beyond. The cheers had started up in earnest when Harmony had exited just a few minutes before and he basks in the familiar noise, poised to join in.

It’s his last night, the last night that he will get to experience the mixture of lingering adrenaline and utter exhaustion after baring his soul to a rapt audience. He had been a nobody just a couple of years ago — making do as a chorus member and a couple of secondary roles in off-off Broadway shows to pay his rent — when he got his big break in the Broadway revival of The Boy From Oz as Peter Allen. The crowds that lingered at the stage door those early days had been much smaller, but Kurt cherishes the memory of their enthusiasm in his performance and their eagerness in getting his signature on the playbill that displayed his face. He’ll never forget the moment when he stepped out of the subway tunnel in Times Square to be greeted by his laughing face from fifty feet above. More than ten years after escaping Lima and pounding pavement with more rejections than successes, he had made it. Following in the shoes of Hugh Jackman had been intimidating, especially as an unknown actor but, slowly, word about the play trickled out as he channeled Peter’s frustration and growing awareness. The reviews had been glowing, and his surprise win of Leading Actor in a Musical Revival at the Tonys caused a surge in attendance and the number of people lingering at the stage door increased dramatically after that. Kurt now spent nearly an hour each night after the play signing autographs and posing for pictures with fans who clamored for his attention.

Tonight, it comes to an end. The show is closing after an impressive twenty month run and in two weeks time, rehearsals for The Greatest Showman will start: a microcosm of the circle of life as experienced on the Great White Way. Already, the stagehands have started striking the stage, tearing down what has been home for the last two years. Kurt lingered at the end of the stage after the final curtain call, trying to capture all of the senses and memories of this place before it disappeared. He’ll come back tomorrow to clean out his dressing room, but by then, the set will already be gone. Theater doesn’t allow for dithering in one’s nostalgia.

So Kurt centers himself in this moment, breathing in the familiar sights and smells, and then pushes open the door. The cheers and applause are deafening in the warm summer air—loud and overwhelming and just for him. He doesn’t stop the grin that spreads across his face, overwhelmed with emotion, as he holds his hand up for silence. The noise slowly dies down before he projects his voice and addresses the crowd.

“Thanks so much for coming here tonight and supporting my fellow cast and crew who have worked so hard over the last several months bringing this show to life. And thank you, so much, for your support of me. Whether tonight was your first night attending the theater, in which case, I hope I made your first time good—” he winks and swivels his pelvis—a move he has perfected over the last several months of gyrating in tight pants “—or your 100th, in all seriousness and from the bottom of my heart: your love and support has been my motivation. It has meant so much to me to bring Peter alive for you every night. Thank you.”

He presses his hand to his heart, before raising it again. “As you know, it’s our last night. So I hope you ask for a massive sum of money when you put this playbill for sale on eBay.” He winks again and steps forward to those fans straining against the barrier, his bodyguard at his side, a looming shape that quails any threats.

The signing goes quickly—his signature has become a barely decipherable scrawl. He pauses for a few selfies, particularly for the young boys who remind him of himself as a bullied teenager longing for an escape.

“Kurt! Kurt! Over here! Kurt!” He has come to recognize the voices of his more… fervent fans and he suppresses a tiny sigh before grabbing the man’s playbill. Chandler’s been to the play (or at least the stage door line) nearly every night. At first, Kurt had been intensely flattered by the adoration — hearing that he was better than Hugh Jackman never hurts the ego — and he had nearly slipped him his phone number one particularly lonely winter night before his logical brain had wrested back control. The novelty has worn off over the last few months, but he keeps his smile firmly in place. “Hi, hi, thanks for coming.”

“I couldn’t miss your last day!” Chandler chirps. “I brought something for you.” Chandler thrusts him a picture frame containing a photo collage of his playbill photo, surrounded by gold stars and pics of him on stage sliding across the floor in those cursed gold pants, another of him accepting his award on Tonys night and another—Kurt squints.

“Is that me in my cheerleading costume?”

“Yep!” Chandler confirms with a bounce. “YouTube has all of these treasures from your younger years.”

“That’s, uh, great.”

Kurt hands it over to Bruce who examines it grimly, always on the lookout for the bomb threat, Kurt supposes. “Thanks, it’s lovely.” He hands back the signed playbill.

Chandler keeps his arm out. “Will you make it out to me? Just for tonight?”

“Er, sure.”

“It’s C-H-A-N-D-L-E-R.” He spells out his name as he does every night. Kurt suppresses his eye roll. “I’m graduating in a couple of months from NYADA myself and you’ve been such an inspiration, I can’t even tell you. Maybe one day, we’ll be in a musical together. Can you just imagine?” He giggles as he clutches his now signed playbill to him.

“That would be nice,” Kurt replies politely. “Good luck, it’s a tough world out there.”

“I know! But if you made it, there’s hope for us all. Oh, and—” Bruce starts nudging Chandler further back "—look behind the frame. You can call me anytime, really, I—”

Kurt gives a relieved wave and turns back to the thinning group. “Hi! Thanks so much for coming tonight!”

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“Kurt, might I steal you away from your dashing companion for a moment? There’s someone that I’m dying for you to meet.”

Kurt smiles apologetically at Adam, as June Dolloway tucks her hand under his elbow and drags him away. It’s just as well. Adam Crawford starred as one of the play’s secondary characters and Kurt has had a bit of a crush on his stage romance, as he was a sucker for a British accent. Alas, they shared little in common besides a fondness for British comedies and Adam was unfortunately dull as bricks in a one-on-one conversation. But the wee morning hours and the celebratory champagne freely flowing at the after party has Kurt forgetting why a hookup with a colleague—a gorgeous and interested colleague—would be a bad idea. June’s interruption saves him the awkwardness of morning apologies.

He gives Adam one last glance and turns his attention back to his benefactress. “Whom shall I charm tonight?”

Having June Dolloway, one of New York City theater scene’s most important and visible socialites, as his benefactor has definitely had its perks and challenges. During his sophomore year at NYADA, he had been selected to perform a musical number for her. His chosen song, “As If We Never Said Goodbye,” from Sunset Boulevard highlighted his strength of belting high notes most tenors couldn’t reach. June had been impressed and Kurt had become her pet project. It was through June’s influence that Kurt had gotten his first role on the stage. They had clashed multiple times over the years over differences in opinion. While Kurt was grateful for her support, he refused to be beholden to her. She had faded from his life when he had struggled to get auditions, unhappy that he had not been the success story that she had molded him for, but, since winning the Tony, she had slipped back into his life. He doesn’t blame her for her hot-cold attention—she has made her career investing in young performers who will bring in millions in name recognition and she doesn’t have the patience to devote time to ones who aren’t worth the investment.

Still. It’s his after party and he’s a little muffled at the expectation to shmooze on his night of glory. But one does not easily deny June when she comes calling.

June pats his arm as she guides him through the mingling guests. “Darling, this one is just for you; I had nothing to do with it.”

Kurt comes to an abrupt stop. “That’s Ryan Durphy.” He hisses dumbly as he takes in the appearance of the famous producer and screenwriter, standing off to the side in a beanie and a tinted pair of glasses.

“Yes,” she replies, tugging on his arm again. “He comes to these gatherings every once in a while. Despite being in television,” June sniffs in faint disgust, “he is a big supporter of the arts. And he wants to meet you explicitly.”

“Me?” Kurt stumbles again.

“You’ve made quite the impression on several important people. Come now, don’t be shy. I taught you better than that.” She chastises as she trots him across the room.

“Ryan!” June kisses him lightly on the cheek. “It has been so long, hasn’t it? What does it take to get you young folk to pay attention to an old woman like me?”

“Never old, June, never old. You have truly mastered the secret of eternal youth.” Ryan air kisses in response. Kurt tries not to stare at the producer legend.

“You flatterer!” June simpers. “Have you met my protégée? Kurt Hummel, Ryan Durphy. You caught tonight’s performance, didn’t you? Wasn’t Kurt magnificent? Truly made for the role.”

“Kurt. Pleasure.” Ryan’s handshake is firm and no nonsense.

“Mr. Durphy. I-I-I’m a big fan of your work, sir.” He replies with only a slight stutter revealing his nervousness.

“It’s Ryan, please.” Ryan studies him intently, raising a glass to his mouth. “You were remarkable tonight.”

“I- Thank you.”

“I’ve long been fascinated with Peter’s life. June, did you ever meet him?”

June gies a mournful sigh. “A half dozen times or so. Liza and I were close in our younger years. His death was so tragic. Liza was absolutely heartbroken.”

“Hmm yes. Men closeting themselves, suppressing their deepest desires for love in order to be accepted by society is always tragic.” He pauses, still staring at Kurt deeply. “Are you gay?”

“Y-yes.” Kurt stumbles, a little amazed at the direct question.

“And you’re out?”

“Since I was 16. All of my friends and family know.”

“In Peter’s day, that would have been impossible. Even in my day… when I was first starting out, I was told that I should never let anybody know about being gay. It was fine, they said, they accepted me, but others might not. I refused to let others’ archaic beliefs define who I was.”

“As did I.” Kurt agrees. Beside him, June squirms a little. She had not been happy when Kurt had bluntly informed her that he was not going to hide who he was, even if it might affect his prospects. They had argued, extensively, before she had relented.

“Good. This younger generation inspires me.” He finishes his drink and plays with the glass stem in his hand. “Kurt, I’m writing a musical.”

“Really?”

“There aren’t enough musicals or plays about gay people that don’t end in suicide or tragedy. There needs to be more and I’m determined to make it happen. It’s a complete vanity project, as in I’m vain enough to think that I have the talent to pull it off. I have the financial backers, a duo of eager songwriters, and will likely have a theater at the end of the year. I want you for the lead.”

Kurt stares, stunned to his core, certain that he had misheard. “You want me?”

“You remind me of myself when I was younger and you certainly have the aptitude.” Ryan hands him a business card. “My cell’s on the back. Text me or have your agent do so if you prefer to go through official means and when the play is ready to go, I’ll set you up with the casting director. I anticipate we’ll be casting within the next six months, so don’t be hasty in accepting your next project.”

“Thank you!” Kurt enthuses giddily. “I’ll be in touch!”

Ryan touches his beanie. “Do. Now if you’ll excuse me, these late nights are getting too much for me.”

Kurt barely hears June’s excited chirping beside him. He, Kurt Hummel, has just been recommended for the role of a lifetime by the king of Hollywood. Kurt digs his fingernails into his palm, the pain steadying him. Not a dream then. He grabs a glass of champagne and drinks it down, as giddy as the bubbles sliding down his throat.

June kisses his cheeks in congratulations and glides away, her work done for the evening, as pleased as Kurt has ever seen her.

Across the room, he catches Adam’s eye who raises his glass in response. Kurt sips demurely and winks, never looking away from Adam. It’s his night and he’s going to celebrate.

Next chapter

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[whatiwillsay]

Hi! I'm the anon from @/swiftiesleuth. How much of 1989 is about Dianna Agron?

ok it’s been a weird couple weeks for gaylors so let’s go ahead and do this

1989 Is About Dianna Agron - A Compilation of Receipts:

Part 1 - People in The Know.  This tv writer claim 1989 is about Dianna:

Carina MacKenzie wrote for The Originals:

a guy named Michael Trevino was a regular on the vampire diaries but was also on a few episodes of The Originals.  He dated Glee cast member Jenna Ushkowitz.  Not only that but he was at Dianna’s 26th birthday party (I know he’s saying hbd to jenna but it’s because her birthday is actually on the 28th of April, which is the day dianna hosted her big party (where they probably celebrated dianna, jenna, and harry (whose birthday is also on April 28)

anyway as you all probably know (but if you haven’t check out this part of my swiftgron masterpost over @swiftgronmasterpost) Taylor was at dianna’s 26th birthday party and even performed songs for her in the midst of swiftgron’s most active period.  

do we know for sure if Micheal was the person who told Carina that swiftgron was a thing?  no.  but he did date jenna for three years and supposedly was good friends with dianna.  it’s possible he was in the know and tipped carina off when he worked with her.

now onto a few song receipts

I Wish You Would

Taylor claims this is a song about an ex driving past her house after they’ve moved to a house close to her.  She wrote it while she was on the Red Tour and it was recorded in 2013.

People assume it’s about Harry like most of 1989 but there’s just one problem. Harry didn’t move to LA until spring 2014, when taylor had moved to nyc and the track was recorded in 2013 so how could it be about him driving past her house?

On the other hand, Dianna moved in LA during the summer of 2013:

Green Eyes - there is debate over Dianna’s eye color sometimes, some people claim they’re hazel.  Green eyes are mentioned again and again on 1989 and it’s true that Harry does have green eyes but it’s also 100% true that Dianna does as well.  A few receipts on that are as follows.  Her character on glee, Quinn, canonically has green eyes:

there’s a famous scene where Rachel tells finn to get Quinn flowers with a green ribbon to match her green eyes:

at one point quinn gets a fake ID and the license has green eyes on it:

and Dianna herself gave her own bitmoji green eyes:

sometimes her eyes may appear hazel, sometimes green, but it’s fair to say that dianna identifies as a green-eyed person (and as someone with green-ish/hazel eyes i get it, i like my eyes to be seen as green to me that’s prettier than hazel)

Style

“Ok Cam I hear you on some songs but there’s no way Style isn’t about Harry right?  His last name is Styles!!!” I hear you exclaim incredulously.

and to that i say NO!

