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laguezze · 1 year

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PAC: What's your ideal career path?

(This is for the career oriented people that got absolutely no idea what to do with their lives or have an idea but are so overwhelmed and lost with all the possibilities. I salute y'all bc same)

More piles this time because why not lol

Here are the piles:

Pile 1

Pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 4

Pile 5

Pile 6

Ready? Let's go!

Pile 1

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe ~

👩‍🍳🏖️🩴🍹🚣‍♀️🤝👩‍💼🕴️🧳

There are two subgroups within this pile so I will read them differently right now.

Seems like Group 1 is actually free spirited and out there and independent. You guys don't need anyone and you hate being restrained by boundaries or rules. Thus, I think a career that best suits you is one where no one rules over you but yourself. And of course not a high stress environment. I'm seeing you, group 1 fellows might thrive in a customer service position. Some of you might open your own bar or something, I'm seeing a lot of entrepreneurship here. Do it. Start that business and be happy.

And now onto group 2

For group 2, seems like you guys have some things to work on. You say your dream is to be a hippie by the beach that is free spirited and carefree but you are nothing like that. And that is ok. You're not less cool or more boring or ordinary. You being yourself is already unique, there is nothing to complete in you.

I'm seeing some of you guys are quiet and shy, but actually love people. Wouldn't be hurtful to try out some customer service as well! Weirdly enough I see the same career paths as group 1 for you guys. Entrepreneurship, having your own company, etc.

In general, for both groups I see these:

culinary arts (big on this one), Chef, waiter, bartender, owner of any place that serves food or drink, secretary, CEO, business management, HR worker, meeting mediator, etc

Pile 2

You like my hair? Gee, thanks! Just bought it ~

🎹👮‍♀️⚖️👩‍🔬🔭🔬💅

You guys seem like a bit of an airhead but in a wonderful way. I can't stress how positively I mean that. People seem baffled by the way you act and say things and you surprise them everyday. Seems like you really don't care about who you're talking to, there is no filter or personality switch. You're just you. And it's genuine. And it's enough. You seem to have some issues with people because of that, but also you attract wonderful opportunities as well. Think Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. Big Elle energy for real.

I think you guys might even be in a male dominated industry, which is tough considering your personality, but not impossible. And especially not impossible for you. Absolutely not customer service, though. Some people hate your personality (f them ngl) but your ideal career is probably one where your work speaks for itself and they can't deny your talent.

I see careers such as STEM, law, IT, music, biology, forensics, investigator, nail tech and criminal Justice.

Pile 3

Wrote some songs about Ricky, now I listen and laugh ~

🩰🪩🕺🏠👩‍💼🎭💵🤑😎

You guys are powerful. When you enter a room, people notice you. Which is why you could either do great in the performance arts or in a position of power within an organization. This is so short and straight forward, but so are you so...

Careers I see: dancer, CEO, event planner, actor, real estate agent.

Pile 4

She might've let you hold her hand in school but imma show you how to graduate ~

🏖️🤑🧳✈️🍹🍔🍕👨‍🍳🧥🚣

Ok you guys, this is gonna be a bit straightforward so beware.

A lot of you guys think you're hot s*-#, which you can be but you are not right now. What I mean by that is you seem like the type of person that says: yeah! I'm gonna have a private jet and a thousand cars and blah blah. Very materialistic. But you're not putting in the work at all, you probably don't even know what it is you're passionate about or want to do with your life (which is so valid). You just want to be rich, which honestly I get it, but you need some drive other than "i want a Maserati" you need to want something bigger. You need to be good at something and you don't even know what that something is. And something tells me that you are not even thinking about what that could be. You fantasize about being rich without wondering how to get there. Why do you want that? Status? Relationships? Reevaluate.

That said, I see two types of outcomes. If you put in the effort I'm seeing you can achieve that level of richness you're looking for. Some of you might start a company or climb up an existing one. Some of you might become travel vloggers or influencers.

If you keep doing what you're doing I see you're working at fast food chains (i literally channeled that I'm not gonna lie to y'all) as a manager maybe retail too, that type of jobs.

Careers I see: McDonald's worker, fast food manager, retail worker, makeup store worker (I'm seeing Sephora), mall business owner, souvenir store owner, business owner in general, travel vlogger, boat driver, tourist attraction worker, marketing specialist, hotel worker, hotel owner.

Hope it resonates and my apologies for the bluntness, seemed like the pile wanted to call you out. Maybe you needed it.

Lots of love 💕

Pile 5

I've been here all night, I've been here all day ~

🎤🩰🏡📚🧑‍🍳💐👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

You guys are actually going to be successful. I'm seeing some of you have bigger dreams, some of you have smaller ones (which is cool too!) But all of you will definitely achieve them in some way or another.

I see someone with a family and a big house. Some kids running around. Some of you want to be stay at home partners to a rich person (respect to you guys, every dream is a valid one) and I see you'll get that and be fulfilled. Vacation is a given. You don't struggle with money. None of you guys do.

Some common themes you all have is that your career will allow you to be calm and chill. There are no problems. Money comes easy and secure. And you're living the dream, whichever dream that may be.

A lot of you guys here are here for confirmation of an ideal life you have. Let me say, yes. It's happening. Maybe not in the way you think, maybe not in the amount of success you want it. Or maybe it does fully! But it's happening. I'm seeing some of you might want to act? You'll be an actor and have work but maybe you won't be a big Hollywood star. Or maybe you will!

Some of you may want to be singers. Again, you might not win a Grammy and become Beyonce, but you will work as a singer and it will pay your bills. Like singing at events, hotels, etc. (Or maybe you will win a Grammy! Don't let tarot discourage you from achieving anything! It's just a tool, not a strict rule to follow)

Anyways, you will be whatever it is you want to be.

I know this reading might be confusing but that's what I channelled.

Careers I see: actor/actress, stay at home partner, flight attendant, singer, dancer, librarian, real estate agent, restaurant owner, chef, coffee shop owner, flower shop owner, bakery owner.

Pile 6

A feeling that you can't fight, my one ~

🥖🇫🇷🌍✈️📸

You guys are travelers, no matter what you do you will be up in the air and onto a new place. Kinda chaotic, but you like that.

I'm seeing some of you might work in the fashion industry, models, designers, makeup artists, etc. You all are here gathered. I hear Milan, Paris, London, Fashion Week.

Some of you could just be a flight attendant and that's why you travel so much.

A couple of you might be touring for some reason, you might play in a band or you might sing backup for someone or you might sing yourself or play.

I'm seeing such chaos, though. Like a lot.

Some of you might do film! Or photography! And probably need to relocate for shoots a lot. So cool.

Careers I see: photographer, filmmaker, model, magazine editor, security guard, flight attendant, pilot, makeup artist, wardrobe assistant, set decorator.

The End

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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would you be ever so kind as to spare some OL2 headcanons or crumbs 🤲🤲

If you don’t wanna write for OL2 then OLBA is just as amazing!!!!!!

Hi! I will eventually write for OL2 I'm sure, but I haven't gotten through the demo yet! Right now I'm at the beginning of the first day of school -- I keep getting pulled back into the first one because it has such a chokehold on me lol.

But I was writing these for OLBA so I'll put them here! Thank you!!!

-- Do you like trashy reality shows? Good for you. Cove's not really into it, but he'll watch with you if you want him to. Derek can definitely have some fun with it. But Baxter turns into a monster.

MC answering their phone: Hey, what's up?

Baxter: DID YOU SEE, *this person* from *this show* got arrested.

MC: Aren't you supposed to be working?

Baxter: I saved the mug shot to my photos, I am sending it to you via text right now.

(Client in the background complaining)

Baxter: I do have to get off the phone now, but if you hear anything else call the office and tell them it's an emergency, they'll put you through to me.

-- If you go the Derek romance route, I think you make out once in high school. Because hormones, you've crushed on each other for years, and like it just happens. And then after he's very unwell, he keeps apologizing, and either your really shy and nervous about it or like "no it's ok, that was nice," but either way he's like "HAVE TO GO, TTYL." He doesn't talk to you for a little bit but then feels bad.

MC: Derek, I like you in a romantic way. I want you to be my boyfriend. I liked kissing you and I want to kiss you again.

Derek: Haha that was crazy, so how's school going?

-- Derek is good with cars. Big muscles make car go vroom.

Like there would have been a time when you got a flat tire and you either didn't know how to change it or blanked on what Cliff told you (Cliff taught you how to change a tire, no questions) and called him like "help" and he dropped everything and drove to wherever you were to change it for you.

-- He's also good with mechanical fixes, and just with his hands in general. Is your sink messed up? Call Derek. Some issue with your stove? Call Derek. Creaky door? You already know. (You have to do stuff for him too though, that's the rules).

