Confused as to why my Master Cleanse post is making the rounds again.
Oddly enough, the best thing about a Pizza Hut in Nanjing was its mashed potatoes. Never even bothered to touch the pizza there. #weird
Please tell me more about this sojourn in Nanjing.
so…wait, is the cheerleader who is prominent in “Tongue Tied” here?
No, the cheerleader who hugged Rachel is not on the Troubletones.
what even are these questions you’re getting…like it started with fic opinions and then it got awkwardly dirty (not even wanky…just, awk).
I don’t know but this has quite possibly been the most entertaining evening on tumblr I’ve ever had.
I care about the Reverend a lot.
Who doesn’t love a good magic and unicorns metaphor for inspiration?
Oh my god! No! No! No! No! “Mrs. Pierce,” though. Whhhhy?
I’ve been calling Santana that for a while…
What are you doing to my heart tho
KAIROS I WILL BEAT YOU UP WITH A BAG OF MY USED KLEENEX
JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE WHAT JJ WROTE TO ME, I WILL POST IT IN A FEW MINUTES.
A Cyrano de Bergerac reference and future!Sugar implications? Me gusta.
Rostand’s play about him is one of the most delightful things.
Also I actually have a copy of the real Cyrano’s L’Autre Monde: où les États et Empires de la Lune and its sequel at home in California.
“Mama? Mama? Come on. You gotta get up. Mama? We gotta go home. Help! Somebody! Anybody? Help.”
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS STOP *sobs and coughs and clutches chest*
Sugar: No. It’s me.
Brittany: Sugar? You’re alive? How can that be?
Sugar: It doesn’t matter; I’m home.