My ED resigned last night….so I may be MIA for awhile. My work load just got doubled (on top of also not having a development director.) So yeah fun stuff. Bear with me guys!
Ok, so guys I want to clarify something and ask for help.
This instagram account is re-blogging fan art without crediting, and tagging Chris and Darren, which is something I DO NOT condone. I don’t agree with art/fic being re-blogged without crediting the…
Here’s a really helpful message from Methtoothpaste which they left on a post of mine a while back:
In case people are not aware of how to approach these kind of situations in the most efficient way- (seeing as this person is STILL reposting stuff that doesn’t belong to them)
-Get the link to the instagram post that was belongs to the stolen work
-Put it on the first box
-Get the link to the ORIGINAL post, be it in Instagram, tumblr or anywhere else.
-Place it in the second box along a brief commentary stating you’re the creator of the content.
When you do this Instagram has no other choice to take it down.” [x]
Hope this helps you out, sorry for the long post!
Reblogging for those who need to report this user (including myself). If your art/fic has been posted ANYWHERE on this instagram user’s account, please report them. This is gross.
So I did the thing. Fantasy AU wherein Kurt and Elliott are married and traveling performers. They recruit Blaine to become their apprentice, and poly romance/sex ensues. (20Kish)
It got sappy. You know, after the smut. Huh.
The first time that Blaine meets Kurt and Elliott, he’s ten years old and they are fifteen and eighteen respectively.
They come through his village as members of a band of entertainers who ply their trade to those who have the leisure time to enjoy it for a modest fee. Blaine’s parents don’t quite approve of their free ways, and make a point of criticizing their outlandishly styled hair, clothes, and painted faces, especially Elliott, who has multiple piercings and tattoos.
Despite this, most of the village turns up to see them, and Blaine…
Blaine thinks that they are the most interesting group of people that he has ever seen.
As the son of a baker, his life isn’t very exciting. He rises early, works until his knuckles swell and his body aches, and goes to bed late. His days are structured by baking schedules and customers and deliveries, not allowing for much variety or for him to think about what he would prefer to be doing with his life. Being allowed an hour at the end of the work day for two days in a row to go and watch the troupe perform is like being transported to another world, where fun can have nothing to do with duty, and where Blaine can watch with wide eyes as the men and women of the troupe dance and sing and juggle and swallow fire and tell stories and recite poems as if nothing else in the world is more important.