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[unholybinchicken]

(technically Thursday because of the time zone)

I did this a few weeks ago but haven't really done it lately so thought I'd do it today. I've got so many WIPs tbh so it's hard to pick just one (also I made a nice little cover art thingy for it on canva so gonna do this more regularly)

Tagging: @unholy-fabray, @yeasymuffin, @dedenneblogs, @lansangprincess, @blossoms-and-possums and anyone else who wants to share their WIPs.

General premise: this is a snippet from the Harper McLean character study I'm working on (Harmerie endgame of course). It was a hard choice between that, more of chapter 3 of i'm open to falling from grace and chapter 6 of stranded on the line where i lost you. This is a (mostly) canon-compliant fic and the part I've written so far contains references to ice addiction, alcohol and intravenous drug use.

Sneak preview under the cut

21st November, 2007

Harper McLean is born at 10:30pm in the back of her mum’s older sister Michelle’s old Holden Commodore, in the waning hours of a neighbourhood get-together.  There’s still a dent on the car from New Years 2000, when her dad ‘borrowed’ it and accidentally hit a tree.  It’s unregistered, unroadworthy, the paint is peeling in places, and someone put a Kevin-07 sticker on it a few weeks ago without asking, but Justin McLean and Nicole Webster didn’t really plan to have the baby today of all days.  

Michelle and Nicole are the only sober people at this party, and Michelle’s the only one with a car, albeit one that shouldn’t touch a road, ever.  

None of them realised that there was going to be a baby to plan for at all until a couple months ago.  

Had they known, Nicole would have probably tried to give up partying, booze and smoking much, much earlier.  Her first thought as she’s going into labour in the back of Michelle’s car is how much she really, really wants a fucking cigarette right now.  

Or something stronger.

After all, if Justin can be high out of his mind for the birth of his first child, why can’t Nicole?

Against her own wishes, she resists temptation and stays sober.  Someone has to.  Michelle puts on the radio as the baby girl makes her grand entrance.  The speakers are muffled, and the signal is fuzzy, but she can faintly make out ‘Rehab’ by Amy Winehouse.  

Michelle, seeing how exhausted her sister is, asks Justin to cut the cord before they go to the hospital together.  Justin is ranting about ghosts and home invaders and John Howard and God knows what else.  His voice grows louder and louder and more and more agitated.  As her eyes meet the familiar scar on Justin’s arm, his favourite injection site, Michelle wonders if he even realises he has a child now.  

She cuts the cord with a set of nail clippers from her handbag and briefly considers letting Justin hold the baby, his daughter, but he can barely stand, and his words come out slurred and disconnected.  

Truthfully, she’s not sure if she should let this man within ten metres of her newborn niece.  She’s not sure what possessed her sister to sleep with him in the first place.

Probably the same thing that’s coursing through his veins right now, she thinks. 

Nicole was always an avid reader, at least before she hit puberty and she started hanging out with the local dropkicks and doing drugs, all while things turned to shit at home.  Mum died, then Dad succumbed to his own substance abuse problems and went to jail, and so Michelle and Nicole were passed around from relative to relative until they settled with Nanna Louise.  It was the closest thing either of them had to a stable home, but they soon learned that nothing lasts forever.  Nanna Louise died, and things went from bad to worse.  Knowing that going to school wouldn’t pay the bills, Michelle dropped out to become a florist.  Nicole was different; there was a time when she wanted to go to uni and become a teacher.  She wanted to travel the world and marry a handsome man, have a nice house, two kids, a dog and a white picket fence.  But that was then, and this is now.

She, like her sister, dropped out of school in year ten.  She’s unemployed.  There’s no dog, no white picket fence.  The only income she has comes from Centrelink, and, more often than not, it’s used to fund Justin’s drug habit.  Her life didn’t exactly turn out like she pictured it.

Well, almost.  She has her daughter, who’s tiny, but who has her mother’s eyes and nose.  They get to the hospital, and as the nurses clean the new baby up and keep an eye on the new mother, Michelle goes outside to smoke a cigarette.

When Nicole eventually comes to, Michelle asks, “What are you going to call her?”

“I was going to name her after Nanna Louise,” Nicole says, frowning.  “She doesn’t really look like a Louise, though.”

