"WHO are you making out with," james will demand seventh year, loudly, betrayed bc sirius has not told him and there are HICKEYS on his NECK. "i keep looking on the map but all i ever see u do is hanging out while remus studies in that empty transfiguration class room, what the heck man."
well right now it’s the stretchmarks on my tummy because they happen to be really visible and shiny in the light i’m using next to my computer, and i’ve been angrily prodding at my stomach for the last ten minutes as though that will make them disappear.
i like other people’s stretch marks. I think they’re cutes patoots, even! because bodies are awesome and stretch marks are just a natural part of how bodies change in shape and then accommodate that change, and that’s super cool. everyone has stretch marks, and they’re not weird or gross or anything. they’re as natural as the rest of the skin on our bodies, and just as easily kissable and soft.
and most of the time i think that about myself, too, but right now i just. can’t.
yep okay i finally nailed down 100% why i think this episode is uber dumb
i can get past the lack of a klaine duet, the lackluster music overall, the dumb plotline (though i do love santana, kurt, and rachel storylines), and what is going to be yet another filler episode in a season that has been almost entirely filler episodes my god just let the seniors graduate and get the fuck to new york already
but the thing that is driving me the most bonkers is that this episode forces me to think about the characters as nothing more than characters whose lives and dialogue and actions can be changed at random, when one of the goals of good television (or film, or stories, or plays, any creative work) is to cause the audience to forget that
Kim wanted Anderberry siblings + Klaine and I love her lots so wheee!
"What’s put the pep in your step there, Berry?" Kurt laid a plate down on their table and eyed Rachel warily. She was skipping, almost bouncing around the loft, humming cheerfully while her loose curls swayed off her back and her skirt swished around her knees.
"I’m just excited for you to meet my baby brother!" Rachel beamed, clapping her hands together. "Blaine is so important to me, Kurt, and not just as a reliable duet and scene partner." Kurt raised an eyebrow. "But he’s such a sweetheart, and always stuck up for me when my classmates made me an outcast in school."
Kurt suppressed a laugh. “And what was it they made you an outcast for again?”
Rachel adjusted a pillow. “For awakening in them a deep-seated sense of artistic inferiority.”
The almond flour was pretty expensive, but it was the better option because the grocery store near me doesn’t sell bulk almonds (or any kind of nuts), and it was only 50 cents more to have the flour already ground rather than throw a bunch of almonds into the blender and hope for the best, but still.
But it was actually super easy? It works just like regular flour, like I used this recipe and followed it to a T (except adding the chocolate chips, obvs) and they turned out fine. The taste was more similar to french toast—a little eggy, not quite as sweet as pancakes— but I think if I added more sweet n low that would have helped (I only used one packet).
Also it made a shit ton of pancakes like I just wolfed down three pretty good sized pancakes and my tummy is really happy.
Basically: find yo’self some almonds and have a mouthgasm
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy