When I’m bored I genderbend my favourite Glee characters. Here, have a girl!Dave.

Idk I was drawing serious stuff and then suddenly I found myself doodling genderbent!Dave giving the finger.

…yeah.

boazpriestly:

SPN_Genderbent Lineup by ~alexisneo

Here we go, from left to right.
Jo, Ellen, Ruby, Bobby, Castiel, Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Lucifer, Anna and Crowley.

Coach Beiste and Sue Sylvester Genderbend sketch.

Why yes, I am very bored.

Dawn Karofsky, a Dave Karofsky genderbend

Somebody stop me doodling…

Norah Puckerman.

Having way too much fun with these.

Fiona Hudson, a Finn Hudson Genderbend

The guys all called her Blondie, even though she was a brunette. People joked about it so often that she actually was tempted to peroxide it but hell if she didn’t want to look like one of those bimbos on the Cheerios. Then no one would believe she wasn’t a complete moron.

Sure, she wasn’t getting perfect grades, and maybe she acted a little (well, a lot) ditzy at times, but Fiona wasn’t dumb; she noticed things. Things that other people didn’t notice.

Like, she noticed that her sister, Beth, didn’t stare at guys, and she noticed that sometimes her smiles were faked and that her clothing style was completely different when she was at home than when she went to the mall with the other Cheerios.

She’d noticed when Beth stared with envy at her in Glee Club and she’d eventually managed to make the cheerleader give in and join, under the guise that she needed the extra credits for Spanish. If everyone knew that Beth was really smart, they never said anything, just the odd tease and a slushie when times got really bad. They rarely did. Beth Hummel was pretty much untouchable: she was pretty, she was athletic, and she was popular and talented.

Fiona was popular too, and talented, but not in the same way. She was a jock, which guaranteed safety from slushies as far as the guy-jocks were concerned, but she was still below the Cheerios on the social pyramid. But she had friends, a lot of them, and people all seemed to like her. 

When people like you, they’re more inclined to let you in, Fiona learnt. Because people let their guard down around her – who would she tell? She’s just a dumb brunette, she’ll probably forget in an hour – that’s what they thought, and Fionna knew it.

Still, she remembered. She remembered how Santiago’s eyes lingered on Brett, she remembered how Tim stopped stuttering when he was relaxed, she remembered how Puck had suddenly stopped smoking and drinking and started wearing looser clothes.

If anyone ever asked her, she’d give a big grin and say she had no idea what they were talking about, but Fiona Hudson was probably the most knowledgeable girl in Glee club, if only because she was so wildly underestimated.

Then again, no one would never ask, would they?

Dawn Karofsky threw open her locker with all the might of a Spartan. A book fell out, but she caught it with sportsman reactions and shoved it back in, not caring that the pages were all squashed. Stupid fucking small lockers.

For the millionth time, she wondered why she’d put a mirror in there, glaring at her reflection and willing her complexion to improve. Maybe she was trying to guilt herself into losing weight, after all, seeing her chubby face in the mirror every time she needed a book was incentive enough. Stupid fucking mirror.

Looking away from her skin, she glanced up at her hair and sighed mournfully. She tugged angrily at the hair tie keeping her tight ponytail in place, and let her hair fall around her shoulders, putting the tie around her wrist to tie it up again in a second, while she got her books. A strand of hair fell into her eyes and she swatted at it, remembering exactly why she always kept it tied back. Stupid fucking hair.

And then: ‘Dyke.’ Dawn whirled around, ready to cut a bitch, when she realized the slur wasn’t addressed at her. Instead, a lithe brunette stood, her papers scattered across the floor, looking somewhere between furious and mortified. Dawn felt a bubble of anger build up around her stomach and her hands automatically clenched into fists. Life was so fucking stupid.

The girl, Hummel, Dawn remembered, just stood there for a second in shock, before her shoulder slumped sadly and she knelt to pick the books and sheets up. A tragedy, because her skinny jeans were white, and Dawn was sure the floor is grubby enough to stain them.

The thing that really pissed her off was that everybody kept walking, like nothing had happened, like there wasn’t a flustered teenager with tears in her eyes frantically trying to collect all her work together while strangers walked right by her, barely even looking down.

Dawn let out another sigh, and took pity on the girl, closing her locker and leaning down. She said nothing until Hummel looked up at her with wide, questioning eyes. ‘You looked like you could use the extra hands.’ She said, shrugging as she handed the girl a French textbook.

‘Thanks.’ Hummel said, her eyes now fixed on the floor, and her cheeks slightly pinker than usual. They fell into an awkward silence, save for the shuffling of paper and the bustle around them. So, not really silence, just awkward.

Eventually, they get every piece of paper and book into a neat pile, and Hummel picked it up, carefully placing it in her very clean locker. She had a mirror too, Dawn noticed.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she retreated back to her own locker and pulled her hair back to tie it up.

‘Don’t.’ Came a voice from the side of her. Hummel was smiling slightly, leaning around her locker door. ‘It looks much nicer when it’s down.’ Then she flounced down the corridor, her mood apparently improved.

Dawn glanced at her mirror again and twisted a wave of hair in her fingers. Okay… so maybe it wasn’t so fucking stupid after all.