Simultaneously the worst and best movie ever made
Actually one of my teachers watched every single version of Romeo and Juliet with the original text in front of him to prove that this was the worst version, but to his great dismay its the most accurate film adaptation of it, with the lines closest to the original text and most similar stage direction and relayed emotions.
He proceeded to show it to us in class.
Later, Blaine admits to Kurt that he doesn’t like how the “balance has shifted” between them. He feels insecure now that Kurt doesn’t need to be protected by him and he feels like he is ‘losing for the first time’ in their relationship. This is not a good moment for Blaine. What he’s saying - that Kurt is meant to be the weak and ignored one - is actually really offensive, and yet he’s the one whining, playing the victim and demanding to be catered for.
Kurt reassures Blaine that he will always love him and that if he’s struggling, he needs to be honest. It all ends well, but we can’t be the only ones feeling like this couple just don’t work anymore?"
I wonder if Ryan Murphy regrets that tweet now. Quick rewrite of ep20 anyone?
When the ‘Tested’ episode aired, Lea, Darren, Chord and Ryan were live tweeting. Both Darren and Chord tweeted that Ryan had just told them that Klaine were breaking up soon. Lea tweeted that ‘all this Klaine fighting was making her concerned…’
Cue drama amongst the Klainers.
So, Ryan retweeted Darren’s tweet with the response ‘Untrue. I support my Klaine.’ Basically strongly implying there would be no break up. He also told a Klainer who sent him a whining tweet about all the Klaine fighting to ‘have faith’.
Colorztrauma - I saw your tag. I can offer you something that kind of slightly might in a teeny weeny way resemble hope.
It’s semantics I know - but Ryan could claim that he was referring to the ‘Klaine’ relationship overall. That they might break up romantically but they will always love each other and be best friends, rather than break up bitterly and never talk to each other again.
After I gave up on the idea of Blaine leaving (and before I saw this tweet) I actually thought this was where they were heading - with Blaine and (mainly) Kurt realizing that the romantic side of their relationship wasn’t working any more because they were no longer ‘in’ love with each other. That they would be better as friends.
Then I saw the tweet and was like ‘whaaat?’ - because I really can’t reconcile in my head them staying together with what we’re seeing on the screen. So, I don’t know, but with the mainstream media noticing the problems, and the fans jumping off the Klaine ship (and they are), and the ‘Free Kurt from Blaine’ worldwide trend, they might rethink their position.
I hope they do, because lately I’ve been thinking that in ep 20, Samcedes will plan a wedding, decide it’s too soon at the last minute, and Klaine will jump in and get married in their place….(via melbluesblog)
Book Quotes: - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Wormtail was the only one who didn’t laugh. “I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail,” he said anxiously, “but I couldn’t think what else-” “How thick are you, Wormtail?” said James impatiently. “You run round with a werewolf once a month-“
But seriously, can we talk about Lupin’s joke about having to write some removed, academic essay about a part of his real-life existence? Because as a neurodivergent psychology student, this feeling is really familiar - the weirdness (seriously it’s almost like an out-of-body experience) of re-learning about who and what you are in an intellectual, “objective” setting, and then having to write and talk about it using those same detached, intellectual terms, even though for you it is close and personal and anything but intellectual or academic or “objective.” And you know that you’re going to hear students (and maybe the teacher) talking about it in these theory-based ways that don’t at all match up with your real-life experience of it, and you’re just going to have to sit there and listen because “everyone’s entitled to their opinion” and you can’t explain without “outing” yourself that what’s just an “opinion” for them is a fact of life for you. Because the underlying automatic assumption of the whole class is that no one in it has the condition you’re discussing. That “normal people,” people who can succeed in classes like this, aren’t also werewolves - or autistic, or mentally ill. That all disability exists in this theoretical, clinical world that’s separate from the real world of “normal” people, and that it only happens to hypothetical, “other” people, not to the person sitting at the desk next to yours. Not to you yourself. THAT is able-bodied/neurotypical privilege.
And Lupin deals with that, in part, by making this joke. He’s joking, but he’s joking in part about how profoundly bizarre it feels that he has to reiterate a list of impersonal, clinical symptoms observed by non-werewolves, instead of just talking about his own experiences.
