is it just me or glee x heathers, the unholy trinity = heathers
rachel=veronica
just hear me out guys PLEASE
brittany is heather m
santana is heather d
and of course quinn is heather c
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is it just me or glee x heathers, the unholy trinity = heathers
rachel=veronica
just hear me out guys PLEASE
brittany is heather m
santana is heather d
and of course quinn is heather c
Mike Change follows his friends to NYC for university-NYU Pre-Med with a shit ton of dance classes because his parents never said anything about a minor in the arts, only that he was expected to go to med school.
He has a solid support system in his glee friends but doesn’t mind branching out and is kinda excited to not be in Lima and to lean into who he is-he starts wearing the clothes he’s always wanted to wear, ones he bought on a secret shopping spree with Kurt on a summer steal away trip to Colombus their last spring break at home.
He lets Blaine talk him into a helix piercing when Blaine gets an earring and he loves having a family in New York.
A bunch of his dance class mates comment on it when he starts eating lunch with them. He feels a weird twinge in his chest when he notices half the compliments come from his fellow male dancers and realizes he doesn’t mind their attention.
But he also starts hanging out with an international students exchange club and meets Raphael and Ragnor and Catarina. He loves his glee friends but he’s starting to feel seen as his own person. Something that had been impossible in Lima and in HS.
He starts a study group with the beautiful Izzy in his Biology and Chem classes and becomes fast friends with her. He lets her do his make up and finds a thrilling sort of inner peace when he sees himself in eyeliner. She gushes and complains that her big brother would never let her do this.
He meets said big brother-a pre law giant of man (seriously taller than Finn!)- who glares at everything that’s not his sister, but smiles at Mike when he asks about the man’s archery medals. (Who the fuck is on an Olympic team and Doesn’t brag about it?!) Mikes chest twinges again and he tells himself it’s because Alec is the type of guy friend he’s always wanted.
He wakes himself up one Friday morning, sheets a damp mess with hazy memories of his dream but possibly Alec’s name on his lips. He shakes himself out of it and lets a pretty blonde ballerina from class push him into an empty bedroom at the party he attends that night.
He spends the next few weeks with all the various girls he dances with.
He spends an equal amount of Wednesday’s studying with Alec at a coffee shop-But! They both have that time free and they both like coffee and Mike’s never really made his own friends, they always adopt him, not the other way around! So that’s why he’s always so excited to see Alec.
It’s getting harder to lie to himself when the bottle he spins at the next party he’s at lands on a ginger ROTC guy named George. They make out to the cheers of the other partiers and Mike spends the night drunkenly telling himself that kissing is just an enjoyable thing. He spends the next morning soberly googling if a kiss makes you gay.
A couple more weeks, a couple more weekends spent with the dance girls, until Rachel and Kurt throw a NYADA midterms party and he only had a half a beer but let’s Kurt’s friend Imasu blow him in the bathroom. He tries to talk it away like the kiss-it feels good no matter who it is-until he’s on his knees reciprocating and finds he likes it as much as any other part of sex.
He skips that Wednesday with Alec and can’t explain why the “Hope you’re okay” text makes him ache when he ignores it.
He shuts down on himself, only hangs out with his known friends and throws himself into a short lived relationship with the blonde ballerina to try and keep himself “on track” when he walks in on her and their teacher. He wasn’t in love with her, but it does hurt and he definitely doesn’t want to be involved with whatever shit is going to hit the fan when the administration finds out about her.
He spends Halloween half drunk, crying and spilling all of this to Kurt and Blaine. They sit with him, cuddle him, drink with him. And they’re there with him when he finally says out loud that he’s Bisexual. They celebrate at 4 am with pancakes at the local all night diner.
He rejoins study group and explains himself to an icy Izzy who thaws and sends him a blinding smile and wraps him in a big hug.
Ragnor didn’t know that he didn’t know that he was bi but bucks him on the shoulder in solidarity. Cat hugs him and welcomes him back. Raphael tells him he doesn’t care as long as he doesn’t have to see any sappy shit.
