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it's time for the biannual dalton nostalgia desperate quest for new info extravaganza!
#daltonfic#it's giving the party's been over for hours and he's still dancing#almost 13 years holy shit#i miss my plurk days#jogan endgame i still believe#can't listen to poison and wine without thinking of them all these years later#help i'm still at the restaurant#or gondola rather
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Round One, Pair Five
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Happy 12th Anniversary Daltonfic
In honor of (roughly) the 12th anniversary of moving from my dumpster fire og blog to this one, I got some very important internet check marks to really celebrate it still somehow being a Dalton blog all this time. I keep making new blogs for spam posting other interests bc this will always be my main. Happy anniversary to all my friends I've made along the way ✌️
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Dalton 8 Days of Pride: Serenity
Summary: Kurt and Blaine are at peace.
AO3
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It pays off to have a boyfriend who has an enormous dorm room for himself.
Kurt and Blaine are snuggling on the couch, watching RENT. Of course it’s RENT. What else could it be?
Even though they’re both still incredibly invested in this show, even after watching it a dozen times, this time they’re not paying attention. Blaine’s asleep against Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt rubs his thumb over Blaine’s arm. Kurt watches Blaine sleep. He looks so peaceful.
Kurt reaches for the remote and he lowers the volume and he internally apologises to Mimi Marquez for doing so.
Kurt leans against Blaine’s head too, only to immediately move away when his hair sticks to Blaine’s gel, but it makes him chuckle. Blaine is gorgeous, with or without gel, but he likes that it makes Blaine feel more confident.
It’s funny, because if there’s one place where they don’t have to be on their toes, it’s Dalton. Blaine used to be so scared, constantly monitoring himself to not be “too gay” after everything that happened. Kurt, on the other hand, didn’t hide who he was at McKinley and that had consequences.
But here, it’s peaceful. It’s serenity. It’s tranquility. It’s calm after the storm. They can just be themselves. They can watch musicals while cuddling without the fear of someone barging in and popping their safety bubble.
Blaine’s head rolls of Kurt’s shoulder and the drop wakes him up.
“What?” Blaine quickly says. Kurt holds him from falling completely.
“You fell asleep, sweetheart,” Kurt says.
Blaine yawns.
“Oh no, will Angel forgive me for missing her song?”
Kurt chuckles again.
“I think she’ll understand. But we can always rewind back to Today 4 U.”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
They rewind and the song starts playing. The two of them watch it, but now Kurt’s the one who dozes off. Blaine smiles softly when he sees it and he pulls him closer. All is well.
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i should reread Dalton << great now the depression is talking to me
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The dream team is literally just the stuart trio. Those who know, know.
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i can't believe glee was a real show and that i was also hyperfixated on it for years on end
#the only good thing to come out of glee was daltonfic and i stand by that#but don't look at my itunes library and the amount of glee versions of songs on there. i stand by those being good <3#i tried rewatching it a few years back and i couldn't sit through it like before
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✍, 👀, 😅
✍ Do you have a beta reader?
I haven't asked anyone to beta read for me yet, but I've had fandom friends who offered (thank you @likea-black-widow-baby!) so maybe I should start doing that!
Also shoutout to everyone who has helped me figure out cultural things like Thanksgiving vs Christmas (which one you need to be home for), word choices, etc.
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
I am writing a fic for Agent Carter Zine @agentcarterzine! I don't want to spoil too much yet, just that it's going to be a feelsy little gen fic :)
I also have a wip I've been sitting on for almost a whole year that further unpacks the timeline kerfuffle created by AOS S7 and I hope that get it done before/around Easter!
😅 What’s a story or scene you’ve created that you’re a smidge embarrassed exists?
I am not really embarrassed with my own writing. There are probably some early Klaine/Daltonfic fics in the depths of my blog that...do not quite live up to my current standards, but they are part of my journey as a writer, you know?
If I have to choose, I guess it's the conversation in I'll Wear That Dress If You Wear the Tie, because those lines are so exceptionally stilted I do cringe a little when I read it oops
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#daltonfic#dalton by cp coulter#glee#julian larson#logan wright#kurt hummel#blaine anderson#reed van kamp#shane anderson
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This is Me Trying
For a long moment, he scanned the trees and bushes, through the sidewalk, up and down. Satisfied it was empty, or reasonably so, he stepped back from the window and drew the curtains slightly, allowing a few lances of sunshine through.
As he turned to scoop up the electric kettle, Julian said from the counter, “It’s fine, don’t worry. No one followed me or saw me.” He never even looked up from the drink cupped in his hands.
