But now I just keep having those images where badboy!Kurt and badboy!Blaine are in gang together and they’re all violent and beat people up and they don’t care about each other at first but then they realize that ‘fuck, he’s so fucking hot’ and then they have super kinky sex and they’re all rough and there’s blood and bruises but god it was fucking worth it…
He is there again.
Just standing, staring, watching me. Far across the platform on the other side of the rails. Standing and staring with his blinding baby blue eyes that penetrate my soul. As if I can be read like a book.
He does not look revolted, as many do when they see me begging on the platform. Often they recoil when I reach out my hands and plead for my life, repulsed by my obvious situation and appearance. But neither does he look at me with pity, as do the few that feel they are obliged to help. As if offering up a measly amount of change from their bulging purses will clear them of all condemning sin, as if giving me a few seconds of their busy day will excuse them from having to care about me for any longer.
He just looks sad. His paradoxically harsh, yet soft eyes full of wishful longing.
But never has he stepped across the rails.
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Anything For You by (my 2nd favorite band) Ludo
My ancestors planted some sequoias by a road
I’ve driven down that road since I was born
Oh, never have you ever seen so many perfect evergreens
But I would chop them all down just for you
I have walked a million miles in a hundred pairs of shoes
In search of some universal truth
Well a deity just came to me and handed me a scroll to read
And I will gladly pass it on to you.
Anything for you
All of this is true
But the best story that I could ever tell
Is the one where I am growing old with you.
I was having rotten luck and nothing went my way
‘Til I stumbled on a clearing in the woods.
I found a town of leprechauns and grabbed each one for wishing on
But I would let them all go just for you.
I have crossed a natural plane and communed with the dead
But people always seem to want some proof.
No one even would believe, my love, that evil I got pictures of
But I would throw them all out just for you.
Anything for you
All of this is true
But the best story that I could ever tell
Is the one where I am growing old with you
My scar is from a polar bear, my curse is from a witch,
I’ve caught a giant squid in all the seven seas.
I’ve picked up rocks from distant moons astronomers will discover soon
But I would give them all back just for you.
I’ve gotten drunk and shot the breeze with kings of far off lands
They showed me wealth as far as I could see.
But their kingdoms seemed all shrivelly and they cried with jealousy
When I leaned in and told them about you.
I’d give up anything
(Anything for you)
I’d give it all
(All of this is true)
But the best story that I could ever tell
Is the one where I am growing old with you.
All I’ve ever wanted, see, was to tell you honestly
I’d do anything for you.
I’d do absolutely anything for you.
