“I love independent, strong, confident Rachel as opposed to one mentally tied down to Finn… it’s clear to see that she’s in between those stages right now. Hopefully she goes her own way (!) instead of back to her awkwardly tall ex.”—
At this moment, there are 6 billion, 4 hundred, 71 million, 8 hundred, 18 thousand, 6 hundred, 71 shippers in the world. Some ships are running scared, some are coming home. Some shippers spread hate to make it through the day, others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil shippers at war with good and some are good struggling with haters. 6 billion people in the world, 6 billion souls... and sometimes all you need is Puckleberry.
Dear RIB, if finchel happens again I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. and then, on some dark, cold night I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face.
I really really hate that term, for more reasons than I could possibly explain, but it also doesn’t bother me when the Glee fandom throws it around in regards to “perfect” Finchel, and I’ll tell you why.
Back in the day, I was a huuuuuuuuuuge fan of Dawson’s Creek. And for six years we were…
I mean think about it, he asked her if she wanted to make out. She asked him to go look for puppies for Mercedes. He asked her to host a party for the Glee club. She asked him to man up and do a solo. He asked her to follow him to the mall and listen to what he had to say. They never deny each other anything, which means when he asks her to marry him she will say yes.