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long night of the soul is over
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 that you wish hadn’t
Day 26 - Something that hadn’t happened but you wish had
Day 27 - Your idea for a future Glee character
Day 28 - Your idea for a future Glee episode
Day 29 - Your idea for a future Glee performance
Day 30 - Whatever tickles your fancy
We're down to the final day of the meme, just two days shy of two full months after I started it (my grasp of the "30 day" concept wasn't so good at first), and I've got to say -- I don't do so well with open-ended challenges. I don't know what to do here! I feel like I should be ~*introspective*~, but it's Superbowl Sunday and there's a new Glee tonight (FINALLY) and I want to write fast so that I can take the longest bubble bath in existence before I have to go to a family Superbowl party, so -- here we go.
Whatever tickles your fancy
(The gif is just for shits and giggles, as it is one of my FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER in the show and it never came up in any of my meme responses.)
I love this show. I wish I didn't, I really, really do, but I do love it. It's terrible and inconsistent and often unbelievably offensive, and I just can't get enough of it. I wish it would get better. I hope it will get better. I recently read an interview with one of the writers where he mentioned that they have discussed hiring a full writing team and will actually be doing so in the near future, to which I say: thank God, and please hire a woman. Who knows; maybe adding fresh blood to the writers' room will make it even worse. I kind of doubt that, though. After episodes like "Funk" and "Brittany/Britney," I don't know how much worse it can get.
But this is a happy meme, so I will say: I love the cast, both as themselves and as their characters. I love the musical numbers, even if they are autotuned to hell and back and often sound like Kidz Bop covers. I think that the show gets too much accolades for its diversity when the writers often commit massive fail when it comes to disability and race and sexism, but I appreciate that the show is telling stories that I don't always get to see on network television, and I'm actually encouraged by what I know of upcoming plot lines, at least regarding fat characters and LGBT characters. I don't know how long I'll keep watching the show, if I'll someday reach my "FUCK NO, NO NO NO, NO NO, NO, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE" breaking point and have to quit, but for now -- I'm in.
As mentioned above, I am now running late in my quest to get to the family Superbowl party (aka the party where the football fans want the Steelers to crash and burn, and the rest of us want to eat food and watch the commercials and Glee), so I am going to be incredibly lazy and just c&p an except from a work-in-progress that is about to get jossed by upcoming episodes and thus will never be finished.
Zizes is blowing Puck's damn mind right now.
He must be staring, because she smirks, double-pats the side of his face hard enough that it makes a quiet slap-slap sound, then turns and marches away.
It would have been a really great exit, too, if Azimio and Karofsky hadn't walked by – in the opposite direction, heading toward Puck – six steps later and started oinking at her, laughing like it's some epically funny joke. Puck can't see her face, but Lauren doesn't so much as twitch; she just keeps walking, probably rolling her eyes or something. Puck still feels something hot and furious rise up and make his chest go all tight, like somebody is pulling a rubber band and it's about to snap. He starts forward and then somebody hits him from behind.
Before Puck can say or do anything, Quinn's low voice says, “Keep walking, idiot,” and she is shoving him with a hand in the small of his back and a surprising amount of force. She pushes him right past Azimio and Karofsky and their lingering farm animal noises, and into the nearest empty classroom. It's Ms. Hoffmeier's astronomy room. Why is it always Ms. Hoffmeier's astronomy room?
Quinn shuts the door behind herself, and then she crosses her arms over her Cheerios uniform and she just looks at him.
“What?” Puck demands, shifting his weight.
“I just stopped you from royally screwing up your probation,” she says. “Why did I just stop you from royally screwing up your probation?”
She's not asking why she did it; she's asking why she had to. That's pretty clear from her tone. Puck ignores it. “ 'Cause you're still hot for me,” he suggests, leering, and Quinn rolls her eyes. She has always been able to make it feel like she's twisting a knife under his ribs with just the tiniest expression.
“You like her,” she says, watching him shrewdly, and Puck jerks back like she hit him. Puck feels like she hit him.
“No,” he snaps, “I don't. I mean, she's pretty okay for a fat chick on the wrestling team, fine, whatever, but like her? Are you nuts?”
Quinn doesn't say a damn thing. She just stands there looking at him all calm and doubtful and shit, like the fact that he saw stuff in a hospital room that he can't ever un-see, and the fact that Puck has been crazy about her since she pushed him into a puddle in eighth grade, gives her some kind of special insight. Like she knows him better than he knows himself or something.
Plus, she looks unfairly pretty. Not even hot -- though she is hot; Quinn's always hot -- but pretty. Puck shouldn't be thinking she looks pretty. He should be thinking she looks nailable. He should be totally over all this crap.
He doesn't want Quinn to think he's all girly about some other chick. He wants to tell her about how he's not the same guy he was a year ago; how it felt like she'd pulled out a shotgun and hit him right in the chest when he got out of juvie and heard Quinn Fabray was dating Pillow Lips McNew Kid. How he didn't pound the kid's face in because -- well, yeah, because he's on probation and he'd pretty much rather hop on a boxcar and head west, hobo-style, than ever go back to juvie, but also because he knew Quinn would never talk to him again.
But that's not Puckasaurus's style.
"Whatever," he drawls, and he turns to go.
"Puck," Quinn snaps, and when he glances back, he finds that she has come forward a couple steps. "You looked like you were going to kill those two jackasses. Not that I'd be against that turn of events, but what's going on with you?"
"Maybe," Puck snaps back, "I'm not the same guy I was last year."
She raises her eyebrows, and he's pretty sure that hurts worse than it would have if she actually had shot him.
"I don't dumpster nerds anymore," he says; "I can't beat on people who deserve it but they'd be the only ones I'd be kicking the crap out of right now even if I could shove people into lockers without getting shipped off, and all of that was true even before probation totally took away my powers."
"I didn't--" says Quinn, her eyes uncharacteristically wide, and then he turns away and slams the door behind himself.
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GOODBYE, MEME. You were entertaining but I am glad you are done!
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DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THIS TAB HAS BEEN OPEN AND I KEEP FORGETTING TO HIT ENTER? FOREVER, LEXIE. ;_; That is how much I long for your Lauren/Puck fic.
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I am thinking about trying to adapt it to make it canon-compliant! It's just hard (A) because I don't know where they're going after last week, and (B) because the central idea for this thing was that both Puck and Lauren were reluctant, and Puck was anything but reluctant in "Silly Love Songs." WHY MUST YOU SCREW OVER MY FAN FICTIONS, SHOW