Michelle contemplates asking if Justin has any ideas, but she knows he’s not sober enough to contribute anything productive to the conversation.  “No, she doesn’t,” she agrees.  “She looks like you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.  She’s got your nose,” Michelle says.  “And your eyes, I think.”

Nicole smiles.  She looks at her sleeping infant and says, “Harper.  Harper Louise McLean.”

#wip wednesday #my writing #unholybinchicken #ao3 #harper mclean #justin mclean #heartbreak high

[autismtana]

stranded on the line where i lost you

As Miss Mackenzie shows the group of small children around the room, the blonde girl clears her throat, taps Santana on the shoulder, and says, “Let’s be friends.”

Santana frowns with confusion. In the lead-up to today, her mother has mentioned the possibility of ‘making friends’ as a selling point of coming to preschool, as opposed to staying home, but Santana doesn’t quite know what Maribel means by that. “Do I have to do anything?”

The blonde girl laughs and shakes her head. “My name’s Quinn. What’s yours?”

“Santana.”

***

two young girls from very different families grow up together, then grow apart.

(please read the tags and check the content warnings before reading)

#glee #glee fanfiction #brittana #slow burn brittana #santana lopez #quinn fabray #unholybinchicken #fanfiction #ao3

[seancamerons]

1, 10, 15, 44 for the ask game :)

1. - who is/are your comfort character(s)? sean cameron (degrassi), seth cohen (the oc), lucy wagner (crossroads 2002), veronica mars (show of the same title character), kat stratford (10 things i hate about you 1999), zig novak (degrassi), alex nunez (degrassi), tara knowles (soa), jax teller (soa), jay hogart (degrassi), peggy olson (mad men), joan holloway-harris (mad men), summer roberts (the oc), max Mayfield (stranger things), robin buckley (stranger things), spinner mason (degrassi), brooke davis (oth), emma nelson (degrassi), peyton sawyer (oth), marissa cooper (the oc), julian baker (one tree hill), steve Harrington (stranger things), el hopper (stranger things), georgia miller (ginny & georgia) mimi marquez ( rent) andie walsh (pretty in pink 1986) manny santos (degrassi), lola pacini (degrasi next class), bianca desousa (degrassi), fiona coyne (degrassi), - i think there's more from here but i don't feel like adding right now (also i kind of forget when i gotta list people so here goes!).

10. - would you slaughter the rich? probably not. i don't wanna go to jail. just tax 'em.

15. - are you a parent? (all answers qualify) no. not to get super personal, but i don't think i want to have kids. however, a dog mom might be in the cards for me, down the road though.

44. - you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? another with the killing? eh. not something i'd be interested in doing. crime don't pay, i ain't violent.

thank-you! for anybody else, ask box is always open. 💌😊

#asks #💌 tysm for the ask!! #unholybinchicken #answered #about me

[rachelberryy]

for the soft ask game - 1, 2, 7 (& 16 😭)

Hiya! Thanks for asks

1. What song makes you feel better?

For a quick pick-me-up, anything dancey. My instinct is something by P!nk. For a more holistic catharsis, there is nothing else like my memory of sobbing my heart out to All Too Well (10 minute version) on the dance floor. That one cuts deep in a way that leaves me exhausted in the best possible way.

2. What’s your feel-good movie?

Honestly probably Mamma Mia again.

7. What colour brings you peace?

Forest green and the blue of the Mediterranean Sea on a perfect day.

16. Compliment the person who send you this number.

Their url and icon make me chuckle, and they were so kind welcoming me into the glee ship polls community.

#thanks again! #yay an ask! #unholybinchicken

[yeastymuffin]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you 💖💛

DnD (I am literally in a call right now whoops)

The little blackbirds (that i get to feed) at the animal shelter where i volunteer

My pet rabbits fill me with immense joy!

I like sleep, lol, i need more of it

And my thesis questionnaire got approved! So that makes me very happy!!!

