you rock my socks

WE’RE BREAKING UP

aria-montgomery:

imagine it….ahhhhhhhh!

I am slightly dying at the prospect.

MY LIFE DREAM <3

Rachel Berry, the things I do to get you not-even-laid, I swear.

ohmyadorkablecanadianilovehimso:

ofsteel:

renatalovesglee:

ohmyadorkablecanadianilovehimso:

ofsteel replied to your post: ofsteel replied to your post: renatalovesglee…

WELL WE’RE KIDNAPPING CORY TOO, AREN’T WE? so it’d be like… monchelerenatamandachel. Or Renamandonchelchel. bahaha

I LOVE THAT!!!

I knew once Cory was involved, Amanda would be happier. THE NAME IS REALLY LONG THO

If we put Max Adler in the mix you jump right on board too

…Max mixed with Monchele is just too much…world bending for me.

I’d probably pick Lea over him anyway.

But he can join, sure!!

renatalovesglee:

ohmyadorkablecanadianilovehimso:

ofsteel replied to your post: ofsteel replied to your post: renatalovesglee…

WELL WE’RE KIDNAPPING CORY TOO, AREN’T WE? so it’d be like… monchelerenatamandachel. Or Renamandonchelchel. bahaha

I LOVE THAT!!!

I knew once Cory was involved, Amanda would be happier. THE NAME IS REALLY LONG THO

ohmyadorkablecanadianilovehimso:

So I come back and everyone is either:

• Supporting and embracing their Finn stans
• or going Lesbian for Lea

This is a good place for Tumblr to be.

My pirates are all…idk asleep or something, so my dash is the same.

l-micheles:

abgron:

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This is how I feel about every “crack”, “non-canon” whatever you will ship. (well obviously not the first little bit since that’s faberry-specific but the meat of the post) And why I refuse to hate on ships and shippers (especially faberry; it’s a ship run by freaking wizards why on earth would I hate that?!) as a whole.

My aunts, the ones whose wedding blessing I went to a few months ago, are finally moving into a house; the first house my aunt (who is in her 40s I think?) has ever lived in, since she’s always been single and didn’t want to buy a house single. So they flew up to Logan to 1)go to an opera and 2)get all the things Karin’s stored at her parent’s house for yeeeeeeears.

Today, we helped pack the moving van full of things that Karin’s been hoarding, now finally able to have a home as she finally lives the life she’s always wanted. But the best thing for me to realize?

Karin and her lovely wife Tawnya slept in Karin’s room from her childhood last night. I thought about that and it made me just…so happy for her. That’s the same room that she probably cried herself to sleep in for most of her teenage years. The same room she admitted that she did “things I’d rather not go into detail about” to try and cure herself from her lesbianism. That’s the room that she probably went to when life was getting too hard, when she was wondering “why” and if she’d ever fall in love with anyone at all, let alone someone she could bring home to her parents.

My grandparents love Tawnya. They’re not happy that she and Karin got married and left the records of the church, but they are happy for her. Like my sister said, “this is the happiest I’ve ever seen Karin”. She fell in love with a girl she could bring home and, last night, I think Karin may have realized a little more fully all the childhood demons that she kicked roundly in the balls.

bethandbee:

Modern entertainment, especially television and film targeted at young adults, really emphasizes materialism. Whereas wealthy characters were once depicted as caricatured and flat, they now fill entire films, novels, and television shows. Wealth is a requisite character trait on primetime TV. Tune into Gossip Girl, or Pretty Little Liars, or anything like it, and you will see teenage characters with limitless disposable income booking Cyndi Lauper for birthday parties and swigging back champagne at the Met as though such things were commonplace. Edward Cullen, at seventeen (technical) years of age, buys his girlfriend a Porsche and drives his own Aston Martin. Selena Gomez ditches a vacation to boring old Paris for an even swankier vacation to Monte Carlo.

I obviously can’t cite every single film, show, and book, but there seems, at least to me, to be a recurring trend in media for young adults: extreme wealth is normal and to be aspired to, and poverty is a sad condition experienced by people who never appear onscreen, who never even approach the page. 

There is, of course, a tendency in media to appeal to an audience’s everyday problems. Shirley Temple soared to popularity in the 1930s, supported by Americans who saw her endless optimism, cheer, and goodwill as an antidote for the the nation’s suffering. But now, with Americans mired in horrifying economic conditions, with 9.2% of the population unemployed, with foreclosures on every block, poverty is omnipresent - and entertainment geared toward young adults who face poverty on a day to day basis overlooks the issue completely. 

