Warnings: Dealing with grief, homophobia & sexual harassment
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, (Burt/Carole)
Word count: 130k
Summary: Kurt is drifting into his senior year of high school; he bothers no-one, and finally no-one bothers him. In the four years since his mother’s death when he was thirteen years old, Kurt and his father have become strangers living in the same house. Until one day an overly-enthusiastic transfer student from some private school is asking him for directions, and his father brings home the mother of his once-tormentor.
I read this whole fic yesterday, it consumed my entire day because it captured me so thoroughly. It is really rare to find a Skank!Kurt fic where I so totally buy how he got to that point as in this. This was such a fascinating exploration of how changing a detail can be used to have a huge effect.
Very much enjoyed this whole story, so glad I read. I recommend you do the same!
I WANT TO SEE PICTURES
I DON’T EVEN HAVE THE KEYS YET. :P
Just leave them to drip dry? I that’s what I always do..
yeah that’s what I ended up doing too.
Have you found a new place yet?
I HAVE!!! Cutting it really close, but that’s okay. I’m moving out of my old flat this weekend but can’t move into the new one until next Sunday, but I have a place to stay in the meantime. I AM NOT GONNA BE HOMELESS, YAY!! :D
Headdesk. I packed almost all of my shit last night.
I think I’m *almost* done with the packing!
there are moments when holding in the sarcastic commentary or even the five-page passive-aggressive rant takes so much effort I actually have to get up and walk away.
Rating (art/fic if different): G/PG
Word Count: 26,000
Warnings (if any): Bullying and homophobia
Fic Summary: Being the blacksmith’s son doesn’t exactly give Kurt a lot of opportunities to put on nice clothes and dance, but then his friends sneak him into a royal ball for the prince’s 17th birthday for one night of fun. And for the first time in his life he gets to dance with a boy and flirt with a boy and just be himself - until he has to run off to get back home before his dad notices his absence. What he doesn’t know is that the boy he danced with was Prince Blaine himself, and that Blaine, who still believes Kurt to be nobility, leaves no stone unturned to find the wonderful boy he just can’t forget…
Link to Art: Have a look here!
Link to Fic: Read on the AO3
Art Thumbnail: (an additional piece can be found in the fic.)
Author’s Notes: Thanks to mailroomorder and hopelesslydevotedgleek for betaing. hopelesslydevotedgleek was also the one to come up with the wonderful plot idea. Additional thanks to charlie-of-oz-writes and hazelandglasz for providing me with suggestions that eventually led me to find a title for this thing. I’ve had a lot of fun with this. I finished it over two months ago when things were calmer and I am posting this in the middle of moving, surrounded by boxes in an almost empty apartment using a GPRS connection. I hope it works! And I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
MORE REASONS WHY NORWEGIAN FOREST CATS ARE THE BEST:
Norwegian forest cats are the best.
They look like little snow lions.
The colloquial term for them is “skogkatten”.
They’re also called “fairy cats” in Norway, because they’re so pretty.
They run down trees headfirst.
They’re fricking gigantic and they purr really loud.
They literally walk over snow like motherloving Legolas.
In Norse mythology, skogkatts pull the goddess Freya’s carriage.
Who doesn’t want a carriage pulled by cats?
Viking cats. End of story.
Oh what a terrible thing it appears that I haven’t reblogged these glorious beasts this year yet
What do the Elves call their friends living by the sea? Watermellons.
klaine hiatus challenge • day 21: things that remind me of klaine
birds, yellow&red roses, bowties and dalton blazers