Dalton's One Year Birthday
Thank you CP, and thank you boys!
1 Year. This past one year suffering from Nerf pellets, overload of coffee, craving for cookies, singing on furniture, being a diva, SALT-AND-BURNING everything, painting, riding a gondola, surfing a rainbow, dodging hurricanes and just being around the beauty that is Stuart, Windsor and Hanover. Thank you Mama. For the memories. -Credit.
It's not the 29th yet here in Ohio. But WTH. If it weren't for Dalton... I don't even know where I'd be. I wouldn't have a tumblr. I would have the relationships I have with my Dalton-Friends. I wouldn't cry every time I hear "Someone Like You." I'd be lost without it. So, Happy Birthday Dalton! And a million thanks to Mama CP.
To be perfectly honest, at first I didn’t even give Dalton a look when I first heard about. It was just another fanfiction. No big deal.
Boy, was I wrong.
I only started reading at the very beginning of summer, I was alone, had zero friends, and in a very dark place. To be perfectly honestly, I believe it was some sort of fate, that I stumbled upon Warblerland.
I cannot even try to explain to what Dalton has done for me since then, but I’ll try.
You gave me hope when I thought all was lost. You gave me joy when I hadn’t smiled in ages. You gave me friends and a family when I thought I had nobody.
Here’s this messed up little girl wanting to disappear and suddenly she was presented with something to live for.
You gave me something through all the characters you created.
Courage, happiness, understanding….love.
I don’t even know where I would be right now without them, without you.
Miss CP, do you know what you have done for me? For a lot of people?
You showed them that light at the end of the tunnel. That one everybody always talks about when they tell you “It gets better.”
Because it has gotten better because of you and the wonderful world you created.
Dalton, a little fanfiction that came from “ turning over ideas in my head” has turned into so much more.
So I want to say thank you. Thank you and your characters so much.
Happy birthday, boys(:
I love the fandom of Dalton so much. You really know how to make a girl feel special and take away all the bad feelings that day. You don't tell me that I'm being too much of a fangirl, and don't scold me for sobbing over fics/drabbles. You respect me as a teenager.
And Mama CP made all of this possible. She doesn't know how she touches lives every single day, and we constantly praise her for being such a selfless and perfect person. She's an inspiration. So yes, a huge Happy Birthday to Dalton, but a huge round of applause to CP Coulter. For being there.
Before Dalton I was miserable. I felt like a freak.I had some friends, but I still felt lonely, like something was missing. One day my friend recommended this fanfiction to me. I never read fanfiction before that, but I gave it a shot. I read it all in two days.
Something just clicked for some reason. Once I found out that Dalton has a fanbase on Tumblr everything kinda fell into place. I met beautiful people. Dalton makes me, and many others, feel special. You gave me the support system I needed.
Now, I can’t go a day without thinking of Dalton! Whenever I fall I think of our adorable fashionista, when I see a womanizer I imagine Derek, when I watch Supernatural I immediately think of Dwight and his holy water squirt bottle, when I see a Nerf Gun I automatically think of the Tweedles attacking a poor innocent bystander, when I see a squid Logan comes to mind, and sunglasses always remind me of a certain Cheshire Cat.
The further I read into Dalton the more I fall in love with the OCs and Mama CP’s writing style. The way she describe the boys (and girls) make them so easy to relate to. There are so many of them, yet no two are the same! I just love them all so much. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and they have me screaming with joy whenever there is an amazing scene. The day Dalton is sold in stores I will be the first in line to buy it.
It’s been a hard year for me, and I know it sounds silly, but Dalton has definitely saved me from myself. I can’t thank Mama CP enough for what she has done.
One year ago, many of us were like Kurt when he arrived at Dalton. We were lonely, lost, and looking for something to hold on to. CP Coulter led us down the rabbit hole.
She introduced us to her boys, and each one of them has shown us something special: Dwight’s bravery, Reed’s belief in himself, Shane’s enthusiasm, Logan’s fierce passion, Julian’s selfless love, Derek’s drive, the list goes on and on. After our adventures in Warblerland together, we have found acceptance and friendship and family and love.
For all the beautiful friendships CP has created, none are more amazing that those she has created amongst her readers.
Happy Birthday to Dalton, beautiful Mama CP! And thank you for everything.
Thank you for changing my life. Your boys inspired and continue to inspire me and I don’t know where I’d be without you and your everlasting kindness. You continue to blow me away with your talent and imagination. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of something special, for making me feel at home and appreciated. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’m scared to think about where I would be without it. I feel like I have a family here, with the characters and the fandom, and I feel mire accepted here than I ever did anywhere in my life. The people I’ve met have changed my life, everyone of them. I had given up all hope before Dalton, and now, ever though it may seem cliche, I feel like I have something to live for.
People actually want me. People like me, and I just feel happy here, in Warblerland. I don’t want to go back to the place I was in, and the thing is, I don’t think I will. Dalton has changed so many lives for the better, and my only regret is that I didn’t find it sooner. Yes, Dalton saved me. And it saves so many others whether people realise it or not. I just love Dalton, and I’m forever in debt of CP for changing my life.
Dalton is just a story, right? It’s just the craziness that one person thought of and wrote down. It’s just a fangirl’s musings about characters she’s way too invested in or something like that.
I suppose that’s what someone would tell you if they had never read it and didn’t understand what it means to be part of the Dalton fandom. I suppose that’s what someone would tell you if their life hadn’t been changed by Mama CP.
I didn’t start reading Dalton right off the bat. I didn’t start reading until about January 2011 - mostly because I was pissed at Glee for breaking up Finchel and didn’t want anything to do with Glee at all.
But eventually the hiatus took it’s toll, and besides, my entire dash was flipping out about this Glee fic that was set at Dalton - dear glorious Dalton, a storyline that Glee hadn’t yet pissed me off about (well sort of. I don’t think Klaine was together yet. But still. Warblers. It’s hard to be mad at those gorgeous men). So I thought I’d give it a try.
I don’t remember who I fell in love with first. I think it was the Tweedles. And Wes and David. And Blaine. And Kurt. And all the crazy Windsors. I loved the Windsors, hated the Stuarts, Hanovers are lovely boys. I loved the fic and it helped me through the hiatus.
And then it became more than a hiatus thing, more than a Glee thing.
There are few writings that really influence my life, really change me inside and out and really make me feel. Harry Potter is one of them. Dalton is the other.
I suppose I’m kind of crazy for loving it the way I do. But there is a little bit of everyone in that story.
Caring friends, dealing with friends who fuck you up, crazies, falling in love, bullies, running away and running towards people who will help, unrequited love, being loved back, hard times and happy times, fights, being unsure, love at first sight, obsession, possession, caring enough and not enough…
Every moment that a person can have where they feel like they’re completely alone, a character in Dalton has a similar or relatable experience, and reading about other people helps us know that we’re not alone. And with all the bad moments, the characters in Dalton show us that things get better. They may not be exactly what we want, but no one ever suffers forever.