@all-my-possessions breaks this down a lot further but there is an idea that based on the timing of the writing of the song taylor was actually inspired by seeing Dianna dressed up as james dean in InStyle magazine in the UK in early 2014 to write style.

read their “rebel with a clue” post here but it boils down to this picture dianna posted:

the caption is “rebel without a clue” which is a reference to “rebel without a cause” a famous james dean movie.  Dianna seems to be saying this photo was inspired by a picture/styling of james dean such as this:

Dianna was featured like this in the February issue of InStyle UK and we know Taylor was in the UK when that issue came out.

she wrote Style shortly after and it’s thought that the “james dean” bit was inspired by dianna’s styling and the name was inspired by the fact that she was in a magazine literally called “instyle”

I Know Places

Gonna keep it brief here but harry and taylor never hid anywhere.  they did blatant pap walks and even went to time square to kiss at midnight on new years.  it does not get more obvious and public than that.  dianna and taylor on the other hand were pretty private.

and the coup de grâce, ofc, is 

Wonderland

Sure hetlors can try to claim harry has green eyes and grew up chessire but...

from my swiftgron masterpost: Dianna’s favorite book of all time is Alice in Wonderland.  She brought it up in interviews all the time, tweeted about it, auctioned off a signed copy of it for charity, her private Tumblr and instagram account are called whosirmesir which is a reference to it, her private Tumblr is filled with reblogs about Alice, and her public Tumblr was called fell down the rabbit hole.

I have a little joke that for a while dianna didn’t have a personality she just had alice in wonderland.  it is so quintessentially her.

here’s a smattering of receipts on that:

girl even had a tattoo with a quote from the book:

as i said her tumblr was called fell down the rabbit hole which is nearly a lyric from the fucking song:

her finsta name and private tumblr name is “whosirmesir” which is a reference to alice:

honestly, she never shuts the fuck up about alice in wonderland.  so yeah i think she has a much better claim to the song than harry.

and lastly, harry and taylor supposedly dated for 2 months from early November 2012 to the very beginning of January 2013.  do you really think taylor is singing all these songs about a relationship that lasted 8-9 weeks?

no.  1989 is about dianna agron and i will not be taking feedback.

i think a couple songs (yail and wildest dreams) are about karlie, and a few more (wtny, nr, bad blood, blank space, and shake it off) are about non-romantic situations but the love story told within the album is 100% about dianna agron.

#1989 is about dianna agron #1989 masterpost #swiftgron #gaylor swift #Anonymous

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Durin Sitting Pt 6

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 -

So I got some questions about how this story would have gone so here’s the finished plotlines that I originally had to finish off this series. Hope you like it. :D

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Things had never been better. And with three naked Durins inside the cage the elder Wolves eyed Fili, Kili and Ori in their dart from the cage that the confused Dis sat outside of with finger on the tape to the book you had been reading them and eyes fixed on her sons’ backs. Not since they were small boys did they miss a shift and not without additional stress and confusion to the week as they sat downstairs just in case they would shift again. Simply listening to the book while their mother sat down in the chair brought for her, refusing to leave them no matter how far along she may be with their baby siblings. She knew, their father and grandparents knew how terrifying the first missed change after lessons had gone.

While they were forced to shift once a month tips on Wolf mastering had been asked in each family outing and evenings in to fold you into the clan even more. Again methods seemed to vary from how the Elders had mastered their Wolves yet on your second time sitting for the Wolves a blackout from a storm had the cage opened and that was your opening. For the first time the scent of earth, grass and everything green and in between enveloped each of the Wolves who raced on frantic paws to soak in the wilds around them. Just hints of white fur on the ends of your tail were spotted through every swivel of their heads to sniff and search all they could.

For whatever they could have imagined their Wolves would do to wake up on their beds in an open cage to dirt on their bodies inside the clearly mopped basement to the fail of the cameras there were no answers to what happened. By scents alone ignoring the dirt they had all been outside and had they been in that form they could feel the urge to shift their tails in glee and bound around to the group flashes of memories of discoveries on the land. It was a start, and on the second night Thrain was there to watch the oddly content Wolves who continued to chatter on about all they would double check upon their next weather aided escape. Their Wolves were more than just calming and had grown excited rather than agitated and all of their lives around the nightly changes improved in the relief of it all.

Things had never been better. At least until three words were whispered tearily after the fifth public official outing amongst the clan had just barely begun, “Oh no, Mom.” For charity an auction was to be held in a lavish event hall in a notorious architectural marvel of a sky scraper and turned away to keep from weeping openly in public your body turned to face Thorin’s chest. Over your head his eyes locked with his father’s for a silent agreement and back he stepped with arm around your back.

Lowly he hummed post press of a kiss to your temple, “Let’s get you back to bed.” Just in and now out again back to the hotel suite for the both of you that Thorin had called ahead to have food delivered and in the back of the car he kept you close to his side humming, “Adad will ensure we bring her home for you.” The quiet continuous tears from you was his only marker that you were still lost in the painful discovery and sea of memories with the woman killed for sport and draped on the wall for praise to the ego of the hunter and owner of her pelt.

Not until you got to the bed and there was no one else in ear shot did you speak the most painful words he’d expected to never hear you say, “When we get home I need you to leave me alone.”

To a knee at your feet he collapsed with hands that cradled yours on your lap with tearful eyes locked on yours, “Please let me help you with this. Don’t push me away. Don’t abandon us out of pain.”

The next tear down your cheek that fell to his hand drew his gaze that snapped up again to your saying, “You don’t understand.”

“Explain it to me.”

“I, can’t,” you managed to crack out in the scrunch of your face, “There are rights. You can’t be there. None of you.”

His lips parted in a sliver of relief that you weren’t ending your relationship with him, “How long do you need?”

Another set of tears fell as you squeaked back, “Three weeks.”

He wet his lips and inched closer to your lower legs asking, “And that is no contact? Or can I call or text you?”

“It has to be complete silence outside of my clan.”

“But,” he shook his head and said as empathetically as possible, “I know clan laws are strict, but you would be alone, for three weeks to face this.”

Softly you sniffled and said, “My uncle messaged, he will be home when I get back.”

“That is good,” he sighed out and lifted your hands to press your curled fingers to his lips in the drop of more tears.

Squeaks crackled in your voice through saying, “I ruined your evening.”

Again he shook his head, “You ruined nothing. Adad will handle the evening without me easily. Would a bath help?” Dinner, a long soak in his arms came before the tuck of you into bed to sleep in his arms while he laid awake in turmoil for the forced three week break and over your head he watched Dwalin ease the door open to peek inside.

Hushedly he shared that the pelt was purchased and the purchase card with information on it with who the hunter was along with the former owner, carefully it was being loaded up to be shipped to your address and

Hushedly he shared that the pelt was purchased and the purchase card with information on it with who the hunter was along with the former owner, carefully it was being loaded up to be shipped to your address and then slipped out again with a pained glance to your blotchy tearstained face rested on Thorin’s shoulder. He would hold you as long as possible and keep a hand on your leg all through the breakfast that a weak smile of a mask was held to not spoil the full mood of the trip. One toast from the clan and again you were held, this time by several of the clan who shared they would be with you in this however required and long after when you were granted time to be with them again.

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Three weeks. At the masked gates the car stopped to your warning while the enchantment on your land had again barred visitors with no view of your home at all in its own mirage enforced wall of open fields swaying on the breeze. Regrettably a warm lingering goodbye kiss was trailed by a tight embrace. Deeply Thorin inhaled to fight a sniffle to keep you from crying again and his hands left your hips on a mission of their own. From around his neck the chain with a pair of rings he had recently begun to wear was removed and eased over your head and underneath your curls. “I want you to borrow this.”

Wide and full of tears your eyes met his in a pained but curious silent plea of what they meant to the loss of your voice. Lowly he rumbled as he drew your long braid from under the chain, “I can’t explain these yet. But I’m here.” He said with a gentle press on the rings now seated above your heart. “Until I can hold you again, I’m here.” You nodded and simply closed your eyes to lean into his chest for a final hug before bags were lifted and between two colorful soap rainbows of curtains the gate and house was viewed then vanished again from sight. Against the car you saw him in a stare laced in tears imagining that he could watch your walk up to the door until you were safe inside.

He didn’t see the bags drop however or your run and crash into the chest and arms of your uncle beyond at ease to have you with him again. Time did not help, distance did not make the heart grow fonder it made them burn and bleed and post crack of the nailed lid to the crate being opened as you should onto the floor you fell, fingers clutched into the fur now woven around your body in a decades ached for mock embrace from the woman who carried you. Tears and pain. Three weeks of sacred rights were to be carried out and the glimmering tears melted into the pelt that a wind coursed through rippling its fur and gave life to its shape to melt around the cosmic cloud of a polar bear that in its own glee folded around your now curled body lost to a fit of tears.

She could not be here in her other shape but as a bear you were granted time and by sun and moonlight this was how you could say goodbye. Until the final week. Until the blood and the bonfire. Mud, pots of it, to sacred words that made the earth tremble to the sinister glow from the bare skin on yourself and uncle. Blood had been shed and now payment was due, mud once brown ran blood red in each cakey slide of hands to coat your torso’s and arms in sacred runes, symbols and streaks to the polar bear’s roars now joined by those of your animal shaped ancestors. Deep into the earth the curse spread like roots of an unseen tree aimed direct for the skyscraper and dozens of mansions in a country far away. Sharp and sudden the pelt was torn from your mother’s cosmic form and in the eruption of flames it was gone to seal the curse of vengeance and justice to the instant drop of all the mud from your flesh that left you naked and cold with eyes still locked on hers in the few moments you had left until she was called away. Just a tap of foreheads and three tears and she was gone again.

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Across the table to a silent break for tea your uncle smirked in notice of the rings on the chain now rested on the table from around your neck those rights had forbidden speech outside of the sacred words or those to your mother’s soul until she had passed on. “Who gifted you those markers?”

Up your eyes snapped to his with another tear that fell down to your newly added baggy shirt that you had taken from Thorin’s bag on the way back from your last trip that pooled on top of your crossed legs. “The necklace is Thorin’s. He couldn’t come or speak to me so he said I could borrow it.”

His smirk deepened, “He must love you very deeply to have been wearing clan markers.”

That had your eyes drop in a lift of the rings that since his wearing them always seemed blurry and hard for your eyes to bring to focus to know what markers your fingers felt in slides across them. “Is that what they are? I can’t see what’s on them. Pesky eyes won’t focus on them.”

Lowly he chuckled and said, “No, Wolves are very careful in their tokens for Mates.”

“Wol-,” in a look up you gasped in a sudden realization. The distance between the Wolves and the Durins and why the clan was never around when you were required to sit for the pack. “They’re Wolves! That, how did I not see that?! Right in front of my face down to the pack using their own names.”

He chuckled again, “Do they? When I trained Thrain and his daughter to master their Wolves they both chose different names in their Wolf form. How have you been bonding to yours? I am far more intimidating you must be making ample progress at your size.”

“I’ve been reading to them. They have a cage they lock them in at night.”

That had him huff, “I told them not to keep the cage. Old habits I suppose. Good choice something morbid or depressing to hone their focus for hidden meanings I would presume. Have you taken them out yet?”

“Once. Power went out. We’ve gotten a good but through Little Dorritt.”

“Lovely choice. And that run should have worked wonders.”

“They seemed pleased, beyond pleased really like they’d never seen the woods before.”

“Can’t imagine they would have. Wolf clans are quite protective of their young and don’t wish to harm anyone or risk a chance to.”

“No way to live.” You said in another glance to the rings on the chain you now knew were his way to build up the courage or rights to ask you to become a member of his clan. To change the subject from a heart racing topic of such a serious step with the stunningly adoring man that you’d yet to trade firm loving sentiments with yet you asked about the torn patch of earth beside the cottage you’d noticed since your return home. “What happened to that torn patch? That is not part of the rights.”

“No,” he said with a clear of his throat to your glance at the new burned in trail of stars that sat between your index finger and thumb on the back of your hand to match the diamond trail along the arch of your right foot from your father’s funeral rights. “I tore up the foundations for your new cottage.”

“Oh, you want me to move...” escaped your lips in a pained murmur that brought his equally star scarred hand to fold over yours rested on the table.

“No, I don’t. This home will become rather crowded soon enough.”

“Because of Thorin?”

Again he chuckled and answered, “My friend Luna agreed to be my surrogate decades past,” you nodded, “And since her Mate passed last season she has reached her last heat and agreed it was time to aid in my cubs. We will have twin cubs by next spring.”

“Oh that’s such good news!” You replied with a wide smile that spread his.

“So you will be requiring your own home seeing as the Wolf has made himself at hone by the scent of things. You may bear more of the clientele while I mind the cubs. And mine will grant you ample practice for when your own cubs arrive.”

“We are too soon for cubs.” You retaliated only deepening his grin.

“Three weeks without his Mate and that may change drastically. I have cleared some trees we can begin on the cottage in the morning. Have the whole thing completed by month’s end.”

The week came in handy and tucked in the back of the barn you smirked at the hoard of supplies he had been gathering on his travels just for this. Animals all in joint efforts to a common goal and the porch and exterior of the home were built up. A plumber had been arranged for the following week along with a group of friends who would lay the tile and carpet where it was wanted as in your sleepless nights doors and shutters for the windows were carved by you to Beorn’s glass blowing hut being lit up to make all the door handles you could ever make use of.

