for me this is blaine's song

Greek Tragedy (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Pairing: Peter Parker x Actor!Reader

Warning: None
Summary: Y/n is in the school play and Peter is on the tech crew, that is, until the main lead gets in a bit of an accident and Y/n tries to convince Peter to take his place, since Peter had been the one helping Y/n go over lines for so long
Author: Dizzy
A/N: You guys, I’m back! I have missed you all! I have been totally swamped with school stuff and personal issues, but now that I’m on summer break, I am back in action! This song is inspired by “Greek Tragedy” by the Wombats

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“Y/n, slow down, please.” Peter begged as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Blaine, he broke his leg after falling off his motorcycle yesterday and we don’t have anyone to play the roll of Oedipus.” You stammered while you tried to finish your make up. “Crap! I’m late for rehearsal!”

“But you’re half ready!” Peter replied. 

“Just grab my purse and shove all my make up in it! I’ll do it in the cab. Let me just get my dress on.” You said quickly, not caring to cover yourself as you tore off your shirt and shorts before you put on the sleek white dress you always wore to rehearsals.

You looked back at Peter and were surprised when his eyes met yours while you zipped up your dress. You couldn’t help but feel a blush rise to your cheeks as you tore your eyes away from Peter and you felt his eyes still linger, sending your heart into a turmoil of fast beatings.

“Are you ready?” You asked quietly, pulling your shoes on and heading towards the door. 

“Y-yeah. You?” 

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be. Bex is gonna be pissed that we’re late though.”

“Who cares? She’s always pissed off about something.”

You laughed, the cheerful sound like a happy tune in Peter’s ears. “You’re right. But, she’s incredibly pissed that we don’t have an Oedipus for our Greek tragedy.”

“Why don’t you guys just get Duke to do it?” Peter asked before hailing a cab.

“Because Duke couldn’t even be a good tree if he tried. Plus, he doesn’t even know the lines and can’t learn them in under a week.” You explained, a bit exasperated as you climbed into the cab, Peter following close behind.

“Don’t you guys have an understudy?”

“We used to, but Lucas dropped out of the production last month. If only we could find someone that knew the lines…” You trailed off as you tapped a finger dramatically against your chin. 

“Y/n… don’t you dare ask…”

“Peter,” You started, placing a hand on your friend’s, “will you be a dear and please play Oedipus? You know all the lines since you helped me practice for Jocasta.” 

The look you gave Peter, the little puppy eyes you always gave when you wanted something made his stomach turn and his head turn loose. He couldn’t say no to something like that. Could he play Oedipus? Or could he chicken out and play the Spiderman card to duck out of it? It had meant so much to you, and he didn’t have the heart to say no. 

That was went a light sting set his skin on fire as you slapped his face lightly, knocking the sense out of him. 

“You have two seconds to say yes or no, cause we’re here.”

“I’ll do it.”

You gasped and grinned brightly, a grin that seemed to cause Peter to have an arrhythmia. “You’ll do it?! Oh, darling, you’re the best!”

You quickly threw your arms around him before tumbling out of the cab, dragging Peter behind you. You pushed open the doors to the theater and let out a sigh. 

“Sorry I’m late! But, it seems as though I found us a new Oedipus!”

“Seriously, Y/n?!” Bex, your director, exclaimed, approaching you and Peter. “I was gonna be pissed that you were late, but this news cleans the slate. Who’d you find?”

“Peter.” You stated, motioning towards the boy as you released his hand from yours. 

Peter took a quick glance down at his now empty hand before looking up at Bex. “I know I’m not the acting type, but I know all the words, if that helps anything.”

“God, kid, you’re a life saver. I honestly could kiss you right now, but for now, that’s Y/n’s job because we are just going over a kissing scene with Oedipus and Jocasta.” Bex explained as both you and Peter turned red. “Don’t just stand there! Let’s get to it!”

As you and Peter made your way to the stage, he gave you a look. “I can’t believe you made me to do this.” 

You looked at him innocently, using a matching tone. “What do you mean? I didn’t make you do anything.”

“Oh, don’t play that game with me, Y/n.” Peter stated. “You know your magic eyes got me to do this.”

“Oh, magic eyes you say? I didn’t realize I was that beautiful.” You said jokingly. 

“You don’t realize a lot of things.” Peter replied, getting into his position.

You raised a confused brow and opened your mouth to ask what he meant by that when he started to rehearse the scene, inch by inch getting closer before you even realized that his lips were on yours. 