I don’t know exactly what to say about how much Dalton has influenced my life.
I just know I have some of the greatest friends that I met through this fandom.
I just know that for the first time in my life, I can finish writing a story - something I have never been able to accomplish.
I just know that Mama CP has inspired me to write.
I just know that Dalton is a phenomenal fic and I will wait 100 years for the next update because I will never not be a fan.
I just know that when Mama CP is a famous author (once she releases her original story) and the rest of the world who hasn’t experienced her writing before is in love with her and telling me what a brilliant author she is, I’ll sit there and smile and say I knew it was coming.
Because her words and her imagination and her dedication to her story and to her fans and followers always leaves me in a positive mood.
Because no matter what anyone says, no matter how many times I get called crazy for loving someone so much who is a fictional character, for crying over a fictional character, for caring more about a fictional character’s love life than I care about my own…
It’s real for us.
Today is the day a fanfiction - one that was destined to save lives (including mine) - was born. Today is the day a fanfiction - one that was destined to start a fandom that was so close they’re a family - was started.
Today, we not only celebrate the birth of a fanfiction we’d come to treasure, or the birth of the boys we come to love but also the birth of a family that we are all part of.
Happy birthday, Dalton. You have changed me for the better.
Happy fucking birthday to the brilliance that is Dalton.
Seriously, mama, thank you. You’ve created so much. A place so many of us can call ‘home’, characters we’ve come to love even more than regular members of glee, a fanbase that is so welcoming, a whole world; a warblerland!
I may be relatively new to this, I read Dalton a month or so ago, but doesn’t this just go to prove how powerful it is? Really. I’ve been hooked since the very first chapter, and I will be until beyond the very last. I know I’m not the only one when I say that.
I really wanted to write more than this, go on a real fangirly ramble you know? But it’s late and I’m sick. I don’t even care if this ramble goes unread, I’m so happy that Dalton and all these extraordinary characters even exist!!
I will just leave you with wishes for sweet dreams of ranebows and magical cookies and salt. Lots and lots of rings of salt.
This is the only fanfiction, the only one, I’ve read that had a lot of impact on people. That brought together people from everywhere around the globe and formed a huge family.
I met the most amazing people in this fandom, they’re my friends and I will always treasure them.
Dalton made me better — it made me last a day in school because I know that I have a family waiting for me here on tumblr. :)
So Dalton, Mama CP, thank you. For everything.
Thank you Mama CP for making my life so much better by writing this ‘little fic’ and introducing me not only to an amazing new side of the glee fandom, but also to your boys, who have made me laugh and cheer with them, but also cry and worry, and then always smile again.
Thank you so so much. For everything <3
Happy 1 year anniversary from Germany <3
There’s a lot of things I want to thank you for, and if I had the time I’d write them all down, and the list would go on and on and on and on without en ending. Like how you made me want to write again—how you inspired me, how you helped me find the motivation and creativity to do the thing I completely love.
Or like how you introduced me to all the amazing, life-changing, utterlybeautiful people I’ve met on Tumblr. Or how you changed the way I look at things. Or how through you and your fic and your boys, I finally discovered and embraced my sexuality.
I just want you to know that I’m eternally grateful.
Thank you for changing my life.
Dalton has transformed my life by showing me that there are places where everyone is accepted, no matter who they are or where they come from, and how those places offer so much help to those who need it, without those people ever asking.
Who knew what I was stumbling into when I decided to embark on the journey that is Dalton?
I started reading the story due to my love for Kurt and Blaine. I continued to read it to find out about the lives of the other characters within the story. Dalton is much more than a fanfiction. Although it might have started as such, it has stemmed into something much bigger. Along with a wonderful story, a riveting plot, and lovable characters, came an adventure far from over.
Dalton created a family. Dalton created friendships that will last forever. I personally have met my best friends because of Dalton. Dalton helped save me. I was at a low point in my life when I first began reading Dalton. The story itself and the people I met because of it helped me bring my life up again, and it gave me a reason to keep on living.
Mama CP’s the reason I began writing again.
I wouldn’t be where I am right now without Dalton, and I want to thank Mama CP for bringing such an extreme happiness into my life.
Thank you, Mama.
For the past year, I have been struggling with depression. A lot of times, the thought “if I just took these pills, I’d never have to wake up, and it would all just be done with.” Dalton helped change that. I’m not going to say it was the only thing that saved me—my fantastic friends, other works of literature, and music all helped me through—but Dalton certainly helped push. I went from “live until tomorrow,” to “live until the next chapter,” to “live until I know how it ends.” I’m not out of the woods yet, not at all.
But these fantastic characters, created by the beautiful and wonderful Mama CP, they’ve helped me get just a little bit farther. I met people who have helped me want to survive (I’m looking at you, Jerie and Jessica Marie) though this fandom. I relate to characters, I have learned it’s possible to survive and get through this from people in the fandom. And I intend to stick it out, at least until the end of Dalton. Beyond that…who knows?
I think I’m strong enough to take a few steps…but I don’t think I’ll be doing it alone. Because this fandom, and thiscommunity, as well as the characters themselves…well, they’ll be beside me the whole way.
At this point, I’m not here for the fic anymore. I’m here for the community that flails together, weeps together, and most definitely stands together, for the ones we’ve supported through red alerts and the ones we’ve inducted into our craziness, for the cosplays and the drawings, the drabbles, the fics, the audio recordings…I’m here for the family that’s grown around one brilliant piece of literature.
So Happy Birthday, Dalton! Thanks for giving me (and so many others) a reason to stick around.
Once upon a time. I was sad and I didn’t know why. I had so many friends and I felt like the loneliest person in the world. I couldn’t be happy with myself. I was afraid to try to be great.
Once upon a time I was just a girl who was ready to kill herself if anyone ever gave her that push she needed. And then I found Dalton.
I don’t know if I can accurately describe just how much it means to me. Dalton means home, imagining myself in Royal House at Dobry or visiting Bailey in Stuart. Dalton means friends like Lida and Helen and just everyone.
Most importantly Dalton is hope. It’s proof that maybe I’ll find the Shane to my Reed, one day soon. It’s a prayer that I’ll find people who accept me for me. It’s that push I needed… to stay alive.
Thank you, Mama.
Happy birthday to my favorite boys
Happy anniversary to my favorite author
In one hour (my time), it will be a year since the day that the piece of literature that changed my life was released. In one month from today, it will be a year since I read Dalton by CP Coulter *cough*it’s the piece of literature that changed my life if you didn’t get that*cough*
Honestly, Dalton changed my life. It inspired me in so many different ways. It inspired me to write, to love to write. To think about writing and having her characters in my head and even creating my own and to just enjoy the art of writing and reading on a whole new level that has helped me grow as a person. It’s like the boys are a part of my life. I laugh with them, I cry with them, I relate to them more than I’ve related to any character ever. Heck! Dalton inspired me to buy hedgehogs and name them after Julian and Logan! Dalton has inspired life decisions to help me grow, it inspired me to learn ASL, and it has inspired so many amazing friendships that I would have never made if it weren’t for Dalton.