(Great gifset by the way :3 )
also even if you do let them know that this is all your lived experience they usually just tell you you’re wrong and then you are looked down on even more and obviously you don’t ~understand~ what is actually going on or you’re lying ext.
my family has a metric fuckton of mental illness, myself included. the entire psych block I felt like I was on a tiny boat drifting farther and farther from my classmates on the shore, as I sat there matching personal memories with powerpoint slides. we were watching a video of a disorganized type schizophrenic, of course he kept doing ridiculous things (because his neural firing patterns are tangled to bits), and students kept laughing. these are not high school or undergrad students, they are med students. future physicians of america - entrusted with patient lives and health. I kept thinking of my family member with this illness, of her pain and struggle. I kept thinking ‘this isn’t right’, I kept thinking ‘these people have no idea what it is like to be betrayed by their own brains’.
I understand that sometimes physicians must rely on morbid humor to keep enough emotional distance from the death and suffering they may see on a daily basis. This was not that morbid humor, and really, it wasn’t OK. If you aren’t adult enough to at least suppress laughter out of respect for a patient, you don’t belong in med school. If it was a video of a patient with Parkinson’s or Huntington’s with bizarre movements, you wouldn’t laugh. If it was a cancer patient experiencing neurotoxic side effects from chemotherapy, you wouldn’t laugh. so why the hell is it OK for mental illness?
sorry,i think i went totally off topic at the end there.
Oh, thank you so much! :D I always love hearing from the people who read my stories — especially when I’ve actually managed to make things a little better for people. :D
this could be me. and maybe in the near future I’ll do a post about all your amazing Tim fics.
Actually, I’m not a Blarrenstan thank you very much. I was just asking for some help, if you don’t want to see the post just ignore it. It was a sincere question, THAT’S ALL. I didn’t say anything rude, or offensive, all I did was ask a question.
So if I have a sincere question about Will Sherrod I’m allowed to tag it #Darren Criss and when I get pissed off people telling me to learn how to tag and asking what Darren has to do with Will all I have to do is tell them if they “don’t want to see the post just ignore it”? And did you really tag that post #chrisneyland? Why?
Okay, before you go in - there is a reason this is horribly clichéed and kind of awful…please read until the end ;-)
That said- here is NYADA weaponry class inspired nc17 PWPness with Spartan!Kurt, for daftydraw :)
(and I shall go hide in a hole under the ground and pray my parents never find out what I did)-and came, shaking, all over his hand under the covers, his other hand grapsing and pulling at the toy between his legs.Kurt moved back and forth, in turn thrusting into the body beneath him and impaling himself on the warrior’s organ until he felt himself tighten with need-The warrior knelt behind Kurt and lined himself up, waiting for Kurt to pull back from the other man before he thrust himself inside. Kurt groaned, pressed forward into the other man’s body in response and electing a moan from underneath him. They were linked together, Kurt pinned between them, like a chain of lust, and the other men in the tent looked on, every single one of them hard with desire.Another pair joined Kurt on the carpet. A handsome man with shortly cropped black hair carried a flask of scented oil and helped to position his friend, a lithe brown-haired male with many freckles on his skin, so that Kurt could watch them as one prepared the other for penetration. Kurt watched them through lidded eyes while the blond man sucked him almost to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore- then he cupped the man’s jaw and signalled for him to stop. He was fully erect now, and the disappointment on the blond’s flushed face was heartbreaking. Kurt got up on his knees and kissed him, burying both his hands in the man’s curly locks while he spread his legs a little. It was the warrior’s cue. He also produced a flask of oil, and with skilled fingers, reached between Kurt’s legs to stretch him. Kurt let himself be tugged and pulled for a moment, swaying a little as he clung to the blond man for support, and then let him go and beckoned for the brown-haired man. He was a prince, his body well-cared for, and his hands soft, never having known a day of manual labour. His father, lord of the city, had been the one to nominate him. He came eagerly and got on his hands and knees in front of Kurt. Kurt pressed his fingers inside of him, caressing him for a moment and making sure he was ready. The young prince sighed and pressed back, lowering himself on his elbows, and Kurt quickly gave him what he wanted and replaced his fingers with his cock. He thrust in and out of the prince’s body slowly, setting a pace, and then looked over his shoulder for the other man to join them.Kurt made his round through the gathering of eager men, whispering a few words here, swiping a lingering caress there, until all knew what was expected of them. He sank down into the pillows and made himself comfortable.Kurt smiled contentedly and rose from his pillows on the floor. Though the Spartan army travelled light and commodities were- as you would expect- Spartan, being their fearless leader had some perks. Kurt’s tent was the only one to have a carpeted floor, and it was spacious enough to room several men; which was exactly what it was doing right now. Kurt surveyed the men standing in front of him. They varied in age, race, build and profession. Technically, they were slaves; men from cities sacked (or ‘liberated’, depending on whose view you took), taken to service Kurt in his travelling seraglio. Some had always been slaves, others were warriors, poets, laborers, or even young lords and princes. Yet none of them was there against their will- whenever Kurt’s army conquered a town, Kurt would demand the citizens to nominate ten of their finest men as a living tax for his male harem. His only requisite was that they volunteered. He would then handpick one or two, sometimes three to join the Spartan army. Life in his harem was a priviledge- food, housing and protection was provided for, friendships were encouraged and rivalry suppressed. If it happened that a slave expressed the desire to leave, they could- though their native city would have to send a replacement. It was an honour, rather than a punishment; a way Kurt had of showing his new subjects he appreciated their native beauty. And appreciate it he did.Kurt always made an effort to communicate his desires in the slaves’ native language; he spoke many and a basic Greek was spoken by almost all. If no commmon tongue could be found, he’d simply direct them with a gentle touch of his pale fingers. The language of love, after all, was universal.