The chemistry between you was the first thing that shocked you, not how soft his lips were or how strong his arms were as they wrapped around you. Your character was strong, but your knees had gone weak and your head had gone loose and all the while, Peter was going over how much he hated his part and loved the ecstasy your shared kiss had given him. 

Time may had slowed for you, but it went on for the world as you two pulled away, and your crew erupted into heartfelt applause. 

“Amazing! Just amazing!” Bex exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any couple of people play the parts with that much emotion as you two just did. 

You blushed and nudged Peter, who was too busy coming down from the high that he was on to notice. “Well, Peter and I are glad you liked it. We’re really happy to be part of this production. Right, Peter.”

“You got it.”

“Well, why don’t you two take five, go over some notes while the crew and I set up the next scene?”

“Sure thing, boss.” You smiled before turning to Peter. “So, what’d you think? This acting thing isn’t so bad, now is it?”

“It’s not so bad when I get to kiss the girl of my dreams.” Peter stated before he turned red and stammered. “I-I mean, yeah, acting’s not so bad when I get to share the stage with my friend.”

You gasped quietly before your smile turned into a grin and you let out a laugh. “That was a terrible save, Peter. But, a cute attempt nonetheless.” You took a step towards the boy so that only an inch of space was between your chests. “How about we practice that kiss some more, maybe over dinner?”

comet thoughts yay!

- Nick Cholski deserves more appreciation! he handed out our pierogies and he is such a sweetheart I almost died. I have a whole new appreciation for Dolokhov now just seeing the production

- sitting on the stage was the best idea ever. I could see everything and interact with the actors. Marya’s dress touched my best friend multiple times.

- Denee (Natasha) is the most adorable human being ever to exist. I am in love (dear, I am in love)

- Charming was amazing live, I would die for Amber Gray multiple times I am very gay

- Speaking of gay the sexual tension between Mary and Natasha during Natasha and the Bolkonskys was so real and I am a firm MaryNat shipper now

- Blaine played Andrey/Bolkonsky today and he was INCREDIBLE! he brings a whole new light to the character

- Bolkonsky’s wig fell off during Private and Intimate Life and I’m not sure if that’s a normal thing that happens but it was hilarious

- I never noticed how much of a total dick Andrey was during Pierre and Andrey but damn! I know he’s heartbroken but I just… I couldn’t.

- Brittain (Sonya) gave me a letter during Letters and I’ll post it later but I think she saw me mouthing along to the song lmao

- Dave Malloy. holy hell. he got at least 5 minutes of applause after Dust and Ashes and he deserved it. Pierre is a poor sad baby and I love him and he needs to be protected my man

anyways tumblr is glitching so this is just part one I have so many more thoughts

One-shot Fic: The Chase

PG-13 | Humor | Romance | Skank!Kurt | College AU

Based on the prompt: “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you” AU

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Birthday gift for @notthetoothfairy! Yes, bish, I wrote you something smooshing together 3 things I knew you’d like - that prompt, college AU and skank Kurt. And i fucking studied your gorgeous blog for it! Love ya, bish. I’m sorry for the typos, but i couldn’t have my beta look at this one before posting ;)

I hope you like!!!!(I’d put a hugging gif or smtg but that would make the post fucking ginormous)


Kurt likes to think he keeps it classy. Despite the leather, and the ripped jeans, and the dyed hair, and the motorcycle – he keeps it classy. He doesn’t holler at people as he drives by, he disposes of his cigarettes butts properly; he makes sure his bike makes the normal and indispensible amount of sound when speeding up, and he just generally minds his own business. He may be… badass, but he’s kept his class. And, I mean, he’s a college freshman showing up to campus on a sweet ass ride. He doesn’t care what others think (hasn’t since he was a sophomore and discovered the wonders of steel tip boots and detachment), but if he did, he knows they’d think he looks equal parts intimidating and cool. Badass with class.

And that, right up there on the sidewalk walking towards campus, is a great ass he has class with.

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Clinging to This Hating Game: Epilogue + Masterpost

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine (we’re a bit past high school now, though)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings (for the story overall):  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex. 
Warnings (for the Epilogue): Schmoop.
Word Count: ~1350 (this chapter)

AO3

AO3 link Chapter 9

On tumblr : Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7,Ch 8

Notes:

Thanks to @mshoneysucklepink for helping me drive this thing. She’s really the best beta a gal could want.

This is the end :-). Thanks for the support!

