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these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 10

Title: these inconvenient fireworks Fandom: glee Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3. Tumblr. Warnings: None apply. Rating: Mature to explicit. (we finally earn it!). Pairings: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson, very slight Kurt/Adam at the beginning.

Written for the @fandomtrumpshate 2020 charity auction for @sunshineoptimismandangels. Completed as part of the @wipbigbang project. Artwork by kaydrew86/aaweth-edain. Thanks to @snarkyhag, @wowbright, and @slowcookedwriting for their handholding, cheerleading, and betaing of this fic. This fic really did require a village.

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 the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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“Fifteen minutes until curtain!”

“Shit!”

“You’ve got this.” Blaine murmurs encouragingly, his voice pitched low and calm. “Eyes closed. Keep breathing in through your nose … hold 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and out through your mouth, 2, 3, 4. And again. In…. hold…. out.”

The women of the chorus cluster around him, dressed in their black and white habits of the first act, holding hands as they breathe. For some, it’s their first professional performance and sudden nerves had cropped up when he had gathered them for a quick vocal warm-up.

He takes them through the routine of singing scales, gives them a lozenge, and guides them through the meditative breathing as their anxiety decreases. “Alright, you can breathe normally and open your eyes.”

He looks at each one of his girls and his eyes become a little misty. “You are going to be marvelous tonight.” He tells them. “Your hard work these last few months has paid off and look at where you are. You deserve this. I am so proud of you. Now go kick butt.”

He hugs each of them fiercely, sending them to their spot to wait for the curtain to rise and putters around the little alcove just off the stage, where he has water, tea with honey, lemon slices, and throat lozenges set up to soothe their throats in between performances.

Brad is conducting the orchestra tonight—he and Blaine will switch off conducting performances after this—so there isn’t much for him to do doing the performance itself, other than supporting his cast and reassuring them against last minute nerves. Blaine’s restless as he flits backstage, their collective nervousness rubbing off on him, but he’s also confident in their abilities.

Blaine honestly can’t process how much his life has changed in the last two weeks. He and Brad had managed to create an orchestral version of his song and got it recorded in the studio in two days, a feat that Blaine’s still not sure how they managed. He now has an agent recommended by Wes, Santana Lopez, who has a sharp mind and equally sharp tongue. With her help, he’s been navigating the multiple recording deal offers that have cropped up—going viral means that everybody is eager to sign him, but with Santana’s help, he’s making sure that he’s doing what he wants to do.

Mercedes and Marley have also taken him under his wing. During the final weeks of dress rehearsals, they were on set much more frequently, so Blaine has been able to make sure there were no lingering hard feelings with the addition of his song. He’s had dinner with them a couple of times where they’ve talked about the pitfalls of composing music and navigating the complex music scene. Blaine’s grateful that he has the play’s opening to focus on, which allows him a touch of breathing room while he contemplates his future career.

“Knock, knock.” A voice says behind him, jolting him from his thoughts. .

Blaine whirls around. “Hi! Why aren’t you on stage? They’re calling for you.”

Kurt waves away his concerns with one hand. “Oh, I know. I just wanted to give you this first.” He whips out a bouquet of red and yellow roses from behind his back. “To thank you for all that you’ve done for me. These are to celebrate you.”

“Kurt.” Blaine breathes, clutching the flowers close. “They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to—"

“I know. But I wanted to.”

“I should be the one giving you flowers.” Blaine protests lightly. “You’re the star. You’re going to be amazing out there tonight.”

“But I wouldn’t be if not for you. I wouldn’t be half as prepared without your guidance.” Kurt insists.

Blaine pulls Kurt into a hug, careful not to crush either his roses or Kurt’s costume. “Thank you.” He whispers into Kurt’s neck and Kurt clutches him closer. He pulls back slightly to meet Kurt’s ocean-deep eyes. “I… meant what I said, the other day at Callbacks. Your belief in me saved me, Kurt.”

Kurt dips his head, bumping their foreheads together. “You saved me too.”

For a long moment, Blaine doesn’t move as he drinks in the imprint of Kurt’s warmth, his hand tightly pressed against his back, his smell from his cologne and shampoo and mouthwash. It’s heady in its intimacy and Blaine wishes he could stay here forever.

He can’t though. He can’t offer anything more than friendship to Kurt and stay true to himself and he knows this. There’s attraction simmering between them—that’s not the issue. He can’t have an open relationship as much as he wants to date Kurt. He’s letting his emotions get away from him, like he did at Callbacks when he exposed his heart by singing to Kurt. Thankfully, Kurt’s partner’s sudden illness had brought Blaine back to his senses. It’s not fair to him or to Kurt.

“Your friendship means everything to me.” He breaks away with a small laugh and cough before he does something very foolish. “Are you okay, though?” Blaine asks lightly when he can trust his voice not to betray his emotions. “It can’t be easy going on stage when your partner is so sick. Have they left the hospital yet?”

“They’re much better, but I- I’m not dating Chaz.” Kurt says slowly.

“Oh, is it like a branch then? A V? I’m afraid I’m not up to date with my polyamory terminology.” He laughs again, trying to keep the strain out of his voice.

“Blaine.” Kurt steps closer. “I’m not dating either of them. Elliott and Chaz have been in a relationship for years, although after this scare, they’re talking marriage now for legal protections. They’re poly, that’s true, but I’m not.”

“But I thought, you and Elliott—"

“I know.” Kurt bites his lip nervously. “It’s a long, ridiculous story and I’ll tell you all of it, but… I’m not dating anybody right now.”

“Oh.” Blaine says. “Oh. I’m not either.”

“Yeah?”

“Then, um—"

“Kurt!” Adam gestures wildly at them from the hall, breaking the moment. “Come on. Unique’s looking for you. We need to be in spots now.”

Kurt huffs and shakes his head. “We keep getting interrupted. Later?”

“Later.” Blaine promises. On an impulse, he leans in and kisses Kurt lightly, sealing the promise. “Break a leg.”

Kurt blinks at him as he backs away, with those luminous, shiny eyes. “Yeah. Later.”

The show is incredible. Not that Blaine ever doubted that it wouldn’t come together, but it’s better than he could have dreamed. The actors all perform superbly without a missed word or hitched note and the audience reacts with gasps and loud laughter. Kitty’s song about politicians keeping their hands out of medicine seems to be an unexpected hit given the spontaneous standing ovation she receives. Tina’s Sister Marigold is saucy and sweet and Adam’s no-nonsense and sensible David is the perfect balance to the inane premise.

But it’s Kurt who steals the show. His Brian is endearing, bitingly humorous, and emotionally vulnerable, and the audience hangs on to every word he says. The crowd is silent when he sings “Wanted” for the first time, his clear voice reaching to the rafters, and Blaine wipes away tears when they explode with applause. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of Kurt singing his song.

Ryan Durphy comes to the stage at curtain call, along with Mercedes Jones and Marley Rose. “I believe in the power of theater to change hearts.” He says simply to thunderous applause. “This is what you have witnessed tonight and I thank you for opening our hearts and welcoming us in.”

“We want to give a special recognition to the people behind the scenes who make musical magic as they are often overlooked.” Tina says as the applause dies down. “Please give a round of applause to our set designers, our costume designers, our choreographers, and our lighting and tech crew.”

