My favorite kind of villains are the ones that you can understand. Not agree with, not like, but understand. You’re frightened by their actions in a really visceral way because you realize that, in the wrong circumstances, you might become a monster too.
The scariest type of monsters are the ones that seem human and familiar.
do you ever accidentally start shipping something that is so obscure you can’t even find a ship tag, there’s pretty much nothing, it’s like you’re one of the six people in this entire world that ever saw these characters and thought “wow they could be a thing”
and then you’re like “shit i’ve really outdone myself this time”
“Kurt was hurled into the dumpster in the McKinley High School parking lot, the collateral damage of gladiator culture, but he crawled out. And he came out. And he wondered if he would be alone forever, in his one-queer town. He had nothing but the strength of his own voice and the fire of the dreams he hid away from everyone, even himself sometimes. Blaine had everything. Well, everything except a place where the curtain closed. The world was his stage and the lights were always on. Kurt and Blaine found each other, and danced around each other, until they realized they didn’t have to stand alone in the cold outside.”
The saddest part about this scene wasn’t that he got his heart broken yet again, it was the look on his face afterward. That look of total emotionless resignation. That look of “It was inevitable.” internal dialogue.
We’ve seen this look before:
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NONO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