 *

12:01 am : Off to the zoo today but I hope your day goes well. :)

Wide eyed the beyond pissed boyfriend of yours who had been experiencing rage fueled shifts after each half day at work that had him on his back inside the cage turned his head to the lit up phone laid just on the other side of the bars. Right away he popped up to your ring tone and rushed to a knee on the ground to snatch the device up and plop back with a creeping grin to your first contact. Onto his lap he dropped the phone to run his hands over his face and through his hair. Every muscle in the hunch flexed and stretched to a joint release of pressure of all had been kept inside for weeks now where his Mate was suffering and outside of his aid as he had not built up the nerve to secure your bond as one of his clan. A move that would have joined him into your clan as well had you accepted. A move he couldn’t force to simply hold you while you mourned.

Self loathing for the lack of that step and internal lashes to his mental self had backed his Wolf into a corner and to the slightest trouble at work had him nearly tearing out into full fury mode with fangs tail and all for everyone to see until his clan had calmed him down. So half days were mandatory and in his own funk he had banished himself to sleep down here in the cage. Where he belonged, without you he was just an animal, a furious heartbroken animal who simply wanted his Mate, his true love there were so very many signs that he could very well die if the fates destined you to part.

Head back up he inhaled and got to typing, “How are you?”

“I think I broke my toe.” That had him pause a moment as for the puzzling response until you added, “I walked into the tile stack.”

“Tile stack?” He muttered and typed in a try to recall what you could be referencing in that house.

“My uncle and I have begun to build me my own cottage. Plumbers come today.”

“Why do you want your own cottage?” He asked with a twinge of hope in his chest it could be for privacy for the both of you or a possible dwelling for the both of you he might be invited to move into one day should he live up to any test you grant him.

“My uncle found a surrogate he will have twins by next spring. Wished for me to have my own space as to not be crowded out of the cottage.” Vague, but a possible hint to a logical invitation that and the former grump grinning at his phone. “How are you?”

Sore, broken, hollow, left with a crater right where you would fit in his arms and heart on top of the obvious rage that threatened to roast him from the inside out had he not heard from you. “I’m in the cage” he sent then added, “without you.”

“I never meant to hurt you,” you responded now knowing how deeply you had effected the love of your life clearly in a struggle against the control of his Wolf, now tougher than ever in the week of the full moon.

“I don’t blame you. Adad has been hounding me to gain control for decades now and I have been digging my heels in refusals.” He paused then asked, “How are you? When do you get off work?”

“Headed in about ten minutes. Be back by noon. They need a night feeder for an expecting Wolf.”

“Can I come for lunch? Adad has me on half days.”

“The walls will be dropped when you arrive.” That had him smile and wish you well today and turn to curl up on his cot to get some sleep still clutching his link to you to do so just in case you changed your mind and wished to talk more so he wouldn’t miss a moment.

 *

‘More on the devastating phenomena that has wiped what was imagined to be an endless family that reached back to the beginnings of Middle Earth off the map after this break.’ Impenetrable roots had torn through hundreds of homes and had brought a sky scraper to the ground with every living member of a historic clan being taken with them in the apparent sinkholes that ate every ounce of their homes and those inside except for innocent guests who were able to scramble out of the dirt to safety from other lines. None of them had the answer, save for one elderly Man, the keeper of records of Gondor and aid to their King Arathorn who spoke the words none dared to admit, ‘This was not the first time those who are known to cross the Ruun and their kin have been erased and eaten by the earth.’

Nonsense, no one had the strength or stomach to say that as the world of Men reeled in reminder of old magic that had since been shielded from them and lurked in every shadow, under every bed and inside every fable they adored and absorbed since childhood. This has happened before and had never been explained beyond the same symbol on a rock to be found in the center of every memorial site left unbuildable after each devastating attack.

A rock with a single drop of a blood red something in the center of it and nothing else. A warning. That all those clans with known hunters of great beasts had been wiped out of existence. They may not believe in Fairies or that Vampires or even Trolls and Goblins existed yet while they dressed as werewolves and skin changers for annual festivals no one dared to try and impersonate or search out the Ruun. Not a one. They were not to be questioned or harmed or there would be devastation to pay. The Men as usual would face a break of caution and then be back to their careless ways in no time. While each magical being laid their respects and under the light of the first moon since the attack filled baskets to lit lantern boats they set loose loaded with fireflies and small carved tokens that now was littered on ribbons strung throughout your flowering tree branches all through your property to light your nightly work in the sea of fireflies admiring their new home. Tokens not for those killed on the collapses but for the unknown Guardian they all mourned the precious soul taken without reason by such cruel beings they were forced to live amongst.

 *

“Morning,” Thorin said in taking his seat at the table that turned everyone’s head to his pleasant mood.

Vili, “Well don’t you seem downright chipper. Who are you and why are you wearing Thorin?” Answered by a sharp exhale by his brother in law in taking a piece of toast.

Dis, “Especially after you almost bit me yesterday when I tried to give you lunch through the bars.”

Thorin gave her a playful glare in return for hers proving he was miles beyond where he had sunken to without his Mate. “What you get for putting your fingers inside a cage with a wild animal.” He accented with a fake snap of his teeth at her across the table that had her roll her eyes.

Dwalin, “Spill.”

Thorin grinned saying, “Jaqi texted me just after midnight.”

Thrain, “Oh how is the dear one?”

Thorin lowered his mug of coffee from a sip and answered, “Good it would appear. Though possibly with a broken toe. Her and her uncle have been building her a second cottage on their land it would appear. He has obtained a surrogate and conceived twins.”

“And?” Everyone asked at the same time deepening his grin.

“There seemed to be a hint of an invitation in the future.”

Thrain, “Well that is simply marvelous. I am proud for you son. When are you seeing her?”

“Today,” he sighed out, “She accepted a night feeder spot and was off to work shortly after we spoke but will be home by noon and accepted my request to drop by.”

Fili and Kili asked, “Are you going to propose?”

Glares were sent their way and Kili pointed to him saying, “Hey! He’s been looking like death for days now! He needs to get hitched before his fur falls out and he’ll be left to gumming the wedding cake when he finally gets around to it.”

Thorin rolled his eyes and said, “I will offer my marker, just offer, give her time to consider all that entails. Even though she may be building this matter in clans is delicate at the time.”

“She loves you how could she refuse?” Fili said in another slice of his food.

To himself Thorin chuckled and murmured, “She’s told me in so many silent ways. Still, patience.”

.

Fiery and passionate was how he wanted to greet you when he entered your cottage porch. How did he find you instead? In the kitchen while he stood face to face with a massive naked man freshly turned from his bear form with free hand clutching the kilt that once their handshake was through was tied on around his waist to make the newly arrived guest welcome. Into the couch he settled across from your uncle and the pair of them spoke in what grew to be a friendly banter upon the mention of Thorin’s awe for the hives, blooms and orchard.

Pie in hand to the couch you moved and against Thorin’s side sunk in a sideways lean sharing the dessert by use of the spare fork on the plate. All the while his other arm kept you against his side with pure joy in his heart to your every nestle and nuzzle closer. Plumbers however took your now furrow browed uncle from his chair in their arrival down the driveway. “Enjoy your rest little one, I will wrangle this task into shape.”

Soon as the door between you closed Thorin tilted his head down to ask you, “Are you sore still? Your foot?”

“Not broken. Just bruised.”

“Not what I asked.” He said with a reach for your curled legs to lay them over his lap. “I’ll rub your legs and feet. Extra careful on the toes.”

“Are you okay?” You asked in his next glance your way when he’d taken hold of one of your feet.

With a nod he replied in a sweet smile your way, “I am with you, how could I not be?”

You didn’t have and answer and simply turned your head to look around the house while his gaze was focused on your legs and feet to avoid the numerous olive bruises lingering from your hard work on the cottage. Up to your knees his hands moved along with his body that inched closer to not cause pain by pulling you closer instead. Out of the small bundle of flowers you’d pulled from the window that Tuki had kept flying into and nearly ended up knocking into your breakfast a single purple and yellow daylily was lifted. Right behind his ear a sliver of his brushed back hair that a grin eased across his lips at the braid you worked there to hold the flower behind his ear.

“You know I love you right?” You asked a hair above a whisper.

Instantly his eyes lifted and in a smooth move he turned your legs off his lap to twist and slide you onto his lap mid loving kiss to relax back into the back of the couch. Warmly his hand cupped your cheek to linger there until its dip to trail along your neck to the slide of your hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. Around the back of your neck underneath your hair his fingers found the chain clasp there he unhooked and caught it with his other hand in its drop to your lap. The moment his lips left yours tenderly his nose stroked yours on both sides between gentle taps of his forehead to yours. “So very much so, my darling love.” For a blurry check your eyes opened to his multicolored blob of a face with glimmers of stunning blue from his own timid check.

Again his hand moved to cup that same cheek in his shift back to get a clear view so he could say, “The moon pales in comparison to the beauty of your soul. From the moment I first saw you I knew we were kindred souls and destined to be one, or had dared to dream such heavenly things as a love such as yours. Even the words don’t seem enough, I love you in such a deeper feeling than love. These past three weeks, burned, to not be there for you. And I understand, I do. I wished to say it then. Merely I didn’t wish to add stress to the moment.”

“How could you stress me? Doesn’t sound possible at all.”

That had him smirk and circle his fingers around the rings in his palm to find yours he brought forward. “I wished, for so long, to share my feelings and intensions. My clan has strict rights of their own and I would wish to offer you myself. And this, if you aren’t familiar with our laws is not a proposal of marriage, this is so very much more. A joining of clans, I will be yours and you mine, we will be whole in and out of our clans a part of the both of them.” Hastily he wet his lips, “And there will be another proposal later, but this is a devotion of our beings.” Into your palm on the hand he eased down from his shoulder he pressed the ring into your palm he folded around it. “I am offering you myself. And please take time, as much as you need. And when you are ready you place it on your index finger. As much time as you need.”

Down your eyes sank to the ring now focused and clear. The edges wavy around the knot bodies ended at wolf heads aimed at one another mid howl etched into the mithril band with each gap filled in by shimmering emeralds and small onyx stones to fill the swooped lines around the face to fill in the eyes, cheeks and ears. “It’s beautiful. Must have been expensive.”

Lowly he chuckled and said, “We are all gifted upon adulthood the rings for our Mates. It is yours, always has been.” Again you looked at the ring and simply slipped it on your finger that won you a warm kiss the both of you lingered in until the cuddled embrace with his forehead pressed to yours. Lost for words the now beaming puddle of hearts could only let out a breathy chuckle to your blind addition of his ring to his finger behind your back.

(Just imagine the gaps in the design have gems not metal.)

.

Two days later, the Durins had insisted you take another couple weeks off to ensure you were settled again as per the usual bereavement leave their company. The absence held the technical label that had those in the lower levels with access to trigger the fetching of a card that was handed around to be signed along with a fruit and chocolate arrangement. The zoo however treasured your situation at home and used it to their advantage and that of their latest rescue, a silver fox pup that had to be kept separate from the others due to its overly playful nature and size twice of the barely weaned litter that had arrived inside their mother the month before it had. The fox had been dropped off and was pleased to have bunnies and puppies and the hounds to play with safely in your haven of a property.

Evening however came to a cusp and while Beorn was a town over to confirm the order of tubs he had chosen from a craftsman he was good friends with who made them by hand to sit perfectly inside the raised platform around the tub to give you that sunken feel you loved without burying it in the ground as the house was on a solid stone platform that joined with Beorn’s. All greatly expanding the bunny haven that was underneath your home. Sinks had already been made and delivered long ago and the craftsman was pleased to repay the clan that had kept his baby girls safe with charms and pheromone diluting tonics for decades now and had handed over the first for his young grandchild to continue the important friendship.

A third stroll through your floored, piped and wired home you imagined the walls being plastered and smoothed into the mix of mint and indigo shades around the peach kitchen with each room settled to utilize the sunlight and views around your home with the pantries settled in the dead on view of Beorn’s cottage to keep from spoiling someone of any views of your heaven. While his was a single floor yours was two stories to grant you a higher view in all directions from the undecided rooms on that floor with a wrap around balcony that gave you tons of arches and pillars for more climbing flowers and vines to make their way up to the turf roof to help insulate the place no matter the weather. Already like his home you could picture the shaggy grasses and vines that from certain angles vanished into the scenery like your own tiny Hobbit Holes to form a hill of its own and it made you proud to have helped raise it up yourself.

Chimneys lit up to welcome the sunset would just finish it off right for the first night in and to another stroke of your finger across the ring from Thorin obviously a sunken armchair matching yours would be settled with him in it. But that was a discussion far off even with the ring. Taking trips and sleep overs were one thing but to move in together and to be honest you’ve been anxious to have the place to yourself to break it in and warm it up to visitors.

A phone call split into your daydream and from your palm against the bicep on the opposite arm your hold broke with a grin to the expected contact from Thorin surely freshly returned home after a busy meeting across town. “Hey handsome, meeting go well?”

“You said you could handle the Wolves without a cage right? Were you joking?” The stress in his voice evident and parted your lips.

“No, I was serious. What’s happened?” You asked shifting weight from one foot to another.

“We got stuck in traffic and the moon’s rising soon and it wants out, I need your help.”

“Alright, do you need me to come over?”

“No, we’re nearly at your house.”

“I’ll see you when you get here.” From your empty cottage to your uncles you strolled with phone hung up to make yourself some tea. “Nearly,” you sighed, “How far away is nearly?”

