Saturday, April 19, 2014

(Source: aerobicblaine)

lemonteaflower:

genocidershodan:

lemonteaflower:

anxiety.

Or, you know, you could just stop saying sorry.

"i have a problem i can’t control" 

"stop having that problem omg" 

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problematiquefav:

White girl: What are you?
Me: White & Latino
White girl: Lol you don’t look Latin. Anyway, I’m an 1/8th Cherokee, part dutch, irish, my ancestors helped settle Haiti so im technically Haitian, 1/12 crunchwrap supreme

(Source: truegayiconkellyrowland)

my-chris-colfer-feelings:

This was the cutest dance I’ve ever seen!

my-chris-colfer-feelings:

This was the cutest dance I’ve ever seen!

cliff-whored:

nice legs daisy dukes makes a man go im sorry but youre going to have to go home and change thats inappropriate for school and the boys are distracted

(Source: mattsmithphotos)

schrodingersnerd:

everythingisnightvale:

discontentramblings:

An asexual and pansexual become room-mates and have wacky adventures

The show is called ‘All or Nothing’

Plot twist: the asexual is really super outgoing and is a huge flirt while the pansexual is extremely socially awkward and has trouble ordering coffee let alone getting a date.

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my hand slipped

genuinewarmdecentfeeling asked: Kurt's been keeping track of how many times he and Blaine have sex because he wants to do something special for their 100th but then when Blaine moves to NY he loses count

musingsonaredradish:

There was a little notebook that Kurt kept in his bedside drawer. Blaine had seen it a thousand times—well, not a thousand times, they weren’t that active yet, but he still saw it a lot, every time he reached in the draw for condoms or lube. There wasn’t much in it that he could tell—he never really took the time to peruse it or anything while they were en route to intercourse because he had other things on his mind. 

Once Blaine moved in with Kurt, however, Blaine suddenly had plenty of time and access to the little notebook. He flipped it open one day, feeling very, very guilty but also very, very curious. All that existed on the pages were 50 little hashmarks. Blaine could make no sense of them.

As time went on, however, he noticed the hashmarks increasing, rather rapidly. Within the first two weeks of Blaine living in New York the number had already grown to 65. Blaine could not make sense of it.

It didn’t make sense, in fact, until the day he came home to find Kurt sitting with the notebook in his lap and a pencil in his hand, counting rapidly on his fingers. 

"What’s going on?" Blaine asked. Kurt exhaled. 

"How many times did we have sex last weekend?" Kurt asked. Blaine’s brow furrowed.

"Sex, or orgasms?" Blaine asked. "Like how do you separate the encounters?"

"I don’t know!" Kurt said, throwing the notebook across the room. "It’s all ruined."

Blaine walked over and picked up the notebook, looking at the ever-growing number of hashmarks. Suddenly, it all made sense. “Kurt, are you keeping track of how often we have sex?”

"I was trying to," Kurt said, flopping back on the bed. "But now that we live together we have sex too often! It all kind of runs together. It feels like we are always having sex and we never stop."

Blaine walked over to the bed, dropping a knee onto the mattress. “Is that a bad thing?”

Kurt looked up at Blaine, his eyes wide and interested. “No. Not at all.”

"Why does it matter, anyway?" Blaine said, dropping the notebook onto the nightstand. 

"Because I was planning something special for our 100th," Kurt said, rolling his eyes closed. Blaine grinned.

"Was it kinky?" Blaine asked, leaning in over Kurt, who swatted at his arm.

"It doesn’t matter, you’ll never know," Kurt said, blinking his eyes open. Blaine grinned.

"That’s okay," Blaine replied. "Every time with you is special."

Kurt laughed, but his whole face softened. “Show me.”

And Blaine did.