-- Back to Cliff though, you know those videos of men like "I'm going to teach you some dad stuff" for people who grew up without dads? That's Cliff. Obviously your moms are amazing, but Daddy Cliff is going to step in too sometimes.

-- Cliff teaching MC how to tie a tie, just imagine.

-- Baxter goes home alone after Miranda's birthday party/the second party for him and finishes off that bottle of champagne because he knows that summer's almost over and he's going to do A Bad Thing and he hates himself.

-- Honestly it hurt my feelings so much at the end of Step 3 lol, like I was genuinely taken aback by his goodbye scene. Asking MC why they'd keep talking when he couldn't give them rides anymore like that's all they were interested in, the audacity.

-- Cove has the whole game, he's gonna be ok, we're talking about other people this time.

-- In adulthood, MC looks back at that time they learned their birth parents died when they were a baby, had a quick breakdown then went back home and did a musical performance for their family as one of the cringiest moments of their life (I'm not using second person this time because I don't want to sound judgey but LOL come on). They'll tell Derek about it later on when they're together and he'll be like "aww, that sounds sweet," and Baxter will be nice about it too, but he'll also have some comments to make.

Baxter: Darling, my plant at the office seems to be dying, could you perhaps do a song and dance number to ease my pain?

MC: Shut uuuuuup.

-- Last week gb patch made a post on Patreon with a new sketch for OLNF with wedding planner Baxter, so like the oldest Baxter we'll see in cannon, and he was wearing a cream turtleneck, a purple overcoat, and what looked to me to be a peach colored gingham suit. So by the time he gets to be like 40, his fashion sense is going to be off the rails. He's going to call you and be like "I just went shopping, I hope you like my new look," and come home like:

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #our life headcannons #our life cove #our life baxter #our life derek #cliff holden #olba baxter #olba cove #olba derek

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thathcwriter · 2 years

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AU Alphabet

These are meant to be vague: Take them however you want to. With that being said, have fun!

Apocalypse AU

Afterlife AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Angel AU

Actor AU

Band AU

Boxer AU

Bounty Hunter AU

Bachelor/ette AU

Bookstore AU

Coffee Shop AU

College AU

Cooking Contest AU

Coaches AU

Campground AU

Do-Over (Second Chance) AU

Dance Company AU

Drivers (Racing or Rideshare) AU

Divers AU

Dragon Tamers AU

Emergency Room AU

Empath AU

Entrepreneurs AU

Executioner(s) AU

Fake Dating AU

Firefighter AU

Flower Shop AU

Face Blindness AU (the inability to recognize the other person’s face.)

Forced Partners/ In a group together AU

Graveyard AU

Ghost AU

Gang AU

Gardeners AU

Group Therapy AU

Holding Cell AU

High School AU

Harpy AU

Historical Fiction AU

Husky Race/Doglsed AU

Ice Cream Shop AU

Ice Hockey AU

Interior Designer AU

Island (Survival) AU

Investigation AU

Jeweler AU

Janitors AU

Jazz Club AU

(Court) Jester AU

Kennel (Animal Shelter) AU

Knitting AU

Karate AU

Kayaking AU

Kingpin AU

Lawyer AU

Lemonade Stand AU

Library AU

Lycanthropy AU

Lifeguard AU

Musician AU

Medieval AU

Motocross AU

Makeup Artists AU

Mafia AU

Navy AU

News Station AU

Nurses AU

Neverland AU

No (Insert Character) AU

Online Friends AU

Orchard AU

Office AU

Ocean AU

Olympics AU

Podcasters AU

Photographer AU

Psychic AU

Pirate AU

Pizza Place AU

Quilting AU

Queen (Royalty) AU

Quarry AU

Reporter AU

Resurrections AU

Receptionist AU

Rodeo AU

Raceway (Horses or Cars) AU

Soulmate AU

Skiing AU

Songwriter AU

Soldier AU

Stunt Performer AU

Time Travel AU

Tennis AU

Tour Guide AU

Tattoo Shop AU

Talent Agency Au

Undercover AU

Underworld AU

Umpire AU

Underwater AU

Vampire AU

Veterinarian AU

Vlogging AU

Vineyard AU

Virtuoso AU

Writer AU

Wedding Planner AU

Woodworker AU

Western AU

X) N/A

Youtube AU

Yacht Club AU

Zookeeper AU

Zodiac AU

Zombie AU

#au list #writing prompts #prompt list #au ask meme #ask game #ask meme #fic prompts #feel free to reblog this

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 1 year

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Stories We’ve Read & Enjoyed in the Past Three Years (2020 - 2023)

We had a recent request for stories that were not dark, and no character death. They wanted stories that would make for fun conversations - we’re not quite sure what that means exactly, since any story can spark a fun convo so we hope you all find something enjoyable to read. We’ve included 30 various stories - if you enjoy an author’s writing, definitely check out their other works! And it goes without saying, please leave kudos or a sweet comment.

Thank you and happy reading!

Lynne, @hkvoyage @1908jmd and @lilyvandersteen

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I Don’t Date Cheerios by @teddyshoney

Blaine, leader of the McKinley High bad boys is forced to join a club, and he winds up singing in front of the Glee Club. Who else would be in the audience besides Cheerio Kurt? Kurt's never been a fan of Blaine, but that's all about to change...

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99 perspectives on a single love story by @spaceorphansficrecs

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

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Nashville by @hkvoyage

Kurt lands the lead role in a new musical, but it flops during the previews. However, his performance captivates Nashville’s newest country music sensation. They share an instant connection and it grows deeper as they get to know each other. Will Kurt be able to save the musical and keep the man of his dreams?

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Christmas in Cabinland by @honeysucklepink

Sam enters Kurt and Blaine in a contest for a “unique Airbnb experience,” which turns out to be a rustic week in 15 acres of the Pacific Northwest rainforest. Far away from civilization, and with little interruption from their eccentric hosts, it’s a Christmas they won’t soon forget.

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Barking up the wrong bakery by @forabeatofadrum

Kurt is the biggest dog party planner in Los Angeles. When his usual dog bakery cancels on Kurt, he’s in the dire need of a last minute replacement. Luckily, he comes across the Dalton Doggy dog bakery, which is run by Blaine and Cooper Anderson. Cooper’s a mess, but Blaine manages to charm Kurt. Will Kurt be able to keep it professional?

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About-face by quizasvivamos

At the start of the Marching Band season his sophomore year, Blaine is the youngest Drum Major in McKinley High history. However, none of his peers believe he deserves the title, especially a handful of embittered upperclassmen, including one particularly stubborn Color Guard Captain, who challenges him in more ways than one.

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Everybody’s naked and there’s a country to run by @coffeegleek

A take on the "prince/king!Blaine and prince/king!Kurt are getting married and have to do it while naked in front of their loyal subjects" trope. It’s pure crack taken seriously. I’m blaming the heat. The fic started as this wisp of an idea and a single funny Kurt line. It was supposed to all be fast paced and instead sometimes dissolves into a bit of world building, exposition, and Kurt feelings. I do try my best and hope that at least some of the jokes and humor land. It also developed a full blown plot that has a beginning and an end.

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Braid of Gold by @jayhawk-writes

Kurt and Blaine ask Caphriel to make the decision about where they go next. He chooses a lifetime where Kurt and Blaine will have to navigate a situation they've not yet been in. They'll have to work through loss and betrayal and ultimately, their bond will be stronger as a family because of it.

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Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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These inconvenient fireworks by @redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

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Reprise by orphan-account [PDF]

During Kurt's senior year at NYADA, a life-changing event causes him to take a leave of absence and what was supposed to be a short stay turns into years. His life certainly isn't what he expected, but he's not exactly unhappy. His name is not lit up in lights on Broadway, but he's involved in community theater and LGBTQ groups in Columbus and has friends who love him and casual lovers. But turning 35 has made him restless and he's longing for the life he had before. Burt talks him into taking some classes at Ohio State University to finish his degree and start focusing on himself again. What Kurt finds on the OSU campus is much more than he bargained for.

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Turn Into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

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Spinning out by @rockitmans

Blaine is smitten with his college roommate literally upon arrival and decides that he's an excellent candidate for losing his virginity with. After all, what's better for Roomie Bonding than penetration between friends?

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Solid Gold by @heartsmadeofbooks

Ten years after breaking his engagement to Blaine, Kurt's life isn't the fairy tale he once hoped for. Forced to leave New York, he goes looking for a second chance, not expecting to find it in the town he always wanted to run away from, or with the man whose heart he shattered.

