#dontmockmyawkwardness

[emkayoh]

we are #blessed by evermore! initial fav songs?

Literally!! I’ve been listening to it all day! I feel like it always takes a long time for me to make a definitive decision on a favorite song (I only just decided my favorite from folklore is august) but my initial favorites are: willow, gold rush, long story short......... I think lol.

[logangarfield]

What are some of the endgame tags you have blocked? With the leak, I also want to block tags, but idk which less common ones to block. I'm already blocking endgame, endgame spoilers, avengers 4, avengers 4 spoilers, and a4 spoilers -- what other ones do you recommend blocking?

These are all the tags I’m blocking because I’ve seen every single one of these variations:

I also recommend shutting your anon off until you see the movie. With IW, there were people going on anon and spoiling the entire movie to everyone

[yadivagirl]

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (Non-negotiable, positivity is cool!)

I’m an only child.(Obviously I had nothing to do with that, but I love it!)

I’m incredibly well-organized and detail oriented.

I’m hilarious at parties (Seriously. I really am. I tell awesome stories.)

I’m very, very self-sufficient. (Probably a by-product of being an only child.)

My husband and I are great parents. (My daughters are really awesome. I’m gonna credit good parenting.)

[jedichick04]

So I've been out of the loop on Flash and Supergirls for a while (since last year's crossover) and was wondering how much I need to know about current events on those shows in order to watch this year's crossover?

Well, I haven’t been caught up on the Flash or Supergirl either, and I was pretty much able to follow along. There were a couple of characters on Supergirl I couldn’t identify, and Tom Cavanagh is playing yet another version of Harrison Wells on the Flash, but there wasn’t anything that left me feeling like I was missing out. 

Anyone else wanna chime in?

[daisyishedwig]

Klaine Advent Day 4: Drink

Warnings: Look at that, there are none for today. Just the fluffiest of fluff featuring Broadway Star!Kurt and Fanboy!Blaine

“I don’t think I can do this.”

“You’ve waited three years for this moment, don’t think I’m letting you run away from it.”

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Choke it down, Bro.”

“Coop--”

“Shh, he’s right there.”

Blaine choked on his own spit as he gasped. Kurt Hummel, the breakout star of the 2017 queer revival of Gershwin’s Crazy For You was suddenly only three fans away from him and Blaine couldn’t breathe enough to even cough.

Blaine had watched bootlegs upon bootlegs of his portrayal of Paul Baker, the small town boy trying anything to save his father’s playhouse in the middle of The Great Depression. Not to mention the amount of money he’d spent on rush and lottery tickets, the only tickets he could pretend to afford while he struggled to stay afloat with student loans through his junior year at NYADA.

Cooper had landed a major role in a new TV show a few months back and had used his first paycheck to buy Blaine front row tickets to the show for his 21st birthday. And now he was determined to force him to talk to his celebrity crush, a feat which none of Blaine’s friends had managed to do during previous stage doors where Blaine would panic and flee at first sight of Kurt and his perfectly coiffed hair.

Kurt was talking to the fan right next to him and Blaine could feel his eyes bugging out of his skull as his pulse pounded in his ears. When Kurt turned to look at him, he couldn’t move. Cooper, gently nudged his arm up so Kurt could sign the playbill clutched in his grip. Blaine’s eyes shot down to watch the felt tip slide gracefully across the paper. His first autograph from him. Blaine’s heart sung.

“Sorry about him,” Cooper apologized when Kurt moved onto his playbill, “he gets a bit panicky in front of those he really admires.” Kurt smiled softly back at Blaine and his face flamed red. “Since he can’t form words right now, I’ll ask for him. Today is his 21st birthday, and I was curious if you could recommend his first drink as a legal adult.” Blaine’s head shot to the side.

“Coop,” he sputtered, heart seizing with anxiety. Of all the things he could have said, praised his performance, told him how many times Blaine had seen the show in person, told him his hair looked wonderful. Anything, and he chose to ask about alcohol?

Kurt laughed, a short tinkling thing that sucked the fear from Blaine’s body and forced his gaze back to his. “If I had to recommend, I would say start simple with a whiskey sour just to calm your nerves before you build into the harder liquor.” Kurt winked and Blaine flushed, a shy smile spreading across his face. “My other recommendation, don’t pay for a single drink tonight. It’s your birthday, make your boyfriend pay for it all.”

Cooper smirked as Blaine let out a startled laugh. “He’s not… he’s my brother. And he’s straight.”

“And he’s desperately single,” Cooper added in.

