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Update on the "Lexie is a raging moron and e-mailed her acceptance form to grad school pretty late in the game" situation: I am still stuck waiting to find out, and no one but me seems concerned about it.
On the brighter side, it is finally snowing! Sort of. Not really. It's spitting little tiny flakes that are melting the second they hit the ground. This has been the worst year ever in terms of weather. What the hell is the point of living here if it's just going to be warm all the time? I broiled all summer long and now it's not even snowing. We've usually had at least one big storm by this point in the season, and yet I am excited over a few tiny flakes today.
This is a miserable, thankless question.
Day 01 - Your favorite male character
Day 02 - Your favorite female character
Day 03 - Your favorite group performance
Day 04 - Your favorite solo
Day 05 - Your favorite duet
Day 06 - Your favorite Rachel/Finn moment
Day 07 - Your favorite Finn-Kurt moment
Day 08 - Your favorite Quinn/Puck moment
Day 09 - Your favorite Kurt-Mercedes moment
Day 10 - Your favorite Santana/Brittany moment
Day 11 - Your favorite Sue Sylvester moment
Day 12 - The couple you ship the MOST
Day 13 - A scene/moment that pissed you off
Day 14 - A scene/moment that made you cry
Day 15 - A scene/moment that made you happy
Day 16 - Your favorite episode
Day 17 - Your least favorite episode
Day 18 - Your least favorite character
Day 19 - Your least favorite performance
Day 20 - Your favorite quote
Day 21 - Your favorite guest-star
Day 22 - Your least favorite guest-star
Day 23 - The character you most relate to
Day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of
Day 25 - Something that happened you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy
Seriously, how am I supposed to pick just one? The sweet lady kisses in "Duets" (my bemused mother can attest to the fact that I shrieked like a banshee), resting their heads together in "Home" while Kurt sings, linked pinkies, "sex isn't dating; if it was, Santana and I would be dating," dancing together during "Valerie"... I was so, so overwhelmed by this question.
I had to narrow it down by deciding what my favorite kind of moments were. I like the outright sexual ones (I first typed 'romantic,' but Santana pretty thoroughly quashed that idea) and the fond ones, but I think my favorites are when they're putting up a combined front. And from there, I had a clear favorite.
Favorite Brittany/Santana moment: the seduction of Finn
I know that it was Sue's idea and all, but I kind of love that the two of them took the stereotypical straight male attraction to two hot girls making out and just ran with it, and totally used it to try to manipulate Finn. My very favorite part, though, was this one:
I loved that they totally ignored him once they got to Breadstix, used him for a free dinner, and spent the entire time just talking to each other. This is where Brittany's gay sharks line comes from, which is a total classic, but the part that makes me happy every time is the shot of their faces from the waitress's perspective, and the sassy-ass delivery on:
Santana: Look, I'm pretty sure you have to do what we say, and this food? Was not satisfactory.
Brittany: There was a mouse in mine.
I love bitchy, cheat-y Santana the best, and it makes me lol forever when Brittany unquestioningly backs her up like she does here. Also love: when Brittany says something ridiculously unbelievable and Santana doesn't even twitch or seem to notice; she just keeps staring smugly up at the poor server.
(P.S. - I just noticed that's the same waitress from the Breadstix scene in "The Substitute"; GOOD CONTINUITY, show!)
* * *
One of the first lessons given during the very first Cheerios pre-season practice that Santana suffered through was very simple:
Don't lie to Coach Sylvester.
Santana has seen the effects of attempts, over the years. Brad Emmerson saying he missed practice because his grandmother died. Jilly Geaumont trying to convince the squad it wasn't her fault that tiny rival Molly Williams fell off the top of the formation. Mackenzie Allen telling Coach Sylvester that no, she didn't gain seven pounds over the summer. Every single time, it ended in tears, severe emotional trauma, and somebody getting kicked off the squad. Coach Sylvester is like a human lie detector; she'll tell you that herself, and Santana believes it.
So she knows it's the worst idea ever when she opens her mouth and says, "No, they don't look familiar," in response to the question and the pair of red spankies that Coach is holding up with a pen and staring at with a distasteful, disgusted expression. But she doesn't have a choice, because telling the truth would be even worse.
"Oh, think about that answer, Lopez," Coach Sylvester says, in that low, controlled voice that never means anything good. "Because if I find out at a later date -- and by 'later' I mean 'within the next two minutes,' since if you lie, I will smell your stink -- that you were the member of my squad who left them on my brand-new confetti cannon in the supply shed in your haste to escape my wrath, you will wish you'd never been born."
Santana is the middle child. She has two older sisters and a younger brother, and she's used to scrabbling for an authority figure's attention and she's very used to, when the going gets tough, pinning it on somebody else. "They're not mine, Coach Sylvester," she says, sitting in the chair in front of Sylvester's desk with all the unconcerned, squeaky clean (but not too squeaky, because that's not Santana's style) calm that she possesses.
