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[centermanb-blog]

Game Day #16 with a broken arm. Someone out there please figure out a way to heal a bone faster because I don’t think I can take another three weeks of being a duster. If I could play hockey with one hand, trust me, I would.

[centermanb-blog]

There’s bad weeks and then there’s last 10 days I’ve had. Not only have my Rangers been absolutely crush on home ice, but my wallet and phone were stolen during a snowed-in layover between Vegas and New York. It’s taken this long to get anything with my name on it again. My phone, at least, is locked in just about every way possible. So that’s good. I guess. 

Thanks for the messages everyone left me. Know I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. It’s kind of nice to know I was missed.

[unattoreserio-blog]

any opportunity is a stage.

Blaine, throughout his life, had worn many faces. Even if it weren’t for the theatrical flare him and Cooper inserted into any Anderson production, there had been many sides of himself that hadn’t ever met one another. For example, the person he was with Cooper differed significantly to his relationship with his mother, or the Warblers even. Though this started far before Blaine had ever stepped foot in Dalton of course. The person he was with his father conflicted very much with who he was supposed to be and that spiraled another conflict within itself. Not everyone had to get him, but he put so many pieces of himself out there that many were often shared, reciprocated, and appreciated. Not all of those pieces shared such an opportunity. 

But it was every bit of that inner turmoil, and every skill he’d acquired since his birth that aided in his transition into a household name, an actor. Not just Broadway — although that was an admirable dream in itself, one he had enjoyed once upon a time, but only from afar. He was better behind camera anyways, where if a take wasn’t perfect they could get it again and create such an immersible masterpiece that people could actually forget their lives for a bit… Which was pretty important given the current climate. 

Every day things seemingly continued to get worse, so he would disconnect. Pigeonhole himself into another reality for six months to a year, before it was onto something else. The disconnect was almost meditative at this point and maybe that’s why Blaine loved his job so much. Isolation was a part of the package, but to think of how many people walked in and out of his life on a daily basis? He was blessed and living a dream — his dream. Even if it didn’t fill the void like he’d expected. 

Still, he kept trying. One thing he’d realized that actually made him feel good was reaching out, the charities, the fan encounters, the make a wish. Maybe some twisted part of him wanted to relate the two but when the kink’s sections were so openly listed, it was a blistering opportunity he would hate himself if he didn’t take. 

When Blaine had originally discovered it, it had been midnight and his alarm would wake the dead in no more than four hours. The next day was already going to be rough, so he had to at least focus on making his present self happy. 

Roleplaying …  Actor/fan…  Actor/director… Actor/Costar… Actor/Stalker … 

The list went on but Blaine had decided the opportunity was too good to pass up. Even if they didn’t know who he was — which seemed pretty unlikely, but irregardless. He’d messaged the first person he’d seen withholding as much as he could, eager to set up a meeting. Hell, half the time the fan encounters were the best part of the gig, so his hopes were high regardless. Gender hadn’t mattered, while he was publicly out as bisexual, it had been a poorly designed PR move that he had deemed too disastrous to correct at this point in time. Not to mention sex was sex and if Blaine had a connection with someone, taking some time away to make each other feel good wasn’t a waste. Hell, it lead to a lot of experimentation and when you were as open minded and willing to try (almost) everything at least once? Why bother stopping if he enjoyed it?

Looking much more fitted to play the ‘fan’ part, or at the very least an undercover Marvel hero — donned in a sweater, and some sunglasses; Blaine made his way down to the lobby of the hotel he was staying at to meet his companion for the evening so he could personally bring them up to his room. And hey, even if they didn’t know who he was… Well, Blaine liked to imagine a scenario in which one day a year or five from now, they would see him and the realization would click into a thing of beauty. Hell, that’s even something he would have enjoyed back before he ever stepped foot in Hollywood. 

“Hey, glad you made it.” A warm smile spread over his lips as he shamelessly went in for a kiss. “You look fantastic... And cold. Let’s get you warmed up.” He wasn’t going to blather on about the weather though, plus small talk wasn’t ever an issue and he hoped that tradition would continue as he lead them to the elevator and up to the penthouse. “Can I get you anything?” Regardless of the situation he was always going to check and see if he could make it better in any way. “Wine, water, coffee, tea —” Blaine started listing teasingly, but the list would continue to go on, he just wanted the other to interject with their preferred choice. When the elevator let them out, he had no problem ditching the shades on his counter as he headed to the bar, “Anything you want, skys the limit.”

[xtinacohen-blog]

That feeling when you already have the entire next week booked and know what your game plan is going to be as soon as you walk through those front doors to be greeted by that tiny bundle of joy who will more than likely want you to spin her around several times until you can no longer stand on your own two feet. Now that I have that out of the way, I'm thankfully free for the rest of my night. What's going on with everyone?

[societysmythe-blog]

I don’t know how many times I need to tell my neighbour that I’m not interested in taking her daughter out on a date. Been there, done that - and she didn’t give me a reason to want to repeat the ordeal. Think I’m gonna need to make up a fake relationship to shut her up for a while. Is it better to tell her I have a girlfriend, or if I said I had a boyfriend do you think her closed-minded ass would assume that’s all I’m into? 

[provocativestar-blog]

i should have stayed in st. barts.

I spent four hours on the tarmac at JFK waiting for them to find somewhere to park and let us off, and then another three waiting for my luggage - not to mention the taxi drive back to Manhattan, and now I’ve come home to find that I don’t think my normal cleaners have stopped by the entire time I was gone. My poor kitten is in dire need of company. 

While all of this is extraordinarily ‘first world problems’, and I am aware, I’m going to continue my streak of entitled brattiness by asking if anyone could possibly come keep me company. I have a fully stocked bar, plan on ordering in some Thai food and lighting up the fireplace if anyone’s willing to make the trek to midtown for some wine, board games and possibly more.