Thank you CP.
Thank you so much.
You deserve the world and more.
To say that Dalton changed my life would be an understatement. Without reading it, I wouldn’t have started writing again and continuing one of my passions. Without reading it, I wouldn’t have had the courage to try and be myself without worrying about others’ opinions.
Without reading it, I wouldn’t have known that other kids like me struggle from family pressures and expectations. Without reading it, I wouldn’t have believed that there is hope and love and support out there for those times when I feel like I can’t go on. Without reading it, I wouldn’t be chasing after dreams that seem so impossible. And yet, you and your boys remind me that nothing is.
Maraming salamat, at mahal kita po! XD
I remember browsing fanfics.net in April and I happened to come across Dalton.
I fell in love.
I remember sitting up in the middle of the night trying to read as much as I could, drinking juice like crazy trying to finish 3, 2, 1.
I also remember sitting on that little stool at my grandparents house on my laptop trying to get my way through the first part of Hell Night.
I remember the crazy grinning of happiness and the small tears of heartbreak reading this wonderful story.
But I mustn’t forget something.
The writer of Dalton, Miss Monique Dimanlig (AKA. CP Coulter)
Thankyou Mama CP, for the absolute joy you have given us the past year. Thankyou for having that spur of the moment lunchtime, writing the first chapter.
Thankyou for over the past year, giving up your time to write for us. Thankyou for staying on tumblr, trying to answer all our questions. Thankyou for helping people who were depressed, going through hardship or just had a bad day and needed support.
Without you, literally thousands wouldn’t have found such a loving and amazing community of people.
This isn’t just a 1st birthday for a story, this is a one year anniversary of love, people. yeah I just totally did that, didn’t I? I mean it!
So thankyou to everyone who has shared love through Dalton in the past year. Thankyou mama CP, for writing it and sharing love through Dalton.
I really couldn’t think of another saying. Courage, everyone? :D
One year ago today (tomorrow, technically, where I live), Dalton was posted on fanfiction.net.
However, this time last year I was still obsessed with Twilight, and continued to be until midway through December, when I finally let it go because of how irritating I had begun to find the characters and the fans.
I did not read Dalton until midway through June, and finished reading it the night before I went to sleepaway camp for seven weeks (as a camper, not a counselor).
I spent the majority of those seven weeks wondering about Dalton, when it would be updated, what was going to happen during Hell Night, everything. And when things at camp got really bad, Dalton was there to get me through two hellish weeks. Instead of having to hang around people who strived and recieved joy off of putting others down and seeing them hurt, I would spend hours at the computer room (only able to read bits and pieces, sadly), when I was supposed to be doing other things besides reading Dalton (I got in trouble for it a few times, too) (But reading Dalton was much more enjoyable than hanging around people who were just flat out mean to me and others around).
Once I got home, and immediatly checked my fanfiction.net email only to realize I had over 500 emails and read the stories for each one. Hell night was posted in August, and after seeing that I would have to get there before being able to read it. So, some late night in August, I was satisfied to click on the link to E26 of Dalton, only to realize that I had no idea what was going on.
And decided to read the entire thing over again, so I could get the (what I probably expected to be) joy from reading the entire thing including the long-awaited E26.
Reading it over again only made me fall more in love with it. I would call up my friend (who at the time had no idea what Dalton was) to rant to her about what was going on and about ships and Jogan and everything and about how Adam was a creepy stalker.
And then I spent a two hour car ride reading Hell Night. And then spent another half hour finishing reading it at home. I learned to never read a new Dalton chapter in the car with your parents, because when you hysterically start crying, they will wonder why you just randomly started crying, and what was so upsetting about whatever you were reading on your phone and such.
After much persuasion at the beginning of September, I finally got one of my friends who semi-liked Glee to read Dalton, which made us become closer friends as a result. However, not telling her what happened in Hell Night (waiting for her to finish it, peroid), was nearly impossible.
Dalton has changed my life.
Reed Van Kamp taught me that lables don’t matter.Kurt Hummel taught me about the force that two fashionistas have when they come together.
Blaine Anderson taught me the meaning of ‘Courage’, and that some bonds cannot be broken.
Charlie Amos has taught me that gardening is cool. And that you can’t escape being a Windsor prefect without a few injuries.
David Sullivan taught me about undying love.
Wes Hughes taught me what it meant to be a good friend. Also, I’ve been spelling his last name wrong for nearly six months now. Awkward.
Tood taught me that you don’t have to be upfront all the time to be awesome.
Drew & Satoru taught me that you need a fire extinguisher if you expect to survive in Windsor.
Dwight Houston taught me that bravery can come from the stranges of places.
Bailey Tipton taught me that in Stuart, you can get away without drinking coffee.
Derek… well… he hasn’t really taught me much (but that’s just me).
Adam Clavell taught me that there are really some creepy and obsessive fans out there.
Sperril (Spencer & Merril) taught me that gender doesn’t define love.
The Tweedles (Evan & Ethan Brightman) taught me that siblings are siblings. They’ll be there for you, and sometimes you shouldn’t even attempt to break them apart.
Shane Anderson taught me that if you love sometihing, do it.
Micah taught me that, if you love someone, tell them before it’s too late.
Clark taught me that just because you aren’t blood related, doesn’t mean that you can’t (and shouldn’t) support those in you family, and those you care about.
CP Coulter has taught me that anything you believe in is worth doing, and to never give up.
Thank you, Mama CP. For everything.
It’s still the 28th here where I live, but I think Dalton deserves an early happy birthday. I started reading in August, but I already feel like part of the family. I love everything about this fic and it’s fandom.
I love how it inspires people to write, how it allows people to be themselves, but mostly I love how it brought us all together. It gives us a place where we belong. It gives us a home. Thank you Mama CP for bringing us this amazing world where we can all happily abide, writing our own fanfiction and getting to know our favorite characters.
Thank you for inspiring us, for loving us and for creating this magical world. Thank you Mama CP for everything you have done for this fandom. None of us will ever forget. We love you and we love this fic. Happy Birthday Dalton <3
I kept hearing about Dalton, but I didn’t really know what it was. I followed you before I ever read your story. Then, at some point, I decided to try it. I got through a few chapters before life got in the way. Over this summer, my air conditioning broke, I had nothing to do, and I was up late into the night because it was so hot. So I grabbed my iPod, I loaded Dalton, and I started from the beginning.
I finished all of it in about four days and I keep reading your side stories and drabble and all of the other things. Dalton gave me muse to write my own Glee fanfiction, which I’d already been planning. (That has it’s own Tumblr but isn’t actually written yet, there’s just lots of drabbles.)
I introduced Dalton a few weeks ago to my best friend, who has been struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts and other mental and physical health problems for a long time. She once told me that I am the only thing that keeps her from killing herself when she’s that far gone. To know that, to know that I am her strength and her hope, has made me determined to help her find that better place.