Epilogue

“Kurt! We are going to be late!” Blaine stood near the door to Kurt’s apartment, jingling keys in his pocket. After two years Kurt’s ‘get ready’ time seemed to be getting longer rather than shorter.

“I’m almost ready!” Kurt’s voice sing-songed out of the bedroom.

Blaine zipped up their respective tuxedo bags, triple checking that they each had everything they needed. “That’s good because it would not look good for both the Best Man and the Man of Honor to be late for the wedding.”

“Whatever.” Kurt came sailing out of the bedroom, looking stunning in a pair of cloud patterned jeans and a plain white button down that somehow emphasized Kurt’s shoulders so well Blaine’s mouth actually watered. “Mercedes will just think we were fooling around and lost track of time.”

Blaine smirked. “And she would be right. Hey -” He pulled Kurt in for a quick kiss. “You look gorgeous.”

“Mmmm, so do you.” Blaine’s heart skipped a tiny beat when Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, deepening the kiss. “But you always look gorgeous.”

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A Shoulder to Lean On

This is for @fictionallylost. It ought to have been finished by your birthday and posted as a birthday present, but I’m slow, so I’m a few days late - sorry!

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Blaine installed himself in his window seat with a happy sigh. He was exhausted and his head throbbed painfully, so he wanted nothing more than to sleep until they reached Ohio. He folded his sweatshirt into a makeshift pillow, laid his head against it and drifted off at once.

He woke up to loud voices, and winced.

“No respect for celebrities these days,” a woman whined. “A window seat, that’s all I ask! But no… ‘Wait until everyone is seated, ma’am. Then we’ll see if there’s a window seat left for you.’ Ugh!”

“Rachel, you’re blocking the aisle. Come, let’s sit down in our seats, and you can swap afterwards.”

The second voice was high and clear, and Blaine appreciated the no-nonsense tone. He felt the both of them sit down next to him, and hoped they’d stay quiet now. No such luck.

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« Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special. » 

- Wham!, Last Christmas

[2x12 - Silly Love Songs / 3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas]

(Via april09th2011)

Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/


WARNING: Seduction…?


Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

Klaine Valentines Challenge Drabble - “Come up to Meet You” (Rated T)

When Blaine Anderson meets Kurt on the streets of New York, Blaine can’t believe his eyes. He’s been waiting to meet Kurt in the flesh for so long. The only problem is that Kurt can’t fathom why … or how Blaine knows who he is. (1559 words)

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge Prompt Day 2 “Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop”

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“Kurt? Kurt Hummel?”

Kurt plucks the earbud out of his left ear when he hears his name weave in between songs.

“Is that really you?”

Kurt, who had stopped outside of Starbucks to check his text messages, looks up as a young man approaches, eyes widening beneath enviably long, dark lashes, staring at Kurt as if Kurt was Clark Gable reincarnate.

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You tricked me ...

Word count:754
Sebastian Smythe
Glee
Authors note: clearly still not over sebastian, grant is too attractive

I was walking around McKinley texting my boyfriend Sebastian Smythe. I know what your thinking “he’s gay!” “you’re dating the enemy” blah blah blah. My fellow glee clubbers don’t know about Sebastian and he swings both ways, apparently, but I’m his first girlfriend. We’ve been together for about 3 months and things are going great. We see each other as much as we can without anybody finding out and between both of our rehearsals, it helps that he’s captain of the warblers so if he has to cancel rehearsals or something he can, although i tell him not to. 

I head straight for glee club and sit in my usual spot at the back. 10 minutes goes by and I’m still texting Sebastian. The music stops and the room goes silent so I lift my head to see what’s going on. Everyone is staring at me. 

“what?” I say confused. Everyone sighs. 
“have you been listening at all? We need to come up with good songs to beat the warblers at sectionals… You were supposed to think of a song for the girls” I blush looking down. 
“sorry, I’ve been so busy” I say quietly. They all look at me disappointed. 
“come on we’re going to the auditorium, the warblers want to meet there” Blaine says. I perk up immediately. 
“The Warblers? why?” I say excitedly, grabbing my bag and chasing after everyone. 
“i don’t know, they said they had something to show us” Mercedes replies. I nod and think about why Sebastian hadn’t mentioned anything. 

When we get to the  auditorium the warblers are there, but Jeff is holding Sebastian by the arm on stage while the others sit down, he looks incredibly nervous. 

“sit down and watch the screen” Nick says pressing play on the remote. We do and stay silent watching. I look at Sebastian and he mouths ‘i’m sorry’ and i instantly get nervous. 

