deleteee  asked:

after reading that post on the NDs i was just wondering what some of your future!headcanons are, friendship wise? because in canon, brittana don't really have a consistent friend besides mercedes, right? like, quinn, rachel and kurt were all on an off with at least santana, if not both of them, and i guess artie and britt were kinda consistent post s2 but not really yknow? in season 6 tina seemed like she could be an option but as you mentioned in your post, they have kind of a weird history.

Hey, @deleteee​!

So here’s the thing: I don’t see Brittana having a lot of close contact with most members of the New Directions in the future.

It’s not that they purposefully cut them out of their lives or outright hate them or anything.

Well, okay, to be fair, Brittany does hate Rachel.

It’s just that they kind of naturally grow apart from them over time. 

While they will certainly attend what New Directions reunions they can and get together with the glee kids on occasion as logistics allow, things aren’t going to be the way they were during S4, S5, and S6 when they were jetting back and forth from NYC to Lima every other week and dropping in to stage musical interventions on various teammates whenever one of them had a personal crisis. 

There’s going to be some distance and some growing apart. The relationships they have that are already awkward will become more awkward still, and even their closer relationships will (by necessity) evolve and change shape.  

I have two main reasons why I headcanon things this way:

  1. Because, as you mention, Brittana’s relationships with most of the members of the New Directions are already complicated at best, and I suspect that the status quo isn’t much likely to change given that the majority of the glee kids still after so many years fail to understand Brittana at even the most basic level.
  2. Because, while of course experiences vary and I can’t speak for everyone who, like me, has passed the ten-year class reunion mark, I can say that I’ve personally found that adults who keep in close contact with any high school friends other than their bestest besties tend to be an exception rather than a rule.   

Particularly in small towns, as my hometown is and Glee’s Lima purports to be, there may be some groups who continue to socialize long after graduation, but more often than not such groups are comprised of the folks who never leave town, and they’re far and away a minority.

Much more common are the folks who eventually move away, maintaining sporadic contact with a few old friends but otherwise leaving high school in the past, forming new social circles as they attend school, travel, join the military, take work, start families, and/or gain more life experiences.

The closer the high school friendship was, the more likely it is to continue after graduation, while the more casual or complicated the high school friendship was, the more likely it is to peter out once the involved parties are no longer in daily contact and sharing regular mutual bonding experiences. The general rule is that the further out one gets from high school, the less one is willing and able to maintain old high school friendships.

So given that Brittana were never really all that close to the majority of the New Directions to begin with, I tend to think that as the years wear on, they’ll cease to have regular contact with most of them. High school is going to be in their rearview mirror, and while they’ll certainly have some fond memories of those days, they’re also going to be caught up in their new adult life together and glad to be continuing on to bigger and better things.

I kinda fic’d the idea here, if you’re interested.

As for individual headcanons, I put them after the cut.

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'We got 1 winner and that's wonderful': Gander celebrates 'Come From Away' Tony win

GANDER, N.L. — The unassuming Royal Canadian Legion Branch 8 in Gander, N.L., an aging one-storey building with pale yellow siding on the edge of town, hosted a sold-out Tony Awards viewing party Sunday night.

The come-as-you-are event, with chips, cheesies and a casual dress code, wasn’t your typical star-studded, red-carpet bash.

But neither is Gander a typical town. It opened its doors with heartwarming hospitality to nearly 7,000 stranded passengers and crew after 38 planes were diverted here on Sept. 11, 2001.

That story forms the plot for “Come From Away,” the foot-tapping, tear-jerking Broadway musical that has enchanted audiences and earned seven Tony nominations including a nod for best musical.

In the end, the show didn’t win the big prize and took home just one award, for best director of a musical.

But one win was enough to please the people of Gander.

“We were happy just to be nominated,” said Beulah Cooper, a Gander resident and volunteer who was portrayed in the play.

“We got one winner and that’s wonderful.”

The legion quickly sold all 185 tickets to the viewing party. The $5 cover charge, which included door prizes and a glass of wine donated by a New Yorker to share in a toast, will go toward the legion's building fund to replace shingles on the leaking roof and install a new heating system.