The wolf whistle from Tuki outside alerted you to the cars that had come down the driveway. Three sips was all you had gotten and you set the mug down to head to the door that once opened revealed Thorin in the front of the line of young Durins who strolled in at your step aside. “Are we alone?” Thorin asked in the tug on his tie to begin the process of stripping naked.

“My uncle’s at a craftsman for my tubs. Just me and the fox pup the zoo asked me to watch for them.”

Outside the sky had darkened entirely with hints of the soon to rise moon and from that you turned back to the now nearly naked bunch that had organized their layers on top of the coffee table with shoes tucked underneath it. “I am sorry. I wouldn’t do this unless it was absolutely necessary. You can control it, you are certain?” Thorin asked with eyes fixed on yours in a pained plea and hope that you were being truthful and he wouldn’t end up attacking you by mistake and sealing you to painful shifts out of your usual form that like other shifters who had been mauled were unable to ever turn to their natural form again and often were disowned and cast out to be adopted by their attackers for decades of repairing the damage to make them feel welcome and secure in their new reality.

He didn’t let you answer and didn’t have much of a choice to the jaw dropping split of his collarbone. Tightly you clenched your lips and up your fingers curled against your lips withholding your urge to cry in the painful ripple of bones and muscles adjusting underneath the layers of fur that grew over the bodies of the silver eyed Wolves that all looked you over. In their midst the young brothers who stood with hands over their groins and sheepish glances your way, Fili broke the silence by saying, “This makes three moons now.”

“You haven’t changed in three moons?” You asked and he shook his head, “Well that’s a plus.”

Kili said, “To an extent. Still, I guess we can get dressed if you like. Don’t want to over run you.”

That had you smirk and say, “If you would like to shift on your own you are welcome to. You’re quite docile even if you don’t believe it.”

The pair glanced at one another and drew in deep breaths with eyes that shut in a means to shift on their own only to flinch at your move closer with hands raised to cup a side of their necks to guide their heads straighter. A few subtle tips and the brothers both melted into their other forms, one with bright blue eyes ringed in silver and the other with hazel ringed in silver for a stunning first where the duo were fully in-tune with their Wolves. “Not bad for your first try,” you said to the pair who eyed their silver eyed relatives who once they had circled you to sniff then begin a search through the house to inspect your dwelling.

Another sip of tea was necessary and a few later Thorin had found you with a curious once over and rise up a bit on his back feet to sniff the cup you had drank from. Dwalin, Ori and Nori were next to lift up and sniff the mug settled onto the counter to Thorin asking, “Where is the bear?”

“My uncle is at a friend’s house.”

“Hmm,” Nori said in a turn of his head.

Ori asked, “What is that smell?” Inching closer to the half door with the top folded back granting a view to the yard.

“Well that’s a bit of a loaded question, we have bee hives and an orchard and gardens and even more animals in the forest and a stream with fish that I can catch for your supper.”

Dwalin, “We are free to run here?”

“If you like. Just don’t eat anything but the fish if you can help it.” You said in the turn of the knob in your hand to open the door for the pack.

Thorin however did not move and asked with a puff of his chest clearly showing off the ring he’d removed to set on the chain still around his neck that he refused to remove. “Will you be running with us again?” He asked gruffly in a foot shifting request with eyes fully on you as if the Wolf was willing to beg if necessary.

“Sure. I can show you around.” To the living room you strolled and added your things to theirs until you reached your ring and Thorin’s eyes from over the back of the couch with a ring of blue in the center of the silver drew attention right away and had you turn to fetch a spare bit of ribbon you made a necklace that the ring was hung around your neck. The sight alone of the ring there even in your change had his tail wag in a deep knowing that the pair of you were bound. Around the couch to his side you trotted and joined on the path to the now parted Wolves who giddily got to exploring on each pathway in the new lands. Miles of new things and a stop to fish where Fili kept hold of your necklace to ensure it wouldn’t be lost you dove to catch and toss the fish up onto shore until each Wolf had their own pair of fish they carried back once you wiggled the necklace on again post drying shake.

Once home on the deck by the grill you lit up, shifted back in the apron hung by the door each fish was cleaned and deboned for the Wolves that ate every bit of the meat and organs you warmed up for them in the process of burning the scales, bones and heads. Against his try to nudge one of his fish your way Thorin huffed and ate the offering only once he saw that once you’d gone inside a dinner of your own was fixed up to be eaten in their joint plop on the ground around you to his place seated, chin on the table to speak with you. From apron to the discarded clothes again you changed and closed the doors eventually freshening up to climb onto your bed the pack joined you on. Sunrise soon enough came and to grumbled the Durins’ set alarms on their phones awakening naked in bed, except for Ori, Fili and Kili still in Wolf form who in the groggy squints of their relatives through a stubborn huff at your body’s try to remain asleep.

Torn between not waking you with hands on your hip and back from the doorway Beorn’s voice turned their heads to the Wolf trapped trio in their waking stretches on top of their sections of the bed. “Morning, I have breakfast ready you must be hungry.” In a glance over the trio that bounded off the bed and trotted closer to him he crouched saying, “Ah, look at you halfway to control already.” Hushedly in a rumble he gave them tips and the trio were soon on a stroll to the living room. Up he stood and smirked in his turn to leave Thorin for a few more moments of cuddles.

Nice and sweet on your cheek he pressed his lips and hummed, “Stay in bed my love. I will come by later.” Again he kissed your cheek in his ease off the bed afterwards he turned to ensure your contently purring self was covered up once again without his body to warm you in his absence.

Beorn in the kitchen once again dressed Thorin joined them with ring slid on his finger to complete his full look and flashed him a quick grin. “We got stuck in traffic.”

Beorn shook his head, “No explanation necessary. You are always welcome. Little One’s efforts are certainly paying off with the young ones in your pack. And do not let that dampen your moods where efforts are concerned each Wolf has their own stride.”

Ori asked, “All she had done was sit with us and read, how is this possible?”

Kili, “And that run, we ran once before last night.”

Beorn chuckled answering, “Trust. Trust in her, yourselves and your Wolf. Methods vary, and freedom upon occasion can work wonders. Explore new surroundings outside of a cage and the Wolves grow stronger and you with them.”

Dwalin, “So, if cubs were raised out of a cage then by adulthood,”

Beorn shook his head, “Cubs are different. Teens and older only or they won’t understand the complexities of it all.”

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Soon enough they were off to work and had shared what Ori, Fili and Kili had shared on what had occurred in the night. Baby steps had been taken of control where their Wolves had been growing stronger and bolder by the month. This generation would be stronger and more certain of themselves and their own magnificent prowess. Yet Thorin for all his admirable pride sat timidly and walked as if on eggshells with daily checks on your new home that was now being plastered and soon to be painted led up to a weekend of furniture shopping. Baby steps would complete your home and get him one step closer to the question that would require his grandmother’s ring his parents had gladly given him just for that purpose.

All the same he smiled to the internal reminder from his Wolf of the sight of your Tiger form with paired rings hung around your necks. Together you would build a future that one day would be shared, one day with adorable children of your own with question of what sort of animal forms they could hold. Questions, plans and daydreams all started with an offer for lunch. Down the driveway he drove with a bag of food and some wine with smile spreading to the sight of you in shorts and t shirt splattered with stains from plaster and stains for the molding. A wide smile spread across your face just warming his heart instantly to the dance of stray curls that swayed across your face on the breeze. Once parked out he climbed just basking in the scents of the honey hives and orchards with distant echoes of the future, the first fire you would light here that he would love to cuddle up with you to enjoy, evenings in, late sunlit mornings, and the giggles and footfalls of children to come.

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#Thorin x Reader OC #Werewolf AU #Hobbit #lotr #skinchangers #Finishing off a WIP

[d-criss-news]

Darren Criss is celebrating a decade since his first appearance on the beloved dramedy Glee.

The 33-year-old actor shared a lengthy Instagram post on Monday marking 10 years to the day that he first appeared on the Fox series as Dalton Academy's Blaine Anderson.

Criss credits Glee with launching his career into a "different level."

"And while a number of you by that point may have already been pretty familiar with me as a totally awesome boy wizard or a Disney song nerd from the internet stage, no one can deny that Glee’s world presence catapulted my life to an entirely different level, and gave my career the opportunity to carry on in the way it’s been able to for the past decade," he wrote.

"And it all happened through a literal song and dance that I could not be more proud of and grateful for," the Hollywood star continued.

"So whether you’re a Glee fan from back in the day, continue to re-watch it, or watching it now for the first time, thank you for allowing Blaine into your life. People always tell me how Glee changed their life, and I’m always happy to remind them how yeah, it changed mine too. And how they, and you reading this, are a part of that. So thank you."

Adding that "words and throwback pictures can only say so much," Criss announced that he's throwing a charity concert to celebrate the milestone.

⁣"I’m calling it DEC•AID, and I’ll be sharing songs, stories, and never-before-seen content from those good ol’ Glee days. I’ll even be auctioning off some special personal items to see if we can raise some extra dough!⁣" he said, explaining that the proceeds will go toward "a variety of good causes in need during this insane year."

"This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time, but just needed the right occasion," the American Crime Story actor said. "And between today’s anniversary, the holidays coming up, and the general sense of hope now in the air, the timing felt right."

Criss' DEC•AID will be held on November 28 at 1 p.m. PT.

"Love you all, thanks for hangin’ with me and Blaine all these years. Here’s to many more!" he concluded the post.

The DEC•AID website describes the event as "a cozy at-home livestream concert for charity" and invites fans to get alerts on the details via email or text.

#darren criss #people magazine #dec•aid #press #nov 2020

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi, I’m pretty sure we’ve all heard the news about naya so can you recommend a fic where it’s Santana friendly or naya friendly? Hopefully a multi chapter that’s very light hearted?

I’m still reeling from the news of Naya’s death. 💔 Under the cut are 14 fics with a strong Santana friendship. Let us know what your favorites are, and we’ll include them in this post. - HKVoyage

Jitters by whatiknew

Blaine Anderson gets up at 5am every day to serve coffee with Santana Lopez. And that is the easiest part of his day. As he starts his sophomore year at NYU, Blaine tries to navigate his inevitable conquering of Tisch while figuring out how to talk to the beautiful boy who’s started frequenting the coffee shop. There might be dragons involved

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One Fine Day by xxxraquelita

Kurt witnessed many moments in his life as a bridal designer – he moment a bride found her dress, saw herself in it for the first time, the one where she could see herself standing up in front of her family and friends and saying ‘I do.’ Working as he did in that industry, he hardly expected to have a moment of his own while he was at work, but that was exactly what happened.

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Life Is Short, Eat Dessert First by dreaming_kate

Kurt’s bakery is his pride and joy. When another bakery opens down the street he is determined to prove that he is the best no matter how adorable the dorky owner is.

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Emotions in Limine by whenidance  

As one of the founding partners at The Firm of Hummel, Lopez, and Smythe, Kurt is far too busy to worry about a personal life – on top of the stress of trying to make a name for himself as one of the most promising young attorneys in the Midwest, he’s got to keep a handle on his own office politics, which consist of Santana hooking up with their receptionist and Sebastian trying to get into his pants. When they hire a few new paralegals to help with their impending caseload, the last thing Kurt expects is to fall in love with one Blaine Anderson – and especially not on the eve of his thirtieth birthday. Can their secret office romance survive when their coworkers are quite possibly the nosiest group of people in the whole state of Illinois? (written for gleebigbang on LJ)

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Take Me All the Way by Knightlycat

Successful fashion designer Kurt Hummel has lost his inspiration. When his friend and assistant, Santana Lopez, banishes him from New York so that he can find his missing muse, he takes a trip to Washington State to visit the decaying Victorian house he recently inherited. Small towns are not Kurt’s cup of tea, but he tries to make the best of his month of exile. Then he meets construction manager Blaine Anderson at a bachelor auction and Victorian-themed costume party and a month starts to seem not nearly long enough.

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It’s Not Just Me by joycie89

Kurt is 21, has a dead end job in a diner in Lima, and a four year old

at home.  What happens when Blaine comes in the picture? 

Read the sequel:  More Than Three

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Fix by rainjoy  [PDF/EPUB]

He has - god, his grin is wolfish and wicked and somehow, in the bright darkness of his eyes, sweet

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Going for Broke (orphan_account)

Kurt Hummel finds and fixes the broken people, armed with a purple sharpie and his own secrets. He finds Blaine Anderson, who never expected that Kurt might need him just as badly.

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One Night in Vegas by @mrscriss2012

AU Kurt and Blaine meet on a drunken night out in Vegas. But what the hell happened? 

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Desperate Times verse by @caramelcoffeeaddict

Blaine Anderson is a college student studying theater. He is also a well known porn star that goes by the name Devon Anders. When Kurt Hummel starts having some financial difficulties he asks his classmate Blaine to help him get a job doing porn. Virgin!Kurt / Pornstar!Blaine AU 

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Ready to Fly by @gleekmom

The Ready to Fly series is my Blaine Anderson series. It’s Glee’s “missing moments” with my own Blaine backstory. 

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Threadbare verse by MeriKG

Slave!Blaine AU.  Blaine is a service-slave owned by a hotel.  He is available for rent as a courtesy to guests to entertain them during their stay.  His life is irrevocably changed one night when he is called to to serve by fashion designer Kurt Hummel.  Very Klaine. 

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Saturday Morning Therapy: Keeping It Together by SlayerKitty

“All of us,” Kurt answers. The wheels are turning in his head. “You, me, Santana, Brittany, Karofsky… and Sebastian.” Blaine’s eyes go wide as Kurt rattles off the list. “We need to be there for each other, support each other so that next time, it’s not one of us trying to do what Dave did… and so he’s not tempted to try it again.”