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Lost Boy by my own patronus

In September 1999, Pam and James Anderson's world was shattered when their youngest son, Blaine, was abducted from a local park. 12 years later, after pain, healing, and tireless searching, the family is reunited. But the boy who comes home to them isn't the same one they lost so long ago. The Anderson family must learn to change and grow as a lost boy is found once more.

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To Serenade an Angel by @teddyshoney

After the death of his father, Kurt receives a letter from a prestigious musical college, inviting him to attend. He decides to attend, and shortly after his arrival, he hears a strange voice beckoning him down a forbidden hallway. Kurt begins a relationship with the voice, unsure why he finds him so intriguing and why his heart beats more rapidly each time he thinks about the voice. Who does the voice belong to? And what does it want with him?

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Since Sense Sensory by @gleefulpoppet

One rainy night, nestled at a patio table of a small café, Kurt broke off his engagement with Blaine in a moment of heated frustration that had been building for weeks. That was 12 years ago, and they haven’t seen each other since. Suddenly, they may find themselves reunited in a place they never expected. If you had a second chance with your first love, would you take it?

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The Ghost Kitchen by @hkvoyage

At the start of the Covid-19 pandemic, Kurt lived in Lima with his father. Two years later, he returned to New York City. As he needed money to pay for rent and food, he got a job in a booming industry: food delivery. His first delivery order was a pick-up from Warbler Food Enterprises. Little did he know he would meet a cute chef there that would turn his world upside down.

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Where Dreams Are Born by @kurtswish

Kurt Hummel always dreamed of New York, but reality doesn’t quite live up to his expectations. One impulsive decision could change it all.

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Love, Blaine by @gleefuldarrencrissfan

Blaine Anderson is a typical teenager. Except he’s not because he’s hiding a huge secret. He’s gay. But after reading a confession on the informal Dalton blog, he discovers that he’s not the only closeted boy at Dalton. After a moment of courage, he emails him and ultimately starts up a friendship that will change life as he knows it. Loosely based on Love, Simon.

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Teach Me Control by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt is in a established Dom/sub relationship with his high school English teacher, Blaine. And Blaine decides to surprise him on his nineteenth birthday with something he never expected.

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looking for something that'll (never) come by @klaineanummel

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

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Domus Civita by JayhawkWrites

While on vacation to a city he’s never been to, Kurt Hummel finds himself in a place that he recognized from his dreams. The person he always sees in those dreams is there, too, and they spot him and ask, “Is it really you?”

Note: Part of the In Every Lifetime series

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Bicycle Patrol Unit by @caramelcoffeeaddict

When NYPD bicycle cop, Blaine Anderson, begins to fall for Kurt Hummel - the gorgeous man that he first notices while Kurt is jogging through the park during Blaine’s patrol there - it causes a rift between him and his patrol partner, Sebastian Smythe

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Never Saying Goodbye To You by @lilyvandersteen

Inspired by a beautiful drawing by @thisdoesnotsuck, this is a story where Kurt travels through time to the 1920s and falls in love with his great-grandfather’s secret beau. Featuring a family curse, doppelgängers, angst and confusion.

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When Are You Gonna Sing For Me by TheNameIsBritney

Kurt is one of the three members of wildly successful pop punk band One Three Hill. He is also forgetful as all get out and accidentally leaves his phone somewhere where a certain music teacher just happens to find it.

The pop star!Kurt/middle school music teacher!Blaine au that lives rent free in my brain

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My Reader by Cleverboots (Amberlovesocean)

Kurt is looking for an after-school job. He finds an ad on the school bulletin board for a job reading aloud for someone. It pays well and seems easy, so Kurt applies. He gets the job and goes to the mansion to read for a boy that was severely injured in an accident. Of course you know the boy's name is Blaine Anderson. After a rocky start, they become friends and an amazing opportunity opens up for Kurt.

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The Elf On The Shelf by kellyb321

The owner at Verve Design has decided the holidays at the office have been way too boring in the past. He's decided to kick it up a notch with a Christmas party, Secret Santas and...and adorable Elf on the Shelf for the office. Kurt might be a little smitten.

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Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart by @jayhawk-writes

Blaine and Kurt spent a while picking their next adventure. When they finally decided, Caphriel was elated. This was an adventure he had been waiting for them to choose.

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Guard My Heart by @scatter-the-stars

The kiss isn't meant to change his life. But for Kurt, that's what happens when he kisses basketball star Blaine Anderson. Not wanting to concern himself with the guy, he focuses on going back to his normal life and saving a place he loves. When Blaine starts to show up in his life, he tries to ignore the feelings he stirs up in him. That's easier said than done, and Kurt soon finds himself falling for someone unexpected.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #glee fanfiction #recent fics #admin recommendation #2020 #2021 #2022 #2023 #admin

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thegreenleavesofspring · 3 months

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High points of the sermon today:

God is an eleventh-hour God. (My phrasing not his, but the same point.) He likes to do things last minute. This is something that I - a natural planner - have really, really struggled to accept. I am getting better at throwing my hands wryly in the air and going "Time is running out so I'm leaving all this in Your hands" (spoiler alert: this is almost always the right thing to do. I do still find it nerve-wracking sometimes.)

When Jesus drove the moneychangers and merchants out of the Temple, they'd set up shop in the Court of the Gentiles. They were shoving the non-Jews out of worship of the real God. Jesus took except to this; ergo God cares about the Gentiles too. (I mean. I know this. But sometimes the reminder is nice.)

A good authority figure is most concerned with the well-being of those subordinate, not their performance and punishment. (I tend to forget this one a lot. I have a hard time grasping the concept of an authority figure who does not use their authority as an excuse to throw their weight around or set impossible standards. Of one who... cares.)

It's not just Christians who will be judged on Judgement Day. It is not, in fact, even primarily Christians who will be judged on Judgement Day. I tend to get so wrapped up in thinking about how ashamed I'll be when my own works are weighed and sent through the fire that I tend to forget that people (likemyhusband) are also beholden to God's righteousness and commandments - even though they do not acknowledge it. That they're going to be held accountable for their failures.

#I tend to be so preoccupied with my own failures that I forget about other peoples'#(I have trouble with self-forgiveness. Yes I know that's a problem.)#...I also tend to take on the weight of other people's failures. Which. Again. Is wrong.#Anyway...#This is has been Over-sharing Sunday with Bri

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feybeasts · 12 days

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Aight, here’s what I’m tossing out!:

Top 5 aircraft you feel are underrated and get hated/made fun of too often?

Hmmmmmmmm that's an interesting criteria, because it's like- what do I judge on? Perceived performance? Popular perception?

I'm gonna go off of vibes here, and explain my choices:

The Hawker Hurricane. When people think of the Battle of Britain in WWII, they think of the Supermarine Spitfire, because people are wrong and dumb. The Hurricane did the heavy lifting throughout much of the early war on the whole "keep the Nazis out of the skies over the UK" thing, and they served admirably for most of the war in many countries' service. Reliable, rugged, and tough, it's a damn fine plane that usually ends up being forgotten for its prettier, moodier cousin.

2. The MiG-21, though I could really point to a lot of soviet aviation. The "Balalaika" as it was nicknamed, was an absolute barnstormer in its time, a high-performance interceptor that scared the hell out of western planners over Vietnam and Egypt. Well-armed, maneuverable at speed, and fast as hell, it gave a lot of air forces real bloody noses, but it tends to be forgotten or relegated to the dustbin by popular culture for- get this- being outdated in the modern age. No shit. Things get old. Doesn't erase what they did before. Life's not a video game.

3. The C-47 Skytrain. Usually set dressing and nothing more, or overlooked by aviation nerds because it's "not one of the shooty planes," the C-47 is nothing short of the origin of modern commercial aviation. It was the first viable passenger plane in airline service, it was a cargo hauler all over the world, it fought through WWII (on both sides, copied both by the Soviets and Japanese,) and for many many years after. Some C-47s are still flying today, and that's a hell of a legacy.

4. The F-5 Tiger II. This one is less popular perception, and more being underrated in the real world- The Tiger II was a light fighter developed in the 1960's originally to be sold to the US Air Force, but which never saw full introduction in an era where small, light, maneuverable planes were losing out to big, unwieldy missile boats. Relegated to being sold as export or used as trainers, the F-5 was perhaps best appreciated by the Soviets, who were FLOORED by the maneuverability and handling of captured examples out of Vietnam. It's an aircraft denied its time in the limelight, despite being a damn fine little bird.

5. The AH-56 Cheyenne. That's right, a helicopter. The Cheyenne was an attack helicopter being developed for the US Army during the cold war and was an incredibly advanced aircraft for its time, boasting features and improvements we only now see coming into common use with modern attack helicopters. It would have been fast, maneuverable, modern, and fantastic- but it made the USAF butt-hurt because military services are a bunch of whiny babies who throw temper tantrums if the other services get shiny toys that they think step on their toes. That's right, the Cheyenne wasn't cancelled because it was a failure- it was cancelled because the military-industrial complex is fucking stupid and deserves your scorn.

