and i can live inside my head

@todaydreambelievers - slightly belated meta from last week, 1x01.

“You might laugh because every time I sign my name I put a gold star after it, but it’s a metaphor, and metaphors are important.  My gold stars are a metaphor for me being a star.

And just so we’re clear, I want to clear up that hateful rumor that I was the one who turned that closest case Sandy Ryerson in because he gave Hank Saunders the solo I deserved.”

The very first lines that Rachel speaks in Glee are 1., a voiceover directed at some imagined audience, and 2., not entirely true.  This is interesting because Glee’s a show about performance (among other things).  And in her bedroom, or walking down the hallway, by herself… Rachel doesn’t have an audience.  But she’s desparately lonely.  And so she imagines that she does.

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glee rewatch
↳ 01x01 - Pilot: “Don’t you get it, man? We’re all losers–everyone in this school. Hell, everyone in this town. Out of all the kids who graduate, maybe half will go to college, and two will leave the state to do it. I’m not afraid of being called a loser ‘cause I can accept that that’s what I am. But I am afraid of turning my back on something that actually made me happy for the first time in my sorry life.”

Glee Rewatch: Pilot 1x1

So after all my whinging about not being able to watch on Sundays, my kids had friends over yesterday so that didn’t work either. Now I’m up on Mother’s Day watching the pilot episode while everything else is still asleep and I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER. WOO HOO!

So I’m basically going to live blog my watch, in one post so I don’t drive people away, with comment. It won’t be terribly interesting comment, because I’m not a meta person. I love to read it, but I’m not a writer of it. So just random observations as I write. Or get distracted. Whatever happens. I hope to get funnier as we go on.

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1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985

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Title: To Be Myself
Author: wowbright (username on tumblr, lj, ao3 and dreamwidth)
Beta: A zillion thanks to corinna (ao3)/chiasmuslovesme (tumblr) for helping me find the fic’s voice and finish it!
Artist: hopelesslydevotedgleek (tumblr) made amazing art for this. Look! Look! Isn’t it beautiful? She made art for my story I’m still swooning.
Additional thanks: To everyone who responded to weird random questions I posted to tumblr and encouraged me in the writing of this fic.
Word count: ~48,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: What if Kurt had been born 25 years earlier? A story about Gen X Kurt Hummel learning about love and, most importantly, learning to be himself, 1976-1985.
Pairings (most unrequited in one direction or another in ways evocative of canon, in order of appearance): Kurt/Rachel, Kurt/OC, Kurt/Finn, Kurt/Mercedes, Kurt/Dave, Kurt/Blaine
Some other characters include: Burt Hummel, Sandy Ryerson, LeRoy Berry, Hiram Berry (but with a different last name), Noah Puckerman, Santana Lopez, Will Schuester
Warnings: This story reflects the era in which it takes place; homophobia, racism, sexism, AIDS-phobia, sex negativity and tolerance of bullying and other bad things are par for the course. Off-page death of Kurt’s mother; Sandy Ryerson is just as awful in this fic as he is in the show. Please contact the author if you have specific questions about triggers or pairings. (If you are shy, you can also check my to be myself asks tag to see what other people have asked and what I’ve answered.)

Author’s notes: Wondering about the towels in Rachel’s bathroom or what Kurt’s alarm clock looked like? Want to see the cover of that Newsweek Kurt reads in 1983? I have a lot of extra headcanon and many historical notes and photos for this fic. I’ve posted some of them already on tumblr and will be posting more. You can find them under my 2014 khbb fic headcanon tag.

I also have several playlists on YouTube: music (all songs mentioned in the story); commercials, news clips and some other random stuff; Yentl stuff; and gymnastics.

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1976 | 1977 | 1978 | 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985

Thank you.

Glee has ended. I don’t know what to do.

I started watching this show in the middle of season 2 (USA) and in the middle of season 1 (NL). It was on dutch television and I just… tried.

My first ep was Sectionals, then Hell-O and my first full ep was Power of Madonna. After season 1, RTL5 started airing season 2 and after that, I joined tumblr somewhere after The Purple Piano Project (USA). That’s when I started watching it with America.

I cannot describe how much glee means to me. I’ve given it a lot of crap, yes, I must admit that. But I will always carry this in my heart.

But the show isn’t the thing that made me love glee. Sure, it did great things and in a way, saved my life. But it was also full of shit. Still, it’s my favourite show.

But the fandom is the thing I loved the most. I loved our rants, our riots, our speculations, our edits, our everything. Sure, there were bad parts, but every good thing has them.

I’d like to thank a lot of people, so this wil be under a read more.

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So I am too busy to write this as an actual story, but I rewatched this movie a while ago, and the idea seems cute to me, so, for your Brittana AU consideration:

Brittana in Disney’s Hercules.

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