kurt is excited

itsdanimotherfreakingglitter  asked:


I’m not saying that Kurt, Ram and Martha are in a polyamorous ghost relationship, but Kurt, Ram and Martha are totally in a polyamorous ghost relationship.

I got to meet Krist Novoselic (bass player from Nirvana) before the concert in Rainier last night of his new band, Giants in the Trees. I knew he was tall but had no idea how tall he was!! He was very nice and signed my Nevermind CD.


Interviewer: Have you ever got to meet anyone who would be your hero? Someone you were pleased to meet?

Kurt: Yeah, yeah. That’s kind of a positive side of being a rock n’ roll star. But um- no actually I’ve actually met Iggy Pop before we were rock n’ roll stars. Iggy Pop is pretty much the only person I’ve met that I really really admire and like.

Interviewer: And when you met him were you pleased?

Kurt: Yeah. It was excitement, you know, it was great. I didn’t ask him for an autograph. *laughs*  I tried not to bother him the way that I thought that I might be bothered. And then the other person is William Burroughs. I met him and I actually got to put out a record with him. 

i didn’t rlly like the art i did earlier so have another Homicidal Suicidal Lesbian
i’m so excited aaa

X-Men: Apocalypse



Not Much of a Looker

Originally posted by rswinther

Kurt Wagner x Reader

Not Much of a Looker

Prompt: Hey I’m new to your blog but rumour has it that you adore Nightcrawler too! He’s honestly my baby. Anyway can I request a Kurt x reader fic where the reader is blind and Kurt takes such good care of her like she’s a china doll, basically just fluff! Thank you sooo much!!!

Note: Welcome to my blog, my dear! You’ve entered amidst my Kurt craze, also called KURTPOCALYPSE. This is a hella cute prompt omg!

You waited in Professor Xavier’s office anxiously. You had just arrived at his school for mutants, dropped off after months of begging your parents to take you to a place you belonged. Of course, you never felt like you belonged anywhere, but it wasn’t because you were a mutant. It was because you were blind.

“One of the students should be here in a moment. He can show you around. He’s new here too, so he understands what it’s like to be the new kid,” Charles told you. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and fiddled with your walking stick. “I know you’re nervous. I can feel it, but the kids here, they understand what it’s like to be different. You’ll fit right in, I know it.”

“Thank you, Professor Xavier,” You smiled softly. You heard the creak of the door opening and felt a new presence enter the office.

“Professor?” asked a voice with a thick German accent. You couldn’t help but smile a little. You couldn’t see him, but he sure sounded cute…

“Ah yes. Kurt. Kurt, this is (Y/N) (L/N), our newest student.” Charles introduced. You waved, flashing a small smile. “(Y/N), Kurt Wagner,”

“Nice to meet you,” he greeted you. You nodded.


“Now um, Kurt,” Charles started to explain. “(Y/N) needs special assistance. You see, she’s-”

“Blind,” You finished for him, standing up from the chair. “I’m kind of a burden.”

“No, it’s no trouble,” Kurt said quickly. You heard a noise, and then felt his warmth beside you. “I’d be happy to help,”

“Great,” Charles smiled. “Kurt, you can give her the tour this hour instead of going to class, and then bring her to lunch with you.”

“All right,” he nodded. You retracted your walking stick to its portable size and stuck it in your purse.

“Could you um, give me your arm? It’s easier,” You asked.

“Of course,” He used his tail to guide your hands. You latched onto his bicep. You felt a jacket on his arm. Leather maybe? You couldn’t tell. Carefully, Kurt led you out of Charles office, narrating everything.

“Ve’re going zhrough zhe door,” He told you. “Zhere are steps here. Careful. One, two, three, one more. Zhere,”

“Thanks,” You smiled. “You’re great at this.”

“No problem.” He nodded. “You know, I know how you must feel, being left out. Most of the others here look almost human. I’m about zhe opposite of zhat.”



“I wouldn’t be able to tell.” You chuckled a little bit. “I don’t even know what I look like anymore,”

“You’re beautiful,” he blurted without thinking. Immediately, he began blushing. “I mean- watch out!”

“What? What is it?” you asked, stopping.

