glee will never be the same

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Watching you get all the attention with the pretty blonde cheerleader.

Not, watching you give all the attention to the pretty blonde cheerleader.

Think about it.

Glee changed my life. It overhauled it. It got me out of debt. It helped to cement my career. And before the show, I’d never had a group of people I was that close with. I think a lot of the other cast members would say the same thing (except, maybe not about the debt…). […] While Glee changed our lives, it didn’t necessarily change who we were. We started the show as a ragtag group of misfits, and six seasons later, when we filmed the last episode, we were still the same bunch of misfits. Just now wearing more expensive jeans.
I think people are always their most true selves right when they wake up in the morning, before they have a chance to hoist up their defenses and soak in their insecurities and put on the many masks it takes to survive just a single day out in the mean world. And I think the best love is the kind where you can be your wake-up self around another person almost always. I don’t even think Santana knew her wake-up self before Brittany. Santana is all words, words, words, but Brittany never responds to that. She asks the questions and gives the answers to the things Santana is breathing between the noise. She says, “Yes, yes, you’re a panther” while stroking her terrified kitten fur. And Santana does the same for Brittany, but in the opposite way. She says, “You’re a sweet puppy, you’re my sweet puppy” while helping her grow into a majestic dire wolf.
In a single, short phrase this love letter to “Glee” can best be described as “an emotional melodic masterpiece.” Lea Michele’s pure, angelic tone is incomparable. She takes us sweetly and skillfully through Rachel Berry’s soft and heartfelt reflection of her time at McKinley with the glee club. At the same time, Darren Criss’ deeper, broader scope of the lyric winds Gleeks at large down the well-worn path they have traveled with this groundbreaking, dynamic, award-winning series. He offers up a reminder that it’s never really over, because we can carry the magic and the message with us, no matter where life takes us from here. […] Darren Criss simply could not have written a more beautiful musical sendoff to all that “Glee” is and all that “Glee” stands for than this. Bravo! […] “Glee” became a beacon of light that carried broken-hearted and downtrodden spirits out of the dark. It offered hope, acceptance, inclusion and compassion. Somehow, Darren Criss was able to translate all of this into one magnificent song and Lea Michele gave it beautiful, tear-inducing, life.
—  “This Time” Review (AXS.com)
if Hamilton had come out during the Glee Era, this is what the episode basically would be

castiean:

murphels:

- Opening scene: ND in the classroom talking among themselves. Schue walks in wearing full period costume. Everyone is confused and a little ashamed. Schue tells them he’s discovered they’re all failing history, and one of them tells him history is just SO BORING. 

 - cut to a scene of somehow all the kids in the same class in various stages of unconsciousness while a Professor Binns type teacher drones on about the war of 1812. 

- Schue assures them history is TOTALLY COOL, informs them about Hamilton, tries to white rap his way through either Guns and Ships or Yorktown. Santana makes that “why am I surrounded by white fools” face that she always makes. Hamilton is the assignment this week, even though COMPETITION looms in the future, but when have they ever actually practiced before the week of? 

- Blaine has been super friendly with some guy from Dalton or from Hairgellers Anonymous or something, is constantly liking his posts on FB. Kurt sings “Burn” over a montage of Blaine ignoring him in ridiculous situations that no one would ever be on their phone during. 

- Rachel has decided this week is one of the weeks where she’s aggressive about becoming a star, sings Satisfied. 

- Tensions are getting high, so Artie flawlessly white boy raps through “What’d I Miss” while Mike dances, to lighten the mood. 

- The kids are learning about Hamilton, but Schue is worried they’re not REALLY learning the point he’s trying to get at. 

- Probably the Unholy Trinity sings “Schuyler Sisters” 

- Schue walks back in on the kids excitedly talking about the show and/or history in general. Smiles that smile he smiles when he thinks he’s a good teacher. “See you guys? History is now. You’re the founding fathers. You’re the underdogs. Your time is coming, you just have to wait for it.” 

- New Directions: YEAH! 

- The group sings “Wait for It” in the auditorium either in full costume, or wearing just vaguely matching outfits. Finn takes lead, but Mercedes comes in on the middle solo. 

- They all smile at each other at the end, while Schue makes that face again. 

- Sue is in the background glowering that ND has managed to not fall apart yet again.

you’re becoming actual ryan murphy again

Fic: The Perfect Partner

Based off the post:  “So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets.” AU and prompted by an anon.

~1200 words, unbelievably fluffy, G.

Kurt wasn’t sure why the genius who designed his apartment building had placed the bathrooms of neighboring apartments next to each other, but he knew that if he ever met the person, he’d probably end up in jail before the day’s end.

“Why would you do this?” he muttered to himself as he undressed. “The same pipe feeds both of our apartments, so I’m definitely going to run out of hot water since someone next door is already showering. Did no one think about this while they were designing the building?”

Still grumbling wordlessly, he hopped in the shower and cranked up the handle as warm as it would go, figuring that was the only way he’d get even lukewarm water at this point. In an attempt to cheer himself up, he decided to sing a Disney song as he lathered up his hair.

“All my life has been a series of doors in my face, and then suddenly I bump into you.”

Kurt almost dropped his conditioner bottle directly on his big toe when the person in the other shower jumped in with Hans’ part.

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a year without our hero

It seems like the fastest, and somehow slowest year, did we blink and suddenly July 13th is here, or did it slowly creep up behind us and painfully show up in our faces?  It is the most unkind reminder of a life cut too short, of a light dimmed too soon. 