She’s told me she’s happier now, and I’m so glad, but I know this is a battle she and I will never stop fighting. My friend is a lesbian, and doesn’t hide it, nor should she have to. In my Civics class, we wrote letters to our Senators, and I asked mine to stop the bills against gay rights that are currently in our Congress.
I’m telling you this because I read about Danny, and I’ve watched Kurt on Glee, and I know your history about Blaine as well as the show’s. I wanted my friend to read Dalton because I know that she can relate, in some way, to any one of the characters. She loves anime and art. She’s really gifted in art, actually. She’s so smart and so beautiful and I hate to see her at her worst. So I thought maybe your characters would give her hope, or courage, or strength, the same way that I do. I don’t know if she’s had time to read it yet-but she knows it’s out there, and that’s a start.
Thank you. Thank you for writing something that I wish was real. Thank you for inspiring the characters that run around in my head. You are an amazing person and I, for one, would love to get to know you better. Thank you for writing something that gives people hope. Something that could give my beautiful best friend hope. When I read that Danny has “Courage” on his arm, it reminded me of To Write Love On Her Arms, and how I always do that for her.
Just…Thank you. For all of it.
P.S. I have a friend in real life named Nadia Cohen, and she’s a very gifted belly dancer. =)
Happy One Year :) Happy Birthday, Bon Anniversaire, ‘Ave a good one,
While is hasn’t been a year since I read you, it has been a year since you existed. A year since we were introduced to the boys, since we were introduced to the songs, to the houses and to the magical place we call Warblerland.
I first heard of Dalton from my cousin in the summer holidays (Australian), and I was hesitant. I had stopped reading (and writing) fan fiction a while ago, and wasn’t sure about it. But she raved and raved, and I eventually took my laptop, stuck myself in my bedroom, and read for hours. Reading Dalton was the first time I stayed up till after midnight by myself with no other event, and now it is a regular occurrence. I finished the story in 3 days and became a Daltonite.
I quickly went and searched up cpcoulter on the internet, and what did I find but a tumblr page. It is thanks to Dalton that I was also introduced to the wonderful world of Tumblr. Dalton has inspired me to not care if I was weird or different, it has got me thinking 24/7 about a certain Diva and Squid, it has me laughing to myself when no one else would understand, it has me mistake the word Rainbows for Ranebows, it has me crying at every single song I listen to, and it has me hooked and proud to be part of this community.
It has inspired me to write more, sing more, dance more, and generally freak out more. There is so much more I want to say, but I wouldn’t be able to fit it in, I wouldn’t have words. All I can say it, Thank you and Happy Birthday Dalton, you truly have changed my life :) <3 B
Thank you for writing Dalton, and for changing my world a year ago when you posted that Pilot episode to FF.net. You’ve changed my life, for the better, and you’ve done the same for many others with your story.
Thank you for helping me find my love for writing.
Thank you for being the reason I have met so many wonderful people on Tumblr.
Thank you for giving me a reason to smile every day.
Thank you for giving me a distraction when things in my life weren’t okay.
Just…thank you for everything, and thank you for being you, and thank you for coming up with the magnificent story that is Dalton.
I love you, and congratulations! <3
~ Raven xxx
Dalton has literally turned my life around. I found it when I had just finished year 12, I had very few friends and rarely left my house. It was the most amazing thing I had ever read and I have been madly in love with it since the moment I laid eyes on it.
It gave me something to love, it gave me something to look forward to and most importantly it gave me hope. Hope that even though I may be awkward I can still find love like Reed. It gave me hope when I started university I could find friends like Kurt (and I did).
I would just like to thank you Mama CP for giving me hope and letting all of us enjoy the wonderful world you have created.
Lots of love and hugs
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough.
Because, Mama, if you hadn’t existed. If Reed hadn’t existed. I wouldn’t be sitting here, on Tumblr, with all of these amazing people.
I wouldn’t have met Finn, who is a better best friend than some of my own friends, and we wouldn’t be able to help each other through our lives even though we live, like, a 1000 miles apart.
I wouldn’t have met Helen, who will listen to me, anon or not, if I ever need her.
I wouldn’t have met Colin, and I wouldn’t be able to talk to him through his ask box when I need him, or when he needs me, or just randomly.
I wouldn’t have met Sam, who listens, or I listen to, if she needs me.
I wouldn’t have heard Jessica’s story. I wouldn’t have been heartbroken over Jogan. I wouldn’t have been able to cry because our babies are in the burning Art Hall, even though I don’t want to think about that now. I wouldn’t have laughed at Chy’s “freak-out-and-prompt-Jogan-smut-that-no-one-can-fill-cause-we-aren’t-worthy” times and stuff, I wouldn’t have sat through the riots, and the spams.
The truth is, I found myself here. And I wouldn’t trade it. Not for anything.
Thank you. For everything.
Happy Birthday Boys. Dalton basically gave me hope. Showed me that even though I'm different I have a purpose. Thank you Mama CP. For Everything.
Thank you for showing us your Warblerland world!
Thank you for all the kind words to the ones who needed.
Thank you for everything.
Today your ”little” fic has 1 year old, and I think you diserve all the love and attention you have.
I really didn’t know what I was going to write for the Dalton ‘birthday’, because I love it so much, and I just didn’t have the words to say how much it means to me, so I’ll just thank for your awesomeness.
If it weren’t for you, CP, I wouldn’t have started my fic. You inspired me, thank you.
Much love for you! <3 And congratulations!!! :)
Happy birthday, Dalton. I think it’s difficult to put my finger on what is quite so magical about this ‘little’ fanfiction, but there is something that changed me. Something that made everything so much easier to deal with, and much easier to get through school, and generally life.
Because there are people who made me feel welcome. Dalton formed connections, links with others. Dalton linked me to Charlie, and Alice, and Jess, and Abigail, and Julz, and Lyssy, and Elara, and Sarah, and Sian, and George, and so many others who I love a lot. Dalton helped me expand with my writing.
Dalton is there when things are okay, when they’re not so okay, when I’m in the middle.
Dalton is, for me, like Harry Potter. Dalton is a place that enables me to remove myself from whatever’s going on around me, and place myself in a world where everything is going to be okay. In a world where things are going to be alright in the end. Dalton gives me hope.
So, Mama CP. You’ve changed so many people, and I know you’re gonna get hundreds of letters telling you that you’ve changed lives. So I just want to say thank you, for changing mine.
Everywhere in the world, Coult members are raising their wands coffee cups/NERF guns/Hanover-esque glasses to the sky and toasting a Happy birthday to Dalton - The Fic We Love.
I didn’t find Dalton until this year and I’m not really sure what I’d do if I never found it. I have some ideas of where I would be now but I try my hardest not to dwell on them. Dalton saved me from a lot of things, but more than anything it saved me from myself. It’s hard explaining to people how a fanfiction changed your life but it did. Shane and Blaine’s story about their father gave me the courage to tell my parents I was bi. After years of hiding it because I was too scared it felt so good to finally be able to tell them that, even though their reaction was not what I had hoped.