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Backgrounds With Class: Rakdos Cultist

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer. So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with. Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

Rakdos Cultist

The Rakdos Cultist Artificer is what you get when you cross a bartender with a stage pyrotechnician. Not much of a talker, he’s pursued the mixture of dangerous liquids ever since his pa brought him to bring-your-child-to-work day with him in the Izzet lab he worked. The fizz and spark of the fluids, the pop and bang of the explosives, and the screeches of dismay and inspiration sat heavy in his mind ever since, and he’s chased that high all the way from the top of a magister’s tower to the underground club where he makes sure the stage lights cast the best illumination and the pyro’s always on point.

The Rakdos Cultist Barbarian has been a fan of the circus his whole life. From when his Orzhov parents first stood enthralled on the street by the carnival’s call to when his sister walked the razor-tightrope to her own end, he has always felt a burning for life and the fleeting performance that no cold coin can cool. Now, roustabout in his free time and blade-juggler on stage, he chases his dream- to throw himself body and soul into the cult’s every move, be it stunts on stage, drinks in a dive, or a riot set to ruin neighborhoods.

The Rakdos Cultist Bard has skipped out on his parents’ legacy of kill-suiting in favor of better blades over more blades. Born for the limelight like many of the cult of Rakdos, his small stature is as much a surprise to audiences as his opponents, as is the killer-slapstick routine he’s working on. This routine, “The Bumbling Swordsman,” is an acrobatic marvel, integrating his natural athleticism and skill with the blade to make sure his co-performers meet various hilarious “accidental” ends throughout the performance and has, so far, even killed a member of the audience from sheer hilarity.

The Rakdos Cultist Cleric is walking proof that not every member of the Cult of Rakdos belongs on stage. Painfully clumsy and gifted with a total lack of a sense of humor, he instead leverages his massive frame to roustabout for his troop. Between shows, he studies tactics, convinced that Rakdos mobs shouldn’t limit themselves only to frenzied orgies of violence. This unusual focus on warfare has started getting him some attention at parties- after all, every party needs a planner to blow it up.

The Rakdos Cultist Druid has an uncanny connection with the various beasts that make themselves at home in Rakdos clubs, fight-pits, and pitfight-clubs. Capable of speaking to and guiding the many rats loyal to Rakdos himself in performance and defense of their buried territories, his ‘pets’ have earned him the honorary title of ratcatcher. That this half-ogre is a runt for his kind and has a bad back to boot matters little when a chittering carpet of filthy fur and teeth can back him up in combat.

The Rakdos Cultist Fighter never could pick between fire-breathing or axe throwing. When his troop’s leader asked him drunkenly “why choose?,” the path became clear. Now, he breathes fire without oil and blocks the other thrower’s axes with magic, the better to put death-defying stunts in his shows. Part-time enforcer, part-time performer, and part-time miner, he’s operated on minimal sleep for years, claiming the sleep-dep hallucinations and irritability only sharpen his edge and heighten his performance.

The Rakdos Cultist Monk, like many in the Cult of Rakdos, is not one to miss a party. Unlike most, though, his legendary constitution makes sobriety a daunting wall to climb- and not for lack of trying. Despite a constitution given by his demonic grandfather, he can blackout with the best of them, and his appetite for new and stranger drinks and other intoxicants is insatiable. And when the call goes out for entertainment, he’s always third to heed the call, bobbing, ducking, weaving, and knifing with the best bar brawlers in the Cult.

The Rakdos Cultist Paladin wasn’t always the proud middle-finger marauder he is today. Once he was a Boros Legionnaire, training to serve as angelic honor guard. Then everything changed when he was sent to Precinct Four for a month of border watch. In that month, he saw Gruul raiders rip through disciplined troops like a ball through pins, izzet wierds level buildings, and his fellow legionnaires ignore noncombatants in danger. It got to be that his nights unwinding at the local Rakdos clubs were the only thing that made sense, and when the rest of his squad pulled out, he stayed behind, forsaking his rank in favor of the mad hedonism of the club floor.

The Rakdos Cultist Ranger has a deceptively difficult job: taking care of the beasts for the cult’s performances. Not so easy when the beasts include horses with nightmare sires, just-barely-not-hellhounds, and rats the size of cats with the temper of wolverines. Still, she’s quick with a beastmaster’s blade and whip, and has an eye for training beasts to perform alongside her, so she might go far yet. In the meantime, she also finds herself playing crowd control when the audience tries to escape to upstage the other cultists.

The Rakdos Cultist Rogue walks the path of the blade bravo, full of tall tales and braggadocio too grand to believe- almost. In truth he is a talented swordsman, and an ambitious performer- his boasts are the show, and with a packed bar to play off of, he can claim greater and greater impossibilities- that he fought the sun, that Tin Street’s named after his family, that Isperia of the Azorious Senate is a casual ‘playmate’ of his. Of course, making such boasts in mixed company has brought him trouble before, but that’s what a quick blade and a quicker step are for.

The Rakdos Cultist Sorcerer doesn’t really know where he came from or why. Born in the Undercity and manifesting unusually scaly skin for a human, he aways assumed he was the runoff from a Simic experiment. He spent a lot of his youth running with freaks and geeks from the Rakdos’s mining operations between his own stints in the mines. It wasn’t until he was nearly an adult before the scale color came in and he realized he wasn’t a failed krasis or guardian project subject, but that he somehow ended up with high-octane dragon blood and the sorcery that came with it.

The Rakdos Cultist Warlock has always felt the thunder in her soul, like so many of her herd; unlike the rest, she is content to surround herself with drums and chase the pulse of the crowd. After lancing three of her roustabouts in a grim comedy routine Rakdos himself chuckled at, she swore to make the ringmaster laugh- and he pulled a lance from his own flesh to hand to her, mark of her promise. Now she’s a rider after his own humor, aiming to plant her charge where it can hit the hardest- a striker fit to bust a gut.

The Rakdos Cultist Wizard puts a lot of effort into only burning the right things for his performances. A fire-juggler by trade and a student of Evocation magic by fancy, he specializes in acts of pyrotechnic grace and complexity on the stage. Currently he’s thrown his lot in with a handful of like-minded souls, and they lowkey compete to see who causes the most property damage at their venues. To the winner go the nightly spoils- a new brand and a drink. He’s got four brands already, but there’s always room for one more.

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Profile ~ Judas Caesar

☼ Roots ☼

話 "Wind against your back and a stab to the very fate's front." 話 - Full Name: Judas Caesar - Namesday: 3rd Umbral Moon of the 30th Sun - Blood Type: A - Patron Sign: Halone, The Fury. - Gender: Male - Nationality: Island-Born, "Aldeia" - Age: 31 Summers - Height: 6 Fulms 1 Ilms - Weight: 220 Ponze - Build: Athletic Muscular / Lean / Proportional - Voice: ~ (Ref) - Debut Chapter: Passion's Twist - Ancestry: Royal Bloodline - Race: Hyur: Midlander - Clan: Aldeian - Crew Role: First Crewmate