The video starts playing and I recognize it straight away as 2 nights ago when  Sebastian was helping me to perfect a dance routine for our sectionals. After finishing the dance I run up to him and he catches me and we kiss. Some of the glee club gasp. The video cuts to Sebastian and a couple of warblers sitting around. 

-video-
“do you really think you can do it?” Trent says. Sebastian smirks.
“yeah of course I can, one month I can date her get all the info for sectionals and then drop her, easy” 
-end-

My hand is pressed against my mouth in shock and my eyes are filled with tears. Sebastian was looking at me with tears lining his own face.The room is silent as I stand up and walk up to the stage heading straight for Sebastian. 

“THREE MONTHS! three months has been a lie” I yell not caring about the crowd and the tears pouring down my face. He tries to grab my hand but I yank it back folding my arms. 
“It hasn’t! The first week or two yeah but I really started to fall for you, I ended the bet months ago, I didn’t tell them a single thing you told me, I promise.” He begs. 
“I can’t believe I ever trusted you.You tricked me into falling in love with you”  i scream. 
“”love?” a mix of his hoarse whisper and some members of the glee clubs shouting. I turn to walk away but he grabs my hand. I pull it away and slap his face, the force is that hard that his head whips to the side. He doesn’t seem that bothered by it but I back away shocked with myself and run away. I get all the way outside and hear a mass amount of footsteps. It has gotten dark by now. I’m to angry to realize but I run out onto the road and see bright lights coming towards me but strong arms wrap around my waist at the last second and pull me back. 

I breath in out out quickly trying to calm down. I turn to my saviour and hug him.
“this is 100% real for me, I’m sorry it wasn’t in the beginning but you are everything to me, I love you too” He says holding me close. I hear gasps around me and smile pulling away. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys… If I had told you, you wouldn’t have accepted it.” 
“no we wouldn’t have” Kurt interjects but laughs afterwards. I cuddle farther into Sebastian looking around at my friends.  

anonymous asked:

So I'm just watching "Thinking Out Loud" video and can you imagine this: Blaine as Ed, and Kurt as choreographer who came up with this dance. They have a late in night rehearsal and you can literally touch the tension between them. And then there's that one move, too close, too intimate and BOOM! they're kissing and oh I gave myself feelings *___*

Kurt still thinks it’s a prank as he opens the door to the studio.

There is no way that he has actually been called to choreograph Blaine Fucking Anderson’s latest video.

Not to look down on him and his dancing studio, it’s just a fact:

Stars of Blaine Anderson’s status don’t go to Brooklyn’s choreograph for a music video–they go to big names, famous dancers and acclaimed professionals.

Not … him.

But it is Blaine Fucking Anderson standing in the middle of a beautiful factory-turned-loft, wearing a somehow loose but fitting shirt–there is some kind of black magic at work here–and snug sweatpants that leave nothing to Kurt’s vivid imagination.

A blond man approaches Kurt, and he reads enough gossip magazines (shush, it’s a professional occupation) to recognize Blaine Anderson’s occasional lyricist and best friend, Sam Evans. “Mr. Hummel!” the man exclaims, shaking Kurt’s hand enthusiastically. “So glad you could make it.”

Kurt shakes his hand back and can’t help but smile at his energy. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” he replies, looking behind Sam at Blaine who is warming up with a look of focus.

Damn he’s attractive–no wonder he has so many fan groups.

Not that Kurt doesn’t have his own little group of followers on the different social media, but they do not compare with Blaine’s.