“Well then…” Kurt said thoughtfully, before taking Blaine’s playbill again and scribbling some more onto it. He handed it back with a sly, but slightly nervous smile. “We’re dark tomorrow,” he said, as though Blaine didn’t know that, and moved onto the next fan in line.

He and Cooper exchanged confused looks and looked at his playbill. On it Kurt had written, “Happy Birthday. Coop and I can split the tab…” and the name of bar a few blocks away.

[daisyishedwig]

Klaine Advent Day 6: Fraction

Summary: Time traveler and soulmate AU. Living in a dystopic future, Blaine Anderson is saved from certain death by a time traveler who apparently already knows him. 

A/N: Based on this text I sent to @itallstartedwithharry yesterday “Time travelling soulmates who have the first word (phrase) they hear from each other tattooed on their arms (body). The problem is that when one of them meets the other for the first time, the other one has already known them for years.” AKA how can something as simple as a soulmate AU become the most complicated 1200 word drabble anyone has ever written. I had to do a plot outline to understand my own fucking timelines here people. Fingers crossed future prompts inspire more in this verse because I want to add more and I believe it will make more sense the more I add. Or the opposite might happen, who knows. Also let’s pretend I had a plan for what the fuck kind of world Blaine is living in at the start of this. Okay? Okay.

Warnings: minor depictions of war at the beginning, some angst at the end, and probably a very convoluted plot in between, yay!

“I’d duck if I were you.”

Blaine dropped to his knees before his brain even caught up with the words that had been spoken. In the fraction of a second it took for him to process that he had just heard the words the man who had spoken them was pulling the pin on a grenade in his hand and deftly tossing it over the rickety metal table they were sheltered behind.

“Where did you even--” The explosion shocked him into silence as he covered his head with his arms, feeling small pieces of shrapnel that made it over the table bite into his forearms.

“Not now, Honey. Run first, ask questions later.” Abruptly the man stood and grabbed Blaine’s hand, pressing a button of his wristband and suddenly they were… not in the battle ground that Dalton Academy had become. Instead they were standing in the same common room that Blaine had spent the last two years of his life hiding out in, but never had it looked as clean as it did now. In fact, it was practically pristine, well dusted with books of sheet music lining the walls that had long since been used for kindling.

“What just…” he started when the man pulled him into a crushing hug.

“What on Earth were you doing there, Blaine?” he scolded, “You more than anyone know why 2024 is a year to avoid, especially anywhere in the states at that time.”

“I-I…” Blaine squirmed his way out of the man’s arms. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Of course 2024 is a horrible year, things have been shit for a couple of years now, but it’s not like I can control the decade in which I am living!”

The man stumbled back, eyes going wide as he suddenly studied Blaine intently. “Oh… oh my god. You’re…” he broke off like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “My god you’re so young.”

Blaine’s brow furrowed, at twenty-five he knows he’s not exactly a child any more but he’s certainly not young enough to garner that reaction. He is well into legal adulthood no matter what country you’re from.  

“I’ve never seen you this young before. So… unknowledgeable. Ohmygod is this what it’s gonna be like for you in a few years? Wait… do I get to mentor you? Teach you everything that you taught me, so that you can then teach it to past me? An internal loop of paradoxes, this is crazy!”

“Can you please!” Blaine shouted to cut across his ramblings. “Can you please just tell me who you are, where I am, and what the hell you are talking about?”

The man grinned like the cat who got the cream. “My name is Kurt Hummel. And we are in Westerville, Ohio in 2010. And I think from that you can figure out the rest.”

----

Later that night, after Kurt had led Blaine away from Dalton to a motel nearby, he had sat and explained. He didn’t give him too much information, saying he didn’t want to influence his future decisions, but the gist of it was that five years ago in Kurt’s own personal time line, he had met Blaine. But that Blaine was this Blaine sometime down the rode on his own personal time line. Because they were both time travelers. Apparently. And that was about as far as Blaine had gotten into Kurt’s explanation before his head started to pound from trying to wrap his mind around it.

Kurt just smiled and told him to get some rest and that they would talk some more in the morning. But rest was the last thing Blaine was doing as his brain bounced back and forth between the idea that he was apparently going to become a time traveller, and staring at the words etched into his bicep. I’d duck if I were you.

Kurt hadn’t reacted to his response and Blaine didn’t know what that meant. It was probable that somewhere down the line someone else would say those words to him on their first meeting, but it didn’t seem all that likely. So for all intents and purposes, that would mean Kurt was his soulmate.

