Title: A Boy and His Tramps
Glee. 2,527 words. Jonevansberry friendship, maybe some Samchel if you squint (I'm biased, it's one of my ships). 
In which Sam is chivalrous and feels the need to protect his divas in distress from the big bad… you’ll see. Basically Jonevansberry hijinks in New York, because there's never enough Jonevansberry, IMO.

I wrote ( Read more... )

Some people hate Glee in general, and so, naturally, they would hate what goes along with it, and hate Rachel Berry.  But it shocks me when fans of the show still can hate Rachel Berry.  Perhaps it's for the same reasons that most of the other characters have for hating her--they find her self-absorbed, aggressive, and frankly, just too damn ( Read more... )

 "All beautiful you are my darling; There is no flaw in you." - Song of Solomon 4:7 ( Read more... )

I finally finished this challenge. I started it so long ago that I had to re-claim them about a week ago--I had it about 60% done, I just needed to finish, and I did. I'm really proud of some of the newer ones, though there are some that seem to blather on and on and irritate me, I just didn't have the heart to change those ones, for whatever ( Read more... )

 Hello, creative livejournal community. I'm kinda missing you.

A lot has changed. I'm 20, and I'll be 21 in May. I have a boyfriend and we've been dating for a year and a half. I love him, but I had to come back to edit this so I could include him in my post about my life changing (we have been having lots of fights lately... Curious to find out how ( Read more... )

 I'm thinking now is the time to come back. This is stupid: I feel like I'm putting on a body suit of me. Like I've shrugged off the old skin and am stepping into a newer version. This is stupid: to feel like writing out these thoughts suddenly causes hope to transpire from the thin air and now oxygenize my body. This is stupid: to put words in my ( Read more... )

I'm somewhat disappointed in myself.

I feel like I'm in need of a rapid change. A jarring event that will make me restart my entire outlook on life.

Or... perhaps that event has already happened, I'm just resisting the fact that it has, and that I need to move on.

(I think.

I think that last one's true.)