“Unique Adams, our amazing stage director,” Kurt continues and looks back directly at Blaine with a bright smile, “and our music directors, Brad Ellis and Blaine Anderson.”

There’s a hand suddenly at his back shoving him through the curtains and Blaine stumbles out into the bright spotlight with Unique. She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze.

“Even with the most talented of performers, these productions are impossible without their talent and hard work. It’s been an honor to work with them.” Kurt finishes with applause of his own and beckons them to take a bow of their own and Kitty hands him and Unique matching bouquets of irises and leans down to give one to Brad, who, true to himself, manages to look both stunned and disappointed at the gesture, but Blaine spies Brad wiping his eyes surreptitiously.

It’s a tangle of hugs and kisses backstage as everybody laughs and the champagne is poured. He loses Kurt in the chaos of congratulations being shared. Ryan shakes his hand somberly and tells him that he looks forward to future collaborations, which he recognizes as high praise from the mogul.

The mingling cast slowly disappears to the dressing rooms to get ready for the cast party. After retrieving his present stored in his locker, Blaine makes his way down the hallway, his flowers clutched in his hand, thinking back to the time just a few months ago, when he had taken a stranger’s hand to find the rehearsal room.

He knocks on the dressing room door. “Come in!” Kurt calls brightly, as if he were expecting him. Maybe he was.

Blaine firmly shuts and locks the door behind him. It feels a little presumptuous, perhaps, but it gives him something to do as he gathers his courage.

He turns around and his mouth goes dry.

Kurt’s half dressed, tight black jeans snug at his hips, and shirtless. The string of candle lights around the mirror make his pale skin glow. His face is cleaned of the heavy stage make-up and he is … beautiful.

Blaine coughs and manages to keep his eyes on Kurt’s face. “Congratulations on tonight, Kurt. You were as amazing as I thought you would be. Here.” He thrusts the tube towards him. “For you.”

“For me?” Kurt opens the tube and pulls out the papers inside.

“It’s your song. ‘Wanted’. They’ve, um, printed it, of course, with the rest of the score, but this is the first version I wrote, that we worked on together. I thought you might like to have it.”

Kurt stares for a long moment at the papers, sliding his fingers over the familiar notes. He carefully puts the music back in the tube and sets it on the table. He takes Blaine’s bouquets from him, setting them on the table as well, and then, Kurt places a hand on Blaine’s jaw and kisses him.

Blaine had expected the kiss to be sex-crazed with all of the simmering pheromones sparking between them, but it’s tender instead. Kurt kisses Blaine slowly, softly pressing his lips to Blaine’s and coaxing them open to deepen the kiss with more pressure.

“You gave me a song.” Kurt says and kisses him again.

Blaine tilts his head under Kurt’s seeking lips. His hands move up Kurt’s sides, feeling the heat from his skin, trying to draw him closer.

Kurt breaks the kiss and Blaine whines, chasing after his lips. “Wait, wait.” Kurt says, leaning away. “Just tell me, you’re not dating Tina, right?”

Blaine stares at Kurt’s mouth dumbly, trying to process the words. “Tina’s my roommate.”

“Right.”

“She’s hooking up with Mike.”

“Oh! Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“I’m gay.”

“Oh, good.”

“You didn’t know I was gay?”

“I didn’t want to presume. There’s more than one type of sexuality, you know. Bi. Pan. And you two were so close.”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, kissing him again, “I have been wanting to do this,” another kiss, “for weeks and I couldn’t because I thought you wanted a polyamorous relationship.” He presses his lips against Kurt’s firmly, before dragging them down his jaw and sucking a kiss just below his ear.

“That’s our problem then,” Kurt says breathlessly, “we presume too much.”

Blaine kisses that spot again. “I presume,” he says with a low laugh, “that you like it when I do that.”

“Blaine. Oh. Oh…” Kurt turns into putty as Blaine continues to suck at his jawline while stroking his hands up and down over Kurt’s soft skin. His breath becomes more ragged in Blaine’s ear as Blaine coaxes out little gasps of pleasure. Kurt pushes his body more firmly between Blaine’s legs and Blaine gasps again at the feel of Kurt’s strong, warm body against him.

Blaine’s eyes catch on Kurt’s nipple, dusky against his white skin, and he bends down to brush his tongue over it. Kurt digs his fingers into the loosening curls at the back of Blaine’s neck, encouraging him on. Blaine licks the pinkening nipple again, before pulling back to rest his hands on Kurt’s hips.

Kurt’s lips are reddened, glistening in the light, looking thoroughly kissed. “No... Why’d you stop? Come here.”

Blaine rubs his hands just above the waistband of Kurt’s pants, caressing the soft skin overlying his hip. “May I? Please? I want to touch you. Please.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Kurt pants and surges in for another kiss, arms winding around Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine manages, somehow, to undo Kurt’s buttons and get the zipper down. He’s too intoxicated by Kurt’s taste and sound to be able to figure out how to get the pants off and he needs more of Kurt’s body against him now.

Blaine breaks the kiss. “Turn around?” Blaine asks. “So I can touch you better.”

Kurt gives him another lingering kiss, and then slowly, seductively spins around. Blaine slides his arms around Kurt’s waist, rubbing his hand against Kurt’s abdomen and feeling the muscles contract underneath the soft skin with his touch, while pressing kisses along the knobs of Kurt’s spine. Blaine slides his hand down into Kurt’s underwear, allowing Kurt’s cock to rest fully in his palm, before reaching further down and rolling Kurt’s balls between his fingers until they draw up tight. Kurt whines, taking advantage of the changed position to shove his pants and underwear down his hips, all while Blaine keeps a steady grip on Kurt’s stiffening dick, so perfectly enveloped by Blaine’s hand.

There’s too much distance between them. Blaine needs Kurt on him, against him, surrounding him.

Blaine shuffles them back the short distance towards the loveseat. “Can we?” Blaine says, nudging Kurt’s hip and gesturing to the sofa.

“You’ve got my dick in your hand. I’ll follow you anywhere.” Kurt jokes and Blaine huffs in delighted surprise.

Blaine slumps down on the sofa with a completely ungraceful thump. He tugs on Kurt’s hip, urging Kurt down on top of him as Blaine shifts to lean more fully on the loveseat. Kurt goes easily, landing on Blaine’s lap with a soft moan. Blaine’s own hips buck up involuntarily as Kurt’s bare ass rubs with firm pressure against his own straining, but clothed cock. He contemplates briefly having Kurt get up again so he can remove his own pants and let his cock fully nestle between Kurt’s ass, but with Kurt against his chest, he can’t let go of Kurt long enough to do so.

It’s incredibly intimate this position, Kurt sprawled across his chest, bracketed between Blaine’s arms and legs. Blaine can feel every gasp that Kurt makes—every shudder that Kurt has vibrates across Blaine’s body, feeding his own heightening desire.

Blain pumps Kurt’s cock, hot and heavy in his hand, a living visualization of Kurt’s aroused state. He marvels at the way Kurt reacts to Blaine’s touch: his abdominal walls tightening, his shaft thickening, and his breathing becoming rapid and shallow, and his hands, gods, his hands! The way that Kurt restlessly brings them up to comb through Blaine’s curls, then drags them slowly across his nipples and belly before resting them on top of Blaine’s hand, directing Blaine in how to grip his cock—Blaine doesn’t think he could ever get enough of seeing Kurt in the throes of desire. Blaine twists his hand faster to heighten Kurt’s response, his other hand moving to rub against Kurt’s nipple. Kurt arches his head back on Blaine’s shoulder, allowing Blaine access to that spot on his neck again that keeps Kurt trembling in his arms.

