now i run off to cry

I am afraid
of the fact
that I am not crying when
the poet with the fire breathing lips steps off the stage
that I am not breathing fire
that I don’t know how
I am afraid
of being dry to the touch
like a wall
or a mirror
simply existing
quiet and shallow and unremarkable
you could run your fingers down me and
come away with nothing more than a little dust
on the tips
I should be made of paint
or sand
layers upon layers upon layers
complex
and marking everything I touch
—  A.O.A.M. || By Now
Fights (TylerxReader)

Plot: Tyler and Reader get into a heated fight. Reader than goes out to clear her mind.

“You could have done something about it! Instead you just sat there flirting? Wow.. how low can you get in a Matter of 10 minutes?” I yelled. Tears threatening to spill. I refuse to cry. I blink it back I was brave.

“Wow, I was flirting? What were you doing, just getting ‘Friendly’ with that other guy Y/N? I don’t think so!” He yelled trying to overpower my voice from being heard.

“Listen to me Tyler I was not flirting, I was trying to get him off me for your Information. I have nothing to prove to you because I did nothing wrong. What’s your excuse? Did undressing each other with your eyes not work?” I just wanted to run right now.

•♡•♡• Flash Back to the bar •♡•♡•

The man clearly wanted to go home with you. I didn’t want that. I tried pushing him off of me. He wouldn’t stop. I looked at(Okay this is not a thing Tyler would do but go with it) Tyler who was clearly getting comfortable with a blonde haired girl.

They were so close to each other that the only thing separating them was their clothes. I kicked the guy where the sun don’t shine and walked towards Tyler and the blonde. As I got closer I could tell he had Lust in his eyes. I was so pissed off that when I was next to the blonde I grabbed the girls drink and dumped it on her head.

“Welp looks like you can have him now since he’s single.” I stated. I looked at Tyler his eyes showed anger. Was he really going to walk out of the bar without me and with a different girl?

I walked out and held up my middle finger towards Tyler and smiled. I went to an alley just in case Tyler ran out to find you he wouldn’t see you. I called Josh to pick you up.

“Josh could you pick me up please?“ My voice was weak due to you are holding back tears.

“Yea, sure. What happened?” He asked truly sounding concerned.

“I’ll tell you later I don’t think I could talk.” I said as a single tear fell from your beautiful (Eye color) eyes, that we’re now clouded with tears. I hung up the phone after telling Josh where you were. I looked around expecting to find Tyler looking for me.

I found nothing. Not a soul in sight. The sun set was dark. Not as colorful as it usally was. Clouds forming and surrounding the sky blocking out the fading sun. As if on cue a rain drop fell from the sky.

Mixing my tears with the rain. Not more than two minutes later it was almost a storm. The rain was falling so hard it almost made me jump. It was cold the wind was blowing up my shirt making I shiver. I heard an engine roar. His car. You thought.

“Wow, not only did he do me dirty he left me in the rain.” I frowned.

Josh pulled up by the curve a few moments later. I was freezing. Josh jumped out of the car ruining his gorgeous brown hair. He ran towards you with a blanket.

“Y/n I am so sorry.” Josh didn’t know what happened and still was there for you. He was your best friend. I could depend on him to catch me if I were falling. He would always be there. If it took you a million years for you fall he wouldn’t move an inch.

“Josh…H-he almost took someone else home.” I looked deep into his puppy eyes. They looked sad at the words that just came out of my mouth. He looked at me with the same amount of sadness and just kept hugging you. He kissed my forehead and rested his chin on top of my head whilst keeping his arms secure around my waist.

~{♡-♡}~ End of Flash back~{♡-♡}~

“Yea, whatever you say!” He said sarcasm dripping from his words. “Y/n sure this was all a misunderstanding, right? I don’t think so.”

“Tyler, I really don’t care if you believe me right now. I just want you to understand that I did nothing wrong and you tried to take matters into your own hand and tried to get back at me for something I didn’t even do. That hurts. That hurts like hell.” I said letting rears fall freely from your eyes.

“Why are you such a pain in the ass Y/n?” He asked “That’s what I hate about you, you over exaggerate things that are so little.

Than you try and accuse me of flirty whilst you were sluting around with some other dude.” I knew he didn’t mean it but it hurt like hell to hear those words from the one you loved. I looked at him. Not believing what you just heard.