✯ Core✯

- Alignment: Story-Dependent - Sexuality: Bi - Marital Status: Single - (10) - Personality Traits: Hardworking, Strategic, Reserved, Diplomatic, Deceptive, Disciplined, Inscrutable, Earnest, Conscientious, Caring. - (0-6) - Most Potent Qualities: Strategic, Reserved, Disciplined, Inscrutable, Stoic, Deceptive. - Quirks : Overly Tense, Gets to the Point, Workaholic, Has a Burdensome Goal. Former Betrayer. Questionably Trustworthy. - Weaknesses: Stressed. Anxious. Nearly Impossible to read; Poker Face. Quite serious to a fault. Will work himself to death. Or suffer deprivation. Terrible luck. Distant at First. Sleep Acne, Night Terrors. - Appearance: Striking golden-locks, and sapphire hues, strapping in every-sense a royal model from a glimpse appearance, being quite dashing and pretty often serves against him being unusual in piracy, most can identify he's worth-something; if nothing else a slave or potential blackmail. Even when he's most-rugged and unkempt he's got few blemishes or mismanaged pores. He's exquisitely blessed as if sculpted by the favor of some Goddess. Often adorns himself with little to no-jewelry outside large earrings as memento for when got his ears-pierced alongside his childhood sister in bonding. He dresses primarily like everyday fellow-rogue. Gloves are a must to have donned and always wears sleeved-apparel, he's no-preference on color of attire, but does fancy tight-clothing that are snug against his frame that compliment his build. - Scars: Distinguished Left-Eye Scar, Chest Scar (Faded) - Tattoos: (Left-Hand) Strange Crest. - Piercings: Ears - Primary Residence: Worldly Finder - Wealth: Decent Enough, (Doesn't have claim of Inheritance currently.) - Achievements: Survived near Death from Eternal Sona Flower while also vanquishing the Voidsent dwelling within the Relic; that invades attempts to corrupt the host. Overwhelming it with his sheer ambitious willpower (humanoid spirit). Cowardly Escaped his Home Providence at the behest of his Sister and Mother becoming ensnared and damned by the tyrannical King. Took under an alias known as Parabellum and terrorized as a Slaving-Captain. Until brought to his sense by Solaire. Judas is very gifted at manipulation and portraying himself as another identity quite easily to an unrecognizable-degree, frightening-so. Performs exceptionally well under high-tense situations. Won three champion-cups in Jousting Junior tournaments. - Influence: Runaway Prince of Aldeia First and earliest, Crewmate of the Goldbrand since Captain's reign. - 5 Foods: Lobster, Peppers, Bread, Meatloaf, Stews. - 5 Drinks: Beer, Water, Lemonade, Wine, Ale. - Profession: Diplomatic, Jury-Rigger, Ambassador, Cleaner, Orderly, Negotiator, Delegating, Athletics, Theatrics, Espionage, Manipulation, Planning, Calculating, Analytics, Academic, Horseback Riding. - Hobbies: Juggling, Ballroom Dancing, Organist, Pianist, Calisthenics, Fencing, Acting, Espionage, Puzzles, Hingashi Checkers, Ishgardian Chess, Memory Games. - Experiences: Survivor, Decipher (Maps/Scrolls), EOD Specialist, Planner, Diplomat, Noble, Rogue, Smuggling, Slaving, Strategist, Piracy, Thievery, Espionage. - Favorite Color: Royal Blue - Language: Eorzean Fluently - Prior Mentors: Father, Mother, Older Sister, Kingdom Retainer, Various Instructors.

❤ Relations❤

☝ Allies: (Major Supporters / Family / Friends) Wild Crew TBA ☟ Antagonists: (Rivals - Enemies) Aldeian King - Primary Antagonist Crewmate's Dream & Loyalty Mission: Reclaim his birthplace and siege a near impenetrable castle fortress from a 8th Warlord of the Seas, Tyrannical Devil King. Relationship w/ Captain: (OOC Commentary) Captain serves as sort of a Merlin to a young Arthur to Judas. Searching to guide ferry him to an unfathomable enchanting place but with many perils and difficulty. Judas betrayed Captain in belief of aiding and strengthening him being one of the First people Captain really valued and loved, to turn against him, but Captain was at the time-spinning, losing sight, becoming directionless, acting reckless, if someone tried to stay and be led by that, it's just being condemned with slavery, awaiting pointless death and countless ire of peers. It was easier to betray and cause a mutiny and put-out that fire. There's a chance, Captain could've survived the ordeal and learn from it, forcefully. They've a violently strong-platonic relationship that is more intense than most romances. The former-transgressions always cracks their bridge as-if walking on thin-ice, making them second-guess each-other, things, goals. Trust is the hardest thing to heal, earn-back, forgiveness is not an overnight thing. Both of them made a young-vow-bond to another that cannot be factored out. Judas swears he'll be the wind to Captain's sails, back. While Captain assured he'll be the one who ferries Judas back home and reclaim its Sunlight gathering enough might and influence to overcome the daunting impossible journey they've together. Mount: Mix-Breed Stallion named Griffin. Pets: N/A (Unless count the Black Cat -,-)

❀ Prowess❀

Job: Battle Architect

Judas's Moveset

Wind Aspect: Manipulates air for various usages. His wind control is extremely limited in dry climates only able to use his inner aether. If under too much strain, or sleep-deprived his ability to formulate or spin the wind into his favor can backfire or slack. Most wind-maneuvers he operates, will wound him with recoil-damage, having to bind himself to the same fate. Flight: Using his wind-magic, can fly, levitate, glide to a degree but at the accost of intense concentration, focus, and stamina. He must be well-nourished and healthy, otherwise could plummet to his death. Current-Change: Can localize the change of wind towards his favor or direction freely. If the breeze is coming from the West, he can change it to the East, locally, etc. Insinuation: By funneling wind build up in often scoundrel favored tight-clothing and apparel he wears, Judas can trap air and save it, or balloon himself before blows to absorb impacts, or use that build-up like a leaf-blower to unleash powerful torrent-gusts. Kamikaze Attachment: A particular aetherial made wire that comes laced from his heart linked between an advisory. He can detonate this between them. Activating this lethal-technique, is extremely life-threatening and at the very-most, will cut about Five Years off his lifespan. Howling Dirks: Gyrating-high pressured razor-winds he can hurl projectiles (knives) at velocities that are equivalent to high-pressured bullets. Tornado Fists: Can form intense wind around his fists to forearms, that will rip at his own skin; until bone, but allow him to deliver devastating blows. Duplication: Instantly forges identical knives-sized objects or smaller up to one-three but only per a day. Due to his Crest often concealed underneath gloves. Thread Control: Uses specially near-invisible wires to fight with, creating trip-wires, bindings, that can be enhanced, altered or bend using his wind-aspect. Pick-Up-Delivery: Manifesting wind he can make small-vortex bulbs, that will haul items, projectiles, fallen weaponry scattered and from a battlefield he can disperse things to comrades or himself. Proficiency: Wires, Daggers, Swords, Explosives, Poison, Hand to Hand, Lances. Signature: Demon Trap: Judas attempts to build a spider-web overtime using his wires and will throw around feints, facade attacks, dodging, fighting extremely cowardly. Allowing his opponent to even deliver-blows if necessary until his masterpiece art is crafted. Once his opponent is ensnared, he'll swing wires laced from fingertips, unleashing various cuts all over the opponent from his wires. If that doesn't finish them. He'll send-wind currents through his own wires, should any be still hooked into his opponent, he can drain their very-blood due to the multiple-cuts, from his opponent in a extremely-lethal finish until they're deprived of all their blood, oxygen, life, power. ~ Finishers ~ Limit Break One: N/A Limit Break Two: N/A Limit Break Three: N/A

⚝ Equipment ⚝

Main Arms: Aetheric-Fiber-String-Wires, Steel-Woven Wires, Small-Knives, Poison Coated Wires, Living Detonation Wire. Pouch Containers: Small vials of various poisons. First Aid Kit Small Pouch of Gil (25k) Heirloom Lipstick Multiple Knives/Dirks concealed on his person. (6)

#Judas Caesar #ToG #TWC #1.0 #Edit this with Gifs and Screenshots in a bit #Trying to get these done daily #Working on perfecting this and make the perfect Template #Got like 19 of these to do >_@ Only Crewmates I think I'll do #Can release a Template for others to do but cut out the Crew stuff once I think I've gotten every coverage #We're making our own shows around here anymore #Crew Profile Sheets

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FLASHBACK: Lockheed SR-71A Blackbird

April 21, 2022

SR-71A 959 Big Tail

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SR-71A 959 Big Tail (Lockheed Courtesy Photo # C76-1097-4)

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Shortly after the first SR-71’s began flying operational missions over North Vietnam, the Air Force was looking into ways of expanding the capabilities of the aircraft. With the interchangeable noses, mission planners had to make a choice of flying either optical cameras or side-looking radar, depending upon the mission requirements and the weather over the target area. Unfortunately several missions were rendered useless when weather over the target area prevented the use of the optical camera systems installed. There was also the possibility that future ground defenses had the ability to reach the SR-71 from behind since it carried no aft facing countermeasures.

In 1974, the Air Force identified a requirement for aft facing ECM requirement on the SR-71. Several proposals examined by the Air Force included conformal packages, belly pods as well as an extended tail fairing. After researching all the possibilities, the extended tail appeared to be the most viable option based on lowest cost, added volume and least aerodynamic drag. The new “Big Tail” assembly is 13-feet, 9-inches long and weighs 1,273 lbs. with 49 cubic feet of space to carry 864 lbs. of payload. The primary payload consisted of aft facing ECM as well as the 24-inch Optical Bar Camera. The new assembly needed to articulate 8.5 degrees up and down to clear the runway during take-off and landing.

The tenth SR-71 built (61-7959) was selected to receive the new modification. This aircraft was already being used for flight test duties at Palmdale at the time so there would be no effect on the operational fleet. Between April and November 1975, ‘959 received the modification with the new tail fairing; necessary modifications included a 51-inch adapter unit for the new tail, air conditioning for cameras and other equipment as well as routing the fuel vent along the upper surface of the tail. In addition to the tail modification, chine bays were modified to accommodate the 24-inch Optical Bar Camera.