“Oh,” Kurt breathes, his fingers buried again in Blaine’s curls as Blaine mouths again at his neck, “oh, honey, that’s… feels so good.”

Blaine drags his thumb across the tip of Kurt’s erection, coating it with the gathering liquid, as he alternates rubbing against the head with firm twists of his wrist around the shaft. Kurt’s orgasm is close, Blaine can tell, as his breathing is more erratic and his cock is so erect and thick and beautiful in Blaine’s fist and—

“Kurt!” A sharp knock sounds at the door, freezing them both in their compromising position. “It’s Mercedes! Do you have a moment to chat before we go out?”

“Can we… do that another time, Mercedes?” Kurt says, his voice high and breathy. “I’m still getting dressed.”

Blaine twists his hand again, slower but not letting Kurt cool down. He’s thankful that he took the time to lock the door, but with Kurt so close, he’s not letting anyone interrupt them now.

“Of course. I just wanted to talk about a possible collaboration between you, Blaine, and Marley and me.”

“That sounds great. I’d love to hear more about it. Later!”

“Speaking of Blaine, have you seen him? I haven’t had a chance to talk about my idea with him either.”

“I’ll let him know when I see him.” Kurt says and Blaine kisses his neck again. If Blaine hadn’t been watching the way Kurt is falling apart in his lap, his chest blotched pink with passion and his muscles quivering as he squirms and wriths against Blaine’s aching dick, Blaine never would have guessed from the way he answers Mercedes. Blaine forces back a groan.

“Sounds good, boo!” Mercedes answers and they listen to her walking down the hall.

“You are wicked, Mr. Anderson.” Kurt twists his head to kiss Blaine hard.

“You love it.”

“I do.” And Kurt’s voice is soft as he shifts and trails his finger down Blaine’s nose and across his lips. “I do love it.”

Blaine stills as Kurt brings their mouths together again, achingly sweet and tender. Blaine loses himself again in Kurt’s kiss, feeling precious and … loved.

“You need to get that hand back on my dick, Blaine,” Kurt huffs against his lips, “or I swear- Oh! Gods, yes, right there. Yes. Please.”

“I’ve got you, love.” Blaine murmurs, rubbing his fingers under the sensitive ridge before gripping Kurt’s shaft again. Kurt whimpers and twines his fingers through Blaine’s, wrapping them both tight around his cock. Blaine tweaks again on that pretty nipple and that seems to be the trigger.

Kurt shudders deliciously with his orgasm. Blaine can’t take his eyes off of Kurt—his eyes closed and his mouth slack with pleasure and a faint sheen of sweat across his collarbone.

Blaine caresses his hand over Kurt’s rib cage as Kurt comes down from his orgasm, keeping his other hand loose on Kurt’s dick, loving the way it softens in his hand. He presses another open kiss on Kurt’s neck.

“Mmm.” Kurt says affectionately, loose in Blaine’s arms as he pets at the curls on the back of Blaine’s neck. “That was delightful.”

Blaine smiles and kisses his temple. ��It was.”

Kurt shifts and climbs off of Blaine. Blaine pouts as he shimmies his pants back up his hips, tucking his cock back in. “We have to go.” Kurt says.

“Oh. Okay.” Blaine tries to will his swollen dick down and sits up.

Kurt pushes him back down. “But—" he says, tossing a throw pillow off the sofa and placing it under his knees "—I think we’ll let them wait a minute more. Aren’t stars supposed to be fashionably late?” He shoves Blaine’s shirt up and his pants down with two quick moves that leaves Blaine dumbfounded and so very horny.

“Wait,” Blaine says and digs out his wallet from his back pocket that’s now at his knees. He pulls out a condom and hands it to Kurt, who smirks widely at him. “What? I was a boy scout.”

Kurt smiles mischievously as he rolls the condom down and follows it with his mouth. “And so very prepared,” he lifts up to say before going down again. Blaine throws his head back at the sensations as Kurt licks and sucks and worships his dick. God, Blaine loves this man.

It doesn’t take long, as his arousal has been stoked with Kurt’s reactions over the last several minutes and he burns with Kurt’s touch. Molten heat pools in his groin, everything tightening in preparation. “I’m—"

Kurt spreads his legs further, adding a hand to grip Blaine’s aching dick. His other hand plays with Blaine’s balls and the skin just below. In one smooth move, Kurt hollows his cheeks, sucking deeply, while he rubs purposefully over Blaine’s asshole and that does it. Blaine’s belly seizes as his orgasm crests, his cock pulsating in Kurt’s hot, perfect mouth, and for several seconds, Blaine’s not sure he is aware of anything except the points where Kurt is touching him.

Kurt slowly releases Blaine from his mouth and removes the condom. He strokes his fingers up and down Blaine’s dick as Blaine drifts back into awareness. Kurt places a tender kiss on the tip of his softening cock and another on his hip.

Blaine tugs on Kurt’s arms, desperately pulling him up and across his legs so he can kiss Kurt again. He breaks the kiss and runs his fingers across Kurt’s jaw and down his impossibly long arms, before entwining their fingers together. “I haven’t done that since I was a teenager.” He laughs, a little bashfully now that the fiery passion has banked a little. “That was—”

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Kurt presses a kiss to his cheek and pushes himself up and off of Blaine. He holds his hand out. “We really do need to be going, though.”

“Okay.”

“Come home with me? After the party?” Kurt asks. “I mean. We could go for breakfast if you’d like. And I could show you my neighborhood.”

“I want everything with you.” Blaine says and kisses him again. “Everything.”

Their clean up is giddy as Kurt wipes off his chest and Blaine’s dick while Blaine pulls up his pants. “In you go, little Blainers. I’ll see you again soon.” Kurt pats the bulge affectionately before Blaine does up the zipper and Blaine can’t help laughing.

They keep stopping for more kisses as Blaine straightens his clothes and then seeks Kurt’s mouth again.

Kurt finally pushes him off. “You are too distracting. You and that perfect mouth.” He grins as he pulls up his shirt.

Blaine steps in close again. “Let me.” He says softly and buttons it up, brushing his fingers against Kurt’s collarbone, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. They lace their fingers together as they walk out of the dressing room.

They’re just to the stage door, the sound of a loud crowd seeping through the door. Blaine starts to push it open.

Kurt stops him. “You know, it was just about a year ago when I was standing here because The Boy from Oz was closing and I was so sad. I didn’t know what I was going to do.” He smiles at Blaine, that wonderful slow blossom of a smile that wrinkles the corner of his eyes. “A year ago, I didn’t know that I was going to get you.”

He squeezes Blaine’s hand and kisses him again, before pushing the door open and greeting their fans.

The End.

Click for the story soundtrack made by Kay.

Author end notes: And it's finished. Thank you so much for your likes, comments, and reblogs - I cherish each one of them and several of them have caused me to make a few edits and add details, so this story would not be what it is without them.

