Plans for the evening:
What I should be doing: finishing my Blaine Big Bang.
What I am doing: figuring out the plot to the Blaine/Kurt turtle/starfish story: “Blaine thought Kurt was the prettiest starfish he’d ever seen. He was all blue and green, with little tiny bits of purple here and there. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure that Kurt was the starfish’s real name, because as everyone knows, starfish can’t talk.
Blaine loved watching him, even though Blaine was in the freshwater tank and Kurt was in the saltwater tank. Every so often, Blaine would move one of the algae-eating snails to clean the glass in front of Kurt so that he could watch Kurt make his slow journey around the salt-water tank.
Blaine was lonely, in the fresh-water tank. His only companions were Wes and David, two frogs that mostly lived up on the dry-land and spent all of their time messing around with the rhythms they made with their ribbits, and the fish that the man with the net let into his tank for him to eat— he usually ate them before they got to be friends. Kurt, at least, had other starfish and hermit crabs and even sometimes some seahorses. Kurt even had another starfish to be friends with, even though Finn seemed kinda boring and mostly stayed in one place all the time.
Eventually, Kurt moved around the tank enough that he wasn’t showing his topside to Blaine— instead Blaine could see the hundreds of tube-feet that Kurt used to cling to things. He imagined for a moment what it would be like for Kurt to live on his shell, but he knew that separate tanks were the closest they’d ever get.
Kurt pulsed his stomach-bits at Blaine, and Blaine turtle-snapped mournfully back.”
This ended up back on my dash and I didn’t think it ever would but JUST IN CASE YOU MISSED IT like a million years ago: the sad, sad story of turtle!blaine and starfish!kurt.
looking forward to the early 2030s when peer reviewed scientific literature all begins with ALRIGHT LISTEN UP FUCKERS
You mean it hasn’t already?
Fact: I just drafted a slide for a conference presentation entitled “Glee is about opening yourself up to joy (no seriously)”.
We are living in the future.
First slide of my History of English lecture this year:
We’re looking at California state history, primarily the gold rush era, so I spent a fairly unproductive half hour panning for gold today. Also, it’s been raining all afternoon and I’m cold.
So I’m at history camp with the fourth graders for the next few days, but amazingly, there is both reliable wireless and I have my own space. So. How is everyone?
Make sad and lonely dinner at home or go out for sad and lonely sushi?
Cool! (And I didn’t realize that you wrote anything in TW!)
I have written precisely two Teen Wolf fics— Differential Equations, which is mostly about why Stiles/Derek doesn’t really actually WORK as a pairing in current canon, and Check Engine, which is total crack and a crossover with Supernatural and REALLY just an excuse to write anthropomorfic.