Oz just smiled faintly as he poured hot water over the teabag in his own cup. “You gotta admit, there’s no way to really be sure when it’s someone of your caliber.” He walked over to the kitchen island and took the seat across the corner from his unexpected guest.
Julian didn’t answer. Oz gave him a few charitable moments of contemplative quiet as he steeped his own tea. He took the bag out with care, adding sugar generously, before reaching over to take his guest’s cup and swapping it with his cup. “This looks like it’d be better for you. You’re expecting too much out of your coffee from the way you stare at it.”
“What is this?” Julian asked with a mild grimace when he took a bracing sip.
Oz was pleased; getting some emotion out of him was good. “It’s herbal. Supposed to calm you. I wouldn’t know, I don’t drink it a lot.”
“Like you need any more calming…” Julian snorted and took another sip. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Oz replied, setting down his own drink. “So...are you...going to tell me what brings you to San Francisco?” He smirked slightly before taking another sip. “Without even a call to warn me that I was going to have an Oscar nominee sitting in my kitchen?”
“Don’t be like that,” Julian made a face at him. “That never mattered to you.”
“You’re right…” Oz laughed, hoping it was contagious enough to crack a smile from the other boy. He looked around again. “...but seriously, you need to tell someone where you are. You didn’t even bring a bodyguard?” He looked at Julian with a furrow on his brow. “Given what happened...I’d expect you’d have your own Secret Service at this point.”
Julian’s hands tightened around the cup as he stared into it. “...yeah, my handler thinks I’ve gone to see Berkeley.”
Oz lit up at that. “Are you? Did you change your mind? You’re going to college?”
“Do I look like I have time to go to college…?” Julian retorted, barely moving.
“You never know,” Oz replied with a smile. “You always make time when it matters to you.” He paused before adding with a sigh, “Which is why...I know there has to be a really good reason you’re sitting in my kitchen right now.”
The pause felt heavy, and Oz wasn’t used to that with this particular person. He remembered how Julian used to laugh in the same way light reflects from glass; it would scatter in echoes on the walls and you didn’t have a choice but to smile. Because he seemed so...young.
And looking at this boy, sunglasses on his messy chocolate-colored crown, oversized merch sweater from the last Haven tour, flushed from the sunny outdoors but heavy-lidded, and lashes smudged dark onto his cheeks--he looked younger than ever.
“I just...thought I’d come by.” Julian whispered.
It sounded like a secret. Like everything about this visit. Like everything about the two of them.
“...you look tired,” Oz remarked quietly. “You haven’t been sleeping well?”
“...sometimes I think I sleep too much.”
“Not back to work yet, are you?” Oz asked, concerned. “You don’t look to be in any condition to go back work the way you do.” That, and nothing in the news and gossip rags suggested that Julian Larson had ever even stirred out of his house. At least not from what Oz knew.
“I want to…” Julian sighed, stirring the cup as though the dredges would answer him. “...it’d be something to do. I don’t want to be inside anymore. Like…” The way he stared out to the sunshine outside made it seem like he was looking through worlds. “...I want to be somewhere else.”
There was a pause, and then Julian looked at him with a faint smile. “You were the first person I thought of.”
At that, Oz had the humility to blush as he looked away from that familiar smile. He remembered back when he was free to kiss it when he wanted, but never really took advantage of the fact. Now it just felt like something glimmering in the distance that he could admire and not touch. And he was alright with that.
What he wasn’t alright with was the reason it was here again. “I’m flattered, J. But...I’m just more worried about you than ever now.” He sighed. “Everyone’s heard about what happened to you, and then not much about you since.”
“You’ve kept tabs on me?”
“Hard not to,” Oz smiled. “You left an impression.”
“And what did you hear everyone say about me?” Julian asked, almost sarcastically.
“That you were healing, that your manager said that you’re resting, that your mother is looking after you, that rumor has it you’re going to a spa in the Netherlands for therapy, that you’re going to be okay…” Oz leaned back with a smile. Then he was serious again. “But you’re not okay.”
“I’m not,” Julian admitted. He hesitated for one more moment, and then maybe his internal walls started to crack, as it all came rushing out. “I can’t stay home and...watch my mother worry about me. Stare at me with that look on her face. I can’t eat another plate of aggressively healthy organic recovery food. I can’t...deal with cameras with the telephoto lenses around the corner down our street. Watching for me. I don’t...know how they knew where I go for physical therapy and I want to throw my phone every time there’s an update about an in-depth interview request or...or…an appearance at Oprah or...or…” He let out a shaking breath. “They said this was all in my head, it’s all up to me about getting “better” or that I’m so talented that I shouldn’t waste it and I need to get better, all that, but everyone’s doing things around me and looking at me and expecting me to do...something... It’s just…” He closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his temples.