On Wednesday he gets to their table early and buys Alec his stupid sweet caramel latte as an apology. He awkwardly stutters out an explanation and even more awkwardly comes out to the then man who is watching him with wide owlish eyes. Alec grins at him when he’s done and quietly comes out to Mike himself and if his whole being light up on the inside, then that’s Mike business alone.
He goes home at Thanksgiving and comes out to his family. He sister hugs him. His mom smiles kindly at him, but his father yells in a tone Mike’s never heard before. It’s ugly, it’s horribly painful and Mikes ready to get up and leave after his father vows to cut him off when his mother stands up for him. He leaves Lima with a hug from his mom and sister but totally disowned by his dad.
His mom’s parents step up to cover his expenses and tell him they don’t care who he loves and long as he’s successful and happy-San Francisco is good for them. He’ll keep his pre-med for now-he likes the idea of providing healthcare to those in need, but declare dance a double major to keep his options totally open.
He goes back to NYU and his friends and they mourn with him and rage with him and are there on his birthday when he moves to change his name in court so he doesn’t have to be tied to a man who hates him. (if his father wanted resort to Latin for insulting him, then he’s going to own that)
At the new year’s party he throws celebrating his new name and identity-he introduces himself as Magnus Bane and is greeted with an eager Alec grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him In front of the whole party.
He walks into the new year a new man with an extended family he wouldn’t trade for anything and love he never saw coming.
ooh, I’m on a pezberry rush lately and I was wondering if you can draw santana as marceline and rachel as princess bubblegum from adventure time? love ur work<33333
This was such a cute crossover idea 🥺🥺 I can totally see it
It's been many years since I've tried drawing in the style of Adventure Time, so this was interesting! Thank you for the suggestion anon 💖
okay new directions and their specialties if they were on greys anatomy
artie - plastics
blaine - pediatrics (fetal and neonatal)
brittany - obstetrics and gynecology
finn - pediatrics
kurt - neuro
mercedes - plastics and ENT
mike - cardiothoracic
puck - ortho
quinn - neuro
rachel - cardiothoracic
sam - general
santana - trauma
tina - general (transplant surgery)
and Matt is the bartender who works near the hospital and hears about all the shenanigans from these surgeons who are surprisingly talented at the monthly kareoke nights
I guess i have to post something for my kurtbastian nation. I made these several months ago cause these four dumb idiots have the same energy and i dont take any criticism!
Glee!au where Fabri is a new music teacher, taking a glee club under his wing.
He’s a bit of a sensation in a small world of their school, and there are a lot of rumors circulating around his person – one day he’s an alcoholic, next he’s a famous singer in disguise, then he’s a former drug lord or is still a drug lord, or maybe he’s been in jail for the past twenty years. He attracts a lot of attention and a lot of glances in a teacher’s room, hushed whispers behind his back. Have you seen those tattoos? My nephew told me they mean he’s a done man. Oh yes? And I heard those mean he’s a mafia’s executioner and he’s here for one of us…
So yes, he doesn’t really feel welcome, awkwardly smiling to other teachers and trying not to react to anything they’re saying about him, trying not give them any more reasons to look down on him. But he still considers quitting, at least until one day one of his boys has a mental breakdown over a bad mark, and Fabri has to see him to the school therapist. Who, apparently, almost never ventures to the common teacher’s room, since they’ve never met before. Who has black curls, tired, but compassionate eyes, tight-fitting vest and a very, very nice smile, which he gives to Fabrizio free of charge, promising to take care of his student.
It’s the best someone has treated him in this building, so the next day Fabrizio is back to ask how the boy’s doing. And to talk to someone who doesn’t look at his arms with horror on his face, more like with… interest. His name is Ermal, and he is an outcast, just like him, but out of his own will.
Since then Fabri often spends free periods in Ermal’s office, not because he enjoys the company, of course, just for the good coffee, cause Ermal has his own machine with fancy capsules and all, and that’s why he never bothers having lunch with other teachers. The fact that Fabrizio doesn’t even drink coffee, never gets out of the doors of the therapist’s room, cause there’s a patient-doctor confidentiality, and Ermal is a professional.