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great comet 8/29/17

so i saw comet last night and these are some of the highlights:
-brittain gave me a pierogi and noticed my helene cosplay
-summaya poked me with her violin bow and said “NYET”
-dave walked right past me in prologue
-I FINALLY SAW NICK CHOKSI AND LEMME JUST SAY 😍😍😍
-i love dave he was amazing as pierre he’s definitely my favorite pierre now
-DENEE WAS LIKE LITERALLY A FOOT AWAY FROM ME AT ONE POINT LIKE I COULD LITERALLY REACH OUT AND TOUCH HER
-private & intimate life happened right in front of me, bolkonsky’s chair was like right over by where i sat
-i was also so close to the doors™
-s a y s t h e m e a n o l d m a n i n h i s u n d e r t h i n g s
-DENEE BLESSED ME ONCE AGAIN IN NO ONE ELSE
-marya’s fucking shoes man
-the sonyakhov content in the opera was 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻
-ANATOLE’S ENTRANCE HAPPENED RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND THE GIRL IN FRONT OF ME HAD THE OPERA KISS SEAT, I WAS JEALOUS OF HER FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT
-seriously man have i mentioned i love anatole kuragin/lucas steele
-lucas literally had me melting, i was thirstin so bad over him
-the duel was hilarious, especially when reed kissed my ear, and blaine sat next to
me, pointed to helene, and said “SHES A SLUT, ITS ALL HER FAULT”
-nick’s psychotic hopping
-after seeing him i daresay i think i’m falling in love with nick choksi
-DAVE’S DUST AND ASHES. OH MY GOD. I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE BLESSED IN MY LIFE. HE FUCKING SLAYED IT WOW
-there’s not much to be said about sunday morning it was great tho
-CHARMING AS USUAL WAS GAY AS FUCK, both in the song itself and the fact that it made me gay
-the ball, man. have i mentioned i love anatole kuragin?
-I GOT NOT ONE BUT TWO (2) LETTERS, ONE FROM BILLY AND ONE FROM LULU
-anatole’s love letter is still the hottest thing i’ve ever witnessed
-the passion that denee puts into sonya & natasha wow
-i cried at sonya alone
-P R E P A R A T I O N S
-anatole kept walking right in front of me during preparations it was lit
-grace gave me an egg shaker
-THE FUCKING GREEN COAT™ MAN
-the green coat™ touched me and i died
-wowowow i love the abduction
-i raised my comet cup up when lucas said “raise a glass”
-he held the “WHOOOOOAAAAAAH” for like aN ENTIRE FUCKING MINUTE HOW DOES HE DO THAT
-we sang along on the “whooooooahs” and the second “goodbye my gypsy lovers”
-GRACE SCREAMED IN MY FACE DURING IN MY HOUSE I DIED
-brittain sat right in front of me, so that my foot was touching her ass, i laughed
-oh my god a call to pierre is the best
-i was lowkey terrified during pierre & anatole like dave had such anger and passion and lucas looked terrified 👌🏻👌🏻
-FOR PETERSBUUUUUUUURRRRRRRG
-pierre & andrey, also known as god i love nicholas belton. seriously tho he was 👌🏻
-nEVER S P E A K O F T H A T A G A I N
-i cried in both pierre & natasha and the great comet of 1812, dave was so good and i also realized it would be my last time seeing the show, i was so depressed :(
-one of the violinists in the orchestra remembered me from last time i saw it
-I MET THE FUCKING PRODUCER
-the stagedoor was so great
-lucas didn’t come out, neither did nick, grace, or brittain, (or amber and denee but they never come out) but everyone else came out
-GELSEY REMEMBERED ME FROM LAST TIME, I COMPLETELY FUCKING DIED
-i told kennedy i was the one who made that helennedy drawing and she said she loved it and that i was very talented i cri
-nicholas tried to sign his letter, not realizing it was for him to keep, and then i told him it was for him to keep and he was like “i’ll open it later, i don’t want to embarrass you” I LOVE HIM
-paul, reed, shoba, josh c, summaya, ashley, and brad also came out and they were all so nice
-i think shoba skipped me tho idk why :(
-ashley didn’t technically stagedoor but she came out and i told her she was great
-i was kinda sad lucas and nick didn’t come out but lucas walked past me like 8 times during the show and at least i got to meet him last time
-basically if i didn’t meet someone this time i met them last time and vice versa so i got to meet pretty much everyone (except for grace, nick, amber, and denee)
-i’m sad i never got to meet nick choksi tho bUT AT LEAST I GOT TO SEE HIM THIS TIME I WANTED TO MEET HIM THO RIP I GUESS I NEVER WILL :(
-everyone loved my cosplay as well as my letters, a few people noticed me from last time, i met 3 of my internet friends, and i was noticed as the great comet superfan, it was lit and i was eternally shook
-i was gonna get a poster and have them all sign it but they were out of posters :(

Klaine Valentines Challenge Drabble - “Outside In” (Rated G)

There’s a man that Kurt’s been trying to work up the courage to meet, but what Kurt doesn’t know is that there’s a possibility that the feeling’s mutual. (1508 words)

Written for the Klaine Valentines Challenge 2017 prompt “Your Song”.

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Oof! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!”

“No, I’m sorry. I should look where I’m going.”

“Well, so should I, so I guess we’re both at fault.” Kurt kneels down to pick up his dropped books, a few of them being handed to him while he shuffles through a mess of papers that are part his sheet music and part someone else’s Music Theory notes. He passes the notes along to their owner, peeking up and smiling at a set of hazel eyes he’s seen more than once, a pair of rosy lips he’s envied time and again, and a face he’s wanted to find the nerve to talk to, but hadn’t yet.