One young man picked up an oud and plucked its strings; another joined him and started singing in a clear, melodious voice. A third started a slow dance, rolling his muscles and contorting his oiled body in many arousing poses. A pale, blond man with broad shoulders came up to Kurt and knelt down between his legs, licking his lips and, with a nod of permission from Kurt, started to unfasten Kurt’s breeches. A blackskinned man with many battle scars on his chest joined them, though for now, he only set to work on massaging Kurt’s shoulders as the blond man took Kurt’s half-hard erection into his mouth.He was breathing heavily. Holy fuck. That was intense. He carefully slipped the black dildo- a remnant of a more adventurous sexlife with Adam- out of his ass and wobbled to the bathroom on sealegs. He washed his hands and desinfected the toy, and then went back to his empty bed. As he glanced at the picture of him and Blaine on his nightstand (next to a paperback copy of Arabian Knights), he felt a twang of guilt for masturbating to his fantasy of his NYADA weaponry class peers, but then he remembered what he had seen on Blaine’s laptop and cleared his conscience. He crawled back under the covers and wrapped his arms around Bruce, leaving the dildo on the extra pillow next to him. He might need it again- the night was long, and there were quite a few men in his imaginary tent that hadn’t had their turn yet.
I just want Kurt to be surrounded by cute gay/bi/pan boy friends, and then one day he comes in like ‘yeah, finally ended it with Blaine’
and his friends all have this ‘how long do we have to be nice supportive sympathetic friends, before we start coming on to him? I don’t want to be insensitive, but I don’t want one of our other friends to get in there first…’ moment
and they all just give each other this look like ‘no matter what, we’re all still friends, but this situation is every man for himself I’m afraid’
Want fic now. multiple fics.
It’s one thing to masturbate. It’s another to leave your porn website up in between making creamy dishes for your fiance. Even if you forgot to clear your browsing history, under the circumstance that you understood your fiance is really, really not happy with porn in general, who would leave the porn site up for him to find?
Maybe the kind of guy who has so little respect for his partner that he’ll dance with another guy all night right in front of him, roll his eyes when he tries to bring up legitimate complaints about cheating, not take no for an answer, rewrite things that happened so they’re all the ‘love of his life’s’ fault, and is jealous, rather than proud, of his SOULMATE for making a comeback and being thought of as a hero after saving someone’s life and being beaten unconscious as a consequence.
This post was supposed to be a short observation, but I can only rant these days.
shadowc44 said: Heh, the kind of guy who would prefer to jack off to porn, rather than have sex with his hotter-than-ever boyfriend…there’s got to be more going on there than he stated. He’s essentially a coward.
Just something i doodled after watching S05E16
That makes perfect sense since the “Defying Gravity” storyline was inspired by the almost identical thing happening in Chris’s own life.
kinneylicious said: actually it was on twitter so it was after season 1
yeah I don’t think he was on twitter until the start of season 3.
or was it earlier? because didn’t he tweet early in the summer between S2 and S3 when he claimed that the original cast was going to be cut loose after S3? (that’s how Chris found out, and either Ian or Brad had to “clarify” what Ryan said in their own tweets)
I think there was a definite point where the above quote became no longer true—and was replaced by its opposite: “Chris never gets anything he wants.” And I wonder what precipitated it.