Straigh (ish). I am pretty sure I like guys but I still question myself about whther or not I am also interested in girls to a less prominent extent but like for now I definitely identify as heterosexual.
19, WHat are you listening to right now?
The sound...of silence.
37. tattoos or piercings you want?
Well I am pretty sure I have the idea of the tattoo I want in my art folder here on tumblr. It’s an ink glas with flowers coming out of it basically.
that-rotter hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “Looks like I am going to the Halsey concert in Berlin next March? Yaay...”
Seriously? That's so cool!!! Im only a little bit jealous (tickets here sold out here in like 0.1 seconds) take lots of pictures :)
I am really sorry for you not being able to go. I wish you could go in my stead as I feel you deserve it more as a bigger fan. :/ Maybe if you do not live too far from Collogne where they still have tickets you could go? They’re pretty affordable. If not and if for whatever reason I get close enough to make her sign anything I know where to send it!!!
"I was taking a shower in the hall bathroom and someone stole my towel so now I have to make a break for it down the hall to my room as naked as the day I was born and I didn’t see you when I rounded the corner until I slammed right into you" AU klaaaaaaiiiiine! :D
Blaine tries hard to adapt to the college life.
More precisely, to the dorms life.
Sure, Dalton was a good practice for it, but there is something different, more … carefree, about the college dorm life.
Luckily, Blaine has found a system that helps with his adaptation--and having an upperclassman as a roommate definitely helps too.
He listened to Elliott’s advice, going to the cafeteria on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, and keeping apples in his room, and he showers at different times than the rest of his floor.
Not early in the morning, not late at night: Blaine showers at 1.45pm, when nobody else is here and when he can take his time.
He doesn’t even need to take a change of clothes with him, his towel enough to cover him and let him go back to his room without flashing anybody because a, it covers him completely, and b, there isn’t anybody else.
Usually, that is.
Today, there is someone else in a shower nearby, singing incredibly lewd songs too--Blaine is all for using the shower’s acoustics to sing and rehearse, but “Blow My Whistle”, really?--but Blaine tries to tune it out, applying the anti-frizz mask his brother send him.
Wishful thinking, he knows, but it smells good, and he amuses himself while it sits with little doodles on the stall’s walls.
Blaine rinses himself thoroughly, glad to hear that he’s alone now, but when he reaches for his towel on the hook outside of his stall, Blaine freezes.
Because he’s not finding anything.
Holding up the curtain, Blaine peeks out and sure enough, the hook glints in the sunlight and there is no other towel anywhere.
Blaine is going to hunt down the thief, the depraved thief who dared touch his fluffy towel, for fuck’s sake, his towel, and he’s going to smack him down and get his revenge--
But first, Blaine needs to go back to his room.
Butt naked.
In his birthday suit.
Correction : in his wet birthday suit.
“Fuck,” he says between gritted teeth, brushing his hands down his arms and chest to get rid of the droplets.
What can he do now?
Blaine glances at the shower curtain--would he become a hooligan to protect his dignity, and just tear it off the bar?
No, he couldn’t possibly.
Biting his lower lip, Blaine puts his finger through his hair and tightens his hold on the curtain like a toga.
He could--
Oh God, what has become of his life.
He could make a dash for it; his room is not that far from the bathroom, after all, and he’s pretty fast, and as previously believed, the floor is usually pretty empty.
Hm.
Well, that would get streaking off of his bucket list.
Alright, that’s settled.
Three.
What am I doing?
Two.
Oh Lord, what the Warblers would think?!
One.
Ghost of Grandma Sara, please look away.
Go!
Blaine is off, cupping his balls and cock, running like a madman as fast as he can and looking down to make sure he doesn’t go slipping on something.
Which is why he completely misses another student turning the corner, opening wide eyes before the inevitable collision.
---
Kurt is never around the Disco building this time of day.
Never but for today, and all because of Elliott.
His fellow One Three Hill member asked him to pick up a shirt in his room to change after a rehearsal that apparently was more demanding than Elliott expected, “but don’t worry, my roommate is usually around this time of day, he’ll let you in. I can’t believe I haven’t introduced the two of you yet.”
Except that the roommate isn’t here, and Kurt had to deal with a sleazy looking Freshman who walked by with mismatching towels and leered at him before making a comment about Kurt’s tight ass.
Kurt isn’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult.
Truth be told, he doesn’t really care, because that guy really isn’t deserving of Kurt’s attention.
He’s texting Elliott about his inability to access their room when he hears it, a subdued galloping sound, like someone is running in the hallway.
Kurt barely has the time to look up, see what is coming his way--that’s a lot of wet, tan skin, wow--before being hit by said wet, tan skin, the two of them toppling to the floor.
Kurt’s arms wrap around the nudist’s upper body as they hit the floor without him realizing what he’s doing and he absorbs the shock the best he can, thankful for the padding he added to the shoulders of his jacket.
“Ow,” Kurt says nonetheless, more out of reflex than actual pain.
His fingers are sliding across the back of his “attacker”, and part of his brain is registering how smooth and soft and muscled it is.
“Are you okay?”
Oh, the voice is smooth too, what about that.
“More in shock than hurt,” Kurt says, slowly blinking his eyes open, his eyes meeting melted caramel.
Wow, hello there.
The man scrambles to get off of Kurt and though he doesn’t particularly like to have his clothes soaked wet, Kurt quite suddenly misses the weight on top of him.
Kurt can’t really help but observe the way the man straightens up, hastily covering himself to get a semblant of modesty.
Not fast enough though, and Kurt is not proud of saving that particular image to the back of his mind.
“I would like to point out that it’s not my usual attire,” the man says, a blush spreading down his neck and his chest.
“I don’t mind,” Kurt says before he can stop himself, standing up to hide his embarrassment. “I mean, I’m not judging.”