This isn’t the way that Kurt wanted to meet this man, colliding with him on his way out of the NYADA campus coffee shop, but he’s not exactly complaining.

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Can I make a post where I can only talk of how much I’m proud of Darren? Because right now I have all this proud inside me that I really need to write otherwise I’ll cry lol.

He really started from nothing. All those years ago when he was doing cover of Disney songs on YouTube and MySpace, he really didn’t know that a few years later he would portray a major and  very difficult character on television surrounded by a great cast and crew.

He did so much in the last few years from Glee that really gave him everything and at the same time his Blaine and the Klaine gave to the world everything as well. Klaine become a huge, important and international relationship that made literally the story of the television and opened up so much the lgbt world all because of his character and Chris’s.

He did concerts, his very first Broadway show, movies, and an entire tour that arrived even in Europe. Then he realized is dream with Hedwig, returning to Broadway for the second time, and he interpretated it for two times. He started his new band with his brother and he’s working on his music.

He accomplished so many things he an such short amount of ime and I can to not be proud of him. He’s an amazing actor, singer and musician. He’s just an incredible person and he really deserve so many great things that I’m sure he’ll have.

So so so proud of him. 

Since You’ve Been Gone -- A Brittana Valentine’s Semi AU (Updated Daily Until Valentine’s Day)

A daily (until Valentine’s Day) updated work! “It’s been one year since Brittany stormed out of the door and left Santana to head to New York City. Things had been looking good for the pair with their wedding day only a few weeks away, but when Brittany got a new job in New York that would have meant a fast track for her career, Santana let fear keep her on the West Coast. On the anniversary of their engagement (and with the help of her friends Mercedes and Sugar), Santana has to put everything on the line to win Brittany back, and show her how much she’s missed her since she’s been gone.”


The phone had been ringing for about 45 seconds before Santana managed to untangle herself from the blanket, dig under one pillow (wrong one), another (another wrong one), and then finally flip herself upside down and slide a hand under a bed. It stopped ringing and she pulled it blurrily up to her face.

“Goddamit.”

‘One Missed Call’ flashed harshly back at her. Of course, she should have been up. It was almost ten. But her job kept her up late most nights, and she’d gotten used to sleeping in, even on her days off. The call looked like it was from Mercedes, and she wondered what her friend would have to tell her in the middle of the day. She’s rubbed a hand through her thick, dark hair. Mercedes had only been back in the States a couple of months, but they wanted her for a production of Dreamgirls. She’d killed it in the West End for the past year, and now investors were scrambling to get some of her talent across the pond. She smiled thinking about Mercedes. She was so proud of her. In the meantime, the rehearsals had been running her friend ragged. She barely had time to chat as opening night got closer, but Santana had understood. She was about to call Mercedes back when the phone began ringing in her hand. She nearly dropped it again, before getting her bearing, and pressing Accept.

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Klaine one-shot - “Come to the Cabaret!” (Rated NC17)

Blaine has big plans for his and Kurt’s first weekend alone in the loft, plans that turn out to be a little bit racier than Kurt ever dreamed his sweet, dapper boyfriend would make. Kurt does his best to help pull them off, but they hit one little snafu … (2138 words)

Takes place Blaine’s senior year of high school while Kurt’s living in New York. Written for @sunshineoptimismandangels, inspired by her one-shot Santa Baby, which you should all go and read (after you read mine xD)

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“Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it?”

“Hold on, Blaine!” Kurt chuckles, switching his messenger bag strap and his phone to his left shoulder in order to get his keys out of his right pants pocket. “I just got home! I’m not even inside yet!”

“Was there anything outside the door?” Blaine asks.

“No, but there wasn’t anything in the mailbox, either, so Rachel might have brought the mail in before she went to work. I told her after our last call that you would be sending me something so she knew to look out for it.”

“Well, tell me if you see a box anywhere when you get inside.”

“A box?” Kurt slides the loft door open and takes a quick look around. “You didn’t say anything about a box. How big a box are we talking about?”

“Not too big,” Blaine promises. “About the size of small moving box maybe?”

“I don’t see …” Kurt’s search stops in the kitchen. “Wait a minute … yup, here it is, on the kitchen table.” Kurt looks over the box, plain and brown, with nothing printed on it that would give Kurt a clue as to what might be inside. “Please tell me this one’s not full of puppets like the last one.”

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