“Zhere vas a ball in zhe vay. One of zhe others must have left it. It’s gone now.”

“My hero,” you laughed.

“Vell, um, vould you like to go outside?” He offered. You nodded, figuring fresh air would do you both some good.

You felt the change in atmosphere as soon as you stepped through the doorway. And then there was a gust of wind and a new presence.

“Woah Kurt, found a girlfriend already?” asked the new voice. He spoke quickly.

“Peter, zhis is (Y/N),” Kurt introduced.

“Peter Maximoff, kind of a big deal around here.” he said. You chuckled. “So what’s the deal? Why are you clinging to Kurty boy?”

“I’m blind,” you told him.

“Oh. Well you’re not missing out. Kurt’s not much of a looker.” Peter teased playfully. Kurt whapped him with his tail. “Kidding, kidding.”

“Well, I’m not really much of a looker either, so…” you laughed, pointing to your eyes. Peter chuckled and Kurt smiled in amusement.

“Hey Kurt!” Jean greeted, walking up to the small cluster hand-in-hand with Scott. “Hi, you must be (Y/N),”


“I’m Jean Grey. This is Scott.”

“Hey,” Scott waved a little. “So you’re the new girl,”

“That’s me,” you nodded. “I’m also blind, so…”

“What’s your mutation?” asked Scott curiously.

“I can manipulate sound waves. The call me Echo.” You told them. “I mean, the blindness kind of came with it, but yeah.”

“Your mutation blinded you?” Jean asked with concern.


“Well, Kurt here will take care of you,” Jean smiled, watching Kurt look at you nervously. She could feel that he didn’t want to mess up, didn’t want you to get hurt. But he also didn’t want you to leave his side. “Come on Scott, let’s let them finish their tour.” She led Scott away, flashing Kurt a smile and winking.

Peter sped off too, leaving you and Kurt alone. He gulped nervously. You smirked. What a cutie.


It was well after dinner. You and Kurt were sitting on the couch in the living room together. Today had been fun. You felt really comfortable here, and you couldn’t wait to get to know Kurt more. But there was one thing that was nagging at you.

“Hey Kurt?”


“Could I…um…well, sometimes when I meet new people, feeling their face helps me build a better picture of what they look like.”

“Ah,” he nodded. You began to raise your hands, but he stopped you, grabbing your wrists.

“V-vait,” he paused. “Vhat if you…don’t like vhat you ‘see’?”

“Kurt,” you smiled sadly.

“I told you…I’m not exactly…normal looking.”

“Kurt,” You repeated softly. “I don’t care what you look like. I just want to ‘see’ you.”

“Okay,” he nodded, gulping nervously. He guided your soft hands to his cheeks. You gently felt his face, using your fingers to explore its surface. You smiled softly.

“You’re so intricate,” you whispered. He smiled softly, heat rising to his cheeks. Your fingers reached the tips of his pointed elf-like ears. “Awwww,”


“You have cute little elf ears!” you smiled. He chuckled.

“And a tail,” he flicked it, not that you could see.

“You certainly are something else, aren’t you?”

“Zhat’s one vay to put it,”

You yawned, exhausted from such a long day.

“Vould you like me to valk you to your room?” Kurt asked. You nodded, stretching. He took your hand and helped you off of the couch. And while he knew he could teleport right outside your bedroom door, he decided to take you all the way there.

“I kind of miss seeing sometimes. I miss color,” You sighed as he very carefully, very slowly helped you up the steps.  


“My favorite color was blue…” you remembered. Kurt smiled widely, giddy with excitement.

“It’s a good color,” he tried to play it cool, but you could hear the smile in his voice. He stopped in front of your dorm. “Here ve are,”

“Thank you, for everything,” You said. You thought about it for a second, but decided to go in for a hug. His heart was racing, eyes wide. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly.

“It’s no problem, liebe. Really.”

“Goodnight, Kurt.”

You kissed his cheek before opening the door and walking into the room you now shared with Jean and Ororo. Kurt stood in front of the door for a while, hand on his cheek, smiling like a fool. Peter zipped up and stood beside him, patting his shoulder.

“Yep buddy. You’re screwed.”

