My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
I feel like this applies to every form of discrimination.
Kurt never slept well when travelling. He was always too excited for the destination. When he did drift off, he had nightmares.
When Blaine shook him awake, Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re here,” he said, then looked around at the train. “We’re here.”
“Yeah, I’m here,” Blaine said with…
The fandom does everything better, I swear.

Scenes like this bring about ridiculous emotional responses in me. I don’t even know where half of my associations about them come from.
It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?