Special thanks again to my WIP Big Bang artist, kaydrew86, for the lovely art and soundtrack. Go listen now!

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whatiwillsay · 3 years

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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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blankdblank · 3 years

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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 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.

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.

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.”

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.

All –

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Hobbit/LotR – @abiwim, @jotink78, @pastelhexmaniac

x Thorin – @evyiione, @deepestfirefun, @queenoferebor

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

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fardf150 · 3 years

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How to avoid some common grammar and punctuation errors.

!Disclaimer!

This is not meant to be condescending or talk down to anyone, I’m only making this to help people who have trouble with certain kinds of grammar and punctuation. If it comes across that way at all, please tell me how my phrasing could come across different; it can be hard to tell what someone’s intended tone is simply by reading something unless it is described, and I tend to be fairly blunt. With that out of the way, let’s get into it!

So I’ve noticed a lot of people often have trouble with certain parts of grammar/punctuation, so I wanted to make a post explaining how some of the most common mix-ups can be avoided in a digestible way (i.e. not a 5 paragraph essay without line breaks). I’ve been wanting to make this for a while, but I’ve been holding off on it; but um, here it is! I hope this is able to help someone.

Their, there, and they’re

The uses of their and they’re are probably the most commonly known nowadays, due to many people using they/them pronouns and those being the standard gender neutral pronouns to use when one doesn’t know someone else’s pronouns. They are also used when talking about more than one person or thing. But I figured it couldn’t hurt to explain them, just in case.

Their and theirs are used to show ownership, they are possessive pronouns. Like his, hers, etc.

It can be used for someone who uses they/them pronouns, someone you don’t know the pronouns of yet, or to describe when more than one person owns something. But their and theirs aren’t interchangeable; you use different ones depending on how the rest of the sentence is written.

Ex (I’m sorry if these sound weird and artificial): “That is theirs.”

But if we want to use their, then we would phrase it something like this:

“That is their (noun).”

They’re is a contraction - a shortening of two words then replacing the missing letters with an apostrophe - of the words “they” and “are”, used to describe someone or multiple people/things when they are doing something or to describe something or multiple people/items’s state of being.

Ex: “They’re very smart.”

There on the other hand, is not a pronoun. It is used to describe where something/someone is. It is the opposite of “here”, as “here” would be used in similar context as there, but if someone/something is a place fairly nearby, such as next to or in front of you. There would be used to describe something/someone that is a fair distance away, such as on the other side of a room.

Ex: “They’re over there.” (typically in response to a question such as “Where is (name)?”)

But there can also be used to describe the way things are, when paired with words such as “are” or “is”. Many people usually shorten these to “there’s” and sometimes “there’re”, but that second one is usually only when highlighting the way a character speaks when written out instead of spoken out loud. I don’t really know how to describe it, so here are some examples:

“There are twelve apartments that are still open for rent.”

“There is an auction for that book you were looking for happening later today.”

Your and you’re

Your is the possessive form of you, a pronoun used to refer directly to another person.

Ex: “Your hair looks really nice today!”

You’re is a contraction of “you” and “are”. It is used in the same ways as “they’re”.

Ex: “You’re very smart.”

“You’re still exercising? It has been an hour.”

It’s and its

It is a pronoun used to describe non-sentient nouns or someone who has chosen to use it as a pronoun for themselves.

It’s is a contraction of “it” and “is” or “it” and “has”, used to describe something/someone’s state of being or when something/someone is doing something.

Ex: “It’s pretty cloudy out there.”

“It’s been a pretty long time.”

Its is another possessive pronoun.

Ex: “Its name is (name).”

Too, two, and to

Two is fairly simple in its usage; it is used as the word form of the number “2”.

Ex: “There are two copies left.”

To is used to describe where something/someone is going or where something/someone has gone.

Ex: “She went to the grocery store.”

Too is used when someone/something shares similarities with someone/something.

Ex: “You like roller skating, too?”

It can also be used in another way that’s easier to show with just an example:

“I think you’ve had too many of those.”

Capital letters/Uppercase letters

You always use capital/uppercase letters at the beginning of a sentence, at the beginning of a proper noun, and the letter i is always capitalized when a character/person is talking about themselves.

Ex: “My brother Jake and I used to always pretend we were pirates.”

Other times i is capitalized/uppercase would be:

I’ve (contraction of “I” and “have”)

I’ll (contraction or “I” and “will”)

I’m (contraction of “I” and “am”

And there are likely more; if there are, they are either strictly conversational or have slipped my mind.

Commas

This is one last thing I wanted to go over. Commas are a kind of punctuation that are used in many different ways.

They can be used to make a sentence flow better and can help to avoid run-on sentences

Ex: “I was walking down the sidewalk, then I turned the corner.”

“I ran downstairs as fast as I could, but when I got down there, the lights were all already off.”

They can also be used when bringing more than one thing up at a time.

Ex: “I was in the chess, drama, and glee clubs during my sophomore year.”

When you use a comma before the “and”, it is called an “Oxford comma.”

Oxford commas aren’t always necessary, but in many cases they are. I would recommend just always using them, as there are many many cases like this, but if you don’t want to always use an Oxford comma, just look over your sentence and make sure it sounds alright without one.

If there are any mistakes you notice here or anything you would like me to add, please don’t hesitate to tell me; I don’t want to be spreading misinformation and I want this to be as helpful as possible.

Thank you for reading, have a nice day!

#grammar #grammar help #punctuation #writing #writing tips #writing advice #academic help #long post #lee’s twaddles

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talwynfanfic · 4 years

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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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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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spaceorphan18 · 4 years

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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

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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.

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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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.

#My Favorite Husband #Lucille Ball #1950 #CBS Radio #Richard Denning #Hans Conried #Hal March #Frank Nelson #Jay Novello #Eleanor Audley #Gale Gordon #Bea Benadaret #Bob LeMond #Ruth Perrott

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these inconvenient fireworks - chapter 2

Title: these inconvenient fireworks Fandom: glee Link: FF.net (T rated version). AO3. 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.

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

Chapter 2

“Okay, Jane, let’s take that last stanza again. I need to hear more emotion. You’re opening up to the group about your HIV status —you’re vulnerable in letting them in, you never let people in, but you’re still defiant that you’re not going to let the disease define you. I want to hear that vulnerability—a little softly at first and then building in volume.” Blaine plays the bars again on the piano and nods in her direction.

Jane sings on cue, her voice sweet and young.

There’s only now There’s only fear Give into love Or live in fear.

“Better!” Blaine calls out in encouragement. “I can hear your uncertainty there, but I want you to build in confidence over the next lines. You’re trying to convince Roger to give you a chance. Beseech him, convince him. There is no day but today.”

“No other path No other way No day but today!”

“Don’t get breathy there—make sure you expand your diaphragm fully before that last measure.” He corrects firmly. Jane scratches down his directions on her sheet music. “Let’s take it one more time.” He nods again and listens carefully as she sings through her part again. “Much better. Did you hear the difference with the timing of your breath? And you really came through with the emotions there. Well done.” He nods and checks his watch. “Let’s call it a night. We’ll meet tomorrow with Mason to run through it again and then I think we’ll be ready to add in the full orchestration.”

“Thanks, Mr. Anderson!” Jane says as she gathers her stuff, her earnest face glowing after his compliments. “You’ve helped me so much; I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“It’s my job. You just make it easy.” Blaine smiles and watches her leave. Jane is one of his favorite students, brimming with talent and enthusiasm; it’s been a joy helping her flourish. Watching her develop confidence on the stage reminds him why he chose to pivot careers nearly a decade ago. He had gone to Berklee Conservatory in Boston majoring in musical theater, fully expecting to graduate and take on Broadway as an actor. Instead, it was the theory classes, the ones that focused on the “whys and how-tos” in making theater magic that had captured his attention. So when his professor had kept him after class and invited him to be her TA the following semester, Blaine jumped on the opportunity with hardly a second thought. By the end of his time there, he had switched his degree focus to music directing and vocal education. Instead of seeking the bright white lights of New York City, he set off for a master’s degree at the University of Michigan.

The first few months after graduating from UMich had been discouraging, as job opportunities were scarce. Any dreams about working in New York City or Boston vanished—his glowing letters of recommendations weren’t enough to inspire producers to overlook his slim resume. As the months slipped by, with only piano and voice lessons making his rent, he became more desperate for any kind of job in his field. His first job after he graduated was in the town of Lima, Ohio, which had just transformed its high school into the first performing arts high school in the country. Principal Schuester may have had some odd ideas about last minute rehearsals but, under his leadership, McKinley High had become a renowned flagship for high school choir and theater, as more than a half dozen of its students had won Tonys and Olivier awards.

Seven years later, Blaine has settled into his job as McKinley’s music director, overseeing the orchestration and vocals of the four school musicals as well as two community hosted events that he somehow picked up, directing the acapella choirs and the choir band, and teaching music theory to the freshmen. It keeps him busy. Too busy, maybe, as he can’t recall the last time he hadn’t spent his evenings making lesson plans or changing the orchestration. He gets a beer once in a while with fellow teacher Sam Evans, but even that has dwindled recently.

His phone rings, breaking him from his reverie. His smile widens at the name dancing across the screen. “Wes!” he says.

“It’s been a long time, Warbler Blaine.” Wes intones seriously. “You did not show for the biennial gavel ceremony last month.”

“I—" Blaine coughs. “I was in the middle of rehearsals and couldn’t get away.”

“We are all busy. Do you think that I can easily break away from my responsibilities?” Like Blaine, Wes had also started out his studies in theater, before switching to law. “I do it because it’s important. Unless, now that you’re working for the competition, maybe that’s not so anymore.”

“Of course not! Once a Warbler—"

“Always a Warbler,” Wes finishes with him. “I did not call to guilt you for your absence, although your presence was sorely missed, but to congratulate you on your success. I heard that your theater production of Pippin won a national award.”

“One of my students, Skylar, won a Jimmy award last year, yes.”

“For a performance that you directed, with a controversial gay retelling that has got the theater blogs exploding. There’s talk of a new revival on Broadway.”

“Our Catherine got sick,” Blaine explains, “so Alastair stepped in and it just made so much sense to have Pippin make a truly difficult choice.”

“It’s the talk of the theater world, Blaine, and I want you to take advantage of it.”

“What? What do you mean”

“I’ve just signed on as the production lawyer for a new musical that’s being developed. Have you heard of Ryan Durphy?”

“Heard of Ryan Durphy? Wes, I don’t live that deep under a rock.”

“Right, so he’s writing this musical. He’s collaborating with those two songwriters whose musical went viral a few years ago, Bridgerabbey, I believe it was. He’s calling this the first gay musical comedy.”

“Wouldn’t that have been La Cage Aux Folles?”

Wes huffs audibly. “You’re missing the point. Although, yes, you are correct. They need a music director and I’ve given your name to the stage director.”

“Me! Wes, I don’t have the experience for that.”

“Blaine. I’m telling you. This is your moment. Sure, maybe not the music director this time as it’s your first time on Broadway and I don’t have that kind of pull, but the assistant director? You would be perfect.”

“But I don’t—"

“I don’t want to see you stuck in Ohio. You have done amazing things at McKinley, but you’ve always been destined for more.”

Blaine is silent for a moment, thinking back on the ephemeral dreams of seeing his name on Broadway. “I’ll… I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Send your resume to me this weekend and I’ll pass it on. They will want you to come out for an interview and audition. Do you think you could arrange some time off?”

“I- Maybe. We’re not too far into Rent that I wouldn’t be missed for a day or two.”

“Splendid.” Wes enthuses. “I’ll take you out for lunch when you are here. I look forward to being in the same city with you again.”

“Yes. The same. Of course. Bye.” Blaine stammers, not even hearing the last of their conversation, his mind swirling.

Could he? Could he just up and leave his kids for a pipe dream? Surely, Ryan Durphy will have dozens of other candidates who have far more experience than he does—he knows all too well of how cutthroat competitive the city can be. His resume won’t even make it out of the pile of rejections. And yet. Something stirs inside, a memory, a longing. He’s felt restless here for the last few months. His colleagues are great and his students—they’re his source of pride. Why does he need more?

A knock at the door startles him. “You okay there, Blaine? You’ve been staring at that piece of paper for a while now.”

“Oh hey, Will,” Blaine greets his principal. “No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine, I just,” he laughs shortly, “got some unexpected news.”

“Oh?”

Blaine considers for a moment. He’s never really confided in his principal before. Will Schuester had worked at McKinley for a decade before his unorthodox methods of choir directing had led the New Directions to national championships, ultimately inspiring the superintendent to form the arts focused public high school. Will cared deeply for his students and was supportive of his teachers, but was ultimately, mostly hands-off in the day to day management of the teachers’ curriculums.

“I. An old friend called. About a job possibility. On Broadway.”

William laughs and claps his shoulder warmly. “That’s fantastic, Blaine. Congratulations!”

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to apply or audition or …” He trails off.

“You should. Let me know when you need time off. We can arrange for a substitute.”

“You really think I should consider it?” Blaine feels dazed at the unexpected support.

“Of course I do. It’s an incredible opportunity for you.” Will pauses. “Several years ago, I had a similar opportunity to open a new Broadway musical. And I didn’t take it, because, well, because the glee club here was so fresh and the kids needed me, but also because I was a little bit of a coward. I don’t exactly regret it, as I’ve had an amazing time here over the last decade and it’s been the right decision. But that doesn’t mean I still don’t have the ‘what if’ questions. We all do.”

“I just don’t know.”

“Take a couple of nights and think about it. But, I think you should do it. You’re insanely good at your job here, Blaine. You have an innate sense of directing and bringing the best out of people and I agree with your friend that your talents are not fully appreciated here.”

“Thanks, Will.”

Blaine slowly gathers his stuff after Will leaves. He has a lot to think about. And an audition to plan.

“Come in,” a gruff voice announces from behind the closed door in response to Blaine’s rap.

Blaine wills his nerves down. “You can do this. One last step.” He whispers to himself.

His palm is a little sweaty, so he wrenches the door open with a little more force than anticipated and it flies open noisily.

He takes a deep breath, straightens his bowtie, and pastes on a confident smile and he strides into the room.

There’s a piano in the front and a long table facing with, where a half dozen people sit expectantly, and otherwise, the small, white room is void of other decoration. Of all of the rooms and stages that Blaine’s been in these last few days, it’s the most sterile and does nothing to help that rolling pit of anxiety in his stomach.

