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angelhummel · 2 years
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Glee + Reductress Headlines (53/?)
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gleesongtournament · 11 months
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Glee Song Tournament Round 2
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gleepolls · 11 months
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tuiyla · 1 year
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Can u imagine Whitney and maribel constantly sending each other pics of their grandchildren and awwwwww-ing, that's all their chat history is, just all grandbabies all the time. They might not have hit it off right away but once they got those grandchildren they were instant bffs
Maribel and Whitney are constantly making snide comments in public, Maribel muttering under her breath about Whitney's latest eccentricity and Whitney flat out trolling her. And then Santana's like, ffs why can't you get along? To which they both look confused and proclaim that they love each other and constantly gush about their joint families in their private chat. They just have a very different tone in person lol. The grandkids especially would really unite them even if they go about (grand)parenting differently.
I also HC that Whitney knew about the girls and Santana's sexuality before Maribel did and the fact that the Pierces took care of Santana when she couldn't hurts Maribel's pride a bit but she's just grateful Santana had that safe space. Both before she came out because she could be more open there and after when sometimes the Lopez house just reminded her of Alma too damn much.
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buffynha · 1 year
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Mama Lopez' Rules
By jerzeyredhead
One-Shot. Mama Lopez comes home early and finds Santana and Brittany in a compromising position. Now she has to give them the house rules of dating. T for some course language and sexual situations.
Rated: Fiction T
Genre: Family/Humor
Pairing: [Brittany P., Santana L.], Maribel L.
Status: Complete
Chapters: one shot
Words: 2,853
Published: Jan 6, 2012
Conversations with Mama Lopez
By jerzeyredhead
This continues "Mama Lopez' Rules" – the week Santana is grounded and her mother is working from home. Rated T for mature-ish content and some bad language. Post 3x09. A little bit of Brittany, but mostly Santana and her Mama. This is a happy story!
Rated: Fiction T
Genre: Family/Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: [Brittany P., Santana L.], Maribel L.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 8
Words: 18,500
Published: Jan 14, 2012
Updated: Jan 23, 2012
Mama Lopez's Valentine's Day Rules
By jerzeyredhead
Santana is planning her first Valentine's Day date with Brittany. Mama Lopez tries to help and enforce some rules. Continues the adventures from Conversations with Mama Lopez and Mama Lopez' Rules. Mostly T, but M for later sexy times. This is happy!
Rated: Fiction M
Genre: Romance/Family
Pairing: [Brittany P., Santana L.], Maribel L.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 6
Words: 9,721
Published: Feb 5, 2012
Updated: Feb 14, 2012
Graduating with Mama Lopez
By jerzeyredhead
Santana and Quinn help Brittany with summer school, so Santana and Brittany can go to New York together. Mama Lopez is, as always, there to help. Mostly T, for swearing, but rated M for sweet lady loving in later chapters. Set after 3x22.
Rated: Fiction M
Genre: Family/Friendship
Pairing: [Brittany P., Santana L.], Maribel L., Quinn F.
Status: Complete
Chapters: 28
Words: 90,642
Published: May 26, 2012
Updated: Feb 24, 2013
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Here’s the second chapter
inspired by this post from @angelhummel and this fic
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unholybinchicken · 6 months
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I don't think I'm reaching when I say that We Need To Talk About Santana by Sincerely_Sierra on AO3 is an objectively better series than the H*rry P*tter series by that terf
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film-a-day · 2 years
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Pan's Labyrinth (2006)
Directed by Guillermo del Toro.
Starring Sergi Lopez, Maribel Verdu, Ivana Baquero, Doug Jones, Ariadna Gil.
Genre: Fantasy, war, drama
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tparadox · 2 months
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Yesterday's Movies gets lost in Pan's Labyrinth
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Pan’s Labyrinth. Estudios Picasso 2006.
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makingcontact · 4 months
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But Next Time Part 2: Language Justice and the Road to Recovery After Disaster (Encore)
But Next Time hosts Rose and Chrishelle pose for a photo with members of indigenous language radio show, Radio Autóctona Indigenista on KBBF.Credit: Leah Mahan This week we continue delving into community-rooted disaster relief in California, from wildfires to the pandemic. From building mutual aid networks, to translating emergency messages in common local languages, we see in action the…
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gleesongtournament · 11 months
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Glee Song Tournament Round 1
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tuiyla · 1 year
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Do you ever get emotional about Santana and her two moms (in the barn scene)? She didn't even officially have two moms at that time but she was so happy to be there with her future wife and their moms. Such a softie! (what I wouldn't give for at least one more scene of low-key mama lopez and mama pierce rivalry, before they became bffs, naturally)
I just read this in the notification "Do you ever get emotional about Santana" and I immediately was like YES. Lmao.