Note: part 1 of the Therapy Series

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The Seduction by @hkvoyage (active WIP)

Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.

Note: The fic will be completed posted on July 18th.

[ETA] here are some new fic recs from our readers.

Sotto Voce by GSJwrites

Wine critic Kurt Hummel can make or break careers with his column for Taste Magazine. But when his publisher orders him to spend a year profiling rising stars of California’s wine country and organizing a competition between the big name wineries of Napa and the smaller artisan wineries of Sonoma, his world gets turned upside-down by an enigmatic young winemaker who puts art before business.

Note: thanks for the rec @theyaskedmeto.

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Somewhere, Ohio by @grlnxtdr30

What do you do when all of your dreams come true? You look for a new one, and sometimes you find them in the most unexpected places. When Kurt Hummel left Lima, Ohio fifteen years ago, he never thought he’d ever move back. But when he gets some news from his dad, he realizes There’s no place like home. My First Future Fiction!

Note: Also check out Scarves and Coffee and The AmazinGlee Race by the same author.

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #santana lopez

[dodger-sister]

My Personal (fanfic) Pimping Post – Post No.1

So I have been on my AO3, cleaning up some formatting & getting my tags set up better. When I got my account about 6yrs ago, I’d just started to get into uploading my fics, sorting out how I wanted things to looks there, when Grandma demanded I write a book for her, so I fell off the AO3 project for that, because…*Grandma*. Hopefully this time I’ll stick with it. I’ve even uploaded a few fics lately. So here’s my pimping post…you’ll find the following fandoms here; Actor RPF, Fake News RPF, Glee, Harry Potter, Law & Order SVU & SPN. Here you go… (copy/paste the links I guess? None of them popped as links )

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Try New Things - Freebies Actor RPF, Jensen/Chad, PWP, Explicit, 2k – Chad is waiting for Jared to come home. Jensen is waiting for Chad to go away. They get bored. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3470801

The Name Game Actor RPF, Jensen/Christian, PWP, Explicit, 2k – It’s Christian’s 35th birthday and Jensen has a present for him. Maybe two. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3395747

5X Jensen Thought They Were Dorks and 1X He Knew For Sure Actor RPF, Jared/Misha, Humor, Teen+, 1k – Jensen doesn’t think anything of it. Except, of course, maybe, that Jared and Misha are big giant dorks. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3356708

Misha Collins, The Fangirls’ Devil Actor RPF, Misha & Mark P, Humor, Teen+, Drabble – Mark thinks Misha might have done that on purpose. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3232598

The Transmission Of Dynamic Images Via Electromagnetic Signals Actor RPF, Jensen, Jared, Jeffrey, Misha, Michael, Chad, Humor, Gen+, 1.5k – 5x If the Cast of the CW were a TV Show (Justified, Psych, Glee, Mad Men, SPN). https://archiveofourown.org/works/3206795

He Was Still Just Rosenbaum Actor RPF, Misha/Michael, Jared/Jensen, Hurt/Comfort, Mature, 2k – Jared’s having a bad day. The boys want to help. Michael is an idiot. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3138659

Where The Sidewalk Ends Fake News RPF, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Angst, Gen+, Ficlet – Jon can’t believe he’s aired his last show. He can’t believe those were his last words. He can’t believe he is in a bunker during the actual zombie apocalypse. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28863246

Oil Spills and Poltergeists Fake News RPF, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Fusion-SPN, Hunters, Teen+, Ficlet – Their jobs are hard. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3173038

Not So Bad, After All Glee, Puck/Rachel, Fusion-SPN, Future, Hunters, Teen+, 1k – Ten years in the future and Puck has an unusual job and an unusual family, but he loves it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3162467

Burrowing – The Best Idea Ever Harry Potter, Fred, George, Charlie, Wee!Weasleys, Gen+, 2k – It was the best idea Fred has ever had. So he is not sure how it went so wrong. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28923387

Burrowing – A Simple Case Of The Normal, Human Flu Harry Potter, Ron, Percy, Wee!Weasleys, Gen+, Ficlet – Ron has a case of the normal, human flu. Percy is there to help. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3513350

(Never) Too Late To Apologize Law & Order SVU, Carisi, Benson, Tutuola, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Gen+, 1k – Carisi didn’t like the bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe they just needed to talk it out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28759296

Doctors Do Date. Sometimes Law & Order SVU, Huang/Beresford aka Cute ER Doc, Flirting, Gen+, Ficlet – It’d been a hard case. But the ER doctor was cute and that was perking Huang up. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28740648

Thanksgiving At Bobby’s Supernatural, Sam, Dean, Bobby, John, Wee!Chesters, Gen+, 4.5k – It’s Thanksgiving at Bobby’s house and there are pretend FBI badges, vegetarians, church clothes and turkey drawings. Also, there is family and brothers and, yes, pie. (Fic art done by me & my then 4yo nephew + art link has Weechester icons) https://archiveofourown.org/works/8630917

Everything Is Just Fine Supernatural, Dean/Cas, FML!Sam, Fallen!Cas, Oblivious!Dean, Mature, 4.5k – Castiel is confused about how to be human. Dean is confused about a lot of things. They’ll figure it out. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3602955

Feel The Wind Supernatural, Dean & Ben, Alt S6, Family, Gen+, Ficlet – Dean is waiting for Ben after school. He has something for him. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3443399

Dude, That’s My Car! Supernatural/CWRPF, Soulless!Sam, Chad Michael Murray as a Campbell cousin, Crack, Teen+, Drabble – Where the hell did Sam even get that car from? https://archiveofourown.org/works/3422894

United Here, Somehow Supernatural, Glee-esque, Dean & Sam, Dean discovers fandom, Teen+, 6k – Dean needs an outlet. He finds “Glee”. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3400856

Nymphs, Fairies and Paranormal Hoochies Supernatural, Dean, Sam, John in flashbacks, Humor, Gen+, Drabble – Sam and Dean have tracked their hunt to a charity auction. Now what? https://archiveofourown.org/works/3279452

When It Comes Down To It Supernatural, The 4400 Fusion/Crossover, John, Bobby, Sam & Dean adjacent, Drama, Gen+, 1.5k – Sammy is too close to that giant freaking ball of light hovering over the northern part of Washington State and way too far away from John for any father’s peace of mind. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3245402

#my post #fanfic #fic recs #fanfic recs #spn #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #my personal pimping post #my blogs #my fic #my writing #my recs #my thoughts #my life #life #recs #thoughts

[talwynfanfic]

I know I haven’t posted any story stuff on here in a long time and this is not story related, but I hope that, given the circumstances, you’ll forgive me.

I came to Glee late.  Season three had already completed in the US and, IIRC, was about half way through being broadcast here in the UK and I had missed the Glee Live tours, which I regret to this day.  I had dismissed it as a silly little show about singing american teenagers but then I heard about Santana and Brittany.

Representation like that back then, even here in the UK, was pretty much non-existant.  Glee is the first show I can remember that did treat a token lesbian or lesbian couple as either some sort of joke or target.  What Santana and Brittany became may not have been the intent when Glee started, but it became so much more than just a tv show.  Santana’s struggle to accept herself, to be accepted, her sometimes shaky growth as a person, the occassional back-sliding and then the eventual happiness with the love of her life, reflected and touched the lives of so many viewers and showed them that they too could be happy.  And Naya’s portrail of Santana just made the character more believable and relatable.

It changed my life.

I’m not going to go into personal details because that’s not what this blog or this post is for.

But I absorbed Glee.  In the matter of just a few weeks, the best I could do because of real life obligations, I watched every episode that had been broadcast.  Season 3 first, then 2 then 1 for some reason.  I discovered fan fiction, Brittana and Faberry and devoured that too, I read something pretty much every day, sometimes for hours, and still do.

And I wrote too, the equivalent of a couple of good sided books so far, one of the stories even got finnished (and I even got a copy of The Reluctant Cheerio professionally bound).  These wern’t Brittana stories for the main, but Santana played a part, and sometimes a leading role, in each one.

I spent way too much money at the official Glee auctions.  I got Cherrio’s uniforms (both the Season 1 and later season designs) and a Cheerio jacket.  From various ebay auctions I have outfits that are (or at least claim to be) from Glee Live including one of Santana’s outfits.

I travelled to London when Dianna Agron was staring in McQueen to see the show and actually got a chance to meet her.  I bought Naya’s book, watched her movies and tv shows (along with those of Heather, Dianna and Lea), I helped out with the website for the last Brittanacon and set up a website collecting pictures of the four of them. 

None of this (and many other things) would have have happend if it wasn’t for Naya’s portrail of Santana.  I never met her but I feel like I know her just as well as any of my friends and her passing hurts just as much as loosing someone you love.  I remember a line from a fanfiction I read where Rachel is talking to one of her fathers and is scared to put her heart on the line, she asks what will happen if it goes wrong and her father replies (something along the lines of) “Then you get to find out what it feels like to be shot in the chest and survive.”  That’s what this feels like to me right now.

They says it’s possible that Naya and her son got caught by a rip tide and Naya used what little strength she had left to save her son.  That doesn’t surprise me one little bit and just goes to show what Naya was, a wonderful mother, a caring woman and an amazing actor.

I’m not a religious person, but if there is a God and heaven, then I hope Naya is up there looking down at us and is at peace.  My thoughts are with her family and friends.

#naya rivera #santana lopez #glee

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Kim Creator Post

(Auction #1053)

Creator’s previous works: Here and here!

Link to GDrive Folder of WIP Summaries/HCs/Plot Bunnies Creator is Offering: Here!

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email: [email protected] discord: Loki_Lady#5286 tumblr: meadowlioness Ao3: Meadow_Lion 

Likes:  *Happy endings -- literally and/or figuratively; in terms of sex, any rating is fine by me, as long as it's consensual *People unexpectedly getting recognition/appreciation (e.g., Buffy's Class Protector Award) *Partners (romantic and/or otherwise) defending each other, in any sense *Teams learning to work together, found families, family dynamics and growth, strong friendships; strong female characters, sisterhood *LGBTQIA+ characters and relationships, especially in fanworks based in canon that has given them shorter shrift *Banter! and other forms of levity

Do Not Wants: *Erasure of canonical queerness. *Major character deaths that aren't already canon, unless canon style allows for fixing it (e.g., Buffy coming back to life) *Significant graphic violence or gore *More than canonical angst levels *Crackfic *Fanwork centered around pregnancy/birth/kids not already part of canon *AU supernatural elements, ABO

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Auction #1

Type of fanwork: fanfiction

Fandom: As the World Turns,  Eyewitness, Fast & Furious (#4), Fastlane, Glee, Star Trek (2009), White Collar

Pairing(s): Luke/Noah, Lukas/Philip, Dom/Mia/Brian, Billie/Sara, Kurt/Blaine, McCoy/Kirk. Peter/Neal, El/Peter/Neal

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Rating: Teen to Explicit

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[drangues]

Hey, it’s me again! Sorry if this is late, I went to do early voting with my mom, but! I am here now! And yes yes yes Atsushi and Kyouka are great together, they’re such nerds and it’s amazinggg- They’ve totally played some dumb jokes on each other, like that one clear wrap on the doorway prank. This doesn’t stop Kyouka from Bullying Dazai, though. She does that with glee because heart eyes or no it’s her Job and her Right as a baby sister. And! (Nyanon, 1/4)

Atsushi liking water gets even better because I looked it up and apparently tigers like water? Like, they use it to hunt and bath and cool sown and just swim. Please imagine Atsushi play hunting rubber ducks because Why Not. On the catnip thing, YES he’d be adorable but also I changed my mind on Dazai giving catnip brownies to him. You know who’d do that? Fukuzawa. Now the man keeps a stash of catnip spiked treats on him At All Times. (Nyanon, 2/4)

As for Hanahaki... Who said it was originally gonna be a baaad end? All I said was that Atsushi THINKS his feelings aren’t returned, and that the tiger can’t kill him... But if you wanna add in Dazai panicking and going on a rampage when he realizes that Atsushi is Sick but not who he’s sick for, then be my gueeesssttt~ Anyways, back to a Nyatsushi Concept: He says he isn’t but he’s deeply affected by laser pointers. (3/4)

im so sorry for taking so long to answer but i just waited for your fourth part but since it never really came i assume three parts was the only thing you had owo?? aNYWAYS-

good for you for voting!!! im proud uwuwu

kyouka and atsushi doing the doorway prank,,,so cliche yet so precious thank u very much thats much betta. TIGERS LIKE WATEERRR WE LOVE NYANON DOING RESEARCH WE STAN and atsushi playin with the rubber duckies,,,du d e *puts that in my To Draw list*

FUKUZAWAAAA PLSSS he would be Affectionate with atsushi even more when realising he has cat like attributes and surprisingly win almost all the time when kyouka and naomi do auctions on the photos/videos of atsushi doing Cat Things. tho ranpo would be the one pointing the laser just to tease the fuck outta atsushi dude i can FEEL it

AND FUCK U SMH SMH DAZAI WILL SAVE HIM IN DA END OF THE HANAHAKI HAPPY ENDING DEFINITELY-

#anon #ask #anon ask #ask anon #nyanon #nyatsushi anon #bsd

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ckerouac replied to your post

“what is your favorite episode from your least favorite season of glee?...”