I related to almost every character in some way but more than any other, Dwight Houston fixed everything. That is a whole other very long story but the basic idea of it is that for the first time in a long time there was someone like me. His story with Alan hit something far too close to home for me and I have never connected and empathized with a character in my entire life more than I did in that moment.
Then I found Tumblr and Mama CP. She changed it all, and so did the people on Tumblr. Everyone here is kind, strong and wonderful and we all look out for one another no matter what. If I hadn’t found Dalton, or CP or Tumblr I can say with almost all certainty that I probably wouldn’t be who I am now or be here at all. I’ve had a lot of hard and dark times, I’ve done things I’m not proud of and I never thought I would be able to feel okay after some things that had happened in the past.
This “little fic” changed me. It saved me. But it is more than that, it is Mama CP never failing to interact with us, giving us insight and advice and always being there for us even when we’re being stupidly crazy (Gondola, I’m looking at you there) that brings Dalton even more to life.
Thank you doesn’t really cover everything I want to say, but I’m not sure there is a word that can.
Dalton touched so many people. Happy one year anniversary.
Thank Mama Cp for writing this fanfiction. I have to say it has saved my life multiple times and yes I understand that sounds cheesy, but it has. Dalton has changed my life for the better, I have made friends and have become a more happy person.
THINGS THAT HAVE CHANGED MY LIFE.
WELL THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG LIST BUT I DON’T CARE. IM LISTING.
Tweedles- Where do I even start? I have fallen in love with the Tweedles. ^.^ Weird huh? I admire how they always make the people they love happy. And I always have wished that someone would go out of their way to make me happy. Since I have ‘met’ Evan and Ethan Brightman, I have been making it my goal to make people smile no matter what. They have shaped me into what I am today(AGAIN CHEESY I KNOW) When people ask why, I just say it’s a favor. Because they are the reason, the Tweedles have shown me how much important happiness is and how beautiful it is. They have definitively had a big impact on my life and I will forever remember then for it. And you know the fact that I love them, BUT PSH I NEVER SAID THAT PART.
Logan- From the beginning, to tell you the truth I never hated Logan. I have a friend like him, who is misunderstood. He is basically an ass. I mean come on, we all know it Logan is one too. But if you look closely you would see how beautiful they are. When he is actually nice to someone, you know it’s real. And when he loves someone, that person has to be VERY important and special. He protects his friends, because he appreciates that they are still there even though he is a mess up. My friend is exactly like Logan, personality wise and I love him for it.
Julian- HE IS DELICIOUS. ACTUALLY I NEVER SAID THAT BECAUSE LOGAN JUST YELLED AT ME INSIDE MY HEAD XD. Julian has taught me what REAL love is and what real friendship is. He leaves to take a break from Logan because it causes him heartbreak to see him with someone else, be he still manages to come back. Always. And his strength to do that, I believe that everyone wishes they had that strength. He ignores what he wants just to make the person he loves happy. Julian is a very good role model, but sometimes he needs to step back and make sure he is happy too. Julian *LE SIGH* I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HIM BUT LET’S NOT BECAUSE he is glaring at me in my mind……. o.o jules stop it. it’s getting freaky now…
DEREK- CAPTAIN OF THE JOGAN GONDOLA. ONE OF THE BESTEST FRIENDS YOU CAN HAVE. FREAKISHLY ATTRACTIVE. AM I RIGHT!!
Jogan- Where I officially learned how to fangirl. Jogan has opened me up to smut. Jogan has actually made me a more social person, a tiny bit more haha. Jogan has made me a better writer and has connected me with so many people who understand my emotions and feelings towards things. Jogan has opened me up to a world or people who will always be there for me and give me advice when I am in dark moments in my life. Jogan has done a lot for me. And you know, caused me pain and tears, but you know: THE MAKE-UP SEX IS ALWAYS WORTH IT.
Dwight- His job that he has put on himself to protect his friends no matter what. His love for his friends to keep them safe. And how he doesn’t care about what happens to him as long as they are safe. ;-; yea these are full sentences but still. Dwight has changed my life too.
Reed- such a small person. He reminds of me of one of my best friends. So small and AHH so adorable. But at the same time, you are always worrying about the person. Reed is like everyone’s little brother and because of his clumsy-ness they are constantly worrying about him. And just… Reed has opened me up to how dangerous the world is xD and so he has changed my life too.
And So Much More. Dalton will forever be a big part in my life and I will remember it forever.
Dalton has changed my life for the better. It has brought me closer to my friends and helped me make new ones. It's the reason I'm even here on tumblr. It has inspired me to write and dream again. Even on my worst days, the boys always have a way of making me smile.
Mama CP, I can not even begin to express my thanks to you. Because of you, I am part of an amazing and supportive family. Not just a fandom, but a family. I love and appreciate you and every thing that this fic has become. This will always have a place in my heart. Happy Birthday Dalton!
Dear Mama CP,
First of all I would just like to say that I know you probably wont see this, but it had to be said. I love you! I love your fic! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DALTON!!
This fanfic has inspired me so much. <3 I love your boys, I love Reed, I LOVE THEM ALL. I can’t believe I started reading this a half of a year ago, because it feels like the time has flown by. This fiction helps people, CP. All of the different characters- they inspire people because people can relate. Please hug all of the boys for me and tell them that I hope they are all okay, even though last I saw them they were in a burning building! D:
You have such a great talent for writing and your own little world that you have created has not only taken over my mind, but the minds of tons of lonely people out there who needed inspiration. So thank you, Mama CP.
Thank you so much.
I never realised, but I started reading Dalton very close to the beginning. I was a very different person back then, and I’m not going to try and defy the Dalton fangirl stereotype by saying that Dalton didn’t change me, because it did.
First, Dalton was a story that I used to escape to. I fell in love with the characters, with the adorable Reed, who was basically me in a short strawberry blonde Warbler body, with the struggling Logan, who I will admit, I enjoyed getting mad at even though I loved him. I found my own Tweedle in real life and I even let Dwight’s love of Supernatural convince me to watch the first three episodes, only to be kept awake with nightmares for the remainder of the week.
But as time went on, I began to merge into the family that grew up around Dalton. I marveled at the fanart and attempted my own fics in a poor imitation of others. Then Kathy wrote some lyrics, and I wrote some music. Seven songs later, here we are.
I have made best friends through our songs, and I have written more songs than I ever had in my life. Writing songs is part of my life again, and I realised how important it is to me.
Without Dalton, I would not have some of the friends I have today. Without Dalton, I would not be part of a beautiful family who love each other and want only the best for one another. They help each other when help is needed and they flail with each other when certain Ranebows shoot across the sky, or giant squids finally swim in the right direction. But without Dalton, I wouldn’t have music. At least, not to the same extent.