#unholybinchicken

[dedenneblogs]

QUINNI X MISSY MENTIONED

from this buzzfeed thingy

#heartbreak high #fyp #netflix heartbreak high #quinni gallagher jones #missy beckett #no but itd be so funny if they got together #just to spite sasha #thank you @unholybinchicken for gracing us with the ship #fr read their quinni x missy fanfic on ao3 it's so good #it's called “between you and me” #MAY be going insane

[lansangprincess]

@unholybinchicken hehehe

#heartbreak high #heartbreak high season 2 #heartbreak high reboot #amerie x spider

[faberrypolls]

Share in comments/tags what kind of fanfic they would write/what fandoms they would write for!

Suggested by @unholybinchicken

#glee #quinn fabray #rachel berry #faberry #poll

[yourfaveisachildofdivorce]

Rachel Berry from Glee is a child of divorce!

submitted by @unholybinchicken

#divorceposting #glee #rachel berry

[snixx]

kavya do u have any mutual recs i’m looking for new mutuals and ❤️ u are social

omg hell yeah. okay so I stalked your following to see who you do follow and off the top of my head I feel like you'd really hit it off with @unholybinchicken (you two are my fav brittana moots) @zerberosa @sapphic-squid @lezzy36 @elif-ants @iamfarfromvibingrightnow @mysticallilac @brittanagirlcrush @dumblesbiansworld @sassyygayy @doctor-whu @doeeyeddyke @moonrosesinapril they're all really cool and my beloved yurituals and im pretty sure you have a bunch of common interests! (mostly brittana and 23.5 and yuri in general) anyway ily mwah

#juno 🍒

[unholybinchicken]

WIP Wednesday*

(*technically Thursday because of the timezone)

Thanks @unholy-fabray for tagging me!

I'm going to share a snippet from the upcoming chapter of i'm open to falling from grace that I've been working on. I haven't updated the fic since September last year but should hopefully have some time over the weekend to work a bit more on chapter 3.

Tagging: @yourstreetserenade, @spacelizzbian, @genghisthebrain and anyone else who wants to share any WIPs

General premise: This story is part of my fic series 'this life, well it's slipping right through my hands', which is a coming of age series mostly Santana-centric but heavy focus on Brittana, as well as family/platonic relationships. This one is 10 chapters and centres around Kurt and Santana, a shared (traumatic) experience they had over the summer of 2010, the aftermath, and the life events that led to their summer. This story is non-linear and also deals with potentially triggering themes (reader discretion is advised; no trigger warnings needed for this particular snippet but relevant trigger warnings are listed on ao3).

As a new school year starts at William McKinley High School in dreary Lima, Ohio, two teenagers forced together in dire circumstances during a disastrous summer attempt to go back to normality ... whatever that means

Chapter 3 focuses on the relationship between Kurt and Finn.

August 27th, 2008

The day Kurt Hummel first saw Finn Hudson was not eventful.  The weather was ordinary and expected.  Kurt had eaten a completely normal, mundane breakfast of oatmeal and berries.  His father had, of course, enjoyed a Coke and a first-year mechanic’s leftover chocolate birthday cake.  Kurt had tried to subtly nudge his father in the direction of his own breakfast, citing its nutritional benefits, but Burt had refused and Kurt had decided not to push the matter.  He had far more pressing matters to deal with.

Specifically William McKinley High School and its mandatory gym class, which Kurt had the misfortune of sharing with a lot of the football players and cheerleaders from his grade.  People who were tall and appeared to have finished puberty long before Kurt had even started.  Some of them were actually younger than him.  All of them were younger than him, actually.  The universe really was unfair and out to get him.

The school administrators highlighted the likelihood of catching up physically to his peers, maybe even surpassing them, as a possible benefit to repeating third grade, something that his father welcomed.  It never happened.  He was older than his classmates, but certainly not bigger.

Compulsory gym class wasn’t new to him.  He’d had to endure it in middle school as well, but his middle school had been fairly tiny.  It had been mostly an artsy school; not necessarily advertised as such, but that was the culture.  It was the closest he’d ever come to liking school, and of course he had to graduate to high school.  William McKinley High School was known for a highly selective cheer squad and a losing football team, and not much else.

The worst thing about McKinley High was dodgeball in gym class.  A class he shared with a kid named Noah Puckerman, who was on the football team.  Kurt had never spoken to Noah Puckerman, but he was certain that he hated him.  