With the stress and vibration testing completed, ‘Big Tail’ was taken out for the first high-speed taxi test on November 20, 1975 by Lockheed test crew Darrell Greenamyer (pilot) and Steven Belgeau (Reconnaissance Systems Officer-RSO). Two weeks later, on December 3, the same crew took Big Tail up on its first flight. Lasting just over one hour, the crew performed basic flight checks as well as tail deflections and fuel dump tests. With each test flight with the same Lockheed crew, Big Tail flew to higher speeds and altitudes achieving Mach 3 at 75,000 ft during the 6th flight on January 28,1976. Prior to turning the aircraft over to Air Force test crews, Greenamyer performed 4 solo flights to prove the system could be run by just a single crewmember. The RSO’s seat occupied by a ballast dummy affectionately known as “Sierra Sam”.

Once Lockheed crews proved the system worked, the Air Force took over all flight testing. Tom Pugh and Bob Riedenauer became the pilots and RSO duties went to William Frazier and John Carnochan with the first Air Force flight taking place on May 5, 1976. Over the next 6 months these Air Force crews made 23 flights in ‘Big Tail’, testing various camera systems in the tail and chine bays, as well as new ECM systems such as the DEF I, DEF J and DEF A-2.

Although ‘Big Tail’ proved to be a viable system, the Air Force chose not to pursue the concept any further. After only 36 flights with the extended tail, ‘959 made its last flight on October 29, 1976, then simply placed in outdoor storage at Palmdale. Though it only had a total of 866 hours of flight time and a total of 304 flights to its credit, ‘959 became a source of spare parts for other flight test SR-71s until it was finally transferred to the Air Force Armament Museum at Eglin AFB, Florida in the fall of 1991.

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Presenting you: K-pop AU Hitsuhina

Disclaimer: the story was born based on me mashing up two things I'm obsessed about (Kpop and Anime), so please bear with my weeb + kboo ass in the writings if many stuffs doesn't really make sense. Also, this was huge excuse for me to see them wearing SOPA and Hanlim school uniform ;w;

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Momo (18) is a 3rd grade SOPA student, and an idol trainee, who's recently terminated her contract with her previous agency as they kept delaying her debut after she trained for 5 years and ended up didn't include her into their new girl group lineup. She choose to focusing back on studying to enter a university, while still wishing for her dream to perform on a stage become true sooner or later.

Toshiro (16) is in his 1st grade in Hanlim, a music prodigy and an aspiring producer who loves to work alone, both for his practical music assignment at school or even his personal project due to his idealism. He didn't grow much friendships before meeting Momo and the music crew.

Brief Story

Toshiro receive an invitation from his school senior, Renji, to join a newly made independent label he's being part of as a producer, after knowing his music genre preference and ability. Toshiro a bit hesitant to join first, but after Renji mentioned the one of the figures who formed the label, Toshiro decided to consider it, with intention of joining.

The two teenagers met when Toshiro was on his way to a meeting when his bus passes SOPA high school. On the other hand, Momo just finished a school errand that cause her to went home later than usual.

Toshiro gave her an empty seat - unconsciously - when she actually just laid her eyes towards him - due to his combination of white hair and charismatic yet child-like visual - in awe. She choose to sit on the given space at the end.

Both of them thought it will only be one time encounter, until Momo accidentally left her planner on her seat and Toshiro noticed it right away. The incident makes him had no other choices but to chase her and return the item, despite he's fully aware it will cause him coming late to the meeting, for some reason.

Toshiro manage to catch her by pulling her backpack backward abruptly, which makes Momo both shocked and furious by his rudeness. Toshiro return the planner and Momo took it with a quick thanks. She then asked further if he saw any content from the planner - since the cover were transparent - which he immediately decline. Before he get a chance to about to ask back, she already permit herself to attend an academy.

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Toshiro manage to attend right in time for the meeting, and even pass the production trial test from the crew's leader, Shinji. Later that day, after the meeting, one of the crew member, Rangiku, shows excitement because their upcoming sixth and last member would be a girl. Toshiro shows no interest, but overheard the information that the last member is on the same age with Renji, so Toshiro expected the member is two years older than himself.

Two days later, he's surprised to spot Momo on his label building, and Shinji revealed she's the hidden last member. He later mentioned one of their first big project is to debuting Momo, and Toshiro will be in charge of the song production, with Shinji and Rangiku as his supervisors.

Months have passed. Momo and Toshiro grew closer as the producer and the future artist in the same label. One night, Toshiro, who just finish his recent work from studio, found Momo still dancing in the practice room. They both took a walk for coffees, where Momo shares her struggles with Toshiro being a great listener to her. She finally told him why she was mad toward Toshiro during their first meeting and even accused him for peeking through her planner, as there's a contract termination letter inside it. Later she express her thoughts of leaving the entertainment industry forever if this time she failed again. Toshiro reassure her that she'll do well, and confess about how she's been his muse ever since they worked together, hence he wished she didn't stop chasing her dream. Momo was touched to hear it, and felt grateful to ever met not only a genius, but unexpectedly kind-hearted producer like him in such a harsh industry.

They maintain their relationship platonically, but that blooming time still greets them after all. They date each other some times after Momo debut (which she had graduated from highschool), but they only revealed their relationship to public after Toshiro's graduation, because the crew kept getting involved in several magazine pictorials after each of them make their own releases and held fanmeeting tour left and right. The photoshoot team also keep putting HH in the same model unit, that fans starting to ship them. Knowing this, they later saw it as a green light to confirm it to the public.

Fun fact = I've been clowning myself with the doodle above as I just found out the real life SOPA and Hanlim school were located on opposite edges of Seoul city respectively. Therefore, it's impossible for them to go to school in the morning together. But then, this mistake just create a cuter scenario;

Toshiro ((MOST LIKELY)) would travel all the way from Songpa district to Guro district and wait for Momo in front of her school gate. Then, they would walk to the bus station with joined hands while Momo expose a huge amount of PDA/aegyo toward Toshiro despite she's being the older one //laughs//

For a meantime, this is what I have in my head. I can't promise anyone to continue the story and explain further details that I missed, but if I ever have something in mind about this AU again, I will upload it randomly haha. So feel free to ask anything you're curious about and I'll try to answer it as much as I can ^^ have a nice day :)

#hitsuhina #bleach #fanart #alternate universe #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori #bleach fanart #is this how kpop industry supposed to work?#idk i'm being cringe once again #but man: this thing have been staying in my draft forever #as always i just like to share my brain rot #people who also followed me on twitter and have encountered the first art at some point : Please bear with me lmao #artists on tumblr #my art

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streamafterlaughter · 1 year

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Chapter I: Everybody Get Together

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summary: You meet with your record label, where they drop the news of a cross country tour in your lap. Your big break, finally, but with a huge catch.

tags: rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gn!reader, estranged lovers, angst

a/n: i got so excited i wrote this in a little over two hours. don’t get used to the consistent updates just yet, but i’m so excited about this story! Please reblog to support the author!

Spring 1992 (present day)

Seattle

Your POV

The Sub Pop office is a small one, the walls covered floor to ceiling in magazine clippings, polaroids, and scribbled signatures of the label’s crowning achievements. When Death Dance Approximately was signed, you’d never freaked out so hard in your life. To be on the same label as Nirvana was something you never would have imagined, but now you’re here, with four of your closest friends, waiting for the executives to tell you the news.

“I told you, all I know is that they have a tour scheduled for us.” Steve looks at his planner as he leads you, Robin, Sylvie, and Lilith into the cozy board room. The four of you had harassed him all morning, begging to know what the meeting was for. “I have no idea who we’re going with, or when, and it’s starting to piss me off.” You’d hired Steve as your manager the second you were able to pay him. Selfishly, you’d missed having him around, and he was good at the job. He took care of you all, and loved you just as much.

“But why wouldn’t they tell you who we’re touring with? That doesn’t make sense. It makes me nervous.” You bite at one painted fingernail, an anxious habit you’ve been trying to break. You enter the meeting room early, the speakers playing Territorial Pissings at an insanely high volume. You huff as you plop yourself into an office chair, bouncing your leg as your band mates surround you.

