hey!! if you’re seeing this you’re following me, which is dope, but i’m moving this from a sideblog to a main blog and if you wanna keep following me you should click on over to @acafellas!!!

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

I’ll go. And I’ll stay— and we’ll be okay.

this is a reminder that i made an interest tracker and if you filled it out that would be super dope and helpful

i get scared and then i get scary

PINNED POST!

acafellas is a multimuse blog for glee featuring:

dave karofsky finn hudson jeff sterling roderick meeks stoner brett joe hart

and these are the important links for this blog:

rules & muse information interest tracker 

@wrblr ------ BLAINE ANDERSON.

       he’s been doodling something in the margins of his test--- the test that, for the past hour, he has not been actually filling out the answers on, and he pauses when he finishes, sitting up straight to look at it. he blinks slowly, as if he’s trying to return some of the moisture to his tired, red eyes, and then he rips part of the page off and passes it to blaine. it’s a small, simple drawing of him down to his shoulders ( bowtie included ) and it says beneath it you’re like, the most handsome guy i’ve ever seen, dude.

truly @wrbr​ was the best person to ask and let me know if my new interest tracker is working

‘ She was d e a t h , he was l i f e. ’  (insp)

ofberry​.

@acafellas​ // glee meets dawn

                ❛ is there any chance you’ll be attending chemistry tomo-                 rrow? ❜ her words are a little soft as they’re spoken, and ra-                 chel greets jeff with a half smile as her arms hug her binder                 closer to her chest. ❛ i’ll be taking a personal day, but i want                 to ensure i’ll stay on top of my schoolwork in the process. w-                 ould you be able to help me with that? ❜

        jeff eyes rachel, looking, at first, a little confused, and then he offers her a nod. “yeah, i’ll be in class,” he says, holding his own messenger bag against his shoulder. “do you need me to take notes for you?” he’s friendly--- incredibly so, often extending himself a little further than he should to ensure that his friends are taken care of--- but he also understands that it’s getting close to that time of year again. “a personal day... is it because---?” he doesn’t finish the sentence. they both know what he’s going to say.

       is it because of mason and madison?

choiroom​.

                ignoring his suggestions to start, kitty simply waves off his                 concerns about keeping up. ❛ don’t get too worried about it,                 chunky brewster. i’m totally content to look like the hot piece                 of ass i am while you dominate the crowd with that scratchy                 soul voice that amy winehouse – god rest her soul – would                 kill for. ❜ there’s something to be said about her shift in beha-                 vior, though she’s still combative most of the time, she likes                 to think she’s at least trying to be nice.

                his final suggestion ( the only one she hears ) has her brow                 raised in interest. standing to meet his gaze, her head leans                 over, eyeing the selection with a smirk. ❛ i’m impressed – th-                 at song slaps, and not many people would expect someone                 like me to kick it old school. ❜ nodding, she turns to grab her                 backpack, slinging it over her shoulder with ease. ❛ i’m in.                 we’ll head to beneath the sheets now to grab the music, then                 maybe back to mine to practice. my parents barely exist, and                 my backyard is massive. ❜

                she’s already headed towards the door before he agrees, and                 she simply turns once to ensure he’s following. 

       chunky brewster hits him in the gut, but he doesn’t let on, not really. he just shuts his eyes for a second, lets the sickly wave pass over him, and then he hands her phone back to her. he doesn’t move at first, not expecting her to mean that they’re leaving now, but when she looks back at him and he feels her gaze on him, he quickly pulls himself up out of the chair and begins to follow after her.

        roderick is a little concerned about the phrase my parents barely exist, thinking that might explain some of why kitty is the way she is, but he doesn’t imagine it would be a very welcome conversation starter. he’s not very talkative anyway--- as soon as kitty tried to shut the topic down, he’d concede. there’s no point in beginning to talk about something they’re both just going to give up on. instead of bringing up her parents he says, “i’ve never been to between the sheets,” and pauses the music that had been playing from his headphones.

unitedleader​.

   as   he's   walking   away   from  karofsky  ,  feeling  kind   of   torn ,   brows  knitted   together.   Initially , he   didn't   want   to   spend   any   more   time   with   the   dude   than   he   had   to  ,    and  they   all   had   their   reasons.    but   over   the   course  of   dave’s  time  in   the   club   and   after  witnessing   some   form   of..  change   or   acceptance   within   him ,  kinda   bummed  finn   out   that   he   seemingly  was  willing   to  throw  it  down  the  drain.     something   had   changed  behind   his  eyes ,   and  finn   thought   he   stood   a   chance  at  maybe   forgiving   dave , and   being   his   friend.   