“Y/n I didn’t mean that!” He yelled as I ran out the door and jumping in the car. My tears were once again coming out for the second time tonight.

“Please, I love you Y/n” was the last thing I heard before driving off into the foggy night. I just needed time to cool off. I wanted this to work but I just didn’t know anymore. He’s been so distant lately and going to the bar was your idea. All I wanted is the Tyler that told you he loved me every night and morning.

He would always cuddle you like it was the last thing he’d do. He’d kiss me on my lips than my forehead and lastly on top of my head before saying I love you and going to sleep. He would wake me by showering you with kisses. Until I would wake up and have a laughing fit.

Then he would pull me into a hug and say “Good morning princess.” He didn’t do that anymore. He would barley even stay in the same room as me.

I turned into the motel. I was a couple of cities away. I knew he would tried to find me. Hopefully. If not Josh. I knew that I was taking a risk. I didn’t care because my number one priority right now was to get away from Tyler. I wanted to work things out but I was having second thoughts. Was this relationship really worth saving? Am I going to fight for him? Or simply sit there and wait for it to pass?

I love Tyler, no doubt about it but does he return the feeling? I hated the night. That’s when I are most alone. There could be hundreds of people in the same room and I would still feel alone because of the thoughts that flooded my mind. Some people were a daydreamer,

I wasn’t. I was a night thinker. Yes, I had a history with running away because I couldn’t handle certain things but things felt different. Out of place even. As soon as I floped into the cheep motel bed I turned around to the sound of a door opening.

There stood Josh. His eyes fading from bright to dark..

“So what brings you to my humble abode.” I smiled. “Y/n why are you here and not with us?” He asked.“I followed you and drove here and you didn’t lock the door.”

“Well you see me a Tyler got into a fight and I wanted to be left alone and stay on the low for a while but you ruined that so plan B.” You stated.

“What’s “Plan B?” “Nothing you need to know about.”

“Oh well then.” Josh looked like he was pissed off by my carelessness and was ready to go.

“Hey, at lest there still a shoot for Joshler.” I winked. He rolled his eyes officially done with my crap and pick me up and put me in the car along with my stuff. Next thing I knew I was back at the house. Great. I sighed.

Not wanting to deal with anyone I started walking to my room.

To my luck Tyler came in the room with a glass of water and red sore eyes and looked at me. As soon as he recognized me he dropped his glass leaving it on the ground in a million shattered glass pieces. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I could tell there was tears spilling from those beautiful eyes.

“Please, for the life of me don’t you ever leave again.” Tyler pleaded.

I looked at Tyler carefully making sure to look at every last detail of his face. His gorgeous eyes now seemed dark and red.

His face seemed tired as if fighting for consciousness. His hair was in every direction. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days. I didn’t care. He was still Tyler and I loved him to death. Even if he hadn’t returned the favor you would still love him no matter what.


(Okay confession. I cheated. This was one of my old Supernatural writings I just changed the names. But I did 100% write this)

Every Episode of Miraculous Ladybug
  • Marinette: I'm gonna confess my feelings for Adrien
  • Alya: *is the perfect winggirl*
  • Marinette: I IMMEDIATELY REGRET THIS DECISION
  • Adrien: *sparkles*
  • Chloe: *is a bitch*
  • Something: HAPPENS
  • Villian: *runs off crying*
  • Hawkmoth: Oohoho who's the most emotionally distraught person in Paris today
  • Hawkmoth: *does the butterfly thing*
  • Hawkmoth: Hey you should work for me
  • Villian: K cool
  • Hawkmoth: Also you've gotta fight these two specific people don't let me down.
  • Villain: *starts fuckin up Paris*
  • Marinette & Adrien: Oh shit
  • Adrien: *transforms*
  • Marinette: I've gotta be Ladybug but [other important obligation]
  • Marinette: *somehow does both*
  • Ladybug & Chat: *aggressively flirt while getting their asses kicked*
  • Chat: *Does the Cataclysm to varying degrees of success*
  • Villian: I'm gonna take your Miraculous now.
  • Ladybug: *does lucky charm and gets random item*
  • Ladybug: What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
  • Ladybug: *Macgyvers the shit out of the problem*
  • Ladybug: *destroys the Akuma n waves goodbye to the butterfly*
  • Villian: What the fuck happened where am I
  • Ladybug & Chat: Fistbump!
  • Ladybug & Chat: Oh no we're running out of time I'm gonna go change back unless you wanna reveal identities no it's okay me neither
  • Hawkmoth: CURSE YOU LADYBUG
  • Marinette: Sorry I missed everything but [random excuse] Oh look all the problems are solved
  • Adrien: [same excuse] ahaha how crazy is that, right?
  • Marinette & Adrien: *Completely miss all indicating factors that the other is Ladybug/Chat*
  • ROLL CREDITS
3

