good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS
I POSTET THIS HALF AN HOUR BEFORE MY JOB INTERVIEW AND I GOT THE JOB OH MY GOD
WATCH: The Oregon Zoo in Portland was closed to the public today due to heavy snow – but the zoo’s residents had a blast.
this is exACTLY the kind of dumb popcorn flick I’ve been waiting for
I need this.
Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year
for research purposes if you are bisexual reblog and tell me what your phone case looks like
I have seen so many strange things that I am not surprised to see a baby chick doing physical and mental exercise. Art by Lucia Heffernan on Etsy.
“Merry Christmas, it’s our first Christmas together.”
“The first of many.”
The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers
I realized this morning that last month was the 10-year anniversary of the first time I posted a chapter of Someone Like You. Haven’t been on Tumblr in months, and even then it was just to scroll for a few minutes. It was so nice to log in tonight and see a bunch of recent reblogs of SLY. That story meant a lot to me. This fandom meant a lot to me. In fact, I think this fandom, and that story, saved me.
The fall of 2011 was a dark time in my house. To deal, I turned to fictional characters and this community. It started with the Friday Fic Rec on LJ. Then I found Tumblr, and so many friends. As my world crumbled around me, I joined a different world. It was magic, and I’m so grateful for those years, and for all of you.
I think in the land of SLY, Kurt is building furniture in his warehouse near the Santa Fe Railyard. He loves the industrial feel and the fact that he is surrounded by other artists. His BFF is a 20-something glass blower from Iowa named Vivian. He and Blaine took her under their wing because she’s from the Midwest. She’s a regular at their Sunday “family dinners,” along with Antonio and Sarah and their kids.
In his industrial space, Kurt loses track of time until Blaine shows up with afternoon coffees and cajoles him into playing hooky.
"Let’s walk,” Blaine says, and they head out toward the Plaza.
As they wind along tiny ancient streets, he hums the latest song he’s been recording out in Galisteo and only stops when they reach their renovated adobe home. Blaine opens the blue door at their gate and, with his hand on the small of Kurt’s back, ushers him into their courtyard.
And as he does every time they walk through it, Kurt looks at the door and says, “It’s perfect.”
I hope you’re all doing well.
This is one of the best lesbian movies i’ve seen and it’s a fricking car commercial
[HQ] Darren Criss and Mia Swier’s Wedding: A Closer Look at the Bride’s Custom Vera Wang Wedding Dress (Photo by Katie Edwards)
Me ALL weekend.
staff You are recommending that I follow a nazi blog I blocked last night. Your site promotes anti-semitism to Jews. Your site shoves Nazi Swastikas in the faces of Jews. It’s bad enough that the Nazi blogs seem to be sprouting up like weeds on a site that claims to have an anti-hate policy, but to actively promote them to people who have taken the steps of blocking these blogs is beyond the pale. Clean this place up. It’s turning into Stormfront. I encourage everyone who sees this post, Jewish or otherwise, to reblog it. Tumblr has been ignoring the growth of Nazism on this site for too long. It needs to end.
We need to spread this across all social media like a virus. Let people see exactly where the REAL issue is coming from. The one that @staff refuse to listen to.
Nazis are clearly fine, but god forbid a female presenting nipple is posted on this hellsite.
The Joker / Sweater Song - Steve Miller Band Weezer FUNK Mashup feat. Darren Criss!
A Very Anderson Christmas
Chapter 2/24. AU. Probably T, but may end up M.
Inspired by an old, and very elaborate fic idea I had a couple of years ago, the LMDC tour images, and the Christmas specials of my youth. In this universe, Blaine and Rachel are Anderson siblings, Pam is their mom, and, since they didn’t go to high school at McKinley or Dalton, they never met the rest of the Glee kids.
A thin layer of snow covered the stage, muffling the sound of Kurt’s boots as he crossed, down center. He’d often imagined himself facing the crowd, his voice carrying up, and up, and up to the top tier seats. To the cheap seats, where he and Mercedes often sat and watched whatever show had made its way to Westerville.
He was early for the table read, and exploring the old Anderson Amphitheater seemed like the perfect way to kill half an hour. He sipped his hot cider from the to-go cup.
It was strange to be home for Christmas after all the years performing had kept him in New York. Four days back, he finally settled down and adjusted his pace. Still, all of the nostalgia was unsettling. He knew it would be when he got the offer; how could it not? And yet, standing there, alone on the stage, he realized he was unprepared for the weight of memory.
“Snow sky.”
Kurt turned on his heel. Standing ten feet behind him, was Blaine Anderson, dressed in a black pea coat over black jeans.