footsteps  halted   as   he   caught   up   to   him ,   gaze   landing  on  karofsky.   the   back  and   forth   was   a  little  confusing   ,  but   he'd   done  it   too   when   he  first  joined  the  club.   if  he  could   make   the  stride  to   do  and  be  better –  why  couldn't  karofsky ?     “   dude ,   i   know  what  it's   like   or  maybe   i   don’t.   but  i   know  what's  it  like  when    you  get  stuck  in  your  head  and  like   you  care  what  other  people  think  and  stuff.  i  dunno   what  you're  goin'  through ,    so  i   won't  pretend  i   do  but   - -  i   seen  you   on   that  field  game  night.   i   seen  you.. “   he   trailed  softly   not   wanting  karofsky to  lash  back  with   an  insult ,  drawing  a  heavy    sigh.    “   you   looked  happy.   probably  the  happiest    i've   seen   you  since  we  were  kids.     don't  throw  it  all  away , man.  “  

       dave looks bothered. finn’s gotten under his skin and it’s obvious. that word--- happy--- is the thing that bothers him. he hasn’t been happy. he can’t really remember how long it’s been since he was really happy, since he hasn’t spent every spare moment worrying and stressing and hating himself just as much as he believes everyone else will hate him for who he really is. that’s why kurt drives him up a wall. he’s so proud. he’s gay and he isn’t miserable about it, he isn’t hiding in the shadows and acting like someone he’s not. vaguely, he wonders if whatever homo magic happens in that choir room is part of it, if it can help him too. it did make him feel happy this week, didn’t it?

        he looks over his shoulder, as if he thinks someone is listening in on them, waiting for him to say out loud what everyone knows he’s thinking, but no one is there. he turns back to finn, presses his lips together, and asks, “d’you think joining is really gonna do that? gonna... make me happy? did it make you happy?”

frnknteen​.

finn knew he should’ve stepped up earlier.           it had taken him an embarrassingly long time to get his head out of his ass and get his priorities straight, and perhaps now he’d been on karofsky even more lately about kurt because he felt like he needed to make up for what he hadn’t done before. not that he felt bad about giving karofsky a hard time, or anything — he kind of deserved more than just having to deal with finn repeatedly asking him if he’d apologized yet. and to be honest, finn didn’t really think that begrudgingly agreeing to come by a glee rehearsal or two was really doing much for the situation. after all, kurt wasn’t even in the glee club anymore now that he’d transferred, and no one in there really wanted him around, anyways. plus, his attitude about it didn’t exactly make it obvious that he’d be coming in with an open mind or anything.

“do whatever you want, man,”           finn answered with a dismissive shrug of one shoulder, a slight edge of irritation in his tone. “i don’t really see what coming by glee club’s gonna do when he’s not gonna be there, but … if you think that it’s gonna price something, mr. schue’s not gonna let any of us stop you, so…”

       “that’s why i said,” dave starts, trying not to let his own irritation grasp his tone and twist it into something confrontational, “i can work my way up to the kurt thing. i mean--- glee club changed you or whatever, right? you weren’t exactly a frickin’ saint before you joined that merry band of misfits and weirdos, but now you’re like... accepting or whatever. you don’t pick on kids anymore. before, you let us throw kurt into a dumpster and now he’s your step brother so it’s all different. but it’s all---”

       dave sighs, shuts his eyes, and gestures vaguely in the direction of the choir room. “it’s all different now ‘cause of whatever the hell goes on in that room. it changed you, it changed puckerman, so--- so why can’t it change me, huh?”

choiroom​.

              it’s comforting, he thinks, to have a friend. he has blaine, of course,               but the rest of the warblers are strangers to him, and he’s constantly               nervous that he’s going to do something wrong to push them away.               jeff, however, is kind, and friendly, and enthusiastic. it’s familiar, and               kurt settles against his bed with a nod.