Currently 6°

Cold weather generally doesn’t bother me. I have good winter clothing, excellent boots, silk long underwear, things made with Gore-Tex and down feathers, a well insulated home, and a small flask of bourbon. My filthy Camry even has a well functioning heater.

My neighbor is outside today making ice for his kids’ hockey rink. Ella and Oliver are keeping an eye on him.

I just noticed a shadow or something on Oliver’s coat that looks like someone giving the finger. Which is what @mmommmmmm will likely give me when I brag to her about Midwesterners shrugging off snowfall while the sad people of the PNW hide in their basements at the hint of winter precipitation. Snowflakes indeed!

Except we don’t have any snow right now :(  Low temperatures and snow should be together like cheese and burger. Like Target stores and crying children. Like running skirts and absolutely nothing.

With a layer of snow on the ground bone-chilling frost doesn’t seem so bad. Tonight’s forecast finally has a few inches of snow for us. Yea! We will have a white Christmas.

Bob! Snow doesn’t make it less cold than lipstick makes the pig pretty!

I disagree. Being comfortable outside in the winter is a state of mind. A blanket of snow helps that. It makes the landscape pretty. Calms one’s thoughts. Soothes the soul. Lights a fire in the heart.

Bob! STFU!

Anyway, I soon get to use my new snowblower.

Drabble #30

Carl Grimes ~
#16 “You braided his hair?”

You run down the stairs, laughing with Carl right behind you.
“Michonne, help me.” You giggle, hiding yourself behind her.
“You braided his hair?” She asks amused as Carl stands in front of you two.
“She did it when I took my nap.” He is completly stunned and Michonne starts to laugh with you.
“You look like a white Snoop Dogg.” She says and you hold your hurting stomach.

“Ouch.” Carl says and you roll your eyes.
“You lost an eye and now you’re crying because of this?” You ask him and he snorts pissed off.
“Don’t be rude.” He whimpers, but only as a joke.
“Oooh, my poor Carly.” You hug him from behind, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Carl turns around to you and smirks.
“You will regret that.” He kisses you as a promise and you smile.

5

“You filthy Mudblood!”

The words rung in your head repeatedly, never escaping.  You could hardly feel the pain of their blows, but you could certainly feel the pain from those words.  You thought it would never end.

“Oi, Malfoy!  Back off, would ya?!” a familiar voice yelled out.  You could hear more shouting, shoving, even a bat-bogey curse being casted.  

“You think it’s okay to hurt Y/N?  She’s our little sister, and I’ll have you know, anyone who hurts her will pay,” James says to Malfoy calmly, though with an underlying sense of anger.

Eventually, the Slytherins were running away, leaving you curled up on the ground crying.

“Are you okay?  Y/N, we’re here now, noone can hurt you now.”

REQUEST

imagine if in until dawn josh’s saw trap prank goes wrong and the tracks accidentally go towards ashley. then josh runs out from behind the wall and grabs ashley by her feet and holds her above the saw, and its just buzzing beneath her. shes hysterically crying, chris is screaming “wtf” and josh is just panicking, telling chris to “turn it off”, and the room is just filled with everyone all yelling at the same time

Felassan’s ghost following Solas around tho

like 

“oh look if it isn’t Mister ‘They Aren’t REAL People”

“finally figured it out hey look at that turns out Felassan was right”

“what do you MEAN you’re going to kill them anyway???”

“that is so wrong what is wrong with you”

look, that one even seems to actually give a shit about what happens to you”

“poor wretch”

“this is a terrible idea”

“here you go again, running off to do mad shit on your own, no outside opinion required”

“let’s just change the world forever! again! let’s just do that!”

“it’s like a fun hobby now, consigning untold numbers of innocents to their deaths!”