Noah hadn’t spoken to Kurt either, but he’d spoken at him.  Kurt didn’t think that counted.  Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he threw a large pineapple at Noah’s head.  Of course, he knew that wouldn’t end well, but one could only fantasise.  All he could do in gym class was watch in disgust as Noah ogled the cheerleaders in the class, not even trying to hide that he was trying to look up their skirts.

Coach Tanaka was about as interested in teaching freshman gym class as Kurt was in participating, and his lesson plan appeared to be just to let Noah Puckerman and a girl, who Noah had spent the last five minutes trying to flirt with, choose teams for a free-for-all volleyball match, while Tanaka ate a sub sandwich in a bid to nurse a hangover.  For a moment, Kurt deserately hoped that he might end up on Noah’s team.  It was wishful thinking, since the closest Noah had come to speaking to him was to shove him in a locker and call him a fairy, but it meant the luxury of avoiding being pelted with a volleyball.  

Unsurprisingly, Noah’s gangly friend, whose hair reminded Kurt of Astro Boy, was chosen first.  Kurt watched as person after person got chosen before him, fully expecting to be the last one standing, before he realised that his name had just been called.

Sort of.  The female captain, a dark-haired girl with braces, awkwardly pointed at him and said, “You, I guess.  I don’t know your name.”

He was relieved not to have been chosen last, but his heart sank when he realised he wouldn’t be immune to being pelted at by Puckerman.  He got up and joined the rest of his team, opting to stay out of everyone’s way.  

Sports had never been his thing.  His father had, to no avail, tried to engage him with them over the years, especially after his mother died.  Burt eventually gave up when an eleven-year-old Kurt spent the entire last half of a pee-wee hockey game in the stands doing Spice Girls dance moves, and the coach advised it would be best if they didn’t return, and that Kurt’s talents were better used elsewhere.  Burt was disappointed.  Kurt was relieved.

For the next few minutes, while everyone else tossed a volleyball from one side of the net to the other, Kurt watched Coach Tanaka, who appeared engrossed in his toenails.  Apparently they’d grown so long they resembled talons, something Kurt didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about but couldn’t look away from.  He was quickly snapped out of his reverie by a searing pain in the side of his head.  It all happened so quickly that he barely registered the air leave his lungs as he fell to the ground.  The only thing that cushioned him was the left shoe of the girl who’d, against her better judgement, chosen him to be on her team.

He opened his eyes and saw a figure standing over him.  A gangly figure, with dark, spiky hair.  Astro Boy.  Noah’s friend.  Kurt didn’t know his name.  This is embarrassing.  Normally I’m good at sports.”

“Shut up Finn,” the girl captain, whose name Kurt still didn’t know, said.  “No one cares.”

#wip wednesday #my writing #unholybinchicken #ao3 #kurt hummel #finn hudson #hudmel #furt

[autismtana]

[cw: panic attacks, mention of anti-choice rhetoric, depiction of sexual assault, ableism (including use of the r-slur), homophobia and mention of conversion therapy]

#glee #glee fanfiction #santana lopez #quinn fabray #brittana #brittana endgame #ao3 #unholybinchicken #stranded on the line where i lost you #sotlwily

[unholy-fabray]

Thank you @kurtsascot for the tag! 🫶

Once again school is kicking my ass this week, so no new art WIPs to show. I'll post another snippet from my Faberry one-shot, though!

Premise: Season 4 AU in which Quinn actually uses her damn metro pass to visit Rachel in NYC! AKA Quinn goes to visit Rachel during a 3-day weekend and drunken karaoke (and kisses) ensue.

The next thing she knows, Rachel’s pulling her to the dance floor where the brunette's NYADA cohorts already reside, moving to an upbeat dance tune that Quinn's never heard before. “I also haven’t danced since graduation,” Quinn calls to her, raising her voice so Rachel can hear her over the blaring music. “That’s utterly inexcusable, Ms. Fabray!” Rachel shouts back to her, but her tone is playful, not scolding. Then, they're dancing together. Quinn dances next to Rachel, with her, for a couple songs, the alcohol in her system certainly not lending any grace to the blonde's already-rusty moves. Rachel isn’t faring much better. But the two of them are having fun, smiling and giggling as they sway, skip, and bob to the pulsing music. As one song fades out and another begins, Quinn grabs both of Rachel's hands, swinging them between their bodies cheerfully. “This is the most fun I’ve had in months,” Quinn yells to her over the noise of the dance floor. Rachel’s doesn't reply, but absolutely beams back at the blonde, looking pleased as punch.

