Erin is a saint because almost a year ago I sent her this and she has kept her promise to remind me very well.
So I’m not a confrontational person. At all. So I’m just going to (vaguely) say this and be done with it.
When someone in our fandom does something, just imagine someone in the opposite fandom doing it and how it would make you feel, or how you would react. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, or like they’ve crossed a line, or like they’ve done something wrong, chances are the person in your own fandom is doing the same exact things, and invoking those same exact feelings.
Just because someone is your friend doesn’t mean what they’re doing is right or justifiable.
Oooh, yay! I had so much fun writing that. That’s the kind of thing that I’m prone to spend way too much time on. I had to kind of force myself to wrap it up, since these are supposed to be short prompt fills.
I kind of want to write more but I am not gonna say I am for sure yet.
I am not scared of the elements
I am under-prepared, but I am willing
And even better
I get to be the other half of youI’m not even going to begin taking credit for all of this. Co-written with Bee, who took what I wrote and made it a fucking million times smarter and better.Chris/Darren, G.
Chris doesn’t fall in love with Darren, he crashes headfirst like it was a biological imperative, like his body’s set of chemicals that create euphoric attachment were waiting to flood his veins for just him, and no one else.
The primal, physical attraction he harbored on the cute guy with the curls singing about Harry Potter before Darren was ever a flesh and bone person in his life didn’t help. It was a tremulous, unstable setup just waiting on a catalyst.
But with Darren there, talking to him and laughing with him, that simple attraction is watered and fed and grows and grows into something more, something big and daunting and scary in its strength and solidity, and Chris just - he tries not to let it get in the way. Of his job, of their friendship.
Somewhere between year one and year two, it just gets hard. Their relationship evolves, like all do over time, but instead of adapting they teeter on the brink of extinction, leaving him (them) brittle and breakable. Fondness spikes into bitterness, and when Chris can’t have it all he stops wanting any of it.
They can’t exist like that.
Maybe that’s when - maybe that’s why - Darren starts to want him back.
He’s never lied to Chris about the fact that in the beginning, he didn’t feel anything. Chris was too young, he thinks; young and not what Darren considers attractive, and personality can’t overcome everything. They had chemistry, sure; that’s why Darren was cast, that’s why the show got so much attention for it, why audiences and critics had such a reaction.
But sometimes a solution that doesn’t react at room temperature needs a little heat, needs to encounter just the right environment, and maybe they needed that push that that Chris growing distant gave to them.
Since the beginning they were teeming with potential, and evolution can’t be undone, so all that’s left to do is evolve again and then again, to constantly readjust together, to find what makes them last and most importantly, hold onto it through changes of season and time.
Darren says it wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to Chris to start with, but Chris can’t convince him he doesn’t care. He’s done with feeling broken and flawed right down to a molecular level, done with how the curse of being unique always hung over him, this predisposition for never quite having the same experiences of love and growth as everyone else. He’s done lingering in the shadows when he can be turning his face to the light of what he has right now. Darren likes the man that he is now, who he has become and who his surroundings and all the love and loss and hurt and rejection have bent and shaped him into.
And, eventually, Chris sees it too. The length of his tenacity, the solidness of his surety of self, the curve of his off-center wit, the finished product of a hundred billion chemical processes and made entirely of celestial debris, and finds he loves himself, too.
Welcome to the New Age
Kurt-centric (prelude to Kurt/Blaine) scifi au
I’m waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I’m breathing in the chemicals
- Radioactive, Imagine Dragons
Kurt is born to a family of underground workers. He lives the first five years of his life in the family barracks. His mother is beautiful, with big blue eyes just like his, and she’s one of the smartest people in their sector. She works on the computer systems and she sings and mends and cooks, as well, and Kurt doesn’t think there’s anything she can’t do. His father isn’t bad, either; he isn’t as pretty and he can’t really sing but Kurt knows that the repair work his dad does on the air and water filtering systems keep them alive. It’s as prestigious a job you can get, resigned to the underground where even relative success isn’t actually all that successful.
But Kurt doesn’t know that, not at that age. He just knows that his parents are his heroes and that this is his life.
Chris’s reaction to Darren’s big ass smile.
It really does. I hesitated before tagging it. Because that ass screams Darren to me but the body and the hair are very Chris-like.