#pamtara

[lorinorlo-blog]

Why all my shows do me this way?

Woke up sad & angry that Tara and Pam’s first and probably only love scene happened completely off camera and only alluded to by Tara buttoning her pants as she comes up from beach to save dumbass Stackhouse!!! Really? Even on True blood?!?

[helebette]

True Blood was good but it was a surprisingly bad night for my lesbian shipper heart...

1. Papi DIED

2. The only f/f sex we saw was for the pleasure of a man (which, really, aren't we over that yet?) and I'm not even getting into all of this white people shape-shifting into wolves thing

3. Papi DIED :(

4. Pam and Tara didn't have beach sex 

5. Papi...sigh...

[hummel-berryarchive-blog]

birthday ficlet for tracy: kisses on scraps of paper

an: birthday fic for tracy pamtara because she's perfect *u* ((it's reallyreally super short but yeah it's fluffy so i hope you enjoy angel~))  (((based off of a pic i saw on weheartit)

When they first start dating, things are a little rough, because literally every living, breathing, human-being refuses to leave them alone for more than five seconds.

Rachel is constantly pulling Kurt aside for fashion advice (not that she takes it, anyway), and Santana is practically attached to Sebastian's hip, claiming that she still doesn't quite trust him.  "It's the hair," she's always saying.  "It's too perfect."

Not that they don't have alone time, but it's usually over coffee or at the park, where they can't exactly break Ohio's social norms just for a quick kiss or even a reassuring squeeze of the hand.  It's all horribly frustrating, to the point where Kurt is seriously starting to fear the possibility of a break-up.

Boys like Sebastian Smythe aren't exactly patient.

He's about to text his worries to Mercedes, because at least she understands his need for space, when he finds his fingers brushing over a slip of paper that he doesn't remember putting in his pocket.

Narrowing his eyes in confusion, he snags it between his fingers and unfolds it, curious as to what it says.

I can't wait to kiss you, S.S.

Blushing a vicious shade of scarlet, Kurt refolds the paper and presses it to his chest, right over his heartbeat.  

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe waiting will make it even better, and maybe Sebastian has come to realize it.

Shaking his head, he grabs his phone and scrolls to Sebastian's name, grinning like some sort of love drunk pre-teen as he taps 'send text.'  

'Soon,' he types.  'What are you doing tomorrow night?'

[until-we-meet-at-gunpoint]