“Welcome, Death Dance Approximately!” The double glass doors open, making way for label head Bruce Pavitt, a bald man in a flannel shirt and ripped jeans. He’s always been very hands on with his bands, making sure they have whatever they need before any performance. Part of you suspects it’s to keep his own reputation, but you appreciate it regardless. “I’m sure Steve’s told you why you’re all here today. We have set up your first ever cross country tour! You’ll be supporting Corroded Coffin on their Freak Show album tour. You’re not necessarily openers, but because they’re so big, you’ll be the second band on the bill …” Bruce’s words are lost on you after that, your vision blurring as every sound in the room becomes a jumble of noises and voices. Your mouth is dry, and you can’t breathe. Is this why you weren’t told? They knew of your history with Corroded Coffin, or worse, with Eddie? You haven’t seen him in years, and the thought of touring together makes your stomach flip.

“How long has this been planned?” You interrupt finally, attempting to keep your voice level. You feel everyone’s eyes on you, and chance a look at Steve, whose face has fallen with pity for you, and to Robin, who’s chewing her bottom lip feverishly as Lilith grips her hand. Sylvie drops their head in their hands, a sigh escaping their lips.

“We finalized with CC last week.” Bruce answers flatly, attempting to gauge your reaction to the news.

You nod curtly, and heave yourself out of your seat. The second you’re out of the office, you have a cigarette between your lips, and you’re struggling to light it with shaky hands. It isn’t long before Steve is beside you, offering his own lighter to the end of your cigarette.

“What the fuck?!” You look up at your best friend, and all he can do is shake his head. “Did you know about this? Tell me the truth.” Your voice is panicked, paranoid. Why wouldn’t they tell you sooner?

“No, I had no idea. I promise. I don’t think Eddie knows either.” You roll your eyes at his words. You don’t like remembering Steve and Eddie still talk, but it comforts you knowing he’ll be blindsided too.

“When do we leave?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?!”

��The Freak Show tour tickets have been on sale for months. They didn’t invite us on officially until today, but it’s been a plan for awhile. But I didn’t know. Eddie never mentioned waiting for another band. I don’t get it.” Steve is defeated, knowing how pissed off this news has made you, how stressed out you’ll be for the next three months. “I’m so sorry, Y/n, if I had known-“

“You would’ve told me, yeah yeah, I know. But you didn’t know, so you couldn’t tell me. There’s no use beating yourself up over it. This will be good for us. CC is huge, and to be invited to tour with them is gonna launch us to another level. If I survive it.”

Steve wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting hug which you return, sobbing freely into his chest. What the fuck are you gonna do?

Los Angeles

Eddie’s POV

Eddie kicks his feet up on the table of the Elektra Records meeting room, lighting his second cigarette in twenty minutes. He’s barely listening to the suits talk, discussing the details of the Freak Show tour. But something catches his attention when his manager mentions “that femme grunge band.”

“Death Dance?” Eddie looks up, the cig dangling from his lips. Jeff and Gareth send each other a look of worry that Eddie clocks, and he looks back to the executive at the head of the table.

The bald man nods. “They just signed on as your featured band. They’ll go on before you, after the openers. That okay with you, Mr. Munson?”

Eddie runs a hand through his curls, staring at the table like it’s the most fascinating piece of furniture in the world. Eddie’s not a drama queen. But he’s so close to losing his shit right now, trying to let the news sink in.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s fine. Sounds good.” He inhales again, trying to soothe the anxiety that’s gathering in his chest. It’s been years since he’s seen you. He can’t imagine what this context will do to him. He drank himself silly when he saw you on MTV for the first time, your music video for Pretty Boy in regular rotation, causing him to fall into a months long depression he only clawed himself out of recently.

He picks at the skin around his fingers, peeling the calluses formed over years of performing. He can feel the nervous sweat on his brow, the chills on his arms. The conversation dies then, the room visibly more tense as people shuffle out, leaving their frontman to deal with the anvil that’s been dropped on his chest.

It’s nighttime when Eddie finally gets home. His house in LA isn’t special, a two story home with a big yard and a basement studio, but nothing extravagant. He practically punches the phone as he dials, not able to calm his nerves all day. The buzzing in his head has gotten louder, more persistent.

“Hello?” Steve picks up on the third ring, sounding exhausted.

“Hey, man.”

“Eddie, shit, man. I meant to call you. You hear already?”

“Oh, I heard. You know about this?” He accuses, bitter venom leaking from his tone.

“Why does everyone think I knew about this? Of course not, dude. I would have warned you. Both of you!”

Eddie sighs. “How’re they doing? How is—“

“Y/n? They’re freaked, Eddie.”

“You think I'm not? You think I’m super jazzed about this?”

Steve groans, and Eddie can practically hear him rubbing his face in frustration. “No, obviously not.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it now. Tour starts in two weeks. It’s not like we have any say over the labels.”

“You’ll be alright. It’s been, what? three years?”

“Two.”

“I thought you broke up in ‘89?”

Eddie bites his lip. “Yeah, officially. We stopped seeing each other in 90, though.” It was the worst six months of the relationship, sleeping together without any of the love, any of the passion you once harbored for each other. It broke Eddie’s heart more than he ever had thought possible. He’s still recovering from the final time you left him.

“Regardless,” Steve’s voice snaps him back to the present, “You’ll be alright. I got you. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I can’t believe, after all we’ve been through, you still feel comfortable saying those words. It’s like you want to get your shit rocked.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve laughs with him. “Thanks, man. Really. And check on Y/n for me, yeah? I still worry about them.”

“Of course. They’ll never admit it, but I know you’re on their mind too. Goodnight, dude. See you soon.”

“See ya, Harrington.”

Your POV

“Who was that?” You plop down on Steve’s couch, a joint between your lips. Robin makes grabby hands at you, and you pass the toke to her before reaching for the chips in Sylvie’s lap.

“Uh, Eddie, actually. He got told today, too.” Steve takes his spot next to you as Robin passes him the joint. “How’re you doing?”

You read the earnestness in Steve’s eyes, and you can’t bring yourself to lie. “I’m scared. Our album releases the first day of tour, I never would have thought he’d be around for it. What’s he gonna think? When he sees that cover, if he listens to it? I’m screwed!”

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t believe that. Eddie’s never had a bad thing to say about you, all this time. Sure he’s hurt, you both are, but there’s no chance you’ll make him mad. I don’t think it’s possible.”

You roll your eyes. It’s almost a challenge. Maybe you want to piss him off, at least then you’ll know he’s hurting. Corroded Coffin has plenty of angry songs, but none of them sound like they’re about you. Maybe you’re clueless, though, missing what’s right in front of you.

“Hey,” Robin chimes in, scooting closer to you on the floor. “You have us, okay? You’re not going into this alone. We love you, we’ll make sure you’re okay the whole time.” Sylvie nods at her words, and Lilith reaches for your hand. You entwine your fingers with hers.

“I love you guys.” Your voice is barely a whisper, but it draws your friends into you, surrounding you in a group hug.

chapter II

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i watched the defunctland fastpass video again the other day and while i do miss disneyland the new system sounds like hell on earth. im just grateful i got to rule that park during the golden years of the paper system. i know that park like the back of my hand and knew exactly which passes to get and when, and i was always "the runner" (grabbed everyone's tickets and ran to the kiosk to generate all the passes). one of the people in the comments was saying they had a relative who was such a good planner he actually sold customized itineraries to people and im like damn that coulda been me lmao.

late 00s/early 10s was a perfect time for me because they still had socal premium passes that were barely over 300 bucks (essentially a dollar a day), functioned as a parkhopper (no additional fee to go to dca), had free parking (i took the bus but it was a perk when someone drove), discounts on food/merch (another perk for out of towners), and zero blackout dates. during halloween season when they turned space mountain into ghost galaxy i went alone on the bus, got cocoa and stood in standby (with the benefit of being single rider), rode it and left. and with the combination of being in college and having a disney pass i was living in the high fantasy of the american walkable community. i walked where i could in the real city of course (to my detriment) but obviously at disney nobody was going to harass or mug you. it was my 'third place' for a long time, esp cause many other ravers and people in my friend groups had passes, or worked there and gave out freebies. i was never a mallrat as a teen but disney performed the same function in my college years. of course by the time i was set to graduate the price of the premium pass had more than doubled to $700+ before being eliminated altogether so it was only a short couple of years but man they were good. perfectly aligned

oh man and the crud muffin parties on top of that? the walk-up 24 hour taco bell? the carls jr inside the gas station??? there will truly never be a time like that again. i was ALIVE i was AUTONOMOUS i got to LIVE!!!!!!!!!

#blathering

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What the Hell is Going On? Pt. Two | Hawk Moskowitz x Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Part One ○ Fem!Shy!Reader ○ Y/N used ○ Blurb

Tagging @sensei-venus 💖 also this is partially edited bc I edited what I had written and then added more, lol. Hope you enjoy!