Materialism and vapidity are not cures for homelessness, for debt, for starvation. 

As a scholarship student at a relatively prestigious private high school, I felt like an outcast on a day-to-day basis. Sally’s dad was buying her a Porsche if she could manage to get her grades up by the end of the term, and Mary could ask to be excused from last period to run downtown and grab the new pair of designer heels she’d ordered in from England. Jenny and Susan could fly to New York for a weekend to go shopping for prom dresses, chauffeured around in a limo amply stocked with booze. They did it because that’s what Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf did; I couldn’t relate, couldn’t hope to live that lifestyle as a seventeen-year-old.

So along comes Sam Evans, a pizza delivery boy working nights to make sure his little brother and sister have a place to sleep at night, even if that place is the floor of a dingy motel room. Along comes Sam Evans, selling his possessions and borrowing his stylish friend’s hand-me-downs because he’s embarrassed wearing the same rags to school every day. When the secret of Sam’s homelessness comes out, his peers react as though he’s confessed to murder - they’re shocked, appalled, stunned into silence. Because heaven forbid, in this little town in Ohio, someone not have the money to pay for seventeen new costumes and a flight to New York. Heaven forbid that somebody’s father might be unemployed, that somebody’s family, somebody’s children, might be living without a safety net.

To Sam’s peers, his homelessness is completely unthinkable. Their solution - and the only solution offered by Glee’s writers - is to buy back Sam’s guitar and have him play an optimistic Fleetwood Mac song on it. To have him mention his homelessness on the twelfth floor of a luxury hotel in New York City while surrounded by plates of room service. Sam is poor, but his poverty is inconsequential. Sam is inconsequential.

Fourteen million American men and women are unemployed. Half a million Americans are homeless. 

43.6 million Americans lived in absolute poverty in 2009, compared to 39.8 million in 2008. 

Poverty is pressing. It’s current. It’s getting worse. Your friends and family, your co-workers, your classmates, people you bump elbows with on the street - they don’t have jobs, or they don’t have rooves over their heads, or they’ll go to bed hungry tonight.

And that’s what you missed on Glee. 

ms-golightly:

Wake up in the mornin’ feelin’ like B-Strizzle,

(Hey what’s up Babs)

Grab ma B’dazzler, I’m out the door, I’m gonna hit McKinley (Let’s go)

Before I leave kiss my daddies with a big ass smack, Cuz when I leave for the day I ain’t coming back,

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I’m talkin’ animals on my clothes clothes,

Listenin’ to Broadway shows shows,

Penny loafers on my toes toes,

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Jocks stop and throwin’ their favorite slushies,

Goin’ up to the ladies,

Floors get a little bit slip’ry,

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Don’t stop, make it pop,

Barbra, blow my speakers up,

Today, Im’ma sing,

Til we hear the bell ring,

Tik Tok, Glee O’Clock,

But the singin’ don’t stop no,

Woah-oh oh oh,

Woah-oh oh oh,

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Ain’t got a friend in the world but got plenty of peers,

Ain’t got no honey in my locket but I have no fear,

Now, the dorks are lining up cause they hear I get no play,

But I kick em to the curb unless they look like Quinn Fabray,

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I’m singin’ bout - Feelin’ prettay/Unprettay,

My eyes starin’ at Fabray, bray,

Gonna smack Finn for lookin’ my way, way,

Now, now we Lez’n til they kick us out, out,

Or Sylvester shut us down, down,

Sylvester shut us down, down,

Sue Syl shut us down

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Don’t stop, make it pop,

Barbra, blow my speakers up,

Today, Im’ma sing,

Til we hear the bell ring,

Tik Tok, Glee O’Clock,

But the singin’ don’t stop no,

Woah-oh oh oh,

Woah-oh oh oh,

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Quinn ties me up,

Quinn leaves my room,

My heart - it pounds,

Yeah, you got me,

With hands tied up,

You tied me up,

Your such a top,

Yeah, you tied me,

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You tied me up,

You left my room,

My heart - it pounds,

Yeah, you got me,

With hands tied up,

Get back her now,

Get back her now,

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Now the party don’t start til Quinn walks in,

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Don’t stop, make it pop,

Barbra, blow my speakers up,

Today, Im’ma sing,

Til we hear the bell ring,

Tik Tok, Glee O’Clock,

But the singin’ don’t stop no,

Woah-oh oh oh,

Woah-oh oh oh.

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