He also gradually turns out to be a music lover, and then a singer, and then a songwriter. Ermal doesn’t give away his secrets easily, and Fabri waits for every new confession patiently, meanwhile enlisting the help of his colleague in the glee auditorium, cause someone’s got to show those kids how it’s done, and Ermal is the best duet partner he’s ever had. He feels music just the way Fabrizio does, he breathes it in, as they sing, and he keeps it under his skin, in his mind, all day long, even while he listens to someone’s sobbing recital of his hamster’s death. Ermal takes his job seriously, but more and more he starts spending his free hours with glee club and its leader, not with his coffee cup and his notebook.
Almost every evening they are together in the auditorium, sometimes alone, searching for a new song to perform together, rehearsing it, or just making music. Or even talking, because Fabrizio feels the need to clarify he is not a drug lord, even if Ermal never asked him about it.
But even so, Ermal keeps his distance, hides behind the sheet music and refuses to sing anything even remotely romantic together. And it’s okay, Fabrizio didn’t expect him to immediately fall victim to his charms, even though he hoped for it, and so much, because curls or no curls, Ermal’s the best thing that happened to him in this school, and without him he’d surely go mad.
But Fabrizio is mistaken and doesn’t know it, because only Ermal’s notebook with songs has a glimpse into his feelings, witnesses new and new lines of lyrics he writes, describing not an abstract muse for once, but a very real, very human someone, who lights up his days and makes his heart stutter. Those songs confess that somehow, his life is now broken into before and after, and that he cannot even comprehend how he used to miss such a huge fragment of his soul and didn’t even know it. Now he knows. Now all he wants is to never lose this spring, which came into his life uninvited and carved a space right into his heart, but nothing’s ever that simple, is it?
School rumor has it, Fabrizio has a wife and two kids, and messing this up isn’t in Ermal’s plans at all. And every time he tries to gently nudge their conversation in this direction to know for sure, Fabri suddenly finds a lot of other different topics to discuss, and there’s hurt in his eyes, there’s pain, so Ermal abandons his hopes eventually and resorts to being just friends.
Friendship is great, too. Only a bit complicated, because how can he decline every time Fabrizio offers to go somewhere, how can he stop laughing at his jokes and stop teasing him for holes in his pants (“you are an educator, Fabbri, you’re not supposed to look like a rebellious teenager” – “aren’t you classy for the both of us?”), how can he honestly resist this impossible, gentle smile? And the way Fabri hugs him right on the stage, in front of all the snickering teenagers of his stupid little club, already betting on who’s on top, the way he pats his cheek and declares that anyone, who can sing like Ermal, should be performing, not wasting his time and talent on this school.
And maybe one day they’ll get drunk on the school prom and one will finally confess to another, almost in tears after drinking half of a bowl of spiked punch, Fabbri, it’s just so sad, why do those people not see how nice you are? Why are they not all in love with you, how can they even resist… although I’m happy about it, you know, I wouldn’t want the competition.
Or maybe it’s the other way around, and it’s Fabrizio who finds some guts to sing a serenade under Ermal’s window, barely avoiding being arrested for disturbing the neighborhood at night, and only giving food to new rumors about his criminal life.
Or maybe the glee kids get fed up first and start pushing their teachers into each other’s arms a bit more insistently, devising cunning schemes and getting detentions for it, but never giving up until the metamoro duo becomes a duo in every possible way.
And maybe after all of it they’ll write a song together and conquer the world, or maybe they’ll just be content having each other, their music and those stupid kids.
(Also starring stupid kids: Alessandro as a star football player, who likes singing more than running around; Bilal, who’s here for the costumy stuff, wigs and glitter; Niccolo, who struggles with being a lead singer and retaining his reputation as a bad boy; and Irama, who thinks every musical number just needs more feathers. A lot more feathers.)
Can someone write me love triangle between Astrid Sloane, Rachel Berry, and Quinn Fabray?