Title: The Caustic Gift of Insight
Status: complete in five parts.
Pairing: Blainofsky
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5000
Warnings: Language, some sex talk
Spoilers: general for season 2.
Summary: Blaine Anderson is starting to discover David Karofsky isn’t the person he thought he was. And it’s turning Blaine into a person he didn’t think he was. Five Conversations. Blaine, Dave, Kurt, Santana.
Note: This thing started at a comment fic at KarofskyLove. And then spawned more parts and more parts. It’s now complete, but unbetaed. Available:
on livejournal
so you can pick your poison.
FRUSTRATED DOODLE ABOUT BRA SHOPPING
but, really, i can never find cute bras for b-cups when i go bra shopping, SO IT’S NOT JUST BIG BOOBED CHICKS WHO HAVE THAT PROBLEM OKAY.
lol try shopping for ee’s anywhere.
Any where.
There’s more than $50 for one cup IF you find them, swear to god.
I own two.
My bets friend is a 34 I (all natural) and she’s never actually owned a bra that fit properly. In order or her to find said bar, she’s have to by a 38-40 DDD and have the band sized down…. SHe’s scared to do it cause it’ll be $80 a bra and she’s not positive it’ll fit properly…
JEN: get your girl in one of these. It’s more than $50, but barely, and comfortably less than $80, no mods, and it will fit (or be returned for one that does). And look! Pretty colors!
My triumphal yet sporadic return to fandom, with a Dave/Santana friendship fic, set in the same continuity as The Boy Who Lives on Heaven Hill.
This was actually more fun to write than that one, if only cause of Santana’s dirty mind. And look! Celesteenui made it a banner.
Thirty day of songs. Day thirty. Your favorite song this time last year. Janelle Monáe, “Tightrope”. For me, undoubtedly, 2010 was the year of Robyn and Monáe. And fuck if that isn’t a great year.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty nine. A song from your childhood. Blind Melon “No Rain”. Over the years I’ve come to think I might even know who specifically they where, but when I was about 8, I remember feeling rather lucky that someone put some 90s “alternative” in the hour breaks in during lunch time cartoons at a local station.
I’m in it for Dave.
Kurt already has so many people that care about him and love him.
But Dave?
My concerns for his happiness grow each and every day.
I’m not even for Dave/Redemption. I’m for Dave/Self-acceptance and Dave/Maturity. *nod*
Thirty days of songs. day twenty eight. a song that makes you feel guilty. Amparo Ochoa, “Mi abuelo”. Ver timely. Both the reference to the French Intervention (the enormously expensive quagmire of a war surrounding the battle of 5 de mayo) and the niggling, enduring dissatisfaction of agrarian reform left pending.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty seven. a song that you wish you could play. Bob Dylan “Lay Lady Lay”. I sincerely have no desire to play anyone’s music, but I do sorta wish I could write songs. not any songs, but songs like this, Songs, above the mereness of all others and mostly without gimmicks. (I think it’s telling that even as a fantasy musician, I’d still want to be a writer).
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty six. A song that you can play on an instrument. Chicks on Speed, “We Don’t Play Guitars.” Since I don’t. Play an instrument. Here is a song about not playing instruments. I invite you to sing along.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty five. A song that makes you laugh. Drums & Tuba, “Officer Pieper”. Gee officer, how do you think that makes me feel?.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty four. A song that you want to play at your funeral. Iggy Pop, “Success”. I’m gonna do the twist.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty three. A song that you’d play at your wedding. Arab Strap, “There Is No Ending”. From, of course, The Last Romance.
Thirty days of songs. Day twenty two. A song you listen to when you’re sad. Thom Yorke, “It’s All For the Best”. It’s a Miracle Legion cover. And both this and the original version are soothing and mature but just bitter enough that I can stomach it when I’m sad.