Ok I love this question, but 1, this is cooper Anderson erasure and 2, I think S8 is way less trash than you do lol

I know - I did think about Cooper - and Big Brother is definitely a highlight, but as whole episodes, I like the other two more :( 

Okay - let’s break down season 8 and see how bad (or alright) it really is! I’d love to hear your opinions on it, RB! (Clearly this is my life now) 

The List - Robert splits the staff in half on some random list that he made.  I think it’s a pretty decent episode, which reintroduces the characters pretty well.  Plus, we get some great Pam stuff, so I’m okay with that. 

The Incentive - Andy has to motivate the office.  Another episode which isn’t that bad, despite being a plot line already done by Michael Scott.  

Lotto - The warehouse wins the lotto, and Darryl has to rethink his life choices.  There’s some good Darryl development in here, and Andy isn’t that bad as a manager - but he’s not great, and it does feel like they keep trying to give Andy plots originally for Michael Scott, which doesn’t help. 

Garden Party - This is the first episode that starts to bug me.  Andy’s obsessive need to impress Robert as well as his parents is incredibly irritating.  However, this episode does get a few points for having a fun Dwight/Jim subplot. 

Spooked - This one is... interesting? Robert asks everyone about their fears and laces it all together for a bizarre scary story.  It’s strange, but definitely watchable. 

Doomsday - Dwight creates a doomsday device! I really wish they had gone more with the tension of not screwing things up, but it’s more about getting Dwight to turn it off.  Not a bad episode despite not being what I initially thought it’d be.  And better on rewatch. 

Pam’s Replacement - Pam’s pregnant and worried about Jim being interested in her replacement.  Shenanigans ensue -- favorite one! 

Gettysburg - I think this episode is boring more than anything.  Andy gets half the group to go to Gettysburg for a motivational trip.  Not only is a questionable Michael Scott plotline, they already kind of did this during The Incentive.  There’s a fun side plot involving Schrute Farms, however it’s not balanced out by the stupid side plot of Robert thinking Kevin is the next big genius.   (Also Pam leaves because Jenna Fischer went on maternity leave, and that might be a reason I think these episodes get worse for a while.) 

Mrs. California - This episode is where I think the season starts to turn really not good.  Robert’s wife comes into the office -- he wants Andy to hire here but not hire her.  It’s so dumb - especially when his wife seems totally normal.  The mind games seem stupid, and make Robert seem insane instead of mysteriously clever - which seemed to be what they originally going for.  Meanwhile, Dwight has the dumbest side plot about starting a gym -- which makes it clear the writers seemed to be running out of ideas. 

Christmas Wishes - The Christmas episodes aren’t usually that bad, and this one isn’t.  There’s a little too much drunk Erin getting weird about Andy and his girlfriend, but it’s watchable.  And there’s some fun Dwight/Jim stuff going on throughout. 

Trivia - This is an episode I’m disappointed isn’t more interesting than it sounds.  The gang goes to Oscar’s gay bar for trivia night.  It’s another watchable one - but there’s so much more they could have done with it.  

Pool Party - This episode is fuckin’ weird.  Everyone goes to Robert’s weird house for a pool party and everyone is just... weird during it.  Except Jim, who just wants to leave.  I don’t really like it cause it focuses way too hard on Dwight, Erin, and Robert, and it’s not necessarily weird in a good way since half of them don’t feel in character.  

Jury Duty - This one is, fine, I suppose.  Jim tries to make it up to the office for being gone for a week, and Dwight deals with Angela having her baby.  I’m kinda annoyed at this point that the writers no longer take Jim very seriously, and he’s consistently written as a dumbass, and the Angela/Senator thing would be better if it didn’t drag on and on and on, but at least this one doesn’t focus too much on Robert/Andy/Erin shit. 

Special Project - This one kicks off the Florida arc, which is...idk, maybe a step up from the rest of the season? This episode is pretty good as it sorts out who is going and who is staying, and Pam’s back! 

Tallahassee - The first episode actually in Florida.  I’m meh about it.  Dwight gets really sick, and there’s some gross stuff going on there.  And we get the intro to Nelly, whom I find frustrating during her tenure in season 8 (she’s fine in season 9), and Todd Packer’s around again, which always annoys me.  The Scranton stuff is fine - as Andy is receptionist for a day. 

After Hours - This one is mostly fine.  I love the plot line where Jim has to keep away from Cathy and uses Dwight to help him out.  The rest of it is meh as a lot of it is Nelly and Todd Packer being weird together, Ryan hitting on Erin, and a lot of Darryl and Val drama that isn’t as interesting as it could be. 

Test the Store - The Florida story is pretty good where the store down there opens, and there’s some interesting things going on.  But I hate the subplot about Andy and Pam being bullied by 12yo girls.  HATE IT

Last Day in Florida - This one is, idk, another meh-ish one? Jim is trying to stop Dwight getting fired, and while I love the dynamic, maybe not one of their better story lines.  Meanwhile Toby and Darryl are selling girl scout cookies, and it’s incredibly boring.  Also, Erin decides to stay in Florida to help an elderly woman - and this kicks off the WORST run in the show.  I’d rather watch Scott’s Tots again than the next three episodes... 

Get the Girl - I HATE THIS EPISODE. Andy goes back to get Erin -- and ends up staying with the elderly woman Erin’s with to woo her back.  It’s so cringy, and both Andy and Erin seem like dumber and more annoying than they usually are.  Meanwhile - while Andy’s gone, Nellie just comes and takes over Andy’s job.  And as much as I hate Andy and Erin at the moment, I hate that his job is just given to Nellie because she decides to sit in the manager’s office.  It’s so dumb.  Every part of this episode is dumb and it probably is the worst episode in the series.  

Welcome Party - Continuing the terrible plot lines of season 8, now that Andy and Erin are back together - they have to go dumb Andy’s not at all developed girlfriend while she’s at a family gathering.  It’s so, so terrible and awful.  And makes Andy and Erin seem like the worst people.  This seems far worse than anything Michael Scott ever did.  Meanwhile, Dwight and Jim are forced to throw a party for Nellie - which is at least watchable, but Nellie is still fairly annoying at this point, too.  

Angry Andy - The Andy and Nellie plot lines come to a head, which you know just by the description isn’t going to go well.  Andy gets angry and terrible, Nellie is still insufferable, and Robert is no longer making any sense at all.  The climax of these stupid episodes is just as bad as the rest of it.  The only redeeming factor of this episode is the subplot involving Kelly choosing between Ryan and an actual decent guy, and everyone helping Kelly try to move on from Ryan. 

Fundraiser - While this episode is at least better than the past three, I find it mostly boring.  The office goes to a silent auction - yay(?) No, it’s boring. Andy spends the whole time plotting revenge against Robert for firing him.  Dwight seems uncharacteristically stupid about the auction.  And Darryl teaches Nellie how to eat a taco (yes that is a plot line) and Angela’s husband hits on Oscar.  

Turf War - This episode is probably the first fully good episode since Special Project? Robert’s going crazy, and closing down branches, so Dwight and Jim go against other branches to steal clients.  It’s nice to see Dwight and Jim work together.  Pam gets to know Nellie - and Nellie’s at least tolerable in the episode? 

Free Family Portrait Studio - Considering that most of the season is rough, this one isn’t bad, though probably one of the weakest season finales.  Dwight schemes to figure out if he’s the father of Angela’s baby - and we’re left on that cliffhanger.  Meanwhile, David Wallace is back as CEO, and gives Andy his job back, and while it’s nice that Robert is leaving (and Sabre is going away), the writing for the show is on the wall.  

So, looking at this list and thinking about it.  The biggest issue is that there’s so much Andy and so much Erin and so much of their terrible romance that it grows tiresome really fast.  Meanwhile, Robert California is a bizarre addition that doesn’t quite fit.  Nor does Nellie, whom it’s obvious the writers like, but aren’t sure how to use her well.  Meanwhile, Dwight, Jim, and Pam don’t feel very present nor do any of them have many memorable plot lines, and it doesn’t help that the writers seem to be stuck in dummy-Jim mode, as well as Pam just not being there for half the season.  

And... there we go, too much time spent on season 8. 

#ckerouac #the office

[laytonsartblog]

How To Solve Everything

Little Spaces - Ch.2

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

Warning: This story contains violence, gun related violence, gang related violence, starvation, hypothermia, dysfunctional family themes, dysfunctional domestic themes, poverty, and homophobia/transphobia. Read with caution and at a good time for you. Take care of yourself.

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Logan has a schedule he dedicates his life to.

First, to wake up at five am.

Next, is to get in the shower without a bucket. Why without a bucket? Because he's damn rich.

Y'see, when you're one of the most successful people in the country of Loríses, running a multi-billion dollar corporation on affordable apartment living and clean energy resources and steady bank loan agreements, well... you can afford some time.

That, and clean water.

Once that's all done and good, Logan likes to relax and have a nice breakfast in his humble top-apartment as he watches the news from the table.

The time didn't really matter when he woke up or finished eating because he never booked (or more accurately put, was forced to book) a meeting or council accommodation or ribbon cutting or something before eleven am.

Breakfast was his only sanctity; he made sure to have plenty of it.

With the news and breakfast over, Logan would head out to work with his classic polo and tie with a briefcase in hand, then spend about eight hours basically running around heading between business meetings and stock readings and introductory openings and apartment gatherings and- well, you get the picture.

Without a hitch, Logan'd get home at around seven-thirty pm, have some sort of dinner out with colleagues he really didn't care for, and get home to either sleep or do his favorite kind of work; charity work.

In the charity work's case?; he wouldn't get a wink of rest.

Today, Logan woke up like he would any other day, perhaps a little later than he thought he would, but that was due to his one am adoption centre charity bidding auction last night.

When he went to check his phone for any messages from his secretary for the day, he found only two from the uptight woman:

You have the day off, Mr.Corbett.

Have a nice day.

Logan looked on in confusion.

I have the day off? Why? he texted back.

His secretary immediately responded with a simple,You haven't used your vacation days at all for the past year, Mr.Corbett. If you don't use them by the end of September, you lose them. I took liberty of letting you off for the next week.

Logan was about to fight back and tell her he's coming into work anyway, but he found she's a bit faster with her hands.

You need it, Logan.

Go visit that old lady down the street, in the bookshop. Her name is Mrs.Tamry. She's my mother's sister and owns the place. She could use some company today.

Logan groaned. He wasn't moving the stubborn woman and that meant he actually had to take care of himself. Woe is he.

Logan grumpily put the phone to his bedside table before face-planting onto his bed. He groaned some more, kicking his feet and punching his hands into the pillows. Perhaps childish, yes, but Logan was never really raised to do much else than work. He didn't know what else to do.

Logan remembered the Mrs.Tamry from his secretary's messages a few minutes after his tantrum and sighed as he flipped over on the bed, rolling out of it.

After a shower he went over to his closet and picked out something a little more casual- a flannel and finer jeans -before stuffing down some toast to head to this bookowner.

Logan would admit that the bookstore part of the old woman was interesting; he's loved being read to and reading stories ever since he could recount the ABC's. It was one of the few pastimes he could be shown doing in public: his public advisor had once told him it made him look both gentle and intelligent, and the ladies would love it. Logan had just told him that he didn't care about the ladies and continued on his way to his office.

Logan finally made his way to the shop. He rolled his eyes at the name: "Book-Ends and Seller's Beggining." It was charming, if not a little corny, and Logan wasn't sure if this was really worth his time, but then he saw the little old lady through the glass sitting by her lonesome and let out a breath of air.

Dammit. Why do I have to feel so guilty?

Logan pushed his way through the tall glass doors and looked his way around, noticing the high bookshelves and neat working stations. It seemed grandma kept up with the times as Logan noticed a small table with a few charging stations attached to it, and a couple of teens doing their homework while plugging their phones in nearby. A stack of laps for rent stood on a shelf near the station.

Logan heard the old woman laugh hoarsely behind him.

"Well, now I wasn't expecting such a dashing young man in my shop so early in the morning!" Mrs.Tamry teased, still laughing. She got up from her weaved rocking chair and instead shuffled her way over to a flustered Logan. "Got some good bone structure- although the hair could use some work. A working man, hmm?"

Logan stammered at the guiding, touching hands and expert eye. "Yes ma'am, I- I am a businessman," he squeaked out.

Logan was used to just saying nothing while out in public, or worse, hosting everything and never getting a break. Having this conversation, if not an awkward one, made him sweat bullets. It was unknown territory.

"A businessman, huh?" Mrs.Tamry sang. She looked him over a few more times, noting the sweaty palms and pale face, before hollaring over to the kids in the corner, "Does this man look familiar?"

The three in the corner; a smaller, but colorful child, a tall but scraggly young fellow, and a boy with a star for his shirt all turned their heads.

The colorful kid snickered. "Nah, he looks too nervous to be any big shot I've heard of," they chided.

"Yeah, and what would he be doing here of all places if he was?" the scraggly lad questioned.

"Hey, knock it off!" the boy in the star shirt huffed. "The guy's probably super sweet and here to pick something up for his wife where they'll read fairytales to their kids and it'll be really damn cute!"

The colorful child started laughing hard; so hard, in fact, that they started tearing up. The scraggly kid did the same. The star boy just crossed his arms, looking to Logan with a much more innocent view.

Logan was sweating so profusely he was afraid he was going to faint. Mrs.Tamry just watched with a crooked smile at their imaginations.

"I am right, huh? You're just a nice guy!" the star boy asked, leaning in. The other two troublemakers got themselves together enough to lean in too, giggling.

"Yeah, tell us! Who are you?"