Mama, thank you. For everything. The world is a brighter place because you are here.
Okay, so Dalton. This amazing, amazing story. I discovered this story a week ago, and I have already fallen in love with it. CP Coulter is a wonderful author, and she has created so many characters that are so easy to care about and become invested in. I finished the story in about 2 days, and am now slowly going back and re-reading it. Honestly, it’s just… really, really good. Like you start out with familiar Glee territory, and then you just get drawn deeper and deeper into Warblerland until you almost start loving the original characters better than the Glee characters. (But you love them all because they’re all awesome.)
And then there’s the fandom. I’ve read other people’s accounts of how they’ve found such good friends in the Dalton fandom, and I’ve followed a lot of people who write a lot of fic, and honestly? This seems like such a warm and open fandom. I would really love to get to know people in this fandom who care about the characters as much as I do, who laugh at them and cry with them and FREAK OUT WHEN THEY ARE GETTING THREATENED BY A PSYCHOPATHIC STALKER.
So yeah, I guess this is part Dalton appreciation post and part introducing myself to the fandom. HI I’M IRIS AND I SHIP JOGAN AND RANE AND KLAINE AND I ADORE DWIGHT HOUSTON AND JULIAN LARSON. I AM FRIENDLY AND WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW YOU.
And lastly, I just want to thank Mama CP for writing this amazing story that has lead to such an amazing fandom. I really admire you for being able to write something like this, especially as a writer who often has trouble getting herself to sit down and write. So, yeah, thank you and YOU ARE AMAZING.
About a year ago, my good friend Julia told me about this amazing fan fiction series called Dalton. At first, I wasn’t really into reading it. After constantly asking me to read Dalton, I finally did.
Dalton blew my mind.
It was wonderful! I had no idea what I was missing out on! Every day, I would read chapter after chapter, never stopping. I was hooked! Soon after finishing chapter 26, I started drawing the characters. I was inspired by Dalton in so many ways!
Dalton is the best story I have ever read. Go Dalton!
-Emily W. (ShadowCat)
The Dalton fanfiction has allowed me to find people in my life that are worthwhile and are not gonna turn their backs on me when I feel lost and confused. I found my best friend who I can talk about anything with because of this fanfiction.
Not all of these people are Dalton fans, but the reason I even have a tumblr is because of Dalton. I would have never gotten one if I didn’t want to stalk Mama CP more and soon I was surrounded by wonderful people, metaphorically of course.
And of course the boys taught me so many different things. They taught me to be loyal to my friends, to believe in myself, and that every talking flower is beautiful.
Julian taught me a really, really important lesson. Don’t be selfish when it comes to the people you love. No matter how much it pains you, try to make them happy. Even if that requires helping the person that you love get another person. You just need to make them happy.
Windsor taught me not to care what other people think and to fight for the right cause and for the people you love.
I might not be making any sense right now but I’m really tired and sick and kind of dizzy so I’m just trying to make this post before I go to bed.
These boys honestly changed my life and Mama CP saved it.
Thank you Mama CP
To be truthful, I honestly do not remember how or when I started reading Dalton. All I know it was earlier this year and I heard of it from Tumblr. But boy, was I blown away.
It is nothing like I have ever read before. Or maybe it is, on par with stories like the Harry Potter. Want to know why? The characters. Those lovable, crazy, unique, special, brave, talented boys we have grown to know and love. You know what our beloved Jo Rowling did? She took three nerdy stereotypes and made them heroes.
A smart, nerdy girl with stick out teeth and bushy brown hair, a boy with round glasses and a tall, gangly ginger (as Jo described them in the first book). She made them heroes. Mama CP has done the same thing in the way she has created these characters, she has taught all of us that’s it’s okay to be exactly who you are. And I’m not just talking about being gay, I’m talking about everything.
For me, it was Han. My parents and society brought me up to believe that I should be outdoorsy, ‘get out and enjoy life’ and not to be a shut-in. So the exact opposite of Han. And of course I believed this, as apart of my enculturation process it wasn’t something I could really avoid. To me, people who spent all their time on their computer where wasting their lives.
And then Han came along, and he said something that changed my perspective. I don’t remember the exact quote, but it was something along the lines of saying that the internet was his playground. And it completely opened my eyes. It doesn’t matter how Han spends his life, he can do what he wants. And if that’s what makes him happy, then party on, my friend.
If I told Mama CP that I regarded Dalton as the same level of Harry Potter, she would splutter and turn red and say “no, no way” in the sweet, endearing way of hers. And although she would believe that, I know, and we all know it’s true. What she’s given me, given all of us, I’ve only ever felt twice before. One, when I was five years old and watching Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone for the first time, and the second when I clicked play on a youtube video called “A Very Potter Musical: Act 1 part 1”.
She has taught us the joys of friendship and of love. Now I know that Dalton has given a lot of the lonely fandom friends and joy, but truth be told I am not really an active participant of the Dalton fandom (occasionally I am, I ship Jogan like fucking crazy) I would like to be, though (I check Mama CP’s blog daily for updates and new posts just like everyone else)
Dalton has just given me a reason to smile. It’s something that can always make me happy.
So thank you Mama CP, and Dalton, for giving me all that you have
First of all: Thank you so much.
I know you must be getting tons of these, but, it’s true. Your little piece of fanfiction, has changed me. For the better. Really. I used to believe that I wasn’t going to be anything. That I would fade away, into the background, and that I was destined to be trampled and pushed over. I took to the internet for my haven.
And I found Dalton. When I began reading, I clearly remember the first thing I thought: Is this person a published writer or something? Are they a poet? Who is this amazing author? I kept reading, eagerly awaiting every update, and with every word, every sentence, (and this is going to sound kind of weird and cliche) but I felt something open inside me. It was like there was a bar in my soul, I guess, that prevented something my self-esteem from being boosted.
But as I watched the characters come to life, they leaped out of my screen and began speaking to me. Weird, right? But they spoke words of comfort and wisdom to me. The Windsor troupe entertained me when I felt like crying (I would always go back to anything that has to do with the Tweedles and my parents would give me weird looks, because I laughed so hard!) , and the entire Dalton entourage told me to keep calm and carry on.
Dalton was a ray of sunshine, when I was in a dark place. Dalton was almost a imaginary home, that I could dream about and laugh and cry and just pretend to be a part of.
It’s just a fanfiction, but it’s a fanficition that probably saved my life.
I wish I could say more, that I had a way with words like you do, so I could convey just how huge my gratitude is.
But I don’t so all I can say is, again, thank you for everything.
With all the love and best wishes,
The fan fiction “Dalton” by Monique Dimanlig has had a tremendous influence on me. Fan fiction, in case it isn’t known, is a story written by fans of an established work, in which the author takes the characters of, for example, Harry Potter, and writes their own original stories featuring those characters.
