#tara1031

[fifionline]

hey :) in that tweet he's implying kurt is doing the punching! who knows if he means literally or musically, though haha

I hope that he's really gonna punch Sebastian though cause he really has it coming! (On a totally unrelated matter but as you don't seem to receive my asks...do you have any more infos about the NYC tattoo artist you told me you knew? I'm leaving soon and I still don't know where to get it done atm)

[fyeahklainefics-blog]

Companion piece: Silver Lake Sort of Summer

Go. Go now. We're already halfway through the companion piece and HAD to rec this fic!

Thanks goes out to owlshoes who asked earlier if we could help them find a fic, and this was the one! So good!

[fifionline]

My holidays have been accepted: NEW YORK CITY HERE I COME!!!

So any tips guys on where to stay? What to do? What I should not miss...?

[emilianadarling]

Thank you, lovely Americans et all!!

You're amazing. <3

[certaintendencies]

tara1031 replied to your post: I'm stuck

It wasn’t the first time Darren woke up with a hangover, but it was the first time he’d woken up with a hangover and his pants around his knees and Chris Colfer drooling on his shoulder.

He stared at the unfamiliar ceiling through slitted eyes, clicking his tongue dryly against the roof of his mouth. He was naked from the knees up, he was pretty sure, judging by all the different bits of him that shivered when the breeze hit. Breeze. Looking over at where he thought the source of it was, Darren ignored the pounding in his head and observed the open sliding-glass door, watching dully as the long red curtains flapped, half in and half out of the room.

Hotel, he thought, probably. Hopefully, actually, once he saw the hideously mundane mass-produced painting over the headboard. They were sprawled out with their heads at the foot of the bed.

So. On to the next mystery.

“Chris,” he murmured, the name cracked and broken out of his wrecked throat.

“Mmmffgrfgl,” Chris replied, smacking his lips and nuzzling further into Darren’s shoulder. He appeared to be naked as well, almost completely, except for his socks. He rolled over and kneed Darren in the thigh.

“’Ake up,” Darren groaned, shoving at Chris’s chest.

“Ten more minutes,” Chris mumbled, fisting a hand in the blankets on the other side of Darren, trapping him against the mattress.

“I think we had sex.” Darren tried again.

Chris snuffled, legs twitching a little. “’Kay.”

“Chris.” Darren slapped at Chris’s naked back. “I said I think we had sex.”                                       

“Ten minutes,” Chris sighed. “Then we can do it again.”

It took Darren a moment to process that suggestion. He glanced at the digital clock on the generic bedside table. Ten minutes.

He could wait.