Logan couldn't stop himself before he even knew what his brain and mouth were going to say.

"I-I'm gay."

Well that was certainly new.

Logan realized what he said and covered his mouth with his hand, shock covering his entire face. Oh now you've done it, he roared at himself, you've told three kids and an old lady you're a disgusting pansy!

But the yelling and the chastising and the kicking-him-out-of-the-store never came. The other children looked to him in absolute glee, and the old woman just snickered.

"So what, dude? I'm like... mega gay too," the boy in the star shirt joked. He easily smiled at Logan.

Logan couldn't tell if he was being encouraged, or if he was doing the encouraging to the boy.

The other two children looked between eachother before looking to Logan. "We're non-binary. We use they/them pronouns. Could you please use them?"

Logan just barely managed a nod, his nerves in overdrive. He just outed himself and now these brave kids were coming out to him too? It was a hell of a thing to wrap around his brain. "O-Of course I will," he managed through chattering teeth.

Logan turned to the old woman last. He expected her to throw him out at first, but now he realized that she knew all this time. Now he looked to Mrs.Tamry in fear. The fact she could figure something like that out so quick was something Logan wasn't prepared to deal with, shock after shock being ran into him in the past ten minutes.

"Young man, you realize that this establishment has a 'We Accept You' sticker on the front, right?" she giggled, patting his shoulder despite him being a tree and her a stump.

Logan looked back to the glass and saw a mirrored version of that sticker on the door; clear as day.

Logan slumped his shoulders. "Oh."

Mrs.Tamry took his shoulders and guided Logan over to a seat, sitting in the one next to him with a sigh. "Ooh, that feels much better on my back."

Logan just stared at her, sweating and shaking and why had I not fought my secretary on letting me work-

Mrs.Tamry clasped a hand on top of his fussing one and smiled gently. The wild side of her had been turned down, and now something much more sweet laid itself out to the scatterbrained gay.

Logan felt himself calm down just a little.

"Now now, I've been told by my niece that her boss was coming in today to spend his day off. I'm to assume that's you, right?" she gently asked. The hand on Logan's softly rubbed it's thumb against Logan's knuckles.

Logan calmed down just a little more.

His tongue managed to unstick itself from the roof of his mouth enough to let out a small, "yes."

He didn't know why he was so freaked. Usually when he got this nervous he'd just bury it down like he had been for the past thirty something years but in this place, it felt like no matter how hard he tried, he was forced to feel everything he was feeling. Logan did not like it.

Mrs.Tamry sighed and used her other hand to tap a gentle rhythm in Logan's arm, giving him something to hold on to.

"Y'know, I didn't expect such a good man like you to be holding back so much fear. I could feel it as you stepped through that door," Mrs.Tamry commented, trying to make small talk.

Logan avoided her eyes. "Well, I haven't got much of a place to let it out."

Mrs.Tamry kept the rhythm on his arm while she hummed.

"Well that simply isn't good!" she preached. "Tell you what, if you're feeling so scared and trembling like you are now, you can always come to me, y'hear?"

Logan nodded a little. He could feel himself slowly relax, coming down from being so flustered and flabbergasted.

New places, new conversations- in which he made actual conversations instead of one-sided invites -new people, new ideas, new everything! It made his brain go into overdrive and his nerves alight. Usually he was able to handle it, bury it deep for later, but here? It seemed he couldn't stuff the feelings down.

Maybe it was Mrs.Tamry's wild but motherly approach, or the bookstore's inviting nature, or the teens he talked to earlier, but either way, Logan just sighed.

He was okay. He was safe. He was okay.

Mrs.Tamry pulled Logan up and rubbed his back while she headed him in the direction of the laptops.

"Why don't you do yourself a favor and find a game to play or- or a messaging site to talk to someone!" Mrs.Tamry then giggled cheekily. "It seems you don't have many friends, so now's a time to start!"

Logan took a seat next to the three teens with an awkward smile and a wave as he opened up the laptop. It was a little out of style, but it seemed fine enough as Logan booted it up.

"We never got your name, sir," the star boy asked politely while Logan logged in.

"Yeah! Like for example I'm Joan and that's Talyn, and he's Thomas, so now you know us!" the newly named Joan called out, tipping their beanie like a celebrity.

Talyn nodded along, playing with their colorful hair. "Homework is getting boring, we wanna know you!"

Logan turned to the three kids with a reserved smile as he signed up for a messenger site called GetAlong.

"My name is Logan Corbett."

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Showmance 6/6/19 Transcript Part 1: HEYA

Jenna: Welcome to Showmance. I’m Jenna Ushkowitz. Kevin: I’m Kevin McHale J: You guys it’s finally here K: Yay! J: You asked and we— K: And now you’ve received. J: We will deliver for you. K: Yeah, we will. Like, you’re welcome in advance. J: This is great, um, there may be one or two parts to this so um get excited. K: You’re such a tease, Jenna J: We’ve got Heather Morris, Naya Rivera. Lots and lots of Fairy Veil. Stay tuned to find out— K: HeMo and Snix. J: --what Fairy Veil means.

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Kevin: That’s the wildest shit. Heather: I took the short one, not with the long sleeves K: A wedding dress is a wedding dress. H: Which is like listen— Naya: That’s epic. H: Jenn was like— N: For charity. K: Uh huh. H: Yeah. Jenn was like, nobody’s really gonna know if nobody says anything. I’m like, exactly Jenn. K: Yeah! J: Oh, I took so many things. H: Exactly. J: It was ours, we wore it. No, so I was at— K: I swept through all of that shit. J: I was at—This is being recorded, just FYI. I was at Real Food Daily today by myself with my computer while Heather was like, waiting at Podcast One for us— H: For two hours. J: And the lady was like, at the end was like, ‘you were on Glee, right?’ And I was like ‘yeah.’ And she was like ‘my friend blah blah blah is a huge, huge fan, you might’ve seen her tweets and stuff.’ I was like ‘I don’t know, they all have Glee names and stuff, but it’s cool’ H: Be more specific. J: And then she was like ‘no, but, um, my friend, apparently there was an auction afterwards?’ and I was like ‘yeah,’—I guess Fox put up an auction of all of our clothes, um, that we wore at like regionals, sectionals, like all of our costumes. And she was like ‘yeah, she bought the Walkin’ On Sunshine/Halo dress and she has a picture in it’ and I was like ‘I really sweat in that dress, so— H: You and I both did J: We, Heather, we had like Red Bulls, Five Hour Energy Drinks-- H: We were out of our mind. So much Red Bull. J: And then we decided to put Icy Hot on our backs because our necks were bothering us and— H: We were sweating. J: We were burning up H: I remember when you were— K: Didn’t you also, like, ruin your neck forever? J&H: Yeah. J: I’ve never—my neck has never been the same since that episode. N: Seriously? H: Yeah, and how many hours do you think we did that? That was like, a six hour day. J: Oh, yeah. H: Doing that number over and over. J: Probably longer. K: I remember watching that scene so distinctly, I don’t know why. H: I do too. I remember that and the mashups with the guys and the girls. K: Yeah. H: Because we sat and watched them. K: Yeah. Is that why? J: That’s why. K: And maybe that was the first time they pulled out the wall? H: The lockers. K: Yeah, and like, the choir room J: So creepy. K: I remember thinking like, this is the coolest thing ever. H: Yeah. K: The girl’s number is way better than the boys number N: In real life. Like it was a competiton. K: Yeah. And I’m like, ‘I wanna be in the girls number’ J: What was that one where you had that weird— K: I did learn the choreography. J: What was that weird instrument you had for Usher? Um-- K: *instrumental sounds* H: Was that your mouth? K: It was that guitar like, yeah, I don’t know what it is. N: A synthesizer? K: It was like. There was like, a clear tube— N: I thought you just had a tube. K: Either way, I don’t know. N: He had a feeding tube. H: Yeah. Yeah. K: Yeah, they gave me something, they said learn this guitar and I’m like ‘you know I can’t play, right?’ J: Oh my God. K: I’m like ‘okay.’ J: Well, I didn’t prep anything for today because— K: Finally! H: Cause there’s no reason. K: I was wondering if you would ever—not finally—Jenna does all the prep, I just show up N: I know, she seems so on it. K: Yeah, she’s on it, and you know me, I’m not. H: I showed up and she was like— J: It’s fine, we have the studio until five. N: Yeah! She knows. J: I did prep a game. I did prep a game the other day, but, I didn’t prep any bios because you guys don’t need bios and everybody who’s listening— K: They don’t need introductions. J: Knows who the F you are. K: Please welcome Heather Morris– J and K: --and Naya Rivera H &N: Or, Heya. J: Okay, this is new to me, the Heya is new. N: Heya? Are you kidding? J: I’ve never— H: Are you kidding? J: --heard Heya before. K: Have you ever been on Twitter? J: I’ve heard, like, Brittana, and, um, what’s the other one? H: San---? J: It’s not San— N: Heya is the ship name in real life. K: That’s what it is. H: There you go. She just gave you backstory? J: Exactly. But everybody has been begging for Heya. K: Does anybody have the, um, dedication and passion that Heya fans have? J: No. H: I don’t think so. J: Your fans are— N: For anything? J: --Are— H: Our fans are very loyal N: For Josey. H: Josey. J: I think we texted that to you and Heather was like, oh yeah, they’re ride or die. N: Oh yeah. H: Yeah. N: Oh no, they’re there. H: Yeah. N: They are there. J: I mean, and they’re listening. H: I know. I know them a lot. Like, personally, a lot of them are very, very friendly and they’ll message me like, sweet messages and of course I just want to be nice and I’m friendly and so—they’re just great, they won’t bug me. They’ll just send me some messages and be like ‘Hey! Happy Mother’s Day today!’ and I’m like ‘Thanks, sweet girl!’ K: Lifelong fans. J: *Teasing H* Thanks sweet girl. N: Sweet girl. *laughing* I really need to know if you’ve ever replied that. K: So a couple weeks ago we had Chris and Amber on here. J: Yes. K: And we talked about first impressions. N: Nice. K: Let’s talk about first impressions. What were your guys first impressions of each other? N: Of each other. H: I remember one of the first days we shot together. We were in I think Mr. Schue’s class. N: Say a Little Prayer? H: I don’t remember that day as much as going in the classroom, I think it was Mr. Schue’s class and— J: Like a proper classroom? N: Yes! Yes! H: Like a classroom and it was our first scene together where we kind of, I guess, just got to sit next to each other and know each other and I just remember like us kind of having like this chemistry as being like, down to earth. We got each other like, really quickly and we were joking around a lot and we just got each other really quickly. And I remember that. I don’t remember what scene we were doing but I just knew it was like— J: Was this the math test that you were taking? N: Putting on lip gloss? J: Didn’t you have to take a math test? H: I think it was. It was either that or it was Dianna did her like, where she has the gavel and she’s doing like, what was the club she had? Celibacy club. J, N, & K: Ohhhhh. H: And you and I were sitting next to each other because I was like the dancer, like the new— N: We were the cheerleading squad. J: Naya, do you remember your first time meeting Heather Morris? N: That would be the first, technical, yes, encounter. Um, but I feel like, I don’t know why. My memory is like, different and fading, I’m old guys. K: Please. J: I get it. N: I too remember that we were doing rehearsals for Say a Little Prayer and— H: Yeah. N: And that’s where I really got to know you. H: Right. N: Because it was just us two. H: Yeah, it was you and me, and I think Dianna was working that day. N: Yeah. H: So it was just you and I doing it. N: Mmhmm.

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MY FAVORITE HUSBAND ~ Season 2

July 2, 1949 - June 25, 1950

“My Favorite Husband” ~ Season two aired on CBS Radio from September 2, 1949 to June 25, 1950.  There were 40 half hour episodes sponsored by Jell-O. Episodes were also aired on Armed Forces Radio & Television Service (AFTRS) without advertising.

Regular Cast: Lucille Ball as Elizabeth ‘Liz’ Cooper, Richard Denning as George Cooper, Gale Gordon as Rudolph Atterbury, Bea Benadaret as Iris Atterbury (and others), Ruth Perrott as Katie the Maid, and Bob LeMond, Announcer.  

Season 2 Guest Cast: 

Hans Conried (17 episodes), Frank Nelson (11 episodes), Hal March (8 episodes), Jay Novello (5 episodes), Eleanor Audley (5 episodes), Peter Leeds (4 episodes), Elvia Allman (3 episodes), Richard Crenna (3 episode), Herb Vigran (2 episodes), Jerry Hausner (2 episodes), Anne Whitfield (2 episodes),  Doris Singleton, Jack Kruschen, Rolfe Sedan, Joe Kearns, Wally Maher, Johnny McGovern, Sam Hearn, Norma Zimmer, Sam Edwards, Jim Backus, Gege Pearson, Joe Forte, Mary Jane Croft, Harry Bartell, and Veola Vonn (1 episode).

To Experience the Full Episode Blogs - for both “My Favorite Husband” and “I Love Lucy” - simply click on the hyperlinked (underlined) text.

“The Elves” ~ September 2, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz and George arrive home from summer vacation to find that someone has been ordering strawberry ice cream from the milkman every day, and the pink trail leads to the doorstep of their new neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Wood, and their ten children.

“The Auction”* ~ September 9, 1949

“The Bank Outing Baseball Game” ~ September 16, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz is determined not to be left out of the baseball game at the Annual Bank Outing, so she persuades her neighbor Mr. Wood to teach her how to play the game.