In general I love and get emotional about how soft Santana is in A Wedding. Apart from the Sue stuff and relative to herself, she's so easy-going and chill and just wants to marry the love of her life without worrying about much else. She's unabashedly in love and I love that for her. I've been getting emotional about the wedding a lot recently. That might or might not be because of an upcoming set.
What I wouldn't give for more Pierce and Lopez families content in general but I would have loved to see Whitney interact with Santana more. And Maribel and Whitney, of course, because Maribel seems like such a no-nonsense woman who I think adores Brittany but Whitney really tests her patience. They'd be a riot for sure. And Whitney would be actively trolling her because Britt gets that from her. Aww I love thinking about their joint families, warm fuzzy feeling. I wrote about the family dynamics waaaay back in this post.
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othergaywarbler · 5 months
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cryscendo · 5 months
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kurt hummel in every performance
6x08 - A Wedding
I’m So Excited - Maribel Lopez, Whitney Pierce, Carole Hudson-Hummel, Pam Anderson, and The Troubletones
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daisyishedwig · 4 months
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December Klaine Fanworks Challenge Day 2 - Bikini
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When Blaine Anderson’s father married Santana Lopez’s mother, he was unaware of the exact level of chaos she would bring into the Anderson household. Of course the whole affair had been chaos. He’d come home for spring break to find the whole house in a flurry and Cooper lounging on his bed. 
“Didn’t you hear?” he’d asked. “We’re gonna have a sister!”
Blaine thought his dad’s girlfriend was pregnant. He did not expect the Latina spitfire that was Santana Lopez to shake up his life.
He met Santana for the first time at the wedding as he did his best to fade into the shadows, desperate to avoid every extended family member asking if he had a girlfriend yet and how school was going, ignoring the fact that he was repeating his sophomore year because he spent most of the last one in the hospital recovering from a hate crime.
She’d quite literally run into him as she bustled around barking orders at anyone and everyone to make sure that her mother’s special day was perfect. 
“You,” she snapped, “where’s your brother?”
“I don’t know,” he said.
She rolled her eyes and mumbled something under her breath in Spanish. “Find him,” she ordered, “and give him this.” She thrust a piece of paper at him. “It’s his best man speech, and you let him know that if he even thinks of adlibbing, I will personally castrate him, comprendo?”
“C-comprendo’,” Blaine stuttered. 
She looked him up and down and gave a firm nod. “You clean up nice,” she said and left.
Blaine was, of course, not unused to chaos. He found plenty of it in the dorms at Dalton. You stick a hundred teenage boys in a building together with minimal adult supervision and there wasn’t much else you could expect. 
But his weekends spent at home in Lima were always quiet. With Cooper in LA and his dad always traveling for business, he had the house to himself most of the time. He’d been essentially an only child since he was eight, and with his parents divorced and his mother moving to Italy, he was used to being alone. He was okay with it. 
But now there were people at his house all the time. Maribel was of course around whenever she wasn’t away with his father. But Santana always had her best friend over, to the point Blaine wondered if Britney actually lived with them too. And there was a string of football players and cheerleaders running through his house every weekend to the point that Blaine had started to spend most of his off-campus days at Nick’s to avoid them all. 
But then Summer hit, and he couldn’t avoid his house for three months. 
And now, there was a boy with a mohawk wandering around his room in only swim trunks like he belonged there and he and Blaine were old friends and not complete strangers. 
Blaine stood in his doorway in shock, having just come back from the bathroom to discover the intruder. “Can I help you?” he asked, pushing himself to his full height to show he wouldn’t be intimidated. 
But he was intimidated. Very intimidated. And the show of strength was probably mitigated by the gentle tremble of his shoulders as his body shook with anxiety. 
“Oh, hey,” the boy said, looking up from where he’d been studying the pictures tucked into Blaine’s mirror. “You’re the brother, yeah?”
“No,” Blaine said dryly, “I’m the maid’s son, clearly.”
The boy frowned, “The maid’s son can afford to go to the sissy prep school?” he said, pointing to pictures of Blaine in his Dalton uniform with Nick and Jeff and some of the other Warblers. 
Blaine folded his arms across his chest to hide the way his whole body tried to flee out of his room at that moment. “Yes, I’m the brother,” he bit out, “one of them at least. And who are you?”
“I’m Puck,” he said with a grin, “one of Santana’s friends.”
“I assumed that,” Blaine said stiffly, “and what are you doing in my room?”