Blaine startles when a bearded man with glasses and the most morose expression Blaine has ever seen (and he’s sung at retirement homes!) pushes back from the piano bench as if he’s been evicted and sits down at the end of the table.

They all stare at him, four men, all middle-aged, and two women that Blaine would guess are around his age. Blaine tries to keep the smile on his face and his fingers from fidgeting at his side. He recognizes them all, some more than others. He met Ryan Durphy on his first day here a week ago and hasn’t seen since. Robert Alrich and Zak Woodsee, the executive producers are much more familiar as he interviewed with them back in New York for the first interview and then has been working with them on a daily basis. And of course Mercedes Jones and Marley Rose, the songwriting duo of Rose Jones and the composers/writers of this musical—he hasn’t formally met them yet and is only slightly starstruck to see them. As ‘Rose Jones,’ the singer-songwriter duo had sprung to popularity when they wrote and performed their songs had become viral TikTok hits and they wrote and. Three platinum albums followed, but this was their first musical. Blaine has followed them for years on Instagram and he holds himself back from gushing about how much he admires their music.

There’s the fourth man, the piano man. Blaine has seen him around, but hasn’t paid him attention. He’s not sure he’s ever learned his name this week and Blaine knows everybody’s name.

“Hi, Blaine,” Robert finally breaks the growing silence. “Thank you for coming to this last session. I don’t know if you’ve met Mercedes and Marley yet. They will be writing the score for this musical project.”

“Hello.” Blaine greets politely.

“Hi, Blaine,” Mercedes says brightly with a warm smile. “It’s good to see you.”

“We’ve been really impressed with what we’ve seen this week.” Marley says

“You were watching?” Blaine questions. He knows that they had filmed him over the week—he signed a large stack of releases, permissions to film, and nondisclosure forms when he arrived last week. But he had assumed that only Ryan Durphy was reviewing the video.

“We just reviewed some of your projects with Mr. Durphy.” Marley echoes.

“Tell me more about your thought process with the children’s choir.” Ryan Durphy says and Blaine takes another deep breath before answering.

It’s the last day of a week-long “immersive” audition. After a routine audition in NYC a couple of months ago, Blaine had heard nothing from them for weeks. He had called to ask for an update and figured that the response that they hadn’t made a decision yet was a polite dismissal and he had shrugged off his disappointment. If nothing else, this had gotten him to brush off his portfolio and look at a couple of job offers around the state. It really might be time for a change, even if it’s not his dream job.

Three weeks after he had put the play out of his mind, he got a call inviting him to Los Angeles, this time for a more prolonged interview. He flew into L.A. after the school year ended, expecting to stay with Cooper for a couple of days to meet with the producers and interview with the rest of the creative staff. The fact that it was in L.A. and not New York City was odd enough, but he supposed that Ryan Durphy was probably used to making the world revolve around him.

However, when he checked in with the studio, he discovered that he was one of six finalists for the position of assistant music director and he would be staying with the others in a small hotel for the week. He swore he heard one of the producers refer to them as contestants.

“It's not reality tv,” Robert reassured when Blaine questioned. “There’s no script as we would prefer things to develop organically. But Mr. Durphy wishes to film this week to review when making his decision as well as retain the rights to explore future productions should this be feasible.”

To say that this week has been unexpectedly grueling would be an understatement. His days have been stuffed with sessions conducting a string quartet and a theater orchestra, directing a children’s choir in a rendition of “Daydream Believer”, and remixing a fresh take of “Don’t Stop Believin’”. There have been small group sessions with one of his fellow competitors where they worked together with a singer to create a short jingle for a commercial—Cooper had given all kinds of unhelpful tips when Blaine met up for dinner one night.

Blaine has felt thoroughly out of his element the entire trip. He’s surrounded by exceedingly talented people vying for the same position, people who have been in the business for years and have loads more experience, and there are some, like his suitemate, Jean Baptiste, who sneered openly when Blaine said that he had been doing high school theater productions instead of regional theater work in Chicago like Jean.

On the other hand, it reminds him of the craziness of college and he feels like he’s stretching long forgotten muscles of innovation and imagination and by the end of the week, Blaine wants the position more than he had when he had started the process. He’s done his best and by the end, he is very proud of the work he’s produced in the last week, so he’s enthusiastic in his responses to the panel of judges.

Robert smiles encouragingly. “Your resume is quite different from the others in the group. You have been doing high school theater, is that correct?”

“Yes.” Blaine nods. “I’ve directed theater, choir, and band over the years, but my primary focus has been theater.”

“Community theater?”

“Some. Lima has a small community theater and I assist with a production every year or so.”

Ryan looks down his glasses. “Is there a reason why you have stuck to high school?”

“I really enjoy working with high schoolers.” Blaine says. “They’re in these plays because they love it and I love helping them improve their voices and watching them grow in confidence. They’re bright and eager in ways that adults rarely are.”

“And how do you think you will do managing professional actors?” Ryan probes again. His stare is intimidating.

“Have you worked with teenage girls before? If you can deal with their torrents of emotions and hormones, you can deal with just about any challenge.” Blaine quips and they all laugh. “In all seriousness, while my experience may be a little different, I am trained for a job like this. I have experience in all aspects of music directing. I believe that my unique perspective is just what your musical needs.”

“Well, we’ve certainly been very impressed with your ability to think on your feet this week.” Zak says.

“And you work remarkably well with others, including people who were distrustful of you.” Robert adds.

Ryan still has his gaze fixated on Blaine. He leans back abruptly. “I like you. I like your energy and your focus. The job is yours.”

Blaine blinks, certain that he’s misheard. “What?”

“Unless there are any objections from the others here,” and all except for the bearded man shake their heads, “then we’ll have you sign the contract for the position. Congratulations, Blaine.” He extends his hand across the table.

Robert shakes his hand as well, a broad smile on his face. “Rehearsals start at the end of July. Brad will let you know the schedule. Welcome to the team.”

Blaine’s mind is reeling from this sudden change. “Okay. Who’s Brad?”

Robert points out the bearded man who is slinking out the door. He gives Blaine a blank nod. “Brad’s the music director for all of Ryan’s productions. You’ll be working under him. A good guy—don’t let his gruffness get you down. He’s like that with everybody.” He gathers his papers and the three men all shake his hand again and leave.

Marley squeezes his arm. “Congrats. I really was cheering for you.”

“Well, that was an odd way of doing things.” Mercedes says, echoing Blaine’s thoughts. “But you did good. It’ll be fun working with you.”

“Although, I think we’ll probably be working more with Brad, at least from my understanding.”

“Who really knows?” Mercedes says. “This songwriting business is more complicated than I thought it would be.”

Blaine can understand that.

Marley leans in and gives him a hug. “Again, congrats on the job. You really will be great.”

They both leave Blaine alone with his swirling thoughts. He fishes out his cell phone. “Hey, Coop. Yeah, I got the job. Looks like I’m moving to New York in a couple months.”

The excitement builds as he tells his brother about his success. He did it. His life will never be the same after this.

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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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IGNIS FATUUS

by CincoAdamantine

Inside the assembly hall crowded with medical professionals, the host came on the stage and was welcomed with warm silence.