In this case, “Dalton” is a Glee fan fiction, but it is so much more than that. The story is its own world, full of the known characters as well as a slew of original ones, all of whom have their own personalities and back stories. These characters have become just as beloved by and important to the readers of the story as the established characters are.
This work has done some huge things for me, and one of them is inspiring me to start writing again. When I was younger, I would write all the time, jotting down quick ideas or sentences on napkins and scraps of paper, and spending most of my time writing stories in a binder I took everywhere.
As I got older, I stopped writing, getting too caught up in school and volunteering and acting and the general business of growing up. I forgot my love of writing (though never my love of words and books). When I read “Dalton,” I suddenly found myself itching to write some fan fiction of my own, based off of it.
I’ve been on fire ever since, furiously writing short stories and ideas on any piece of paper I can get my hands on. My head is constantly swimming with ideas for not just fan fiction, now, but original stories too, just stories in general. For this I will be eternally grateful, because writing is the other great love of my life, right under acting.
In addition to giving me hours of entertainment, the passion for writing, and a new world to escape into, “Dalton” has given me a family. The “Dalton” fandom, or collective group of people who read and enjoy the work, has been lovely to be a part of. They’re creative, funny, passionate, and entertaining. They’re accepting, not only of others’ opinions of the story, but of everyone else in the fandom.
Granted, most of us only know each other from the Internet, via sites like Fanfiction.net or Tumblr.com, but I’ve formed some truly important friendships through the fandom. I’ve met people who’ve opened my mind to new ideas, and who’ve shared stories about their struggles with things like eating disorders, depression, family issues, anything you can think of. They’ve exposed me to things I might not have thought about, or let me know I wasn’t alone, depending on the issue.
“Dalton” has given me a support system. The friendships I’ve formed are with people who are honestly, genuinely concerned with what happens in my life and how I’m feeling. I was once up until 2 in the morning talking to one fellow “Dalton” fan about the horrible depression and self-loathing I was feeling, and she, a person who has never met me in real life, who could just ignore me and let me suffer alone, sat up with me, talking about how I was feeling and reminding me that I was important, and that I was loved.
She could have left me at anytime, she had absolutely no reason to stay up and say what she did, but she did it anyways, and she’s one of the kindest and dearest friends I’ve ever had. I am so thankful “Dalton” helped me find her. To me, stories like this, of near-strangers supporting each other, of groups of people gathering in the only place they all can, the Internet, and being there for each other, is such a beautiful thing to witness and be a part of.
Dalton has gone above and beyond being just work of fan fiction. It’s an escape, a world of its own, an inspiration, a beautiful work of art that leaves the reader laughing and crying and most importantly, feeling, which is the entire purpose of any art form. “Dalton” is the gateway to a family, a support system, and some of the greatest and truest friends I’ve ever (or never) met. It’s been an enormous, wonderful influence on me.
I don’t think I will ever be able to express to you how much your story and your words and your characters and everything you are changed my life. When I started reading Dalton, it was during a very difficult time in my life. I had just changed my college major to something I truly care about (much to my parents’ disapproval), I was overworked to the point of exhaustion by my theatre troupe, and at the very end of the fall semester, I was almost sexually assaulted.
I was scared. I felt alone. I wanted to drop everything and cry.
On December 22nd, I read through your entire story, and just like in the song that won Kurt’s heart that day in the senior commons, I never looked back.
Your story consumed me, the way your boys leapt of the screen and into my heart. Dwight and Shane made me laugh when I wanted to cry. Wes and David were like my own pillars of support the way they were for Blaine. Reed reminded me that the most important thing was to do what made me happy and not to worry about what anyone else wanted for me.
Then I found out about you, the amazing woman behind the words, who had the most beautiful, humble, gentle soul, and truly cared about all the people whose lives she touched. You amazed me. You inspired me to write again. You inspired me to remember that even when I was struggling, things would always get better.
As Dalton went on, I grew to love the boys even more. I instantly fell in love with Julian Larson and his haughtiness, and I felt a pang of dread in my heart when I learned of his unrequited love. Dwight moved me with his loyalty to his little brother and to his friends. The Stuart Trio showed me the bounds of friendship and love. Every single one of your characters has given me so much, and you have given me everything by letting me, and all of us, into Warblerland.
One of the most wonderful things about Dalton has been the true friends I’ve made because of your story. I have met people from all over the world, people who were also struggling and finding a home in your story, people who I began to love like family. The loving, accepting community you have fostered through your story is like nothing else I have ever experienced. When I have a bad day, the people here have lifted me up and been endlessly supportive. Your kindness to your readers is contagious and makes your fandom a family.
I feel incredibly lucky to have a magnificent story and it’s wonderful, talented, beautiful inside-and-out author be a part of my life.
Thank you for giving me hope. Thank you for renewing my ambition. Thank you for giving me a family.
Thank you for everything.
Happy Birthday to you and the boys.
I remember reading Harry Potter for the first time, knowing that for me, and all the other little girls and boys who believed it wasn’t a story. It was real. Magic existed, Hogwarts, The Triwizard Tournament, Azkaban, it was all real and I was special because I knew and I believed. Anyone else who really truly believed, who felt the same was an instant friend and nothing beat the joy of staying up late for the next book, or the next movie, pottermore. Harry Potter isn’t just a story for me, it’s a major part of my life. That feeling is one of the best things I ever felt and one that I never thought I would feel about another story.
I never imagined I could grow to love characters as much as I did with Harry and his friends. I never thought I would get that into a story that it started to shape the way I did things again. I never thought I’d want something as badly as a Hogwarts Acceptence Letter.
And then I read Dalton.
I don’t want to sit here and say that it changed my life, or brag about how it gave me friends and a family or say something that I don’t mean. But the thing is, I honest to god mean everything that I just said. Dalton is what pushed me to escape the situation I was in. Dalton is what made me smile again. Dalton has this ability to make me smile no matter what happened for the rest of my day.
Happy Birthday Dalton~
You’ve changed so many lives and touched so many people~
Dear Mama CP,Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh. I don’t know where to start. Dalton has changed me in so many freaking ways that I don’t even recognize myself sometimes. There’s no way I can put all those changes into one coherent post, but I’ll try.
Dalton has given me a community. Before Dalton, I didn’t have a tumblr. I didn’t have a place to express myself or really…be myself before. There were always parts of me holding back all that “passion” that makes me so crazy. The only place I could possibly put all that passion into was my stories and those stayed locked away. I mean, c’mon. Me, write fanfiction? Me, publish fanfiction? Hahaha—yeah right. I never thought about doing that in a million years. But then I did do it and people liked it and I was given this family that I didn’t even ask for, that I didn’t know that I needed until it was right here in front of me.
And sure we all make jokes about how I’m crazy, but I really…don’t feel that way here. Outside in the quote on quote real world, I do. I feel freakish and annoying and childish. I feel like I shouldn’t be investing myself so much in all these things I do and all the things I love. But then I come here and all those doubts and insecurities about myself melt away. I’m free to be crazy— proud to be crazy— and you all embrace me for who I am like no one has before.
