Chewing your nails. Also when people snap gum i want to punch them for some unknown reason of rage
14. A hobby you have/find interesting that other people bother you over/make fun of.
Fandom? Maybe wanting to relax on days off from work instead of going outside with my mother
20. Free rant on whatever you want.
Just, fuck stupid people, man. Some people shouldn't have the right to the internet/free speech like it bothers me. Esp people who are "tumblr famous" and have people worship their every step when they have the opinions of a whiny two year old like just get out of here with that garbage.
Also hypocrites. They deserve a special place in whatever the actual equivalent of hell is.
do you happen to know what/where the video is of michael and gavin playing amnesia but its like a storyboard version? the poster said they drew it for a class? i wasn't sure what tag it was under and i reeeeally would like to watch it again :)
Right here ==> [x]
I tagged it under fanimation if you ever need to find it again :)
timber - pitbull feat Kesha (cause who doesn't like to drink and dance?) <3
You better move, you better danceLet's make a night, you won't rememberI'll be the one, you won't forgetKurt/Blaine, R
It doesn't really surprise Kurt that Blaine takes to the New York clubs well.
They don't go too often. Once or twice a month, when they're restless and they want to be the kind of boyfriends they just can't be anywhere and everywhere. They want to tangle in public, kiss too open and too dirty, they want to not be embarrassed and not feel judged.
It's not even a homophobic thing. They're just - they're the respectable guys, most of the time. They're all schedules and responsibilities and jobs and saving money and proving to the world being married while barely out of their teens is something they can handle.
But when they go out, when they go to those places where no one knows them and no one knows to expect them to be any different - it's the kind of fun escape Lima could never have offered them. It doesn't matter if it's a piano bar in the west end where drag queens tap out Broadway ballads on the piano or a strobe-lit pounding beat nightclub, they've found a dozens of different places they can go to own this part of themselves.
And it's just fun. It's fun for Kurt, who still may not be that gay bar superstar but he's certainly popular enough. He's catnip for a certain type of guy and after spending most of his life routinely cataloging every little quirk beyond his control as something to hide or feel shame for, it does his ego well to be so wanted.
Blaine has his own admirers, too. Blaine goes from grandpa-chic to bashful but imminently fuckable schoolboy until Kurt's careful fashionable tutoring. Tight little ass-hugging jeans paired with the right button down, ready to be stripped off in favor of the blank tank underneath when the heat of hundreds of bodies grinding together gets to be too much, hair only gelled a little because even the industrial strength paste Blaine uses can't hold up to that kind of night.
Blaine stands out, not fashion model gorgeous but vibrant and alive, but he mostly just wants to be there for the dancing.
It took Kurt weeks, multiple visits, before he reassured Blaine it was okay to dance as long as it was just dancing. But once he feels like he has permission (from Kurt, from himself) he embraces it. He dances with anyone and everyone (and mostly Kurt, or with Kurt there, too) and throws himself into the music. He's popular, and most of the guys walk away disappointed when they realize he won't be going home with them but he knows just where to draw the line.
And if some of the guys he dances with are attractive, if some of them even get Blaine going - who is Kurt to complain about the armful of drunk horny boyfriend he gets to enjoy later that night? Blaine gives the best blowjobs after club nights, sucking and whining and greedy on his knees.
Sometimes their friends ask to come along. "Not yet," Kurt always says, and he can see the relief on Blaine's face. Maybe eventually, when the shine wears off, but for now - it's their thing
i followed you cause your fic is porn-fect, i saw bee would chat with you a lot and was like hmm lemme check her out and now i can never leave so jsyk i will be following you forever <3 :)
porcelainwarbler asked you: prompt: blaine works at a pet store and he meets kurt whose is cooing over kittens :3
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The first thing the owners told Blaine when he started working at the shop was don't get attached to the animals. Of course, knowing Blaine, there was no way he couldn't. The adorable little pug stole his heart, and every day since his arrival, Blaine would visit Hughey in his cage and sneak him treats. Today, much to both Blaine's dismay and delight, Hughey was adopted and subsequently renamed Scout, which Blaine thought was the dumbest and most generic name for a dog.
Now, Blaine's sitting behind the counter, head resting against his hand, frown planted firmly on his face. He knows another cute dog will come through here soon enough, and he knows Hughey went to a good home, but it's hard letting go.
On a sidenote, he thinks he probably won't ever be able to let his children move out once he becomes a father.
Blaine's checking out a young girl at the register who's just bought parakeet food when his day becomes a little bit brighter. A tall, dark-haired guy walks in, clad in skintight black jeans and a tight t-shirt accented by a vest. His arms practically pop out of the fabric, and his legs look like they're a mile long. Blaine's drooling within seconds.
He looks for awhile, taking his time with each kitten before he comes across the one he knows he's taking home. Blaine watches with a smile as the guy crouches down, grinning from ear to ear and shoving a finger through the cage.
"Hi," he says in a sweet voice, leaning his head down. The kitten pokes its nose through the bars, sniffing. The guy leans back, giggling, and Blaine feels his heart melt.
As the guy continues to coo at the kitten, Blaine slowly makes his way over to them.
"Good choice," Blaine says as soon as he can identify which kitten it is. "Nala's a loving soul."
The guy looks back, still smiling as he meets Blaine's eyes.
"Nala?" he says. "Like the Lion King?"
Blaine nods. "I named her myself."
"Oh, she's adorable."'
"You can hold her," Blaine says, dipping down and pulling the massive set of keys from his pocket. He finds her key and unlocks the cage. "Come here, Nala," he says sweetly. She backs up just slightly, but Blaine catches her in his hands, scooping her up. She's still tiny yet, only just rescued over the weekend.
"Here you go," Blaine says, handing her over to the guy. "Be careful for her back paw. She got in a scruff before we found her."
"You rescue animals?" the guy asks.
Blaine nods. "We also have a no-kill policy."
"Huh," the guy mutters. "No wonder Rachel demanded we get an animal from here." Nala nips at his chin, and he giggles again.
"She really likes you," Blaine observes. "I think she'd be a good fit."
"Really?" the guy asks, eyes lighting up.
"Yeah," Blaine says. "Come on over here - I'll start you with the basics and ring you up."
The guy makes his way over to Blaine's register as Blaine gathers up a cat carrier, a litter box, litter, a scooper, food and water bowls, soft food, hard food, and a few toys.
"Now," Blaine says, setting all the merchandise down on the checkout counter. "This is a pretty common bundle we offer to new cat owners. We have specialty ones for all animals we sell."
Blaine rings everything up, and as the guy carefully places Nala in the cat carrier, Blaine quickly scrawls out his number on the receipt. He stuffs it in the bag full of supplies, heart pounding as the guy collects all his items. He flashes Blaine a smile before making his way out, cooing to Nala once again.
Twenty minutes later, Blaine's phone lights up with a text.
Blaine, right? It's Kurt. Somehow, your number ended up on my receipt? Nala says hi.