…*sigh*

“alright stop crying look I don’t know why you’re doing this if it makes you so upset”

“okay yes well I DO know why but still”

“you really shouldn’t”

melaninharleyquinn  asked:

I feel down cause everytime I listen to Through The Dark by one direction I end of locking myself in my roommate and turn off all the light and (feeling more depressed) crying which I'm doing right now (how would Joker respond by this?)

Joker would hear the crying and immediately run to the room because he doesnt want his girls to ever not have a smile on their face. He would ask her what happened and what made her feel this way and have her play the song for him so he could listen and try to feel what she feels and relate. With him sometimes silences speaks so much louder and he just lays there holding her or playing with her hair to calm her down and let his presence and actions speak for themselves, that he’s there and attentive :)

Bones (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I have a Bucky x reader where they are married and he comes home after a long mission to see her in the kitchen cleaning and she runs and hugs him because she missed him so much that she starts crying. He notices that’s she scarily skinny and pale (like Steve used to be when he was sick). So he asks her if she’s sick as she says “I don’t sleep or eat when you aren’t here because I’m afraid HYDRA will get you again and I can’t live without you.” And him comforting her and just lots of fluff😘

Words: 1,085

Warnings: Mentions of starving yourself 


You had been putting it off for weeks now. It was something you had been dreading to do, even though you told yourself that it would get done. You thought that since you liked to keep yourself busy while Bucky was away on missions that cleaning the kitchen would be something that would’ve gotten done in only days of him gone. But of course, you procrastinated doing it and filled your schedule with other tasks, like shopping on Amazon or binge watching Grace and Frankie. 

You woke up this morning with no plans of cleaning kitchen, once again, but after you walked past the kitchen and realized what a disaster it had become, you decided it was best to throw on your sweats and grab the cleaning supplies. It was shameful how messy it was, after all the baking you did you just didn’t feel like cleaning up. 

You baked for everybody. You baked cupcakes for Nat, cakes for Tony, doughnut balls for Thor, cookies for Clint, cake pops for Sam, brownies for Steve, pies for Bruce, you baked everything for everybody. But not yourself. 

No, you simply just didn’t have time to eat, you were filled up on anxiety worrying about Bucky. Sure, you’ve gotten a little thin but nothing to worry about. You occasionally had a bite of cookie dough, every once and awhile. 

Baking took your mind off things and it was a great pass time, it could kill a whole afternoon. Your friends didn’t mind, they enjoyed all the yummy treats that would show up at their homes out of the blue, although they worried about your sudden interest in baking, they never mentioned it to you. 

You finally worked up the courage to shove on your cleaning gloves that went up to your elbows and blast your favorite Pandora station as you started cleaning the kitchen of horror. 

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Random Prompts

As requested by anon, these are prompts based off of stories I have written.

  • I love you but you’re an idiot, so I may not come and save you
  • I know your brother/sister/other sibling just died, but you have to understand that you will die if we don’t get away fast enough
  • In the moment I didn’t know what you were feeling, but now that you’re crying at my feet I know I shouldn’t have told your secret
  • Let’s run away together! We never, never have to come back here
  • My friend group consists of misfits and weirdos, and I still feel like an outsider.
  • I know that you wanted to just feel something but you can’t. Because of me.
  • Until I joined a band, I didn’t know how powerful teenage girls are.
  • I’m an animal crashing a family reunion!! (Best not to ask about that one)

Note: all of the prompts are from different stories

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This past weekend I ran the Charleston Marathon. My official time was 3:57:59. I took 29 minutes off my time from running NY in November.
The picture of me with my kids was Saturday evening across the street from Rainbow Row. I’m smiling on the outside, but crying on the inside.
I’m now 2 days out and still pretty sore…not bouncing back as quickly as I did in November.
I’m done with marathons (at least for now) and am excited to run some half marathons.

twenty years from now my kid will come running into the room crying and screaming and throwing things onto the floor and I’ll stand by all horrified and ask over and over “what happened” and they’ll just look at me with betrayal in their eyes, throw the complete box set of avatar the last airbender at me and whisper, “you liar…zutara wasn’t endgame. HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN, HOW COULD SHE END UP WITH AANG what about all their chemistry” and I’ll get down real slow and hug them and stroke their hair as they sob. And then I’ll say emotionally, “But they’ll always be together…” Pause as I take a deep breath and place my hand over my heart, “in HERE”