HOST

(Deep breath, Sigh)

A pleasant evening to everyone, to our guests and to the host of our annual get together, Doctor Buenaventura and Family.

EVERYONE

(Claps)

HOST

And tonight! For our special fund raising event, we will be holding an auction for a cost. The money that we funded will be given to a charity for patients with heart disease. *Audience claps* For our first bidding, who would like to take home this luxurious painting titled lavandera, oil on board, 1928 by Fernando Amorsolo. *strides towards the painting* let’s start with the price of 100,000 pesos, anyone?

FELICITY

(Raise her hand)

110,000 pesos!

SEBASTIAN

120,000 pesos!

Felicity stares at Sebastian with shock and Sebastian look back with a little smirk. Felicity rolled her eyes as a reply.

HOST

(Smiled with excitement and ready his right hand for counting)

Going once… going twice.....

FELICITY

(Took a deep breath and stand up with poise)

1500,000 pesos!

SEBASTIAN

(Smirk and raised his right hand)

300,000 pesos!

Silence filled the air. Audience are waiting for another bidding. Smirk on Sebastian’s lips stayed. Felicity’s anger vanished with just one look of Sebastian’s deep black eyes.

HOST

I guess we have a winner! Mr. Austin! Come and claim your price.

Felicity’s eyes followed the man, who is walking towards the stage to get the painting. Sebastian faced the crowd and gave his deadly smile that melt Felicity’s anger. Felicity left the assembly hall not knowing that Sebastian is walking behind her.

SEBASTIAN

(Walk faster to block Felicity’s way to the exit)

Guess it’s not your lucky day huh?

FELICITY

(Raise his eyebrow)

Do you really need to mention it? Look, I do not really like boys who are so full of themselves. Therefore, you better shut your mouth, baby.

SEBASTIAN

(A small smile form on his lips)

You do not like boys who are so full of themselves. But you called someone like them ‘baby’. Am I right baby? I didn’t chase you to annoy. The truth is I want to give you the painting.

FELICITY

(Turns around to face Sebastian properly)

What do you want in return? My number?

Sebastian took his phone from her back pocket and gave it to Felicity. Felicity gave Sebastian a flirty smile and dialed her number on the phone. After giving Sebastian’s phone back, Felicity turns her back on him and left him hanging. Weeks later, Felicity received a text from an unknown number.

FELICITY

(Puts her pen down and read the text out loud)

Hi, can we go on a date? I would love to know you more.

Felicity remembered the man at the auction. She look up and think if she’s going to reply or not. She took a deep breath before typing her decision.

FELICITY

Can we? I mean…our parents are against this kind of situation. Daddy doesn’t want anything to do with your family. I just don’t to get caught.

Sebastian read the text from Felicity and felt the anger of being born by his parents who are the great rival of Felicity’s parents. He started playing with his phone by encircling it with his fingers. He keeps on doing that until he stopped.

SEBASTIAN

(Smirk with his own thought)

Can’t we keep it a secret from now? If it gets deeper then we’ll face it together. If not, then let’s just forget what happened between us.

The next day exactly 5:00 in the afternoon, a loud horn came from a mustang car in front of the coffee shop that Felicity decided to stay. A vibrate from her phone was felt by her. A text from Sebastian came. She did not read the text and just left the coffee shop and went near the mustang. The door opened and Felicity hop in.

SEBASTIAN

Where do you want to go?

FELICITY

(Made a humming sound)

Amusement park, please.

SEBASTIAN

(Smiled)

Amusement park it is.

Felicity squeal with delight when she goes out of the car and saw the roller coaster, Ferris wheel and other rides that Amusement park has. Sebastian smiled and shake his head because of Felicity’s cuteness.

FELICITY

(claps with pure happiness)

Get me one of the pink bears, Mr. Sebastian!

SEBASTIAN

(Laughs)

You are like a kid. Such a cutie.

FELICITY

(Blush)

H-Huh? I-I just w-want the bear that is all.

SEBASTIAN

(Holds Felicity’s hand and kiss the back part)

Don’t be shy. I’m just kidding.

Sebastian took the ball near the edge of the table and starting throwing the ball on the ring. Felicity smiled with the first shot. Until three shot was made and the man gave Felicity the bear.

FELICITY

(Shouted with glee)

Thank you, Basti!

Sebastian smiled and hold her hand but Felicity pulled her hand away.

FELICITY

(Whispering)

S-Someone might see us. I’m afraid, Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN

(Shakes his head)

They won’t. Trust me.

Sebastian holds her hand again. Then smiled at her for assurance. They walk towards the Ferris wheel, rode it together, and took selfies for memories.

FELICITY

(Taps Sebastian’s arms)

Look, we look cute together, Basti.

SEBASTIAN

(A questioning face was formed)

Why do you call me Basti?

FELICITY

(Smiled)

Because it’s cute.

Sebastian smiled at that thought. Texting turned into calls, calls turned into dates. Pictures were post on Instagram of Felicity. Relatives of her are starting to spread news about her and Sebastian dating.

FATHER

I heard that you are dating the son of our rival. I want you to reflect on what you are doing, Felicity. This is wrong. This is an act of selfishness because you are not thinking about me or your mother.

FELICITY

(Looks down)

B-But dad… Sebastian’s different.

FATHER

(Mad)

Break up with him, Felicity. I mean it.

The talk with her Father was clear that Sebastian was a rival. Felicity stayed inside her own library to study and decided to sleep when she have a break. She totally decided to stop her relationship with Sebastian.

SEBASTIAN

(Waiting at the side of the Mansion while kicking the stones on the ground)

Where are you Felicity?

FELICITY

(Whispered)

Sebastian?

Sebastian walks toward Felicity who is just 10 steps away from him.

SEBASTIAN

We need to talk. I fucking miss you, baby. Everyday, I don’t see you and you’re not texting me, it feels like I’m dying. I want to know the reason why you are doing this to me. You know that I love you, always. Right?

FELICITY

(Sigh)

This is wrong. We're not for each other. There are people who have seen us and we are aware even from the start that we can’t be because our family has rivalry.

SEBASTIAN

So? I can damn fight for us. Just dont leave me now and decide impulsively. I want you to think our happy moments and the reasons why are we here now.

FELICITY

(Tears starting to pool in her eyes)

I don’t want to be selfish, Sebastian. I’m thinking about my family now.

SEBASTIAN

(Holds her hand)

Please, I’m begging you. Let me love you fully. I-If you can’t fight for us then I’ll do it. J-Just let me

Felicity founds herself nodding at what Sebastian told her. Two days after, Sebastian still rarely gets any messages from Felicity and slowly, he’s losing his sanity. He has been hearing things about Felicity and another man and he’s not sure he can still hold himself together. While he was laying down on his king sized bed, he called Felicity and to no avail, he was directed to the voice mail.

SEBASTIAN

(Angrily throws his pillow)

I swear to God Felicity, if you didn’t meet me today I will kill myself. You understand? I will fucking kill myself.

Sebastian kept on texting and calling Felicity. He never stops on dialing Felicity’s number. He went back and forth inside his bedroom. His starting to throw things that are near him. Until Felicity answered his call.

SEBASTIAN

(Smile with pure happiness)

Baby?! Thank God you answered! I was su---

FELICITY

(Cold voice)

Meet me at the Art Museum tomorrow.