With two 65-inch television screens borrowed from the local furniture store, there were no bad seats in the house.

The crowd burst into applause when Christopher Ashley won “Come From Away”’s lone award.

In his acceptance speech, Ashley paid tribute to the people of Newfoundland. 

“The people who extended their hearts and their homes and were generous and kind at the very worst moments, to all of you, thank you,” Ashley said.

Some in attendance for the viewing party said getting together for the event brought the tragic day — and the aftermath that followed — full circle.

“I didn’t have a big lot to do with it,” said Cathy Pittman, modestly.

“I watched the planes coming in. I knew people would need food. So I made turkey soup and muffins.”

Patsy Vey welcomed strangers into her home after the planes landed. An elderly woman with a heart condition was one of them.

“I don’t know why,” Vey said when asked why she opened her door.

“I guess my maternal instinct kicked in because I saw people who needed help.”

Her husband, Gary Vey, was the manager of the Gander International Airport, once a critical refuelling stop for transatlantic jets and — as 9/11 demonstrated — still an important emergency landing site for aircraft.

He was away at a convention but drove home when he heard the news.

“It was funny because he came in and said, ‘Who’s that in the spare room?’” Vey said laughing.

Some 10,000 people call Gander home, a little more if you include the outskirts of town. The Plane People — as legion president Carl Waterman affectionately calls the airplane passengers stranded in Gander after U.S. airspace shut down — nearly doubled the town’s population.

Waterman remembers bringing some of the stranded travellers to his house to shower.

“They couldn’t believe I'd let some strangers stay in our house alone,” he said. “They said that would never happen in New York. But in Gander, everyone knows everyone.”

Bonnie Belec, The Canadian Press

Blue Boy (Evan x Reader) (drabble for now)


TW: none!!

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against my dull gray metal locker, allowing my head to roll back and my eyes to close in frustration. Today had been a long day, and it wasn’t even half over yet.

I was shown up in front of my entire 2nd period trigonometry class today by some dweeb named Jared who corrected my angle measurements, in PE I tripped and fell flat on my face while running, I have dress rehearsals for both choir and theatre after school all this week, and I still have to organize my drama class’ Tony Awards viewing party this weekend… Needless to say, there is a lot on my mind.

I opened my eyes and looked around me, noticing that everyone had cleared out of the hallway, leaving a nearly silent hall. Well, almost everyone - everyone except for this blue-outfitted boy, who was frantically struggling to cram something into his locker. The skinny boy made small grunts every time he forced his body weight into his locker to shove what looked like a load of blue cloth in it, and I chuckled to myself. I watched him curiously as he continued pushing and I made my way across the hall to him.

“Ugh- Stupid- Thing- Fit!”

“Uh, need any help there?” My voice came out a lot higher than expected, and it was then that I noticed that my heart was beating a little faster than its normal steady pace.

It was as if the world had stopped spinning. The boy whipped his entire body around extremely quickly; his anxiety-ridden jade eyes locked with mine, and he fell backwards into the locker.

Crash! The sound of his head hitting the metal shelf echoed throughout the deserted hall, as one hand flew to my mouth to hold in a gasp, and my other hand reached out to grab his left arm to pull him up back onto his feet. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. He was a good 6 inches taller than me, so to keep him from swaying, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him with worried eyes.

“Oh my God… I’m so sorry! Are you okay?! I didn’t mean to startle you! I just wanted I ask if you were okay and if you needed any help!” My words burst out from my mouth in an incoherent stream, like a drain pipe after a flood. I inhaled deeply before shaking my head. “Sorry- Uh, what’s your name?”

The boy hissed in pain as he rubbed the back of his head, and offered me a weak smile. “It-It’s okay. I’m used to being shoved into lockers. I’ve had lots of, uh, p-practice you could say.” He chuckled lightly. “But, uh, h-hi! I’m, uh Evan. Evan Hansen.” 

You can let go of him now,’ my subconscious hissed. I could feel a faint blush creep up my neck as I removed my arms from him and took a couple steps backwards. “Um, I’m (Y/N)! Nice to meet you.”



This man is so classy and endlessly hip.  I am just in awe of him.  Love him SO much.