when you think your cramps are finished but then


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tabitha requested: klaine’s butts

A post I can get behind.

Very very close behind…

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This was so funny that the guy gave Blaine a dirty look when he interrupted his chat with Kurt he was so pissed. LMAO I have to laugh at these guys that try to get between Klaine because that is never gonna happen.

Sorry, dude. You ain’t gonna get a piece of Kurt Hummel. He already found his soulmate and future husband.

I need like twelve different fics of this.

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Anyone who makes fun of fanfiction has never read really good fanfiction.

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Around 1 AM I turn into Nuka that psychotic lion from The Lion King II


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so I was wearing a Captain America shirt on my run today and TWO separate people shouted ‘ON YOUR LEFT’ at me

sometimes the world is a wonderful and magical place

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write about burt finding out they're sexually active omggg



Blaine looked guilty.

"How’s it going, Anderson?" Burt said as he opened the door to let Blaine into the house. Blaine had his bookbag slung over his shoulder, ready for a night of intense studying, Kurt had said. "Kurt’s finishing up a phone call with Mercedes, said he’ll be right down."

"Oh, okay," Blaine said. "I’m fine, thank you. How are you?" Blaine followed Burt into the kitchen, where he settled down at the table, swinging his bag to the ground. 

"I’m good," Burt said. "Sorry I missed the show this weekend, we were stuck in Washington. Kurt said there’s a video, though, so I’m planning on watching it just as soon as I can."

"It’s okay," Blaine said. "the show wasn’t that great."

"It’s got you and Kurt in it, that’s all I need to know," Burt said, opening the fridge. "Want a bottle of water?"

"Yes, please," Blaine replied. Blaine still looked strange; Burt couldn’t quite put his finger on it. There was only one thing to do.

"Something happen this weekend, Blaine?" Burt asked, and Blaine’s eyes widened. 

"You mean other than the show?" Blaine asked, his voice rising in pitch.

"Yeah," Burt replied, swinging the door shut. Blaine blinked rapidly.

"I don’t—" Blaine said. "I can’t think of anything you’d…want to know, sir."

"Can you think of something I don’t want to know, then?" Burt felt a little bad at the way Blaine’s face drained of color. It wan’t enough to stop his line of questioning though. "I take it that’s a yes. You boys get drunk this weekend?"

"No, sir," Blaine said quickly, reaching for the bottle that Burt offered. "No drinking, I promise."

"Did you throw a secret party?" Burt said, and Blaine shook his head as he gulped down the water.

"No parties," Blaine said. "We didn’t even go out with the rest of the cast to Breadstix, we just went back to my place and—"

Blaine froze, a drip of water falling from the lip of the bottle to the table. Burt’s sense began tingling. 

"And what, Blaine?" Burt asked. Blaine’s eyes grew pleading, but Burt had begun growing an immunity to that particular look. He thought quickly, his mind landing on the only option.

"Aww, hell, you had sex," Burt said, and Blaine’s head collapsed hard to the tabletop. "You’re right, I don’t want to know about that."

"I tried to tell you," Blaine mumbled against the wood of the table. Burt stood up, walking away from the table.

"You should have tried harder," Burt said, putting his bottle of water back in the fridge and grabbing a beer instead. "You need to get better at lying kid, this is killing both of us."

"I’m sorry," Blaine said, lifting his head again. His face was bright red. "I just can’t, it’s like everything inside my brain freezes and all I can think is the thing I’m trying not to think!"

"I don’t know why you’re acting so cagey about it now," Burt said. "It’s not like it was the first time or anything."

Blaine groaned then, burying his face in his hands. 

"Aw, hell, Blaine, are you serious?" Burt said, wrenching the top off the bottle. "I figured you two had been at it like rabbits, what with you both being teen boys."

"Please stop talking about rabbits," Blaine whined. 

"I’m impressed, actually," Burt said. "That you waited this long."

Blaine peeked around his hands. “Thank you?”

"That doesn’t mean that study time isn’t happening at the table tonight instead of in Kurt’s room, however," Burt said. "Not while I’m in the house."

"Deal," Blaine said. "Can I have another bottle of water?"

"Thank you?" 

No, thank you for this delightful little scene. Oh Blainers, you lie like a really lumpy rug.

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Dylan O’Brien @ WonderCon 2014 ©
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Send me Fuck, Marry, Push off a Cliff

Ask is here

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#waits patiently for another person to throw their underwear at him

My vote is for Kurt

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I will not keep my mouth shut. A bitch knows her voice. Knows how to howl with a wolf pack in her throat. A bitch is honest. A bitch doesn’t follow the rules; demands to know who wrote them. Rules are weak. Rules are prey.

I am alpha female; I am fur on fire. I am roaring tornado combusting misogynist mountains to dust. Crushed bones and gutted patriarchy carcass. We bleed to survive, you bleed to keep up.

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"You keep an eye on him."

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look at the one just sitting all proper on the couch

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Another friend is pregnant

There is something in the water. I am only drinking tea for a while then

I have some alarming news for you in regard to one of the main ingredients in tea.

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We are all Josh Hutcherson

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