“The Attic” ~ September 23, 1949

Synopsis ~ One of George’s old Glee Club friends is in town and George wants to find his old ukulele, so he and Liz search for it in the attic but get locked in.

“Women’s Club Election” ~ September 30, 1949

Synopsis ~ George has cause for alarm when Liz is elected treasurer of the local women’s club because he knows how much trouble she has with figures but Liz has a surprise for him.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Club Election” (ILL S2;E19) 

“George Needs a Raise”~ October 7, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz tries every trick in the book to convince Mr. Atterbury to give George a raise. To get results she even resorts to selling apples in front of the bank where he is employed.

Basis for “Ricky Asks for a Raise” (ILL S1;E35)

“Too Many Television Sets” ~ October 14, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz can’t get George interested in buying a television set, until they spend an evening at the Atterburys, who have one. With his interest piqued, George arranges one be sent over on trial. Little does he know Liz has done the same thing - as have the Atterbury’s!  

“Liz’s Superstitions” ~ October 21, 1949

Synopsis ~ A chirping cricket in the Cooper’s hearth is driving George crazy, but Liz is convinced it means good luck. When Liz insists that it isn’t lucky to banish a cricket, George gets upset with her superstitions.

“Halloween Surprise Party” ~ October 28, 1949

Synopsis ~ The Atterburys decide to throw a Halloween surprise party for Liz and George, but when Liz hears about their party at the beauty salon, she thinks that she and George just weren’t invited.

“Mother-in-Law” ~ November 4, 1949

Synopsis ~ George gets a letter from his mother that she’s moving to Sheridan Falls. Liz has no doubt that means staying with them!  But when will she ever leave?

Although similarly titled, this radio episode is not the basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “Lucy’s Mother-in-Law” (ILL S4;E8) in 1954.

“BABY SITTING” ~ November 11, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz takes up baby sitting to balance her financial books and earn money for George’s Christmas present.

Shares plot elements with the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Amateur Hour” (ILL S1;E14) 

“Liz The Matchmaker” ~ November 18, 1949

Synopsis ~ After dating Mr. Negley the postman for three years, Katie feels that their relationship is not going anywhere, so she enlists Liz’s help!

Although similarly titled and themed, this radio episode is not the basis for the “I Love Lucy” episodes “Lucy Plays Cupid” (ILL S1;E15), “Lucy is a Matchmaker” (ILL S2;E27), “The Matchmaker” (ILL S4;E4), or “Lucy, the Matchmaker” (HL S1;E12).

“College Homecoming”* ~ December 2, 1949 

“The French Lessons” ~ December 9, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz and Iris are humiliated when they can’t read the menu at a French restaurant, so they decide to take French lessons. The lessons lead to the prospect of a duel between her favorite husband George and her amorous French teacher.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episodes “The Adagio” (ILL S1;E12) and “The French Revue” (ILL S3;E7)

“George’s Christmas Present” ~ December 16, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz vows to finish knitting George a sweater by Christmas. She finds George’s Christmas presents for her and exchanges it too early.

“The Sleigh Ride” ~ December 23, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz is taken for a sleigh ride (figuratively and literally) when she and her neighbors borrow a milkman’s horse and make a jingle bell trip to the countryside for a yule log. The party turns sour down when the horse insists upon making all the stops on his milk route.

“Liz & George Are Handcuffed” ~ December 30, 1949

Synopsis ~ Liz is playing ‘cops and robbers’ with little Tommy Wood from next door, and lets him handcuff her and George with what turn out to be real handcuffs! During the time the Coopers are linked George finds himself under the hair dryer and Liz later has to stand by at the barber’s while her husband gets a shave.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Handcuffs” (ILL S2;E4)

“Is There Another Woman?” ~ January 6, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz buys a book that lists the danger signs to look out for to tell if your husband is being unfaithful, and George has them all!  Liz then she finds herself innocently coupled with her husband’s boss!

“Liz Teaches Iris To Drive” ~ January 13, 1950

Synopsis ~  The Atterburys have bought a new car but Rudolph refuses to teach Iris how to drive. Liz readily volunteers to be Iris’s driving instructor.

“Liz & The Green Wig” ~ January 20, 1950

Synopsis ~ George goes over Liz’s accounts and discovers that she has listed $180 for miscellaneous expenses! George decides she can eliminate the $10 a week she’s spending on her hair. Liz buys a green wig to show George what might happen if she dyed her hair at home.

“Liz Writes a Song” ~ January 27, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz is convinced that she is a musical talent, but when a music professor tells her she’ll never be a singer, she decides to take up songwriting.

Portions of this script were used as inspiration for “The Benefit” (ILL S1;E13)

“Country Club Dance” ~ February 3, 1950

Synopsis ~ Iris and Liz want to go to the country club dance, but George and Rudolph want to go to the fights.  The girls decide to get dates and go anyway, until their plan ends in disaster.

The plot inspired elements of the story in “The Girls Want To Got To A Nightclub” (ILL S1;E1)

“Mrs. Cooper’s Boyfriend” ~ February 10, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz decides that the only way to keep George’s mother from coming over on Valentine’s Day is to get her a boyfriend.

“Liz Teaches the Samba” ~ February 17, 1950

Synopsis ~ George talks Liz into teaching Wally, the son of the bank’s newest director, Mr. Forsythe, how to dance the Samba, and Wally gets a crush on Liz.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” “The Young Fans” (ILL S1;E20)

“Liz Redecorates the House” ~ February 24, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz wants to hire the town’s new interior decorator, Andrew, to redecorate her house, but George tells her she’ll have to do the job all by herself.

Although this script never directly inspired any specific episode of “I Love Lucy” it is most like 1952′s “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8)

“Women’s Rights - Part 1″ ~ March 5, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz and Iris start a campaign for equal rights, so George and Rudolph take them out to dinner but insist they pay their own check. With no choice but to do dishes, Liz plots to make the boys resent abandoning them - but even when everything is patched up they still want equal rights.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episodes “Equal Rights” (ILL S3;E4)

“Women’s Rights - Part 2″ ~ March 12, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz and Iris have bet George and Rudolph that they can hold down a job, and the boys have bet the girls that they can take care of the housework and cooking.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “Job Switching” (ILL S2;E1)

“The Wills” ~ March 19, 1950

Synopsis ~  After Liz and George make out their wills, Liz is convinced that George intends to do away with her. Liz is startled to find a receipt for some arsenic and rope in his pocket, but is shocked when George suggests a trip to the country - with a one-way ticket for Liz!

Basis for a scene in “I Love Lucy” episode “Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her” (ILL S1;E4) 

“Liz’s Radio Script” ~ March 26, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz’s entry is a finalist in a playwriting contest, and the Coopers and the Atterburys perform it on the local radio station.

Portions of this script inspired the “I Love Lucy” episode “Lucy Writes a Play” (ILL S1;E17)

“April Fool”* ~ April 2, 1950

“Hobbies” ~ April 9, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz and Iris are tired of waiting at home on weekends while George and Rudolph are at the golf course, so they decide to leave half-smoked cigars around the house to make the boys jealous.

Some elements that were later used on “I Love Lucy” in “The Golf Game” (ILL S3;E30) 

“Anniversary”* ~ April 16, 1950

“Liz Appears on Television” ~ April 23, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz and Iris make an appearance on a television show celebrating Friendship Week. Their friendship is tested, though, when they discover they’ve bought the same dress for the occasion.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “Lucy and Ethel Buy the Same Dress” (ILL S3;E3) 

“Spring House Cleaning” ~ April 30, 1950

Synopsis ~  Liz sends George an anonymous love letter that she wrote to him during his bachelor days, and he thinks its from his secretary, Gladys.

”The Health Farm” ~ May 7, 1950

Synopsis ~  Liz and Iris are fed up with their husbands taking them for granted, so they check in to a fat farm.

This episode features elements that later went into the “I Love Lucy” episodes “The Diet” (ILL S1;E3) and “The Charm School” (ILL S3;E15) as well as the “Lucy Show” episode “Lucy and the Countess Lose Weight” (TLS S3;E21)

“Numerology” ~ May 14, 1950

Synopsis ~ Mr. Curry, George and Liz’s landlord, is raising the rent, supposedly on instructions from his late wife, Bernice. Liz figures that she can fix things with a crooked Ouija Board.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episode “The Seance” (ILL S1;E7). It is a revision of the script used for “My Favorite Husband” episode #24, also titled "Numerology” when the characters were then known as the Cugats.

“Mrs. Cooper Thinks Liz is Pregnant” ~ May 21, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz tells George’s mother that she’s ill so the older Mrs. Cooper won’t try to come to Liz’s bridge game, but George’s Mother thinks Liz is really pregnant, and tells all of Liz’s friends what she thinks.

“Liz Sells Dresses” ~ May 28, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz accidentally returns a dress to a more expensive store than where she bought it, and makes money on the deal. She then decides to go into business buying dresses at one store and returning them at another.

Basis for a scene in “I Love Lucy” episode “The Freezer” (ILL S1;E29). It was a revision of the script for episode #14 from season one, when the characters were known as the Cugats. 

“George is Messy” ~ June 4, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz is fed up with George’s messy habits around the house, so she draws a line down the middle of the living room and divides the house in two -her half and half his.

Basis for “Men Are Messy” (ILL S1;E8) of “I Love Lucy”

“Liz Learns to Swim” ~ June 11, 1950

Synopsis ~ George makes a bargain with Liz: If she’ll learn to swim, they can go to the beach with the Atterburys for their vacation.

“Be a Pal” ~ June 18, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz feels thinks George would rather not spend time with her anymore, so she tries everything she can think of to be a pal to her husband.

Basis for the “I Love Lucy” episodes “The Camping Trip” (ILL S2;E29) and “Be a Pal” (ILL S1;E2). It is a revision of the “My Favorite Husband” season one episode "Be Your Husband's Best Friend" when the characters were named Cugat.

“Dance Lessons” ~ June 25, 1950

Synopsis ~ Liz cons George in to taking her to a nightclub by telling him it is to celebrate their anniversary but it is actually to celebrate the anniversary of the last time they went out to a dinner dance.

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Cheer Up. Charlie

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zHyr56

by JessJesstheBest

“You should really know better than to get your hopes up by now, Kurt.” He nuzzled his head into his husband’s neck. “You can’t get a bargain on jewelry that sells for thousands of dollars. You do this to yourself every year.” Or Kurt loses at another auction and Blaine cheers him up.

Words: 475, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Jessie Actually Finished NaNoWriMo and is Rewarding Herself by Writing 24 Days of Klaine (or Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge 2017)

Fandoms: Glee

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson

Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, idk lol, Klaine Advent, Klaine Advent 2017, Klaine Advent Drabble Challenge 2017, Fluff, Blaine is a dork, they're married and awful and in love, uwu

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Hi! Can you introduce me some fics Blaine move in to live with Kurt and the Hudmel? Like in "Father". It's can because his parents or anything. Thanks

“Fathers” was the first Klaine fic I read, so it is a special one for me. I’ve put this on the list so that other readers can find it as well. 

There are ten completed fics in AO3 with the Protective Burt Hummel tag. 

Here are some great fics where Blaine moves in to live with the Hummels (not all of them have Carole and Finn). - HKVoyage

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Fathers by OnceinYourLife

“I love my son, and my son loves Blaine. He matters to me.” While the glee club is in New York, Burt receives an unexpected visitor. 

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I Won’t Let You Down by MrsCriss2012

AU. 16 year old Blaine moves to Lima with his mom and new step family. Desperately unhappy and alone, he is befriended by one Burt Hummel who lives across the road. The pair start to restore a classic car together, but what will Blaine make of Burt’s surly 27 year old son?

Sequel: Feels Like Home

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Unwanted by Unic0rn-H0bbit 

Blaine tells his parents he’s gay and get’s kicked out, he has no where to go apart from Kurt’s, will this bring them closer to more then just freinds?

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One step at a time by annkum

Blaine passes out at the Hummels one Friday night. As they help him change in to PJs, they discover his whole body covered with bruises. His whole life shatters in the after math. He has to put his life together, on step at the time. Rated for adult theme

Sequel: It takes two to tango

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The Way Home by wutif

Blaine had freely shared that he was gay at Dalton, never thinking his parents would find out. They did, so now he was living in the park, hungry and homeless, until he met some guys having lunch while he was busking. When Burt saw the kid, he knew he had to help somehow. Homeless!Blaine.

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The Heart Of Me by KD (AbstractSong101)

Written for this prompt on the GKM "When Kurt and Blaine finally meet, Blaine is homeless.... Realizing that Kurt's soulmate has no home, Burt insists that Blaine move into the Hudson-Hummel house."

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Number Not The Voices by MomentsOfWeakness

When Blaine gets into a bad situation the only person he can turn to is Kurt. But Burt is the one that answers Kurt's phone, and he suddenly finds himself wondering just how far he will go to protect his son's best friend.

Note: This is part 1 of The Blaine Hummel 'Verse. 

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Worthless/Priceless by anxioussquirrel, captain_pihkal

Written for this prompt:

A good, old-fashioned slave fic where Blaine is a slave at auction. I'd like some serious hurt/comfort. Maybe Kurt is at the auction accompanying Finn, who's looking or maybe he's just curious about the market. He doesn't intend to buy anyone but then he sees Blaine, beaten and bruised but beautiful and about to bought by someone that Kurt knows is cruel.

He buys Blaine and takes him home. No healing cock please. Blaine is damaged and skittish and Kurt is a good guy who wants to help him. The rest is up to you.

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