Part 2: http://imagine-marvel-12.tumblr.com/post/145321959987/not-much-of-a-looker-part-2 

Super Husbands

Summary: Blaine fails to mention what he’s really doing when he’s at the library “studying” night after night. But here’s the thing: Kurt already knows.

The title is very obviously a reference to the Flash/Supergirl song from the musical episode because, duh. :)

As always, beta’ed by my own personal superhero and superfriend @a-simple-rainbow. ♥

Rating: PG

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Kurt didn’t plan on telling Blaine what he knows that night but one thing leads to another, and Kurt’s secret about Blaine’s secret is out. Blaine just can’t lie to save a life, though Kurt has got to hand it to his husband – he saves lives like no other.

He’s kept his mouth shut so far, figured Blaine would come to him eventually, but now that he’s caught him red-handed – well, black-handed, technically, since the color scheme of Blaine’s suit is blue and black – he just can’t go on pretending that he buys Blaine’s lies about studying late at the library night after night.

“What are you doing there?” Kurt asks, sleepily yet horrified, as he walks into the bathroom and watches Blaine pull off his cape and cram it into the washing machine.

“Kurt!” Blaine flinches, turning around with an end of the cape still in his hand. “I- I… um, I was trying on a costume for…” He looks lost for a second, and his eyes light up when he finally thinks of something. “Halloween! Um, yeah, for Halloween.”

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Fic: Duet

Summary: Kurt Hummel has certainly complicated Blaine’s life. And it’s Blaine’s own fault. But still. He’s just not sure what to do. Duets. That is the Glee club assignment of the week. And that’s really what has gotten him into this mess.

After being beaten up at a dance for being gay, Blaine leaves his old school for McKinley - where he promises to jump right in - glee club, basketball, choir, even superhero club. But he will not come out. Not until college. He’ll just manage and thrive knowing it’s just two years away. Kurt Hummel was not part of the plan.

Loosely based on the prompt: “Why are you so clingy people will think we’re dating- I know we are but you’re the one who wants it to be secret you moron!” AU

Words: 4100

Rating: Mature

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Kurt Hummel has certainly complicated Blaine’s life. And it’s Blaine’s own fault. But still. He’s just not sure what to do.

Blaine has known he was gay since he was 11. It was nothing earth shattering or terrifying really. More like a ‘Huh. okay. I guess that’s me,’ when he was watching Dawson’s Creek and there was actually a gay kid on his screen.  He knew that that’s who he would be one day.

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Klaine fic - “The Summoning - Part 2″ (Rated NC17)

Kurt has just been jilted by his long-time boyfriend for the last time, and he’s going to do something about it. (2851 words this chapter)

So, I know that this story has kind of been on hiatus, but after seeing Darren Criss as The Music Meister on The Flash, it kind of kicked my brain back into gear. I hope to have more of this up when I can, but I hope you enjoy this second part. Let me know in the tags. The more comments I get, the more I’ll write <3 Inspired by the photo above. Warnings for sexual content, what might be considered dub-con but not entirely, and mention of Finn (alive and well).

Part 1

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“Who … who are you?” Kurt pulls his hand from the man’s grasp and a strange spark of pain arises from letting go. Kurt’s hand wants to go back, wants to hold this man’s hand. Still, Kurt takes a step back, then another as he thinks of a way to escape. What spell can he use? What incantation will distract this man so he can make a break for it? “Why are you here?”

“Like I said,” the man says, picking debris off the sleeves of his black coat, “my name is Blaine. And I’m here because you summoned me.”

“Th-that’s … that’s impossible,” Kurt argues, walking backward through the door to his living room. If he can make it to the fire escape, then maybe … “I’m … I’m not strong enough to summon a person.”

“Oh darling” - Blaine smiles, sinister but sensual, dangerous yet dapper - “you have no idea how strong you truly are.”