Tagging: @unholybinchicken @theywerebothgirls @paperstomach @mdverse @katyobsesses and anyone else who sees this and wants to share!! It can be fanfic, art, edits, whatever :] (also please let me know if you'd prefer to not be tagged for these!)

#wip wednesday #i look forward to WIP Wednesdays and Six Sketch/Sentence Sundays so i can see all the awesome stuff y'all are working on #incredible stuff going on in the glee corner of tumblr dot com #my writing #tag game

[toiletpotato]

Get to Know Me Game!

Do you make your bed?

Yes. It is part of my morning routine!

What's your favorite number?

3 or 5 or 42

If you could go back to school, would you?

Yes, absolutely! If I could afford it, both time and money wise, I'd love to just study and learn everything I can. If it were more worth it I'd love to be (an academic, not medical) Dr. Potato. Perhaps in another life/world/universe/timeline.

Can you parallel park?

I have never tried it! It is a skill I have yet to learn.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I have yet to be employed!

Can you drive a manual car?

Not yet! (But I found out today that apparently learning how to do so is in my future).

Tattoos?

Not yet! I'd love to have something floral one day, preferably by an artist of colour/someone with experience tattooing colourful pieces on brown skin.

Favorite color?

I love all colours! Though I'm quite fond of bright colours or pastels. Especially pinks, purples, and oranges!

Do you like puzzles?

Yes, I do!

Any phobias?

I have many that I would rather not share. Many of them are common.

Favorite childhood sport?

I was not good at it in the technical sense, but I enjoyed soccer. I received a certificate for the fact that I never stopped smiling.

Do you talk to yourself?

Yes, a lot! Sometimes I have my own potatocast, which no one can listen to as it only exists in my mind.

What movies do you adore?

Oh, I love a documentary that discusses the history of a particular medium, or ones that discuss relevant social history. I also love musicals and comedies, and musical comedies. I love exploring international cinema as well. Oh! Also, fun theatrical adaptations. I love movies that reflect experiences of the diaspora. Some actual titles: Toni Morrison: The Pieces I Am, Badhaai Do, Four Samosas, Theater Camp, and The Wiz

Coffee or tea?

Coffee as tiramisu and tea with a frightening amount of condensed milk. (Secret third answer: milk or juice or water).

First thing you wanted to be growing up?

A firefighter. I do not want to be a firefighter any more.

Next up:

@emo-and-dumb @thottybrucewayne @theinfinitedivides @re-lunastos @snixx @unholybinchicken

#(Psst... if anyone knows where one can watch any of Marlon Riggs' documentaries... my askbox is open) #(my uni isn't giving me access to it via kanopy or proquest unfortunately :( ) #thank you for the tag; Ice - this was fun! #these are no pressure tags by the way! if you don't want to do it - no worries :D!!

[yeastymuffin]

16, 24, 29

Oh boy these are some good questions!

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?

I honestly haven't a clue where to start with the stereotypes because I don't know how we are perceived at all. Every time there is a Dutch person in a TV show American (for example) they're German. Their accent is actually a poorly done German accent???? I guess, based on that, what I hate the most is the 'Dutch is basically German' statement.

Also, we are not all stoners!!! (but I am🤫)

We do bike a lot (i got drenched going to uni this morning by bike for example) and we, especially students and younger people, split the bill a lot of the time.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

The Belgians for sure. There is this stereotype/joke that they're dumb (which i don't agree with nor do i like those jokes). Also, we joke a lot about their roads being shitty (they're not that bad, but the second you cross the border you do feel the difference lol)

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

UHHH, don't know if the city i live in right now has beef with other cities besides football rivalries but:

Volendam and Urk are our 'incest villages', with Urk also being very traditional.

Everyone hates Almere

The province of Drenthe isn't real

#ask #unholybinchicken #thanks for the ask!

[genghisthebrain]

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