He looks so young.
Oz smiled sadly. “...it’s too much noise, huh?”
“It’s...everyone wanting a piece of me.” Julian braced his elbows on the counter and stared into the distance again. “...I don’t even know if I want me. Or if I can be the me that everyone wants right now.”
“Nobody has the right to demand that of you,” Oz replied softly, after charitable consideration. “You shouldn’t be made to feel like you owe them anything.”
“Is that why you quit…?” Julian asked.
“I never quit,” Oz bristled back at him, and for the first time, that familiar laugh scattered onto his walls. “I’m just not as intense about my filmography as you. I do still work, you know.”
“S’not what your IMDB page says.”
“You’ve kept tabs on me?” Oz teasingly mimicked him. But he smiled. “I do theatre these days. You should try it. You’d be amazing at it.”
“What’s college like?” Julian asked with a soft smile at him. “Do you like it?”
“It’s alright,” Oz laughed, indulging his need to change the topic. “I’d rather be on the stage. But having a degree is an important part of my fallback plan, and it’d make my parents feel better, so I trudge through it.” He smiled warmly at Julian. “You don’t need a backup plan, though. You’ve always known what you wanted and where you wanted to be.”
Those beautiful brown eyes just stared at him, looking big and a little haunted. “...do I?”
“You do,” Oz replied firmly, taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “You always have. And if you don’t yet...well… you’ll figure it out.”
“I’m trying,” Julian’s voice started to waver, his hands cold and they shook. “I’m trying so hard but…I can’t see it yet.”
“You will,” Oz replied, staring back at him. “Julian, you… You know, you’re literally the weirdest kid I know? I have never in my life met anyone like you. When we were...when we were still a thing, I was intimidated by the fact that you had such a clear, definite goal in front of you. And it was a crazy stupid goal too, a freaking EGOT by age twenty-one, like—” he paused for a moment when he heard Julian let out a laugh, “—seriously, like in what universe does someone your age, my age have that insane goal with a refusal to accept any other outcome, and you were so intense about it that you were literally within reach of it, huh? And there was just me, like, happy to just get another casting…Hell, I could’ve done Youtube and been happy. I kept asking myself, who are you, why is this person going out with me, like…?”
He smiled as he waited for Julian to wipe his eyes. Then he added, “...you’re a freak in the way that… you figure it out. All the time. Like how a cat always lands on its feet. I mean I’m not going to say all your choices are great, but…” He shrugged. “You get there. And I know you’ll figure it out when you give yourself the chance to.”
“Cat…” Julian smiled faintly, looking as though he were remembering something. It was a pause before he suddenly said, “You know my mom got me one? Like...supposedly he’s an emotional support cat but I think she just got him for me for...companionship purposes.”
“Always good to have a friend,” Oz replied with a grin. Then he blinked in realization. “...is that why you came to me?”
“...I didn’t know if you’d care, if I dropped in without telling you,” Julian gave him an almost apologetic smile. “But I just...needed someone away from...all that.”
That was big. Bigger than Oz had expected. Julian Larson was not someone he knew to really need anyone. Even when they worked together in Something Damaged, it was like the show needed Julian and not the other way around. He even knew everyone’s lines better than they did.
“I’m just...trying to get better,” Julian whispered, reminding Oz that he’d gone quiet. “I thought...going to someone away from all this would help.”
Oz smiled and squeezed his hands reassuringly. “See…? I told you you’d know where to go.” He received a small smile for that. “Screw what everyone wants you to do. What do you want to do? Where do you want to be?”
It was like the question frightened him. Julian’s eyes were wide and he looked like he was looking for an answer. But was it really the question that worried him, or the answer?
Softly, Oz said, “Forget their expectations of you. And forget what you’re expecting of yourself. You haven’t let anything or anyone down. All this...it’s...just a setback. You’re getting back to your feet, that’s what it is. So… if there’s someplace you want to be, just for right now, or the immediate future… You should be there. Like when you picked to be here suddenly.”
He gave Julian an intent stare. “When you think of where you want to be...where’s the first place you think of…?”
Julian was very quiet as he stared back at him. But Oz knew, behind those brown eyes, he was seeing something or someone. A place or a person. Something. Like he was seeing an instant flashback. Julian did know where he wanted to be. He always did. Oz knew that well.
