remember when i made this okcupid account
- don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you
- a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’
- or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’
What if they made a Tumblr musical about a forbidden love affair between a hipster blogger and a fandom blogger.
I WOULD WATCH THAT.
“i can’t be with you because i can’t hold back the sherlock feels” weeps the fangirl, crumpled on the floor.
the hipster boy clasps her hand and pulls out his watercolor brush. “i will try to fix you” he singsongs in a voice like helvetica
OH MY GOD
so guys, anyone up for it? ;D
Kurtcheltana + Blamtie + seeing each other naked. Or, five times someone got embarrassed and the one time they didn’t.
Sam + Rachel
Tossing his keys into the bowl by the door, Sam toes off his shoes and heads for the fridge, intending to get comfortable in the recliner and finish his macaroni sculpture for class. However, he opens the fridge to find they’re out of everything except orange juice and the bananas Artie insists on storing in there despite the fact that it dries them out, and the cupboards bare of everything except cereal.
Texting Blaine to ask him to do a food run on his way back from NYADA, Sam crosses the hall and slides the Hummel-Lopez-Berry door open, padding barefoot across the ridiculously clean living room to the kitchen, grinning when he finds their cupboards full to bursting with food. Bless their attentiveness to keeping their apartment stocked.
He’s piling bags of crisps, microwave popcorn and bread into his arms when he hears the bathroom door creak open and freezes, caught out. Peeking out, he nearly drops everything, including a six-pack of beer, when he sees Rachel walking back to her room, shamelessly naked.