• me: this fic fucked me up so bad and i cried for hours
  • me: here read it
Anonymous asked:
"Santana's how can I help you? Feels like it opens the door to so many things. And for the love of this fic can we please get in on those desperately told secrets. After their first kiss Brittany says I liked that. I'd like more. Just like every sure of herself dame would. It worked for Bacall."
Summary: Film noir!Brittana. Santana is a cynical private investigator and Brittany is a femme fatale trophy wife and her lastest client.




She offered me a drink.

She examined me carefully before giving it to me. “I underestimated you.”

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Sometimes I think my favorite part of this scene is this look of concern over how the other one is doing handling this news and how it overrides their own individual anger at nothing being allowed to kiss in the hallways, if only for just one moment, before Santana starts dropping the truth bombs.

Re: Fanfiction Theft and TKTD



Thank you to everyone who messaged me.

Dylan, the author of Should Have Asked for Directions and the original victim of the theft, contacted me regarding the matter. Dylan pursued legal action against the thief and shut down the thief’s production, so I’m in the clear, in terms of TKTD.

Please be aware that I have no intention to publish TKTD anywhere but on FF.net or in any other format than as Brittana fanfiction. If you see a version of TKTD available in print or e-book format, particularly for purchase, know that it is unauthorized, stolen, and in direct violation of my wishes.

I’ve seen stuff about this reblogged a lot the past couple of days and it’s seriously not cool. Theft is seriously not cool and I feel even more protective because people are trying to steal from my friends. 

Some of us don’t write fanfic for commercial purposes but because we have to do it. We do it for fun and to feel proud of ourselves and to give other people happiness and taking something that someone has spent time and effort on and calling it your own is NOT cool. The girl who done this, whatever apparent hardships she might have, should be ashamed of herself.




Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

#ugh and THIS ONE #actual height of demonstration of the radically powerful show glee could have been #AND THEY RUINED EVERY LAST BIT OF IT #because everything about this number is completely and utterly perfect #because it’s all of santana’s worst fears come to light #rumour has it: that they’ll all talk and she can’t control it and she can’t fight it and can’t hide #someone like you: that the one perfect thing in this world that she’s pinned all her hopes and dreams on will leave (her with nothing) #and before they go into all this #mercedes quite literally spends a solid three seconds breaking to make sure santana’s gonna be ok #and that she’s going to make it through this #because mercedes is the ACTUAL BEST OF ALL THE FRIENDS #this is a show glee could have been #this could have been the story instead of IKAG #THEY HAD IT RIGHT HERE #THEY HAD A STORY FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF (Q)W(OC) ABOUT THEIR OWN LIVES RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM #and they made it about the straight white dude #it could have been the greatest storyline on television #and instead it was the worst trainwreck i’ve ever had the misfortune of seeing #FOREVER BITTER? #forever bitter

One of the best songs they’ve ever done. Back when the race was their’s to win.



People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost

Jasmine Charnise 21, Ga
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Jasmine Charnise 21, Ga

Photographer: http://fotoremark.tumblr.com/

submitted by: http://smplremarks.tumblr.com/


on the scale of Glee to Orphan Black, how much do you love the writers of your show?


I could write fic based on this stupid in-love look alone tho 



the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.