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Thank you so much.
I am highly dissapinted with the Glee finale. Rachel shouldn't have married Jessie. There shouldn't have been so much moments we didn't need and none of those we needed. It should've been two episodes where we get to say goodbye to all of them. To Quin and Puck and Santana and Brittney and Mike and Finn. We didn't need so much goodbye to mr Schue. And Sam. We didn't even get to say goodbye to Sam who was here all season long. And neither Tina or Arty. What was this really? It was two episodes to make St.Berry feel unrushed. But we didn't need that. We didn't need married Rachel. All those things they put in, we could've gone without. What we needed is Puck and Quinn getting engadged or having a baby boy and naming it after Finn. Kurt and Blaine talking late nights in the New York loft and doing a do over of some old duet. Or Blaine singing Teenage Dream to Kurt as he falls asleep. Santana, Brittney and Quinn reunting. Sam just doing a song. Hell, they all should've gotten a chance to sing. A song like Loser like me for instance.
And instead of the Tony award scene, it could've been Rachel, getting out of a car, walking to Finn's grave, and telling him what happened, and how she wishes he could've been there. And then telling him how she met someone, and how she's happy.
And then you go with the Sue speech.
This was just like they were trying to end it as fast and simple and possible. And that's not how you should end a show that helped, so many damn people.
something amazing ended last night. something life-changing, beautiful, something supportive, something worth every single viewer it got. glee.
i don’t know about you, but i am gonna miss it. for a long time.
because this show helped me when i was feeling down, when i was feeling like i don’t belong. maybe i don’t have huge problems like some peope do, but i do have problems - and watching glee helped me, i don’t know, believe in myself, believe, that i am worth something (just like one tree hill did, but later).
maybe i am not happy with everything that happened (like tartie), but it won’t stop me from watching this show over and over again (but maybe after my exams which happens to be in 4 weeks).
so, i think i just wanna say thank you. thank you, glee. for everything.
the hurt when you accidentally tag something as 6x14 and realize there will never be such an ep
there will never be a new ep of glee again
Glee-Bye
Glee was never a perfect show, not by a long shot, but like its imperfect characters, it was better that way. This show about a high school glee club should never have been as big as it has. Most shows are about heroes, superhuman or mortal, the big men and women on campus, so to speak. Glee had its share of popular characters, but it also celebrated the outcasts. The kids on the outside looking in, and that’s where it found its audience.
When I found Glee, my freshman year of college, it was in its second season, and I had never felt more at home with a television series in my life. I felt lost, I still do at times, but this group of high school kids helped me begin to find my way. I learned how to be a much more accepting person because of Glee, both of others and myself. I gained worldviews that I had never had the opportunity to experience in my small south Louisiana town. Glee took me through a lot of great times, as well as quite a few bad. It taught me about love and loss, success and failure.
It seems silly to say that a TV show helped shape the person that I am today, not in small, insignificant ways, but in major, life changing ways. Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson allowed me to accept my sexuality; I was able to acknowledge to myself that I was queer for the first time in my life because of their relationship and their courage to be who they were, no matter how hard it was at times. Rachel Berry showed me that it was okay to dream big and shoot for the stars, but to make sure that I appreciated what I already had in life as well. Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez taught me that being a strong-willed woman was not only okay, it was admirable, but so was the sweet, loving, caring nature of Brittany Pierce. Tina Cohen-Chang taught me that standing up for myself was important, but so was being a good team player that strove to make those around me the best versions of themselves too. Artie Abrams made me understand that people are so much more than the things that hold them back. Finn Hudson made me realize how special life is, that I should enjoy every minute that I have on this earth.
And Glee? Along with a million other lessons from countless other characters, taught me that ‘being part of something special does not make you special; something is special because you are a part of it.” I’m still a work in progress, and I’m never going to be perfect, but I am worthy of being alive and being special. I am important, even if I can’t see it yet. I deserve to be on this earth, living this life. Could it be better? Sure, it could, but it could also be worse. If I want better, I have to be wiling to put in the work and believe in myself, just like the New Directions did. I have to see myself right alongside of them, decked out in my red shirt and jeans, doing epic choreography to Journey, holding onto the feelings that this show has given me for five years: hope, love, and faith. Because “Glee, by its very definition is about opening yourself up to joy.”
it’s 3:35 am and I’m sitting in bed crying. How am I ever supposed to go to sleep like that?
My head is throbbing, my throat aches like hell, and the amount of tears I’ve shed isn’t balanced by the water I’ve been drinking. Basically, I’m exhausted. So I’m heading back to bed, to prepare myself for a whole day of reblogging and recrying.
But I want to thank all of you with which I got the chance to experience this amazing journey. And yes, we were on our couches or on our beds, virtually screaming and not so virtually crying, but so much has been learned. So much has been made ours.
So, really, thank you guys. I can’t wait to spend probably the rest of my life reblogging and recrying, knowing it’s in the arms of this amazing fandom.
These two episodes were everything I needed them to be. And more.