brittany when finn singing ‘you get what you give’
brittany when finn gave Santana a gayvention
and brittany when finn called her stupid
Brittany when glee kids were dedicating a song to Finn
Brittany when Rachel was singing “Without You” to Finn.
wehavethemjustwheretheywantus:
Total direct conversation between couples during season 3:
- Tike: 2 minutes and 35 seconds in 5 episodes
- Brittana: 5 minutes and 11 seconds in 8 episodes
- Samcedes: 5 minutes and 17 seconds in 9 episodes
- Klaine: 20 minutes and 17 seconds in 15 episodes
- Finchel:
So they were supposed to do this
But then naya was like wait, fuck this
Give me a hug baby!!
if you’re going to make a character have a 0.0 grade point average you probably shouldn’t have her saying things like “upper paleolithic stone age” or write her saving the wmhs academic decathlon team from an embarrassing defeat just saying

#heya are my favourite #vanessa! #her baby impression is hilarious #but #can we talk about heather’s face #i mean in 3/4 she looks like a tired new mom who smiles at her precious baby despite her body feeling drained #the last one where she’s looking at naya #it’s like naya’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen #i’ve never seen another person look so enamoured with someone like heather does with naya #and naya is just looking at vanessa blissfully unaware #i wonder how naya felt looking at these pictures on twitter this morning #if she saw that one of heather looking at her and felt her breath catch #i wonder if she stared at the photo for a long time with a dopey smile on her face #i wonder if she opened up her phone a sent heather a text that said ‘i love you’ just because #ugh #why are they doing this to me#feelings everywhere
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See, I can imagine a brilliantly written episode full of things all those fans, including me, would have hated. I have no trouble envisioning a phenomenally plotted season finale in which either or both couples break up, or at least suffer huge relationship angst. That episode could have been so well written we’d have all been crying and writhing on the floor and breaking Tumblr with our grief. And it might have made me want to die, but I wouldn’t have said it was badly written. …
There are no hints our OTPs are in trouble, so why aren’t we happy, or at least, reasonably content?
Because the writing sucked.