Coach Sylvester says, "Ah, ah, ah."
"--Principal Sylvester," Santana self-corrects. "They're really not. But I think..." She makes a show of thoughtfulness. "Jessica T. might have said something about missing a pair of spankies."
Brittany is perched in the chair beside Santana's and has no idea what's going on (which isn't that unusual, but she seriously had nothing to do with any of this; it's all stupid Puck's fault), but she doesn't skip a beat. "I think they were eaten by the gopher who lives in the locker room," she says placidly, and Santana could kiss her. (She might, later.)
Coach Sylvester's eyes flick from one of them to the other. Santana feels like somebody is x-raying her soul. She determinedly doesn't squirm. Beside her, Brittany hums to herself.
"Fine," says Coach, leaning back in her chair. She waves an impatient hand at them. "Get out." Both of them step up out of their chairs. Coach's eyes narrow. "And tell Becky to send in Trafton."
Santana doesn't tell her that Jessica T's last name is Tibbetts; she just nods and follows Brittany out of the office. Outside, a row of girls -- and one boy; Santana furrows her eyebrows at Daniel -- in Cheerios uniforms sit slumped in a row of chairs along the wall of the principal's office.
"Jackson," Santana says, and Becky glances up from the secretary's desk, blue tooth headset in place. "She wants to see Tibbles."
The blonde at the end of the line moans in quiet terror. Everyone sitting around her pulls away.
"Okay," says Becky, and as Brittany and Santana go out into the hallway, Santana can hear a cheerful voice say from behind her, "Come on, Jessica! Coach wants to talk to you!"
In the hall, Santana links her pinkie finger with Brittany's; Brit brightens. "Where are we going?" Brittany asks, following along at Santana's side as she leads them through the lunchtime crush.
"To steal a pair of spankies out of Tibbles's locker," Santana says determinedly, and Brittany swings their hands, giving that smile where Santana is never sure if it's a smile or a smirk, and she says, "Okay."
* * *
I really need to get my ass moving on my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide story. I have canon reviewing to do and some considerations that I'm probably going to have to get some official help with, and I promised myself that I wouldn't write all at the last second again this year. I am super excited about it! I just have this problem with doing things in a timely fashion. I'm working on getting better.
On the brighter side, it is finally snowing! Sort of. Not really. It's spitting little tiny flakes that are melting the second they hit the ground. This has been the worst year ever in terms of weather. What the hell is the point of living here if it's just going to be warm all the time? I broiled all summer long and now it's not even snowing. We've usually had at least one big storm by this point in the season, and yet I am excited over a few tiny flakes today.
This is a miserable, thankless question.
Day 01 - Your favorite male character
Day 02 - Your favorite female character
Day 03 - Your favorite group performance
Day 04 - Your favorite solo
Day 05 - Your favorite duet
Day 06 - Your favorite Rachel/Finn moment
Day 07 - Your favorite Finn-Kurt moment
Day 08 - Your favorite Quinn/Puck moment
Day 09 - Your favorite Kurt-Mercedes moment
Day 10 - Your favorite Santana/Brittany moment
Day 11 - Your favorite Sue Sylvester moment
Day 12 - The couple you ship the MOST
Day 13 - A scene/moment that pissed you off
Day 14 - A scene/moment that made you cry
Day 15 - A scene/moment that made you happy
Day 16 - Your favorite episode
Day 17 - Your least favorite episode
Day 18 - Your least favorite character
Day 19 - Your least favorite performance
Day 20 - Your favorite quote
Day 21 - Your favorite guest-star
Day 22 - Your least favorite guest-star
Day 23 - The character you most relate to
Day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of
Day 25 - Something that happened you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy
Seriously, how am I supposed to pick just one? The sweet lady kisses in "Duets" (my bemused mother can attest to the fact that I shrieked like a banshee), resting their heads together in "Home" while Kurt sings, linked pinkies, "sex isn't dating; if it was, Santana and I would be dating," dancing together during "Valerie"... I was so, so overwhelmed by this question.
I had to narrow it down by deciding what my favorite kind of moments were. I like the outright sexual ones (I first typed 'romantic,' but Santana pretty thoroughly quashed that idea) and the fond ones, but I think my favorites are when they're putting up a combined front. And from there, I had a clear favorite.
Favorite Brittany/Santana moment: the seduction of Finn
I know that it was Sue's idea and all, but I kind of love that the two of them took the stereotypical straight male attraction to two hot girls making out and just ran with it, and totally used it to try to manipulate Finn. My very favorite part, though, was this one:
I loved that they totally ignored him once they got to Breadstix, used him for a free dinner, and spent the entire time just talking to each other. This is where Brittany's gay sharks line comes from, which is a total classic, but the part that makes me happy every time is the shot of their faces from the waitress's perspective, and the sassy-ass delivery on:
Santana: Look, I'm pretty sure you have to do what we say, and this food? Was not satisfactory.
Brittany: There was a mouse in mine.