----

Blaine barely slept that night, so the second he heard Kurt get out of bed and head to the shower he was wide awake. He sat anxiously against his headboard, listening to the water gently pounding against the wall and waited for Kurt to return to him.

His question of course died in his throat the second Kurt stepped out of the bathroom, hair still dripping down onto the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Anxiety clawed at his lungs, telling him that if Kurt was his soulmate he would have already said something about it. Surely he would know, having known him for five years.

Finally Blaine managed to choke out a small, “Kurt?”

Kurt raised his head from where he was towelling off his hair at the foot of his bed. “Yes, Blaine?”

He was supposed to be polite. He was supposed to lead into the question. He was supposed to make it clear to Kurt that he didn’t have to tell him if he didn’t want to. What he said was, “What does your soul mark say?”

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, as though commenting on how rude that was of Blaine to ask. That however was not enough to stop him from raising the hem of his shirt until it revealed simply, Kurt’s own name sketched across his ribs with a question mark beside it. Blaine deflated a little. He didn’t remember exactly what had first said to Kurt, but it certainly wasn’t that.

“Hoping it was something different, Anderson?”

Blaine shrugged, “I just… you said what’s written on my soul mark yesterday so I thought maybe… but it doesn’t matter.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side, considering. “But yesterday wasn’t the first time I met you.” was his simple response.

Blaine nodded as he processed that line of thought, “Do you remember what I said the first time we met?”

“Of course. You said my name. It never stuck out to me though because well… no hints into our future, Blaine. I’ve broken the rules enough.”

“But, Kurt, you know what that means, right?” Blaine said, standing and reaching out to Kurt.

“That can’t be what it means, Blaine.” Kurt pulled away from him, eyes suddenly hard,  “You’ve been adamant for years that our relationship is only platonic, and if it’s not then that means that you’ve known the whole time while I’ve--” Kurt broke off turning away. “That means you’ve let me pine for five years and I refuse to believe that you would do that to me.”

“But, Kurt. You said it yourself. It’s a part of our rules that we don’t tell each other about our own future and if that includes us then… maybe I have to let you find out for yourself. I have to wait for you to find me. And now you have so that means…” Blaine trails off as Kurt rushes for his jacket.

“I can’t… I can’t think about this right now. I need… I need not you, I need a Blaine who knows what the fuck is going on here. I just, I have to leave, I’m sorry.”

“Kurt--”

“Here’s some cash. I’ll come back soon, just. Stay here, stay safe. Okay, I promise I’ll be back, just…” he took a deep breath and pressed the button on his wrist band again and suddenly he was gone and Blaine was alone.

[daisyishedwig]

Klaine Advent Day 5: Example

A/N: Continuation of Day 4′s fic featuring Broadway Star Kurt Hummel inviting Fanboy Blaine Anderson to a bar for drinks to celebrate his 21st birthday. And whoa boy did it get long today, over 1200 words of fluff.

Warning: Alcohol consumption, but that’s it. Oh and I guess there is some minor talk of abusive behaviour by an ex near the end, but nothing too serious. 

“What if he doesn’t come?” Blaine asked for the second time since they’d arrived at the bar five minutes ago.

“He’s coming, he just had a whole line of fans to talk to before he could get away, Blainers.”

“But why would he come? He doesn’t know me.” Blaine wrung his hands in his lap, brow furrowed in worry. “Oh god, you don’t think he remembers--”

“Coop doesn’t think I remember what?” Kurt’s voice sounded from behind them and Blaine jumped, nearly falling off of his barstool. Kurt steadied him with gentle hands on his shoulders and laughed, “God, you are so jittery, we should get you drinking ASAP before you have a heart attack.”

Kurt raised his hand towards the bartender with three fingers held up before sitting down on the stool beside Blaine. “So, I didn’t catch your name back there,” he said casually.

“Um, B-Blaine, I’m Blaine and this is my brother Cooper.” Blaine was intently studying his nails as he picked at his cuticles. The bartender set three glasses down in front of them and Kurt slid him his card with a quiet, “Thanks, Elliot.”. Blaine quickly grabbed his drink, thankful to have something to concentrate on other than Kurt’s steady gaze, especially as he felt Cooper move away, likely with a pretty girl in sight.

“You look familiar,” Kurt said, taking a sip of his drink. “Have you stage doored before?”

Blaine let out a nervous laugh, fiddling with his straw, “Um, sort of.” Despite not making eye contact, Blaine could see Kurt raise an eyebrow out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve, um, I’ve stayed long enough to talk to most of the cast a couple of different times but… I, well. I’d tend to leave before you came out.”

