The guy I've been in love with for three years talked to me. I'm sleepy. glee. Yeah. I'm tired of school, honestly, I have so much homework and crap. gahhhhhh.
:P
It's short today. I'm tired.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Drabble: The Daddy Diaster
Kurt looked dumbfoundedly at the crib in front of him. His son, Toronto, was sleeping peacefully, and at two years old, looked so much like Kurt it was adorable. Rachel had agreed to being the mother, so long as she got to maintain a relationship with the child. Good thing, too, because Rachel and Blaine looked so much alike, Toronto actually looked like his and Blaine's kid.
Everything had been going great the past two years. But now he had a dilemna.
"Blaine?" He whisper-shouted, hoping his husband would wake up. "Blaine!"
"Mm?" The dark haired male gumbled, sitting up in the king sized bed in the bedroom of the tiny New York apartment.
"Tori is sucking his thumb!" Kurt panicked. "Now he's going to have crooked teeth, and he's going to have to wear braces in middle school and that's just not cool and now no guy or girl will want to marry him because he has crooked teeth and-"
"Kurt," Blaine said gently, getting up to place a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Just put the pacifer in it's place. We can get the habit to break soon, okay? Calm down and come to bed."
Blue eyes blinking, Kurt smiled softly and looked to admire his baby once more. Sqaure jaw, pale skin, small nose (like Kurt), and dark tumbling brown hair and a wide mouth (like Rachel, and therefore like Blaine). "Okay."
He kissed his husband softly before climbing back into bed with him, falling asleep quickly.
Everything had been going great the past two years. But now he had a dilemna.
"Blaine?" He whisper-shouted, hoping his husband would wake up. "Blaine!"
"Mm?" The dark haired male gumbled, sitting up in the king sized bed in the bedroom of the tiny New York apartment.
"Tori is sucking his thumb!" Kurt panicked. "Now he's going to have crooked teeth, and he's going to have to wear braces in middle school and that's just not cool and now no guy or girl will want to marry him because he has crooked teeth and-"
"Kurt," Blaine said gently, getting up to place a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Just put the pacifer in it's place. We can get the habit to break soon, okay? Calm down and come to bed."
Blue eyes blinking, Kurt smiled softly and looked to admire his baby once more. Sqaure jaw, pale skin, small nose (like Kurt), and dark tumbling brown hair and a wide mouth (like Rachel, and therefore like Blaine). "Okay."
He kissed his husband softly before climbing back into bed with him, falling asleep quickly.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Why I Think High School Stereotypes Could Be Proven Correct (And A Klaine Idea)
Yep. I'm going here. SO today, I was walking myself innocently to class, and the principal stops me. Of course, I'm not going to walk away, so I smile and I'm polite and ask why he stopped me. He motions Carlee, the head cheerleader for freshman, and says that she needs someone to lug five cheer mats to the old lunchroom (where the cheerleaders practice) and vacuum them, and he thought that I wouldn't mind.
Here's the thing, I am incapable of saying NO. So what does dumb little me say? "Oh yeah, sure, I'd love to do it." No, I wouldn't. Why can't Carlee and the rest of her perfect squad vaccum their own mats? They have arms and legs. Now, I live in the South, like, way down in Alabama. So it's generally considered to be nice to do nice things for people- like pretty much everywhere else. But in my town, you're expected to go above and beyond for other people. Now, I'm all for being like that, but...well...I honestly didn't want to.
I spent fifth and sixth period running all around campus, getting GIGANTIC cheer mats, putting them down in the lunchroom, and then RUNNING back to get other ones. Once all five were in the lunchroom, I vaccumed. It wasn't a cute little house vaccum, it was a whopping industrial thing. My arm still hurts from pushing that thing around. Once I'm done (and I've missed two whole classes. I'm taking AP classes. This ain't gonna work.) she's all, "Thanks." Not even enthusiastic. No hug or anything. And the principal is all, "You did a good thing today," and just walks away.
AND THEN, at the pep rally, Carlee is all cheering and stuff, and then the guy I've liked for forever (since like kindergarten) starts grinding on her. That is not appropriate. At all. Especially with the guy I like.
In conclusion, Carlee is a walking stereotype. She is perfect, has blonde hair and blue eyes, and is mean as all get out. Who makes someone vacuum their own squad's mats whilst sitting on her behind and texting? Yeah. I cannot wait to leave this town, as soon as I graduate.
Crappy, crappy Friday.
BUT ANYHWHO! Klaine and all that. Klaine makes everything better. :) I was thinking about a sequel to Dalton Goes Disney. I was gonna call it 'Gleeks Go Beach' but that's a WIP title. Since Blaine is at McKinley now (soo much love) I figured it would be New Directions going all Florida. IDK. Tell me what you think.
-Juliet
Here's the thing, I am incapable of saying NO. So what does dumb little me say? "Oh yeah, sure, I'd love to do it." No, I wouldn't. Why can't Carlee and the rest of her perfect squad vaccum their own mats? They have arms and legs. Now, I live in the South, like, way down in Alabama. So it's generally considered to be nice to do nice things for people- like pretty much everywhere else. But in my town, you're expected to go above and beyond for other people. Now, I'm all for being like that, but...well...I honestly didn't want to.
I spent fifth and sixth period running all around campus, getting GIGANTIC cheer mats, putting them down in the lunchroom, and then RUNNING back to get other ones. Once all five were in the lunchroom, I vaccumed. It wasn't a cute little house vaccum, it was a whopping industrial thing. My arm still hurts from pushing that thing around. Once I'm done (and I've missed two whole classes. I'm taking AP classes. This ain't gonna work.) she's all, "Thanks." Not even enthusiastic. No hug or anything. And the principal is all, "You did a good thing today," and just walks away.
AND THEN, at the pep rally, Carlee is all cheering and stuff, and then the guy I've liked for forever (since like kindergarten) starts grinding on her. That is not appropriate. At all. Especially with the guy I like.
In conclusion, Carlee is a walking stereotype. She is perfect, has blonde hair and blue eyes, and is mean as all get out. Who makes someone vacuum their own squad's mats whilst sitting on her behind and texting? Yeah. I cannot wait to leave this town, as soon as I graduate.
Crappy, crappy Friday.
BUT ANYHWHO! Klaine and all that. Klaine makes everything better. :) I was thinking about a sequel to Dalton Goes Disney. I was gonna call it 'Gleeks Go Beach' but that's a WIP title. Since Blaine is at McKinley now (soo much love) I figured it would be New Directions going all Florida. IDK. Tell me what you think.
-Juliet
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Life is Good, Kind Of
You are probably here because I've been advertisting on FanFiction for you to come here. Yay, you did. Here, you learn more about me, and I post exclusive drabbles for my stories, mostly Klaine and the 'Story of A Girl' verse. I love the characters, so I like peeking into the lives of them.
Sometimes I rant. Yes, a full-on Rachel Berry rant. It's all okay, though. Plus you guys will get to hear about my current crush all of the time. Yay...
I don't have a tumblr yet. It all confuses me. ):
Welp, I hope you guys come back. Here's a little view to keep you satisfied for a few hours:
Sometimes I rant. Yes, a full-on Rachel Berry rant. It's all okay, though. Plus you guys will get to hear about my current crush all of the time. Yay...
I don't have a tumblr yet. It all confuses me. ):
Welp, I hope you guys come back. Here's a little view to keep you satisfied for a few hours:
Mm. That is some fine stuff. Why didn't he take his WHOLE shirt off? :O I'm so confused.
-Juliet
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