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Hi, I’m the moody, bohemian member of the group. blonde frontman. the sensetive artist type.
I like: pasta, turtles, girls with weird eyes, writing, reading, keeping my mouth shut, cake decorating, horse back riding, gun cleaning, Sally Struthers impersonations, pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, buttfucking, accupuncture, painting, friends, cats, goats, mo-hair sweaters, cultivating a fine army of facial blemishes, scarification, playing music with my band, my wife, my family and all of the people with whom our band works with.
—  Kurt Cobain, in his journal.

kate-dammit-run  asked:

So I'm working on your Patty/Kurt prompt but I thought why not throw one your way while we're at it. If you want to. Kurt seeing the tattoo of his name on Jane's back for the first time after they get together. So yeah. That's it. 😬

A/N: thank you for this beautiful prompt @kate-dammit-run! This probably isn’t exactly what you had in mind for it but somehow I got this idea of Kurt and Jane having a kind of wordless, silent, soulmate moment about her tattoos stuck in my brain and it wouldn’t go away so I just went with it…And YAY for more Patty/Kurt! So excited.

(Fics for the new @blindspothiatusproject challenge probably coming sometime next week!)

in the light

Kurt stirs awake and rolls over, reaching for Jane to pull her close. Now that she’s here with him, he wants to hold her close and never let go. If it were up to him, they might never leave this bed.

But it seems Jane has other ideas this morning as he finds the spot next to him empty. As he opens his eyes, he sees her standing at the window, gazing out as the sun rises in the distance.

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Klaine fic “Take Me Over” - Hurt Me So I Won’t Hurt Anymore” (Rated NC17)

After something horrible happens, Blaine needs Kurt’s help. He needs his Dom’s help. But, in the end, even though Kurt means everything to Blaine, Kurt can’t give him what he needs.

Instead, it comes from a slightly unexpected source. (7506 words)

Written for the Take Me Over verse, but it can be read and appreciated alone. Dom Kurt, sub Blaine, mention of D/s situations (cock and ball torture, forced orgasm, bondage, whipping, slut shaming), hurt/comfort, angst. There are a lot of unique elements in here including a sub initiated scene, a one-day addendum to their contract, Kurt failing at fulfilling what he feels to be an easy request as a Dominant, plus their family dynamic. And I’ve been working on it for over a year so it would just be nice if people read it. :)

Collage by @freakingpotter <3

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“Okay, Mr. Anderson, if you would just sign here … and here … and initial here … there you are. Thank you very much.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said, taking his envelope from the delivery man. “Have a nice day.”

“You, too.”

“What is it? What is it? What is it?” Kurt sang, racing in just as Blaine shut the front door. Kurt had been lured to the house all the way from his studio in the backyard by the doorbell. He cut two clients short in his haste, a snafu that Nick was currently in the process of patching up.

But that’s what Kurt paid Nick for - with money, but more importantly, with crepes and cupcakes.

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Elemental Mood S-wings

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Originally posted by livingstills

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x female!Reader
Author: R
Prompt: “Hey there is was wondering if you could make a one-shot where the reader has butterfly wings that materialized to an element depending what mood she is in. There Kurt thinks it’s a pretty sight to see.”
Note: Thanks so much for requesting! This was super fun to write and the idea behind it is hella cool. Sorry if you were expecting Lewis to do this, and sorry that it took so long! Enjoy :b

Sun was beating down on the Xavier mansion. It was a gorgeous day, a faint breeze rustled the surrounding trees as the kids of the school ran around. Everyone was meant to be in class, but with such a beautiful day after weeks of rain, storms, and just generally unpleasant weather, the Professor decided that today should just be a day of ‘outdoor classes for everyone’. Sitting on a bench, I had a perfect view on everything and everyone around. You have the kids sitting on the bricks nearest the mansion, actually working, the odd couple ‘hiding’ in the forest obviously making out, and others just having fun with their friends.

I stretched, relishing the feeling and lay across the wooden seat. Pulling a book onto my lap I began flicking through the pages. The light here was perfect for reading, bright enough for the text to be easily seen but dim enough that you didn’t have to squint or block out the rays.

Faint sounds of crunching leaves filled the air as my wings turned opal green. Turning my head, I saw the butterfly shapes solidifying. It had been a while since they were like this, but with all that had been happening the last month or so – horrible weather, a teacher being nearly killed in an huge blast, said blast being the school exploding, the list goes on – it was pretty understandable that I couldn’t find any time to be at peace. I turned back to my book only to find 4 faces looking at me. Letting out a surprised “Oh!”, I nearly throwing the novel in my hand at them.

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