“Oh, just checking some intel from Santana,” he said.
Blaine’s eyes narrowed. “Intel?”
“Yeah, she said you’re gay. I’m just confirming.”
Blaine stilled, his blood running cold. He and Santana hadn’t talked much with him being at Dalton most of the time. And he’d certainly not talked to her about his sexuality, which meant either she’d heard it from someone in the family, or she’d presumed. And in any case, she thought that was information that was not only pertinent but safe to share with a boy who looked like he spent half his time in the principal's office for dumping queer kids in a dumpster.
“Puckerman,” Santana’s voice beside him made Blaine almost jump out of his skin. She had appeared beside Blaine silently, wearing a black lace coverup over her red bikini, dripping water on the hardwood floor of Blaine’s bedroom. “Stop scaring my brother and go help Finn with the meat.”
Puck grimaced. “I thought Kurt was grilling.”
Santana folded her arms and stared him down. “He was, and then Sam pulled him into the pool and now he’s angrily fixing his hair in my bathroom.”
“Fucking Evans,” Puck grumbled, “Finn can’t grill worth a damn,” but he slid past Blaine and out the door. Blaine flinched away from him, hugging himself tightly.
“Hey,” Santana said, putting a hand on his shoulder. He pulled away sharply and avoided her eyes. “Ignore Puck, he’s harmless.”
Blaine's heart was still hammering in his chest.
“You should come outside and swim,” she said with a jerk of her head, “you’re starting to look a little too much like your dad with that pallid skin.”
“No, thank you,” Blaine said tersely. He picked up a book from his desk and sat on his bed. He opened it to have something to do with his hands, but the words on the page were illegible blurs through his eyes. He blinked firmly to try and clear his tears, but all it did was force them to run down his face in rivulets. 
“Blaine,” Santana started. 
Blaine glared up at her. “What?” he snapped, and he could feel the full body shakes beginning, knew he was long past stopping this panic attack. “Are you going to apologize for outing me to your friends? For thinking there was any way I’d be comfortable with your friends knowing about me? Like people like them aren’t the reason I’m at a private school to begin with?”
“They’re not–,” she started but Blaine cut her off.
“Whatever,” he hissed. He stood quickly and crossed the room to her. “Keep your friends out of my room,” he said sharply before slamming the door in her face.
It wasn’t much later that Blaine heard a knock on his door. He’d just managed to make it to his bed, exhausted in the comedown from his panic attack, and was about to call Nick for an emergency extraction. 
“Go away, Santana,” he shouted.
“It’s not Santana,” a soft voice called. Blaine glanced to the side to check that he had indeed locked his door. He then looked to his window and began contemplating how difficult it would be to climb out of it if he needed to.
“Look,” the voice said, “I just wanted to check that you’re okay. I heard… well I only caught the tale end of what just happened, but you seemed pretty shaken up.”
Blaine furrowed his bed and stood up. He crossed the room to his door and opened it a crack. “Why do you care?” he asked, peeking out.
On the other side of the door was a boy not much older than him with chestnut hair and blue eyes so bright they almost took Blaine’s breath away.
“Because I know what it’s like to be scared of Noah Puckerman, and I know he forgets that not everyone knows about his secret soft side.” The boy gave him a sympathetic smile. “Can I come in?”
Blaine looked him up and down and his brow furrowed deeper. “You don’t look like a football player,” he said.
“Not anymore, last year I was the kicker, but this year I’m just in Glee.”
Blaine straightened up at that and pulled the door open wider. “You’re in the New Directions?”
The boy looked mildly surprised. “Yeah… so is Santana, and Puck, and everyone else here.”
“You’re all in Glee club? Isn’t that… aren’t you guys like the bottom of the pecking order at your school?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much. Just a bunch of misfits and losers.” 
Blaine blinked in confusion. “But Santana’s a cheerleader.”
“You two really haven’t gotten to talk much, have you?”
Blaine shook his head.
“Well,” he said, “I’m Kurt, and if you’d allow me to apologize for Noah, I’d love to introduce you to everyone else. It is kind of my fault he was up here accosting you.”
“What do you mean?” Blaine asked.
Kurt flushed, looking down. “Well, you see, I might have developed a bit of a crush on you, when Santana shared pictures from the wedding. Puck was just making sure I wasn’t going to fall in love with another straight boy. So I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” Blaine breathed. “Um… apology accepted?”
Kurt grinned. “And if you’d come downstairs, I’m sure some of my world-famous cheesecake would make you feel better.”
Blaine laughed softly. “I’d like that.”
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