Hawk had been to the LaRusso home many a time now to learn how to get along with his teammates - however, whether that was working or not still needed to be seen. However, he'd never been there almost alone. He'd never seen the whole house, certainly not upstairs. He was sure he'd spent more time in the pool than he had anywhere near the staircase.

Now there he was, as far as he could go because his lucky stars aligned. Mr and Mrs. LaRusso were out for dinner with some local event planner looking for a sponsor, Anthony was spending the night at a friend's house, and Sam was having a girls night out with Moon and Yasmine. That left Y/N perfectly alone at home, just how she liked it, or at least that was how it used to be.

She and Hawk rolled around on her bedsheets, giggling and laughing with the breaths they took before diving back into kissing one another. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, exploring the undiscovered areas they had yet to traverse. His hands mapped out the curves of her hips in great detail, trailing down to her thighs only to find out her inner thighs are a little ticklish. She runs her hands up his shirt, feeling up the defined muscle he'd built up since starting karate. Her fingers dipped and swirled and splayed. It was fantastic.

She eventually brought her hands up to his hair, tracing the line it made as it reached high. Then she placed her hands on the buzzed sides and pulled his head away from her. He looked down at her with such tender admiration, a slight hint of worry that he'd made her uncomfortable somehow.

But she smiled up at him and touched his purple hair again. It was new and vibrant, exciting. "I love this."

He grinned, relieved, and happily said, "Yeah?."

"Yeah," she giggled.

Her hands slipped behind her head and cradled the back of his neck, pulling him in for another deeper kiss. They shifted in the sheets, moving into another position where he straddled her thigh. He moaned as he began to lightly rub his bulge against her thigh and she ate it up, just as he consumed her whines when she started gently grinding on his thigh in return.

They were slow and tender with each other. It didn't have to be fast or anything they weren't ready for. It just had to be the two of them and everything else would fall in later. They lived in their own little world.

A world separated from the home she lived in, where they failed to hear the front door open and close far sooner than they expected. Too involved in each other, their tongues performing a dance together, they didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. Hawk, with his hands slowly pushing up Y/N's shirt and sending shivers through her, didn't hear the bedroom door open.

"Sweetheart, we're- what the hell is going on here?"

The teens pulled apart from each other, this time Hawk almost jumping away from Y/N. He rolled off of her instead, turning to look at her father at the door. They stared at each other, both wide eyed and bewildered.

Daniel LaRusso stood in the doorway of his oldest daughter's room, eyes shifting between her and the boy she'd invited over. Her shocked expression was not made innocent by the way her lips shined in the light and were swollen. She was flustered, pulling her shirt down as she sat up with Hawk of all people. Her eyes came back to him, worrisome and unprepared as she stared at her father.

Daniel turned his attention to the boy. His eyebrows scrunched up, a terrible mix of anger and confusion. He sneered as he spoke. "What are you doing in my daughter's room?"

Then he blinked and got louder.

"What are you doing in my daughter's bed?"

At that, Hawk stood up, as if the bed was a trap. He looked at his girlfriend and she looked at him, Y/N quickly becoming embarrassed and guilty and uncomfortable, so Hawk went to speak. However, no answer came out because he knew there wasn't a good enough to give her father. "Uhhh."

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked as she came to see why her husband was shouting. As she turned into the room, her mouth formed a small 'o' shape before she quickly bit her lip. "Oh... I see."

"Dad, you don't understand," Y/N began, voice already under a lot of stress. She'd never been in such a situation before. She didn't know what the right thing to do or say was, if there was any right thing to even say to begin with. "It's not what it looks like."

"Really?" Daniel scoffed sarcastically. "Please enlighten me, because what it looks like is you've invited one of your sister's teammates over for a make out party while your mother and I were out of the house."

"Okay, so it does look like what you think it is," she said looking at him, then looking at Hawk, then looking back at her father. "But it's more than that, I swear."

"What? Were you gonna have sex too?"

"Dad!"

"Daniel," Amanda spoke evenly, calling her husband down. Her tone was firm, but her eyes - as she looked at her daughter - were understanding and empathetic. "Let's hear them out before we jump to conclusions. She's never given us any reason not to trust her."

"I know, which is why I didn't expect this from her," Daniel said, turning to his wife. "Sam? Maybe. Anthony? Definitely. But Y/N, my sweet little angel?"

"Daniel, look at her," Amanda said, throwing a hand up to gesture at their daughter as she sat utterly embarrassed as her boyfriend had to witness all of this. "She's not five anymore."

Daniel didn't look at first because he knew that when he did, his wife would be right. His daughters weren't little kids anymore; they were bright young women. So when he finally looked up, he'd have to accept that. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

He knew he wasn't ready to learn why Hawk was the one his oldest had invited over.

"Dad," Y/N began again, garnering his attention despite his reluctance. "The truth is... Eli and I have been dating for three months."

"Three months!?"

"And I love him!"

"Are you on drugs?"

"Daniel!"

"You love me?"

Y/N turned to Hawk with wide eyes, suddenly a little terrified of his reaction to that. They'd never said those words to each other before. She'd never said those words to anyone before and now she was scared she'd said them wrong somehow.

Amanda put a hand on Daniel's back and one on his arm, ushering him out of the room. "Why don't we give them a minute?"

He shook his head, reluctant. "We can't leave them in there, Amanda. It only takes two minutes to get pregnant!"

Regardless of his protests, he let her guide him away from the room. She pulled the door almost shut, leaving it cracked in an attempt to give the teens some privacy.

Hawk stared at Y/N, too impatient. "Did you mean it?"

She stood up, nervously playing with her fingers. "Of course I did. I wouldn't... I wouldn't have said if I didn't."

Too embarrassed and unsure of herself, she looked away from him. Instead, she chose to stare at the floor, where she saw him approach. He gently grabbed her thin and lifted her head, smiling at her as their eyes met.

"I love you, too," he told her.

Then he kissed her and she smiled against his lips.

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When it was time for Hawk to leave, Daniel walked him to the door and followed him out.

Hawk was a little tense when Mr. LaRusso shut the door behind him and got the sense that the earlier conversation wasn't over. He turned to the man, seeing his eyes narrowed at him, which caused him to hold his chin up. Hawk wasn't going to bow down to him just because he was his girlfriend's father.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Hawk," Daniel said, an edge in his voice as he said the boy's moniker. "I don't exactly like that you're dating my daughter."

"I know that," Hawk told him. He had a lot of respect for his co-sensei, but there was a line between sensei and father, and at the moment Hawk knew he was pushing his luck. Sometimes it was fun kicking a hornets nest. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing, for now. Y/N seems to really like you," - that was an understatement after her earlier confession, but he digressed- "So I'm not going to do or say anything. However, if you hurt my little girl, know that you're going to regret it."

Hawk scoffed and smirked with his usually level of confidence. "Like that'll ever happen."

Daniel watched the teen step away from the door, walking to his car that was parked in the street with a self-assured stride. His eyes were glaring at his back, but as his words set in, they eased and he sighed. He put his hands to his face, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"It had to be that one..."

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 11 months

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1 debut - Spinning out @rockitmans

2 page turner – about-face by @quizasvivamos

3 tissues – No take backs @rockitmans

4 unusual occupation – Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

5 Your choice – 99 perspectives on a single love story - @spaceorphan18

6 Summer story - Camp Klaine by @kirakiwiwriteskiwi

7 written for a challenge – Nashville by @hkvoyage

8 made you laugh out loud Barking up the wrong bakery @forabeatofadrum

9 genre/trope wouldn’t normally read and I'll be yours for the weekend by @hippohead

Thank you - now on A03 2023 Klaine bingo

1. Debut: Spinning out by @rockitmans

2. Page turner: about-face by @quizasvivamos

3. Need Tissues: No take backs by @rockitmans

A year after this father’s death, Kurt is still reeling from the loss. In an attempt to keep holiday traditions going, despite his father’s absence, Kurt meets a guy at a local Christmas Tree Lot who helps him through.

4. Unusual occupation – Home away from home by @lilyvandersteen

5. Your choice Wild card – 99 perspectives on a single love story - @spaceorphan18

The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

6. Summer story - Camp Klaine by @kirakiwiwrites

Kurt and Blaine are eagerly anticipating their last summer of theater camp together. Having been best friends since meeting at Sanford Theater Camp three years ago, they intend to make the most of this one. But this year, things feel different between them. Blaine’s starting to realize he might have a crush on his bestie while Kurt introduces everyone to his new boyfriend…

7. Written for a challenge – Nashville by @hkvoyage

8. Made you laugh out loud Barking up the wrong bakery @forabeatofadrum

9. Genre/trope wouldn't normally read: and I'll be yours for the weekend by @hippohead

Sleeping with Blaine Anderson is Kurt's favourite Christmas tradition.

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