Thank fucking everything for the skip button because shuffle brought up “Stayin’ Alive” followed by “Not the End” and wow can I not handle that unless I want to curl up in a ball and cry.
While I was listening to “I Love New York / New York, New York”, my cubicle neighbor asked for my help deciphering a receipt from an NYC cab.
I am delightfully amused.
The Glee version of “If I Were a Boy” is one of those songs that makes me so thankful for my noise canceling headphones. It deserves to be heard without distracting background noise. Every single time.
Happy National Voter Registration Day, Tumblr.
The number one way of celebrating it? Registering to vote.
Every year, millions of eligible Americans neglect to register, which means that millions of important voices are utterly silent on Election Day. Don’t be one of them. There’s basically a 100% chance that something you care about is on the ballot, something you don’t want to be quiet about.
So be one of the loud ones. Register already. It’s an easy form that you already know all the answers to. No excuses.
T.R.A.C.K.S. is such a good episode. (Except for the part where I get distracted by the villa in the italian countryside being surrounded by decidedly californian vegetation.)
Title: Stay On the Moon
Verse: Stir Up the Beast Inside
Genre: angst, canon-compliant AU, fantasy, gen, romance
Warnings: allusions to violence, canonical character death, depictions of grief, mild dominant/submissive dynamics, nudity, situational unintentional attempted aggravated assault
Word Count: 7,695
Summary: Set just prior to 05.03 The Quarterback. The pack’s lament.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee, etc.
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This is a grief fic, so please take care of yourself and read or don’t read accordingly.
For me, it is an emotionally resonate grief fic. This supernatural verse (which it helps to have read the other pieces of, but I don’t think it’s 100% necessary) facilitates an exploration of grief unlike what I usually expect. Anyway. I’m glad to have read it. Maybe you will be too.
I just want microphones for webcast panels to work.
My poor ears. My poor brain.