But wherever it is… it may not be a place he can be in just yet.
So he smiled instead. “Hey. You don’t have to go there this second. You don’t have to look so afraid. I’m not going to throw you out my door to go. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you like.”
“...I guess not.” Julian managed to smile.
“Well, if you’re not going anywhere for a bit, then…” Oz poured him another cup of tea, beaming at him and trying to lighten the mood. “So...tell me about your new cat, and I’ll tell you about theatre.”
“I would like that.”
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Episode 8 of Dalton is up. I'll leave the link here
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Nobody asked for this, and yet we're doing it anyway!
Literally every space in this hellsite has one, so why don't we have one as well?
The first round of polls will be uploaded starting on the 13th anniversary (Christ Almighty) of Hell Night and throughout the week, so February 27th-March 4th. In the meantime, I'm accepting ship propaganda (art) for every ship you could think of.
Let the games begin!
(Main blog is @fluidityandgiggles)
Links to the polls below the cut
Round One
Smytton vs Lobastian
Rilian vs Jogan
Sperril vs Dwodd
Lawrythe vs Lucy/Mika
Ericca vs Logkin
Harlie vs OT3Fect
Blogan vs Jameron
Kethan vs Ladie
Trin/Ford vs Drewtoru
Jadam vs Klaine
Sebrek vs Likey
Derian vs Orgyverse
Chustin vs Julioz
Larythe (Jujubash) vs Dwarlie
Todd/Sadie vs Kes
Juliark vs Alex/Allie
Austin/Clay vs Sinny/Raven
Durt vs Dwulian
Micrane vs Honey
Rane vs Dasey
Klogan vs Lake
Sebasthan vs Dwane
Stuart Trio vs Wesanny
Ford/Troy vs Johnny/Troy
Jojobash vs Dannika
Kurtbastian vs Speed
Reg/Cam vs George/Ryan
Jace vs Locah
Mine vs OT4Fect
Blude vs Datherine
Wilcroft vs Wevid
Tweedlecest vs Datherwes
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EPISODES 6-8 OUT NOW
https://thedaltonaudiobook.weebly.com/listen.html
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Dalton 8 Days of Wrath: Harm
Summary: Everyone deserved better.
AO3
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Kurt isn’t the first person who went to Dalton for solace.
It’s Kurt, who got bullied for who he was. His friends at McKinley tried to help him. His family is incredibly supportive. But in the end he lost. He had to go. He couldn’t deal with it anymore. He prides himself for his confidence and bravery, but even that got broken.
It's Logan, who will never be enough, especially for his father. Everything about him is deemed wrong, from his personality to his sexuality. His existence pisses everyone off and no matter what Logan does, he always fucks up again.
It's Merril, who lived on the streets for a week after her parents kicked her out. She will never fully wrap her head around it. How could her parents, who are supposed to love her unconditionally, do that to her? All because they keep seeing her as their disgraceful son. It hurts to be denied like that.
It's Blaine, who puts so much pressure on himself to be perfect. His life got shattered when Jude died. Then Erin and Becca left. Then Micah disappeared. That death was the beginning of the end. It’s almost as if a part of him died that day as well.
It's Julian, who one some days doesn’t even know who he is. He gets so lost in the façade that he’s created for himself, it’s hard to distinguish his actual personality from his Hollywood persona. Who is he? He’s exactly who you want him to be. It doesn’t matter if he likes it.
It’s Reed, who doesn’t understand what he is feeling, and his mother isn’t making things easier by trying to mold him into someone he’s not. He does what he’s told. He doesn’t have the luxury to think. Sometimes, he prefers not being able to think, because it means he doesn’t have to face who he might be.
It’s Shane, who searches endlessly for Micah. He’s been left behind, even by Blaine. He gets why, but it still hurts to lose his friends and his lover in a short period of time. Micah is nowhere to be found, but Shane will not give up.
It’s every queer kid who’s ever set foot on Dalton Academy. It’s every queer kid who will. It's Dalton Academy, where they have to grapple with the harm that they’ve been through. But things will get better.
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End notes: Honestly, you gotta read Healing now. It does get better.
#Daltonfic#drabble#holy fuck I wrote#2022#THE NEXT ONE WILL HOPEFULLY BE HAPPY#but also yeah it is wrath
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saw something else doing alice in wonderland, and spent a good 45 seconds staring at their alice, thinking "wait, that's not... that's not Kurt Hummel... who???"
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