I Just Want Your Half

annakie replied to your post: Tumblr sent you a link

Fourzoas I am going to unfollow this blog bc of this spam, I am following both of your other blogs though, if you decide to come bakc to this blog please let me know! <3

Sorry! I think I’ve got it fixed now, but I’m only posting at the other two now, so you won’t be missing anything!

P.S.—if anyone is having trouble with this spambot thingy, go to your dash, click on “blog settings”, locate the “Post by Email” section, and Reset your generated email address…

I think I’m going to delete this blog

Sorry for all the spam; I’ve changed the password again and deleted the unpretty, but I’m thinking I may end up just removing this blog altogether. You can find me at anitaderouen (the kitchen sink) or fananarama (fannish things) on tumblr/twitter if you’d like to know where I regularly am.

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amuzed1 replied to your post: My free headphones FINALLY came today

WOAH! I haven’t seen you in forever. Also, I think think is spamming us.

New username/tumblr/I’ve moved and would like you to know where to find me.

fourzoas:

If you follow me now and would like to keep following me, there are two blogs:

fandom stuff: fananarama.tumblr.com

academic stuff/personal stuff: drop me an ask or fanmail and I’ll give you name (I’ve already followed a few of you from that blog).

Why? I needed to be real-life-me and other-me(s), so that’s that. I’ll be keeping this one open, though, because everybody needs a backup. 

New username/tumblr/I’ve moved and would like you to know where to find me.

fourzoas:

If you follow me now and would like to keep following me, there are two blogs:

fandom stuff: fananarama.tumblr.com

academic stuff/personal stuff: drop me an ask or fanmail and I’ll give you name (I’ve already followed a few of you from that blog).

Why? I needed to be real-life-me and other-me(s), so that’s that. I’ll be keeping this one open, though, because everybody needs a backup. 

New username/tumblr/I’ve moved and would like you to know where to find me.

If you follow me now and would like to keep following me, there are two blogs:

fandom stuff: fananarama.tumblr.com

academic stuff/personal stuff: drop me an ask or fanmail and I’ll give you name (I’ve already followed a few of you from that blog).

Why? I needed to be real-life-me and other-me(s), so that’s that. I’ll be keeping this one open, though, because everybody needs a backup. 

Why is the fandom not flipping its collective shit over the fact that Puck sexually propositions his teacher (and creates a threatening environment by closing the classroom door and stepping into her personal space to lick her neck) and suffers no repercussions? Instead, his academic woes (entirely the products of his own doing) serve as catalyst for a bunch of good ole boy networking and support (cleverly feminized to perhaps make it not stand out so much in an episode where the school’s football coach is the victim of domestic violence at the hands of her college football coach douche bag of a husband).

fananarama:

The only moment of intersection between the domestic violence storyline and the male members of the ensemble takes place at approximately 4:45, when Will Schuester enters the teacher’s lounge with Coach Beiste, and is informed by Sue and Roz that his students made a joke about domestic violence.

Will: Hey! Mind if we join you ladies?

Beiste: What are you guys talking about?

Roz: Your shiner.

Sue: William, your teenaged minions have taken this opportunity to start making jokes about violence against women.

Will: Are you serious?

Beiste: Wait a second—they think I got hit? I was at the gym hitting a speedbag, but my timing was off and it came back and clocked me.

Will: I can’t believe any of my kids would make a joke about something that serious.

Roz: Well, you better believe it, whatever your name is. I heard ‘em with my own two ears.

Sue: Yep, you got a problem on your hands, William. But not to worry—John Goodman, Black Sue, and Original Recipe Sue are gonna take care of it.

And thus the patriarchy is excused for the day… 

ETA: I’m not equating what Puck did to what Cooter did to Beiste. Rather, I’m trying to draw attention to how this episode constructed the issue of domestic violence as the sole purview of women while chalking up Puck’s behavior as “business as usual.”

I’m moving. Actually, I have already moved.

If you follow me now and would like to follow me there:

fandom stuff: fananarama.tumblr.com

anything else: drop me an ask or fanmail and I’ll give you name (I’ve already followed a few of you from that blog).

Why? I needed to be real-life-me and other-me(s), so that’s that. I’ll be keeping this one open, though, because everybody needs a backup. 

I’m moving. Actually, I have already moved.

If you follow me now and would like to follow me there:

fandom stuff: fananarama.tumblr.com

anything else: drop me an ask or fanmail and I’ll give you name (I’ve already followed a few of you from that blog).

Why? I needed to be real-life-me and other-me(s), so that’s that. I’ll be keeping this one open, though, because everybody needs a backup. 

So, We’re Superheroes Now? Part 1

nerd4music:

I will admit I’ve been avoiding posting this story because it’s super intimidating to write. I’ve never delved into sci-fi/fantasy type stuff before but I love Misfits (and I sort of tolerate Glee), so I figured ‘what the hell’. This fic is inspired by the brilliant artwork of Cinnickodair who did a Glee characters as Misfits characters series. Depending on how this is received, I will continue it. So here it is, Part 1:

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Being awake at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning was torture.

Being awake at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning for something as bullshit as community service was positively criminal.

Mercedes Jones rolled her eyes before pulling on the drab uniform. It was shapeless and the color of rotted pumpkins. The girl wrinkled her nose in disgust. There was no way in hell she was going to put that shitty thing on.

She glanced around the changing room, noticing the mirrored look of contempt on the face of the only other person in the room, a slender girl with dark glossy hair swept into a high, impossibly tight ponytail. The girl shrugged before stepping into the hideous uniform and zipping it up.

Her back was turned to Mercedes and she could clearly read ‘LIMA BELIEVER” stamped in bold black letters on the back.

As if the uniform couldn’t get any worse, they all had to walk around with that awful fucking slogan, slapped on there like a scarlet letter.

Grudgingly she stripped and stepped into the offensively orange nightmare. After zipping it up, she rolled up her sleeves and popped her collar. She kept the colorful bangles on her wrists and added her sparkly belt to her waist. The uniform was zippered halfway, showing off just the right amount of cleavage.

Mercedes smiled at her handiwork in the mirror. Well it wasn’t exactly Gucci, but it would have to do.

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Damnit. I’m going to have to finish Misfits now because this is awesomesauce.

Today I went to, perhaps, the most white supremacist gathering of my life.

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stfuconfederates:

And anyone who knows anything about my childhood pretty well knows what that means. Sometimes my need to relive and understand and interpret events of the past 25 years leads me down avenues that make me want to pull my fucking hair out. It was triggering and fucking painful.

It was the annual meeting and target shooting competition of a biker gang in southeastern Georgia. Battle flags everywhere. There was a ‘hostage’ scenario where a single white target was surrounded by brown targets and the match instructor literally said ‘the white guys are the good guys and the brown guys are the bad guys’ at which point everybody laughed and then, naturally, shot the brown targets.

One guy missed and shot a white target at which point the guy next to him said ‘he was guilty by association for hanging around with the n******’. That guy was holding his little boy’s hand when he said that.

Sometimes I think too much about my Virginia family to think about my Georgia family. Sometimes I think too much about both of them to remember that this. shit. is. everywhere. It’s real. The normalization of murdering people.

The normalization of murdering people.

People like this fucking exist.