Hold this KiWy down !

“We came here for the girls who fell in love in a two-shot in the background. We leave here with the girls walking arm-in-arm, the only ones in their frame.

So the moral of all this?

Brittana is a love story that begins, “Once upon a time, there were two cheerleaders who fell in love…,” and ends, “… and they lived happily ever after.”

But more than that? Brittana is love.”

                                                  - JJ

“Hearts”, the morning after.

Two birds, one stone: first day of Brittana week, and Happy Birthday, MCM! :)

Anonymous asked: Are you going to do some art for Brittana Week?

“You are burning. The air in this bus is too hot, thick and muggy, sweat beads around your hairline. She’s so warm. Your skin is prickling, buzzing, overwhelmed. There are butterflies the size of fighter jets in your stomach and they have nothing to do with being on your way to war.”

- I Need a Medic!, chapter 19, by gnomingabout

Santana met Brittany for the first time when they were small kids. And she only realized that (this lanky brilliant blonde she had thought about for months was the girl who changed her life) in high school.

Santana never told Brittany that the painfully distracted, tomboyish girl in her first ballet class was not called Samantha. I mean, come on! SAMANTHA?!

linked-pinkies asked: YOUR DRAWINGS MAKE ME PUKE RAINBOWS AND DIE OF A CUTENESS OVERLOAD! i love them!

- I don’t think you’re even trying at all, Lord Tubbington…

Yoga is not for everyone it seems, but happy birhday, Judith! :D

Sure, she loves Sam. Like she had loved Artie. But in that bathroom, in those long minutes she thought she would die, her heart and her thoughts were in New York.