Kurt cocked his head to the side, “And here I thought I was your favourite,” he teased.

Blaine sputtered, head shooting up. “You are! Of-of course you are. I just… I never knew what to say to you,” he finished quietly.

Kurt nodded understandingly. “You know, the alcohol doesn’t help your nerves if you don’t actually drink it.”

Blaine huffed before finally taking a sip of his cocktail. Once Blaine started he found his glass emptied pretty quickly and suddenly there were two more drinks in front of them. “Sorry I’m such a nervous wreck, you’re just… I’ve admired you for years and I can’t quite understand how I’m here with you.”

“Years?” Kurt questioned, “I didn’t think anyone knew who I was before we started rehearsals last September.”

Blaine blushed, suddenly finding the grain of the bar fascinating as he traced it with his finger tip.

“We have met before,” Kurt stated, no longer a question.

Blaine ducked his head, finishing off his second drink before he could work up the courage to make eye contact with Kurt again.

“You might have been the TA for my Method of the Modern Musical class my freshman year at NYADA. Professor Stillwater liked having you perform as an example for us.” He said softly.

Kurt chuckled, “That’s it? We didn’t have like an actual class together?”

“You were three years ahead of me, of course we didn’t have any classes together. I mean… I did try out for the Adam’s Apples after you sent around the audition sheet in class one day, but I didn’t make it.”

Kurt’s brow furrowed, “Wait… you sang a Katy Perry medley for your audition. I remember you! I fought so hard to get you in the group but for some reason Adam just wouldn’t accept you, and of course everyone else had to side with him.”

Blaine’s smile stretched across his face, “You… you liked that? Adam said it was a unanimous no from the group. I thought you hated it. It was very confusing, because I know you hated my friend Rachael and you were always super hard on her when you critiqued her performances but you never had anything short of constructive criticism or even praise for my assignments.”

“Oh… well. Rachel and I had a history. We went to highschool together, and even though she was two grades below me, our choir director pampered her like no other and gave her all of the solos. And as for Adam… well he could be a possessive asshole sometimes. It’s why we’re not together anymore. He kept saying he was losing me to my work, but am I supposed to give up a major role in a Broadway show because he thinks I’m not spending enough time with him?

“We were hardly even dating to begin with considering most of our dates devolved into sex within an hour. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if he was so against you joining the Apples because he thought you might be competition for him in more areas than one. He tended to outright say no to just about any openly queer men who even fell close to my type. I never thought much of it since most of them were only subpar performers to begin with. Until you showed up and blew us all away and he still said no.”

Blaine swirled his newly filled drink in his glass with a grateful smile to Elliot the bartender. “I can’t believe you were dating that prick. I knew he was an asshole but I just thought you were invested in the Apples so that’s why you put up with him, since it was his group.”

Kurt shrugged, “He was… he was there. I was young and horny but also very busy between work and school and my internship at Vogue. When he pursued me, I thought why not. We’re both getting off and I don’t actually have to try and surf the waves of dating in New York City surrounded by would be Broadway Stars.”

Blaine shook his head, “That’s like a really horrible thing to do though. To try and keep you from anyone else you might want to date just so you’ll stay with him. You realize that could be labelled as abuse, right?”

“Of course, if I’d felt guilty for interacting with other men who might be interested in me. But I was also really good at telling Adam when he needed to back the fuck up if he didn’t actually want me to just walk away from him. Which is what I eventually ended up doing, call me a workaholic, but my career has always been more important to me than dating. If I’d met someone who was really important to me, I probably would have ditched him earlier, but currently the only man I need in my life is Paul Baker.” Kurt winked.

“Though… I am now regretting a little not putting my foot down about you. Maybe you could have kept the Apples going after we graduated, but there was no one in the group in the end with the talent or the will to run a show choir. Also a little disappointed that it took your brother forcing you to talk to me for me to actually get to know you.”

“It’s my fault really,” Blaine said and he knew the whiskey was finally kicking is as his whole body felt warm and relaxed. The voice in the back of his head was still there, anxious and screaming, but it wasn’t hard for him to lock it in a corner and tell it to shut up. “If I’d have just worked up the courage to be honest about my little crush, we could have had this conversation years ago.”

Kurt grinned. “Well then we better not waste any more time, should we, Blaine?”

[daisyishedwig]

I am a lost boy from Neverland, usually hanging out with Peter Pan.