Dalton has given me the courage to open up to people and let people in. I’ve made real friends— I even met Adrienne in real life! She was so sweet and wonderful and— lkfdjad;lfkajdf. I would never have any of those relationships if it weren’t for Dalton. I’d never have Jay or Adrienne or Teresa or Gina or Jessica or Ray or any of my other friends whom I adore so, so, so much.
And Dalton gave me courage to open up other parts of me too. For practically the first time in my life, I’m sharing the bare bones of who I am— my writing. I had never posted fanfiction or really…anything I had ever wrote. I used to do a little here and there, but internet bullying and an instance with someone stealing my work scared me away, back into my little hole. But then I dared to write something and I even published it because Dalton moved me that much, and now I’m writing all the time. Why? Because I’m finally encouraged to. I feel like my own voice is growing stronger and my writing is coming into its own. Sure, I have a long way to go, but at least I’m pursuing it. I’m not hiding anymore.
I have you to thank for that, Mama CP. You and your fic and your crazy boys and the family that comes with it. You know, you keep saying that the one who is going to die was very brave until the end. And as I reread Hell Night and prep for it, I think back and realize that that is what Dalton is about, both in the actual story and within the community.
Think about it. All the boys are brave in their own way. We joke about Blaine and his ‘courage’ but he really did have to have so much courage to face his father— we saw that recently in Hell Night too. And Kurt, to leave his school and start all over and, hey, he had to be brave when he talked to Karofsky. And Reed had to have the courage to open himself up to take that jump and fall in love. Logan has to have courage every day when he faces down the demon that is his temper. And Julian, so selfless and loving, puts on a brave face to do what’s best for Logan, even when it hurts himself. And of course there’s Dwight, our fearless little knight.
I could go on and on.
Dalton teaches this courage. It teaches it to all those people who are finally reaching out to Mama CP or me or Jay or anyone else about their own fears, about their thoughts It’s giving them the courage to ask for help and a place to go to. It encourages people like me, to put some trust in the world and open up again.
Don’t you see, guys? We are all Brave Ones.
So thanks, Mama CP, for giving us something so magical and expecting nothing back in return.
Before Dalton I had a huge problem: I had Obsessive–compulsive personality disorder (OCPD) nobody, nobody knows this, until now. But that doesn’t matter, what matters is that one day I found Dalton and suddenly I found more people who had problems, this made me accept myself, what a huge step was.
And one day mama CP posted a text about ‘making today count’ that was for me the moment to work on my OCPD. And since then I haven’t done any of my rituals (what I did because of OCPD). I know this might sound strange etc. but mama CP made me better. And I want to thank her for that.
First of all, I’d like to congratulate you and your ‘little story’ (see also: Epic soap opera in the form of several novels) for hitting the one year mark today :) We’re in the (at least relatively) same timezone, so it’s already the 29th here while I’m writing this.
Dalton. Where do I start? Honestly, I think if I were to go into detail about all the aspects that I love about it, I’m probably going to spend the entire night writing this. And as much as I wouldn’t mind that, I doubt my piano instructor would be pleased if I were to fall asleep over the piano tomorrow. So I’ll just keep to the point, and hopefully (if you do somehow stumble upon this little thing among the other wishes) you won’t get bored of my occasional sidetracking :)
I stumbled upon Dalton a little later than the others, somewhere around January of this year. First of all, I want you to know that this year… has been… tough for me. Emotionally, mentally and physically. I was manoeuvring through difficult patches, and Dalton, in more ways that one, saved me.
You thought me that it’s okay to be a little eccentric, that friendship and loyalty and love should come hand in hand with acceptance for who you are in retrospect to whatyou are. Dalton was also what initially lead me to tumblr, and tumblr, by all means, is my saving grace. I’d slipped so many times, and more often than not I’d always wonder if I was just born to screw up everything I do, that I’m never going to be good enough to be loved, but then I’ll come on tumblr and I realize that everyone was born with purpose… I’m just still looking for mine :)
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore Mama, it’s just so late right now, my brain really isn’t fully functioning to write you a thank you letter. I was going to do that you know, mail you. But then I remembered; right, no money, student, still live with my parents. ALRIGHT THEN.
Also. Julian Larson-Armstrong.
Mama, I’m being perfectly honest with you when I say that I have never related to a character than I have with Julian. I honestly start crying whenever you talk about him, because all I see is myself between the lines (minus the whole angsty unrequited three years worth of angsty angst of angsty-ness). I know what it’s like to wear that mask, to make it look like you’re invincible when the truth is you’re breaking apart underneath all that. To act indifferent when all you want to do is scream because, for once, you wish you got what you wanted.
Do you believe me if I say that I started sobbing when you replied to me once? I asked how does Julian cope, you answered with an essay. You said that he’ll crack once in a while in his room, then when he comes out he’ll know that nothing can touch him, because he had his moment of weakness—and that just struck me so hard I nearly doubled over. That is exactly what I do. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about that night, for myself or for Julian.
Safe to say, I’m a Larson-stan for life :)
I found a kindred spirit through Dalton too. We’ve been skirting around each other for four years (she’s a year older than me) and we’ve only started being actual friends this year, because of Dalton. Because I posted the link on Facebook once and she just happened to be scrolling down her dash at that exact moment. That lead to another thing, and pretty soon we’re infamous in school, and I don’t even know why to be honest. Must be the insistent and never ending fangirl-ing sessions we have (I once accidentally slapped a girl in the face while flailing, I really really didn’t mean too though. I was just as surprised as she was when I felt my hand connecting with her face, wrong place at the wrong time). I couldn’t imagine my year without her Mama, so I thank you for that too.
I don’t know if you’re going to read this Mama, I hope you do, but even if you don’t, it’s alright. I’m happy to get out what I wanted to say (trust me this isn’t even half of it).
I feel that I owe you so much. And honestly, I’m never going to be able to repay you for all that you’ve done for me, for the fandom, for so many others who have come to see Dalton Academy and its occupants as a safe haven from the outside world, even if it’s only temporary.
In the years after Dalton is completed, maybe even after Glee has ended, I might be browsing the internet or taking a stroll and see something Dalton related; a gondola maybe? I might one day hear Broken Strings or Chasing Pavements come on the radio and I’ll come back to where it all began. I’ll ride that familiar wave of emotions, rocking back and forth on the Gondola’s stormy waters and clinging on to hope.
I’ll laugh and sing along and cry with them, I’ll bite my tongue even though I know what’s coming and I know I’ll break down once I relive the death again. Then I’ll realize that growing up, moving on and letting go are all on completely different sides of the spectrum, and they’re not co-dependent.
I’ll remember tumblr, the Gondola riots that had me awake til 4AM, the friends I’ve made and the people who’ve helped me through so much more than most people in real life.
So thank you Mama CP. Thank you for your kind words, thank you for being living proof that someone who is broken can be put back together with words, that words can both hold you together and break you apart.