In case anyone wanted to see what @madxstitcher ’s neon thread looks like under blacklight. It’s REALLY cool looking and I love how bright they can be. I’m partial to the yellow/pink variegated one, but I think the purple and blue are lovely too
Today another dog suddenly rounded the corner and I was prepared for her to do the usual and flip her shit (or less likely at that very short distance lie down and start flipping her shit once leash pressure entered the equation)
Instead she just TURNED ON HER HEEL and started GOING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION without me even having given ANY INPUT
This is incredible what the hell are we properly getting somewhere with the leash reactivity too omg
(See the masterpost for the full summary/notes/overall warnings.)
Blaine Anderson is heir to the ruling seat of Westerville and, from birth, has been destined for an arranged marriage—he must father an heir in order to ensure the line of succession. When it becomes clear to his parents that his affections lie with his own sex, they make it their mission to find him a suitable—and potentially happy—match with a carrier who can return his interest.
Kurt Hummel is the son of Burt Hummel, Westerville’s most well-known engineer. Though he has grown up far from the Andersons’ manor in a small village to the north, his family has worked with the Andersons for generations, providing them with transportation vehicles, engines, machines, research, and repair work of all kinds. After the tragedy of losing his wife, Burt takes it upon himself to explain to Kurt that, since his birth, he has been sought after by the Andersons as a potential future husband for their son, because he is a carrier.
Marley is a petite person with a sweet voice.
The first time that Kurt sees her, she’s got her skirts hiked up around her thighs and she’s crouched knee and elbow deep in a deconstructed engine block, covered in grease with six mechanics wide-eyed and quaking in front of her as she lectures them on the different merits of two kinds of machinery-grade lubricant.
Kurt is impressed, and they haven’t even said hello.
When she’s done speaking, she climbs out of the engine, snaps her gloves off, and notices him standing near the door to the shed’s office space.
He feels overdressed in the work robe that he’d put on that morning—he’s used to pants, and the light weave wrapping feels strange against his skin, but it’s breathable and looks good, if he does say so himself.
“Well,” she says, sticking out a hand at him. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”
He shakes her hand. “I should have come sooner. I apologize.”
She winks. “Between Luce and Blaine, I’m surprised that you remembered the sheds at all.”
“I practically grew up in transport sheds,” Kurt says, smiling. “They’re difficult to forget.”