The man drops his chin to his chest with a sigh, and yes, Kurt is quickly becoming a big fan of the way his chest and stomach’s muscles are highlighted by the simple act of breathing.
And then he looks up, a tentative smile on his face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I have accumulated enough embarrassment to last me for the year,” he says as strongly as he can. “It has been a pleasure meeting you, …?”
“Kurt.”
“Blaine,” the man replies. “Sorry if I don’t shake your hand.”
Kurt nods before frowning. “Wait a minute--Blaine? As in, Blaine Anderson?”
Another layer of flush covers Blaine’s body. “Y-yes?”
“I was looking for you,” Kurt says and Blaine raises one eyebrow.
“Well, you got to look at more of me than you expected.”
“That’s for sure.”
Blaine’s lips lift in a crooked smile. “Can I go and put on some clothes or do you need to tell me whatever it is you were looking me for this very second?”
It’s Kurt’s turn to blush. “Oh fuck I’m such an idiot, please, go, sure!” he babbles, moving to the side to let Blaine walk by.
Blaine squares his shoulders and holds his head high as he passes Kurt by, holding two fingers up with his free hand. “Two minutes, and I’m all yours.”
Kurt nods, making a point of looking away when Blaine walks away, but he does look to see Blaine’s butt before he closes the door.
“Looking forward to it,” he says to himself with a smile.
He’ll have to thank Elliott for sending him on this particular errand.
(The next time Kurt ends up with a handful of wet Blaine, it’s his own fault, and it’s because he wanted to surprise his boyfriend for their first anniversary--what a better way to do so than reenact the way they met)
that-rotter hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “I am years too late to the party but I have switched over from casual...”
*Is currently watching hp and the philosophers stone* not too late
NO FREAKING WAY, seriously?: I was just watching it too (okay until my dvd stopped working because it’s way old apparently and does not like to function properly) BUT NOW WAY :D It never is too late,
Last text message: My mum asking me what I’d make for lunch tomorrow
Last song you listened to: Silly Love Songs- Gleee cast
Last time you cried: Last Friday. (just stress and fam)
Have you ever:
Dated someone twice: Nope.
Been drunk and thrown up: Nope.
Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope
Been depressed: Define Depressed. Like sad or clinically? Totally sad of course but the later: Nope
List three favorite colors:
Blue!
Red
Black
In the last year have you:
Made new friends: Yes
Fallen out of love: Never been in love so...
Laughed until you cried: Definitely
Met someone who changed you: Dont think so
Found out who your true friends are: I’d say a little
Found out someone who was talking about you: Yep.
Kissed anyone on your Facebook friend list: No.
General:
How many people on your Facebook list do you know in real life: Met all of them at least once
Do you have any pets: My cat RAMBO
Do you want to change your name: Nope.
What did you do for your last birthday party: We ate cake and went to a bar afterwards
What time did you wake up today: 9 am
What were you doing at midnight last night: Readinf FF
Name something you CANNOT wait for: My year abroad
Last time you saw your mother: an hour ago
What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: ...Not that nothing at all bothers me but I just get really sad thinking about things to change because then I’d be actually dealing with them and no... so I just leave it at that.
What are you listening to right now: Home - Edward Sharpe &
Have you talked to a person named Tom: I know lots of toms so yes.
What’s getting on your nerves right now: University and psychological issues
Blood type: 0 negative
Nicknames: Michi /Otto/(shelly)
Relationship status: Single.
Zodiac sign: Saggitarius
Pronouns: She ,Her
Favorite tv shows: Glee, HTGAWM, Flash, Sense8
Hair color: Brown
Long or short: Long-ish
Height: around: 1.63 m
Do you have a crush on someone: Nope
What do you like about yourself: My enthusiasm and that I care about others feelings overly much.
Tattoos: Ask me again in the fall ;)
Righty or lefty: Righty
First surgery: Surgery free since 94′
First piercings: Only ears when I was..6?
First best friend: Lischen in kindergarden
First sport you joined: Handball (is that the english word as well? too lazy right now)
First vacation: Bavaria (boring as hell. at least where I was)
First pair of shoes: Do people keep those?
Right now:
Eating: No
Drinking: No
I’m listening to: Sara Bareilles - Manhatten (god this song is one of the most beautiful songs out there. Go, go listen to it. God. Lyrical genius )
About to: Finish this thing and answer That-Rotter’s mails
Waiting for: VACATION
Want to have kids: Think so
Get married: Maybe
Career: Hopefully I will end up working on books :)
Which is better:
Lips or eyes: Eyes
Hugs or kisses: Hugs
Shorter or taller: Taller
Older or younger: Older
Romantic or spontaneous: romantic
Nose stomach or arms: Arms
Have you ever:
Kissed a stranger: No
Drank hard liquor: no
Lost glasses/ contacts: No
Sex on first date: No
Broke someone’s heart: Dont think so...though who knows how much they liked me when I told them I did not reciprocate those feelings so...maybe
Been arrested: Nope.
Turned someone down: Yes.
Cried when someone died: Yes
Fallen for a friend: No
Do you believe:
In yourself: Sometimes
Miracles: Depends
Love at first sight: For others
Heaven: No
Santa: No
Kiss on first date: Depends
Angels: No
I was tagged by pinksunglassesandblazers
I tag: that-rotter, suspenduedansmabulle, singingquietly, missingboyfriend, klaineitupanotch
snape: If you could read anyone’s mind for a day, who would it be?Well, I never really wanted that ability because it would likely end with me getting hurt or pissed. So definitely not the mind of my friends- But I think that of my Queer movies teacher. That would combine teacher + male, which both would be interesting, right? :D
Luna: Do other people tend to think of you as strange?I don’t know. I guess sometimes they do.