Favourite Dory Character

For my favourite Dory character, could there be any other choice but Raymond Lu? Oh, I think not. He’s literally what made me love the Dory books in the first place (I mean, I love a lot of things about them now, but the first thing I genuinely loved was Ray). I found Midnight’s Daughter to be mildly enjoyable, but based on my reading of it, I would never have continued the series if it wasn’t a CP spin off. And then Death’s Mistress came along, and Dory is on the run with a smartass, headless, half-naked vampire and I was crying with laughter. I thought then, and nothing has managed to change my mind since, that DM is the funniest book KC has ever written. And in Fury’s Kiss, I really connected with the characters and got emotionally invested in their relationships in a way that I hadn’t previously in this series - again, starting with Ray. His relationship with Dory, his trust and faith in her as a master, her coming to care for him and take her responsibility for him seriously, it has a stranglehold on my heart.

I think Ray is really the magic ingredient that the first Dory book was missing - by herself, Dory’s a little grim. Not that she can’t be funny, but she tends towards dark humour and heavy sarcasm, and Louis Cesare, buttercup-silk-clad ray of sunshine that he is, doesn’t actually do much to lighten her. There is an ironic humour in the contrast between his by-the-book nobility and her irreverent snark and badassery, but it’s not a very lighthearted one. Ray on the other hand, opens the door to KC’s signature, madcap, slapstick humour. In some ways, their dynamic reminds me of Cassie and Pritkin’s, but without the romantic tension - Ray’s comic antics balance out Dory’s natural tendency to pessimism and crankiness. But that doesn’t mean that he should be written off as pure comic relief. The reason I love Ray is that, for all his bumbling, he steps up to the mark when lives are at stake. He’s a morally grey, scrappy underdog and yet, when called upon, he takes risks for the greater good that most powerful characters are too self-interested to even consider.

Ray actually kind of reminds me of the hobbits in Lord of the Rings - he’s small and unimportant, with a fairly simple, kind of naive worldview, and yet, it’s his very insignificance that allows him to undermine the goals of the rich, powerful and greedy. In conclusion, Ray is bae, thank you.

Day 9: Saddest game scene

The ending to Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky.

You thought Pokémon was too kiddy to be serious and heavy? You’d be surprised how much better things get outside of the anime and main series of games. Even in simply grabbing this still off of Youtube, I had to turn off the music, and even then, exert a ton of willpower to not cry.Video here if you have tissues on hand. 

Now, if you want to just take the ending at face value, the video’s right there. But it runs so much deeper once you talk about it. Ever since your partner finds you beached, claiming to be a human despite clearly being a Pokémon, the two of you become fast friends, and you serve as their pillar of strength, giving them the courage to chase the dreams they were after. You join the Explorers Guild together, form a team, help out Pokémon in need, take down wanted criminals, and even when your mysterious past comes to light, your partner’s faith in you never wavers. The two of you learn that you really were a human, one who came from a desolate future with Grovyle, another trusted partner to rewrite history and create a new future. 

Together with your new and old partner, you set out once more to change history, departing for the source of the cataclysm, only to once again be confronted by Dusknoir, a foe who also hails from that ruined world. After a thorough trouncing, your partner steps away to activate the lift to go forward. This is when Dusknoir speaks to you and Grovyle, giving his reason for trying to stop them: if history is changed, they, as denizens of the future, will disappear. Grovyle knew and accepted this, and though it’s news to you now, you felt the same when you were a human. Grovyle drags Dusknoir back to the future, leaving you and your partner to save the world. And thanks to the power of the unbreakable bond you share, the two of you do just that.

But as the two of you depart, your objective complete, you shortly find Dusknoir’s words coming true, as your body starts to dissipate while that goddamn music plays give me a minute *blows nose* Players will realize this is actually the only time in the game where you speak. You have a lot of dialogue in this game as any protagonist should, but it’s all in the form of thoughts. Up to this point, there was never so much as a dialogue box for the few times you had to directly say something, even your name, to another Pokémon. And the words that come out are a hearfelt farewell. You say goodbye to your closest friend, telling them through every tear they shed how happy they made you, as you cease to exist altogether.

This is the kind of scene that perfectly demonstrates why gaming is the penultimate artform. It’s because it’s not just some character onscreen leaving, it’s us. We saved this world, we accepted what it meant, and now we are leaving our dear friend behind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need tissues, again.