I love bitchy, cheat-y Santana the best, and it makes me lol forever when Brittany unquestioningly backs her up like she does here. Also love: when Brittany says something ridiculously unbelievable and Santana doesn't even twitch or seem to notice; she just keeps staring smugly up at the poor server.
(P.S. - I just noticed that's the same waitress from the Breadstix scene in "The Substitute"; GOOD CONTINUITY, show!)
One of the first lessons given during the very first Cheerios pre-season practice that Santana suffered through was very simple:
Don't lie to Coach Sylvester.
Santana has seen the effects of attempts, over the years. Brad Emmerson saying he missed practice because his grandmother died. Jilly Geaumont trying to convince the squad it wasn't her fault that tiny rival Molly Williams fell off the top of the formation. Mackenzie Allen telling Coach Sylvester that no, she didn't gain seven pounds over the summer. Every single time, it ended in tears, severe emotional trauma, and somebody getting kicked off the squad. Coach Sylvester is like a human lie detector; she'll tell you that herself, and Santana believes it.
So she knows it's the worst idea ever when she opens her mouth and says, "No, they don't look familiar," in response to the question and the pair of red spankies that Coach is holding up with a pen and staring at with a distasteful, disgusted expression. But she doesn't have a choice, because telling the truth would be even worse.
"Oh, think about that answer, Lopez," Coach Sylvester says, in that low, controlled voice that never means anything good. "Because if I find out at a later date -- and by 'later' I mean 'within the next two minutes,' since if you lie, I will smell your stink -- that you were the member of my squad who left them on my brand-new confetti cannon in the supply shed in your haste to escape my wrath, you will wish you'd never been born."
Santana is the middle child. She has two older sisters and a younger brother, and she's used to scrabbling for an authority figure's attention and she's very used to, when the going gets tough, pinning it on somebody else. "They're not mine, Coach Sylvester," she says, sitting in the chair in front of Sylvester's desk with all the unconcerned, squeaky clean (but not too squeaky, because that's not Santana's style) calm that she possesses.
Coach Sylvester says, "Ah, ah, ah."
"--Principal Sylvester," Santana self-corrects. "They're really not. But I think..." She makes a show of thoughtfulness. "Jessica T. might have said something about missing a pair of spankies."
Brittany is perched in the chair beside Santana's and has no idea what's going on (which isn't that unusual, but she seriously had nothing to do with any of this; it's all stupid Puck's fault), but she doesn't skip a beat. "I think they were eaten by the gopher who lives in the locker room," she says placidly, and Santana could kiss her. (She might, later.)
Coach Sylvester's eyes flick from one of them to the other. Santana feels like somebody is x-raying her soul. She determinedly doesn't squirm. Beside her, Brittany hums to herself.
"Fine," says Coach, leaning back in her chair. She waves an impatient hand at them. "Get out." Both of them step up out of their chairs. Coach's eyes narrow. "And tell Becky to send in Trafton."
Santana doesn't tell her that Jessica T's last name is Tibbetts; she just nods and follows Brittany out of the office. Outside, a row of girls -- and one boy; Santana furrows her eyebrows at Daniel -- in Cheerios uniforms sit slumped in a row of chairs along the wall of the principal's office.
"Jackson," Santana says, and Becky glances up from the secretary's desk, blue tooth headset in place. "She wants to see Tibbles."
The blonde at the end of the line moans in quiet terror. Everyone sitting around her pulls away.
"Okay," says Becky, and as Brittany and Santana go out into the hallway, Santana can hear a cheerful voice say from behind her, "Come on, Jessica! Coach wants to talk to you!"
In the hall, Santana links her pinkie finger with Brittany's; Brit brightens. "Where are we going?" Brittany asks, following along at Santana's side as she leads them through the lunchtime crush.
"To steal a pair of spankies out of Tibbles's locker," Santana says determinedly, and Brittany swings their hands, giving that smile where Santana is never sure if it's a smile or a smirk, and she says, "Okay."
I really need to get my ass moving on my
yuletide story. I have canon reviewing to do and some considerations that I'm probably going to have to get some official help with, and I promised myself that I wouldn't write all at the last second again this year. I am super excited about it! I just have this problem with doing things in a timely fashion. I'm working on getting better.
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To university: Ah, that sounds like me! If you sent it in by the deadline, I would not worry about it. Most universities don't beginning processing things like that until classes end for the winter break and long after the deadline (for those stranglers). If I have something by a deadline, I process it.
I don't know: in my job, it is very standard that I'm not allowed to tell you anything like that, especially over the phone. This is a combination of reasons like "I'm not authorized to do that" and helicopter parents.
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I ... am relatively sure it'll be okay? I mean, they said "send it in within six weeks of the date on your acceptance letter," and I sent it when it had been five weeks. I'll just feel a lot better once I have the "okay! you're coming to study here! yay!" email in my inbox.
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YOU AND YOUR 'GOOD PLOWING BUDGET' SHOULD MOVE TO REYKJAVIK.
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