              ❛ you’ll have to pry satine from my cold, dead hands, ❜ he teases,               reaching to grab a scoop of popcorn. ❛ if only i were older, nicole kid-               man would’ve had a run for her money. ❜

       “no lie, i’d love to see you all--- all red-haired, covered in silk and diamonds, playing an ill, disenchanted courtesan opposite ewan mcgregor,” jeff says. he pauses for a second, looks thoughtful, and adds, “i’d play anyone opposite ewan mcgregor.”

      then he looks over at kurt, eyes settling on his hair, and he grins from ear to ear. “you ever think about dying your hair? red? blonde?” he reaches up, runs a hand through his own hair compulsively, and adds, “it’s really true, you know. blondes do have more fun. i know, because i didn’t have as much fun before i dyed my own hair.” 

wrblr​.

          it  isn’t  difficult  to  see  the  differences  in  his  friend’s  appearance.   the  bulkiness,  the  newly  carved  features  of  his  face.   he  knew  the  rules  that  hunter  had  set  in  place,  and  while  he  was  disappointed  in  jeff  ––  he  was  trying  to  understand.   his  question  pulls  a  deep  sigh  from  within  the  boy,  eyebrows  gently  furrowing.

          ❛  no  ––  i  don’t  think  think  you’ve  ruined  everything.  ❜   he  says,  an  attempt  at  reassurance.   ❛  i  think  the  fact  you  weren’t  even  expelled  speaks  volumes  toward  your  luck  here.  ❜   there’s  a  hint  of  humor  hidden  within  his  words,  no  malice,  or  ill  will.   he  would  never  hope  for  ill  fortune  for  his  friend.

          ❛  and  no,  you  didn’t  ruin  us  either.  ❜   he  offers  a  small  smile  to  the  other  boy,  another  piece  of  reassurance.   ❛  we’re  brothers,  right?   a  couple  of  stupid  mistakes  aren’t  going  to  change  that.   and  they  were  ––  pretty  stupid,  jeff.  ❜   he  takes  on  a  more  serious  tone  as  eyebrows  furrow.   he  can’t  be  too  judgmental,  but  ––  god,  he  wished  he  hadn’t  participated.

       jeff could cry, but he’s grateful that he doesn’t. he worried it would make it seem as though he feels he’s the victim here when really he just feels so much relief it makes his eyes sting. the relief instead comes out in a shaky sigh and jeff drops his head again, smiling to himself. “oh, thank god,” he mutters, and he reaches up to rub his face, left over stress showing in the tight way he moves. “i really thought you were gonna hate me or something.”

       he doesn’t disagree with blaine. in fact, almost immediately he says, “it was so stupid,” and covers his face lazily with one hand. “i don’t even know how he talked us into it, he just---” he sighs heavily this time, no longer seeming so relieved, and adds, “i should have been like trent. i should have just left. but the warblers... like you said, we’re brothers. i didn’t want to let it go, not in my senior year, but... really, i should have.”

       his coffee is going to start getting cold, but he’s not thinking about it at all. he’s thinking about how he knew better than to take steroids to enhance his performance and risk his chances of getting into a college that specializes in it.

       “he was worse than sebastian was when he first came. scary, right?” he tries to smile.

ofberry​.

              his words resonate deeply within her, nearly bringing unshed tears to her eyes. ( she’s not accustomed to people paying her compliments, and finn – the last person on earth she’d expect it from – hands them out for free. ) her smile is a little sheepish as she shrugs, attempting nonchalance as she steps towards him, towards the hand he’s reaching out.

              ❛ i suppose i just.. go with my gut. you know, you’re never going to truly make everyone happy – i think i’m a prime example of that, ❜ eyes drop for a moment before she flicks her head, hair following over her shoulder. ❛ if what you’re doing is being done with the team’s best interests in mind, then no one can truly argue when the results come in. ❜

              she pauses, lips pressing together before she continues. ❛ people often try to tear me down for being talented, but, i simply take it in stride. i know there’s a lot of pressure on you to perform – both as a front man, and as our leader – but, you never have to do it alone. i truly hope you know that. ❜

        finn drops his hands and lets his eyes focus on rachel’s face. he has to drop his chin to really get a good look at her, has to think every time he sees her how small she is ( although he does that with most girls ), and it makes him smile a little. not only that, but her words add to some of his relief. she’s never been hesitant about who she is, and even if it means that other people don’t understand her she keeps doing what she knows she has to do. her confidence is infectious, he thinks, and if he can just take some of it and put it into what he has to do...

       “you’re really cool,” he says softly, straightening himself back up and pulling his backpack off the floor to throw it over his shoulder. “i mean, i know everyone in glee club thinks you’re kind of a narcissist and really annoying about 85% of the time, but i think you’re pretty cool.”

       he pauses then, bites the inside of his cheek, and says, “hey, what... what are you doing friday night? i was thinking maybe we could work on a set list for regionals. you know, something mr. schue can approve of, but... you know, isn’t journey. or disco.”