And with that, the call has ended. Sebastian’s smiled almost reach his ears. He picked up his pillow and lay down his bed. He’s so happy with the thought of him going on a date with his Felicity tomorrow. 2 in the afternoon, Sebastian came on the right time and stood near the entrance of the Museum hoping that Felicity is inside. Felicity saw Sebastian in the entrance and decided to let him wait for more minutes. Sebastian is starting to lose himself news starting to flash on her head that makes him more insane. He’s starting to call Felicity and texting her on where she is.

FELICITY

(Took a deep breath)

You can do this. It is just him. Do not be scared, Felicity.

She got out of the car and entered the Museum. Sebastian stood there near the door, emotionless. Felicity took a deep breath again and walk passed Sebastian and went towards the paintings. Sebastian followed her and wicked smile form on his lips when he smelled Felicity’s scent.

FELICITY

(Trembling)

This has to stop.

Sebastian didn’t replied. Felicity gathered all the courage despite the feeling of her feet shaking. She look back at Sebastian and fear consume all her body when she saw Sebastian’s eyes.

SEBASTIAN

What did you say?

FELICITY

(Manage to look directly at his eyes)

I-I said t-this has to stop. The something that we have. It has to stop, Sebastian. I-I can’t continue this

SEBASTIAN

(Grasps her arm hard)

What?

FELICITY

(Tears are starting to build)

I… I-I’m…. I’m getting m-married. I-I’m sorry

SEBASTIAN

(Grasps her arm harder that will surely leave a mark)

And you didn’t tell me earlier? I had to hear it from other people’s disgusting mouth? Did you ever think of what I would feel? This is selfish, Felicity. You are selfish.

FELICITY

(Tried to pull her arm back)

You’re hurting me, Sebastian. Please let go.

SEBASTIAN

No. You will go with me whether you like it or not. You will go with me or I will kill that guy you’re marrying.

Felicity tried to fight back but Sebastian made sure to shove her in his car violently that makes Felicity’s head hit the car’s door, which made her unconscious. Felicity woke up, feeling her headache. She was in an unfamiliar penthouse but she knew whose it is. Sebastian was beside her, stroking her hair gently. She had her hands and feet tied, making her hopeless.

SEBASTIAN

Princesses’ thirsts for happy endings, to live happy ever after. They fight for romance, they do everything for romance. *Pulled Felicity’s hair* I thought you are a princess, I thought you loved me. Was I not enough?!

FELICITY

(Weakly cries)

Please let me go. This isn’t you, Sebastian. Please I know deep inside you want to make me happy and set me free.

SEBASTIAN

(Slaps Felicity)

Shup up! you don’t know me. They don’t know me. People are goddamn easy to manipulate. They only want me for my looks and my money, and that makes me powerful. What else do you want?! I have everything, Felicity. And you choose that man? I bet you want him just because he’s a doctor.

FELICITY

(Tried pushing Sebastian away)

No, no that’s not it. Please

SEBASTIAN

You’ll have your happy ending with me.

Leans in to kiss Felicity. Felicity cried with so much fear. Sebastian hands are starting to roam around her body, which made Felicity fight back. Sebastian was enjoying her struggles; he finds entertainment with her body struggling to get away from his grip.

Sebastian’s left hand slowly presses around her neck, strangling her unconsciously making her lose her breath. Felicity didn’t move, her cheeks are pale. Sebastian let go of her neck and holds her shoulder.

SEBASTIAN

(Pokes Felicity’s cheeks)

Felicity? baby? Wake up baby.

FELICITY

(Opens her eyes)

Hi, baby

SEBASTIAN

(Smiles and hug Felicity)

I love you, baby.

Days go on and they lived a normal life together. Sebastian waking her up and Felicity giving him her usual sweet smile before walking out of the room. Sebastian entered the kitchen and found no food on the table. He just shrug his shoulders. Then went towards the cabinet to get some utensils.

SEBASTIAN

(Shouts)

Felicity? you seemed to forgot that you had to cook dinner again.

With the house’s gloomy atmosphere, Sebastian was greeted with nothing. After that incident, felicity seems to lost her ability to hear things that fast.

SEBASTIAN

(Opens the stove)

Felic---

FELICITY

(Hugs Sebastian from the back)

Sorry! I forgot, basti baby.

Holds Felicity’s hand and kiss it. Before facing her and kissing her forehead. Sebastian saw Felicity smile which made him smile too.

SEBASTIAN

(Kiss the tip of Felicity’s nose)

It’s okay, baby.

Dinner started, felicity was the usual reserve and quiet, not daring to touch her plate. Sebastian eyes her.

SEBASTIAN

(Shakes his head)

You’re not eating again, baby.

FELICITY

(Smiled)

I’m just tired. That’s all.

Every night, Sebastian could feel the suspiciously cold breeze from outside even though he always make sure that he turns the heater on. Sebastian turns around and hug Felicity to get body heat. He kiss Felicity’s shoulder.

SEBASTIAN

(Hugging Felicity harder)

You’re cold.

FELICITY

(Smiles)

You made me cold.

SEBASTIAN

(Surprise)

W-What?

Sebastian stand up and saw felicity’s rotting body. Realization hits Sebastian. He killed Felicity days ago and he didn’t realize it sooner. There on his bed is Felicity’s dead body, it is where he left her, it’s still on the exact same spot and position. That’s why she’s not cooking, not eating, barely closing her eyes and always cold. He realized it now, the one he’s been living with is his hallucination. He couldn’t grasp the reality anymore. Sebastian picks up gun from the drawer beside his bed and places it on his head

SEBASTIAN

(Glances at Felicity’s dead body)

I’ll be with you, love.

Then pulled the trigger.

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stillthewordgirl · 7 years

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Legends S1 rewatch, Pilot2 - part 1

Pilot 2 rewatch: Go!

And here we are in northern Norway.

Kendra asking if they can just go back and save Aldus. Rip notes that if you participate in events you took part in the first time around, “time will fall in on itself, creating a temporal vortex.” Interesting, considering what we now know about season 3.

“But they’re the next best thing. Len with the lean, and oh, the look at Sara. And, oh, the withering back! :) She has his number.

Rip asserting that they don’t remember he’s in charge. Leonard’s “No, I remember, I just don’t care.” I don’t think there’s a single more “Leonard” line in the show.

Rogue Canary and Stein at the auction, and Stein being all “special kind of crazy,” in Mick’s words.

Damien Darhk. And Sara has no idea. :( Whoof.

Ha. Didn’t notice this before. Stein to Savage: “As of a few seconds ago, I’m a nuclear power.” Longer than that, Martin!

Watching Sara fight is always fantastic. And there’s a the Atom music as Ray makes his appearance.

I had a theory at one point that Savage was going to try to make his own group of Legends. The holy glee on his face as he watches the Legends fight at this point...

I figured he was creating a hawk of his own, tried to replicate the Atom suit, took Mick as his own team criminal…and I can’t remember the rest of the theory. But I loved it for a while. 😊

Rip being a bit of a dick here considering he can’t lead his way out of a paper bag

You’re welcome, Norway. :)

#legends S1 rewatch #legends of tomorrow

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The Voice Performance Finale Recap: Did Maelyn Jarmon Sound Unbeatable?