#poophead

Thanks @martsonmars for tagging me. I’m dead tired, since I was in Rotterdam all day, but I will post this on a Sunday.

First, more e pare stella stuff. For a little context, Simon’s gardening when Baz asks him go come inside.

I drop my trowel at the door. I don’t like that he’s not talking, which means that Rosemary isn’t allowed to know. She’s now at the age where she’s understanding things more properly, but she’s also started echoing our words. Our teacher once called me to school, since Rosemary was being mean to other children. Turns out she was calling everyone a twat. It was very weird to explain to her teacher that I call my husband a twat with affection.

I got some I’d cry a river just for you as well. (Speaking of Klaine, though, the snippet above is inspired by a Klaine fic. I wonder if someone knows which one.). It was pretty fun to be in Rotterdam although I do have to rewrite parts of my first chapter now that I’ve actually been on a metro ride in Rotterdam. But, like, I’m a southener. Can you blame me for not knowing how the metro works?

After planning and a lot of talks between Blaine’s parents and Kurt’s dad, it’s finally happening. Of course they’re seeing RENT, but they’re also going to Wicked and to a show called the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, since Blaine’s mom thinks that educational shows are important too.

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Blaine’s mom is visibly regretting every step she’s taken to get here, since the Spelling Bee is not an educational show. Kurt and Blaine’s mom are sitting next to each other and Kurt tries not to laugh when he sees Blaine’s mom’s reactions. Blaine’s on stage, since he got picked to be a speller from the audience. The audience loudly cooed and awww’ed when Blaine first appeared, since he stands out between the adult cast members and guest spellers, but he’s survived his first spelling round.

That thirsty look though Amy lmao

Read left to right

look at that i look less stupid

Who is my brain? What does my brain control? That's right, the answer to both questions is ME, dumbass.

I AM MY BRAIN, BITCH

I AM MY CHOICES