I don’t think I’ve stopped saying goodbye to Cory, maybe I never will, although goodbye was too hard a word to bare, so I say goodnight.  Goodnight brings a hope of tomorrow, and though his body is gone in a physical sense, I think Cory is here, there, everywhere, in each of us, every day, how could he not be?

I can still remember every detail surrounding the moment I read that first headline…”Glee Star Cory Monteith found dead in Canada hotel room’.  I shut my laptop and tried to focus on anything else but that, and it seemed for a moment, that the world was joining me in doing the same.  For one moment there were no other headlines, no other news stories…for one moment the truth of that statement was too hard for anyone to handle.  Life moves forth, and the headlines continued to break, that moment gone forever, the simple comfort of still living in a world with Cory’s smile left our spirits that day, in the worst possible way.

Speculation began immediately about the cause of his death, we all saw it unfold and I don’t think that’s what I want to talk about today.  I think I want to say this, and only this: Addiction isn’t an easy thing to ask for help for, addiction hides in the darkest parts of your mind and rears it’s ugly head in the first second of vulnerability that you show.  If you have something in your life that is toxic and you keep falling victim to it, please ask for help, and if that doesn’t work, ask again…again…and again.  I did, I made a life change the day we lost our Cory, I truly believe he saved my life.

The members of Cory’s life began to speak, and each time our hearts collectively broke a little more, from Mark’s simple “no…” to his favorite hockey team, the Canucks posting a photo of him at a game, his loss was felt all over the world.  The tweet we all sort of waited for came in the form of a smiling photo, one Lea kept personally for the two of them, and a sweet thanks for the support she’d been given since his untimely death.  I haven’t been able to look at that tweet again for months, it’s still just not fair.  The tweets from his fans spoke just as loudly, there wasn’t a person who got to experience Cory’s light in some way, that wasn’t painfully affected by the darkness that we all felt on a day in the middle of summer, a day with lots of sunshine and warmth. 

We’ve heard songs from his cast mates, seen photo montages from his friends, we sat together somehow through the painful Goodbye episode to Finn Hudson on Glee.  We watched award shows honor our hero during times we’d usually look for his smiling face in the crowd, and we also experienced his loss ourselves, we cried for days, we tried to watch old episodes of Glee, we made mix CD’s with all of his songs to listen to in the car, we released balloons in his honor and had makeshift memorials ourselves.  We fell apart and somehow back together, along with those who knew him closely, perhaps because Cory’s heart invited everyone in, even if we never got to watch a movie with him, or walk through a crowded street laughing together, we felt like we had. 

So what do we do now, now that tomorrow marks a year without our Cory? We smile at the life he lived, we listen to the songs he sang, we watch the episodes of Glee that warm our heart with Finn Hudson, and the movies he made where we saw different sides of his incredible talent.  We cry, Lord knows I’ve been crying through writing this piece, and we try to be strong.  We unite together, be it physically or mentally, and we look up at the sky, we give him a smile, and we love.  We love in honor of the man who made us all want to be a better version of ourselves.  We just love.

I love you Cory, I miss you more than that, and I am incredibly thankful for the way that you existed, there will never be enough words to describe the impact that you had on my life.  

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Faberry Week 2015 Day 3 Marriage (kind of based on this prompt)
Rachel can’t get over the fact that Quinn didn’t attend Brittany and Santana’s wedding. In reality, Quinn asked Santana to forgive for not attending, Santana agreed that she shouldn’t go because despite them having made the same mistake at a certain previous wedding, Santana got the girl she was desperately trying to get over in the end, while Quinn didn’t. And with Rachel’s reaction to her confession, Quinn fears she never will. 

Remember how he’s supposed to be a 15 year old sophomore here? And how he’s so mature - calm and collected and grown-up and steady and wise already, and you realize he’s already survived a hate crime at the age of 15; already seen the same thing happen to a good friend, so Blaine had to grow up, he talks more like a professional counselor than a teenage boy in this episode because he doesn’t feel like one, most teenage boys haven’t been through anything close to what he’s been through. Not only has he sought out a safe, nurturing space for himself, he chooses to leave it, confront Karofsky and put himself right back in the warzone because this wounded boy needs him there and he’s just so truly, utterly good and brave and I just have a lot of feelings about Blaine Anderson.

Like Dreamers Do

I was having feelings about Glee being gone, and I thought Kurt might be too

In his dream, a clock spins backwards. There are hazy snippets of stories that blur and blend and spin out bizarrely in the way that dreams always do: He never auditions for Glee club. He’s a Cheerio. A skank. A football player. A shadow creeping along lockers hoping to never be seen. He works in his dad’s garage instead of singing. He joins glee club but never meets Blaine, always just narrowly misses crossing paths like lines traveling parallel, never connecting, over and over again for all eternity. He becomes a teacher, a writer, a chef, a fashion icon. 

The dream splinters off and he winds up here, in the apartment in the same city at the same school pursing the same roles and performances. But he’s alone. He hasn’t just missed Blaine, he’s missed everyone.

He wakes up cold.

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What if…?

I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE GLEE END. I CAN’T STOP CRYING. I KNOW THE SHOW STILL HAS A SEASON LEFT. BUT GLEE CLUB IS OVER. NEW DIRECTIONS IS OVER. I NEVER THOUGHT BACK WHEN GLEE CLUB WAS NAMED NEW DIRECTIONS THAT I’D EVER GET AN EPISODE WITH THE SAME TITLE ABOUT THE GLEE CLUB GOING IN NEW DIRECTIONS. IT’S FUCKING FULL CIRCLE MAN AND I DONT WANT IT TO END.