Watching all these action shonen shows now just reminds me how out of shape I am. Like Deku has a 10 month training of lifting heavy trash off a beach, he’s crying and straining every tiny muscle in his body cause he wants it so bad. 

and here I am watching him from behind a screen eating snacks after a tiring afternoon of running errands.

I guess that’s really the difference between action shows targeted to boys and girls. Precure can punch a monster into space and get thrown into a wall and still have enough energy to take an exam or play a sports game afterwards without much strain cuz magic & love+hope = energy or something.

But in shonen if you want to punch a monster you have to fight a bear for a year on a deserted island or something.

I’m alive (Klaine one shot)

A cliche AU where one is about to die and the other confesses their love and then they open their eyes and kiss them.

I’m nothing if not fluffy. My brain is made of candy floss.

3rd POV

“Anderson!” Blaine let out a shaky breath and turned. Santana sprinted towards him. She looked wild at the best of times but now she looked a complete mess, blood streaked down her cheek and what looked a piece of concert was stuck to her hair. Blaine probably looked just as bad, there was no way that after a month on the run and after Quinn gone off with the power of a small bomb.

“Is anyone hurt?” Blaine asked.

Santana bit her lip. “I don’t know. I can’t find anyone else - not Sam or Finn or even the bloody chosen one Quinn.”

“Britt?”

Santana shook her head and for the first time Blaine noticed black streaks down her cheeks - she has been crying.

“There was eight of us. What’s the chance of us all surviving?” Santana spat.

“We’ll find them.” Blaine said, more hopeful than he had felt. He lit a fire in his palm,l but it had little affect on the thick smog sounding the crater where the football field had once been.

Quinn must be in the centre. Blaine thought helplessly.

“Help!” A soft voice called. Santana head whipped around so fast it shook some of the rubble out of her messy dark hair.

“Help! Please!” The voice repeated, clearer this time. Santana ran in the direction and Blaine understood why - the voice belonged to Brittany.

There was a small group. A very small group, even for one which had been pretty tiny in the first place. Blaine counted three figures - the tall blond was Brittany, the smaller girl next to her was Rachel and the boy was Sam.

Blaine felt like his stomach had dropped. There was actually four people, and now he was closer he could see it was Kurt, the wings - while ash covered and bent - gave him away.

“The others went to help Quinn.” Rachel explained. She was shaking all over and her arm looked broken.

“Kurt.” The name came out all thick with emotion.

“He was so close to Quinn when she went off - the blast sent him a mile off - he must have hurt his head.” Blaine pushed Rachel a little too hard as he pushed past.

“He’s got a pulse.” Blaine said, feeling slightly relived. Rachel pulled at his arm but he stood his ground.

“Blaine…”

He ignored her plea. “Kurt, open your eyes. Please.”

“Anderson, maybe you should give him some space.” Santana said, her voice too gentle. Blaine shook his head.

“Kurt I need you to open your stupidly pretty eyes.” The girls had stopped trying to pull him away now. Maybe they sensed the urgency in his voice. “I really need you to be alive and look at me. I’m not asking much am I? You always look at me. You don’t see me but you’re always looking and I’m okay with that. I can spend a life with you not seeing how much I care if you wake up.”

Blaine let out an ugly sob.

“I had given up on finding love before I met you. And please, don’t make me give up again.”

Blaine was crying hysterically now. The hot tears blurred his vision.

Please look at me. Blaine begged internally.

There was a small moan of pain. Blaine felt familiar hands pull his hands from his face.

“Ouch.”

Blaine felt like crying again. Instead he pulled Kurt and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re alive.”

“I’m alive.” Kurt tried to smile, but it looked painful. “But in no way let that stop you’re confession of your undying love for me.”

Blaine couldn’t help himself, his heart was still beating like crazy and he almost lost Kurt.

Maybe he should kiss him because he had confessed his love and Kurt was so alive that Blaine felt breathless just looking at him.

“Blaine, look at me.” Kurt sat up shakily, and reached out for his hands. “I love you.”

Blaine didn’t have time to process who had said it before Kurt had leaned in and kissed him.

Finally.

johannas-motivational-insults  asked:

Wait Tat confirmed Sarah is bi?? And what does this talk about Kira stem from? Did a trailer drop?

tat confirmed at comiccon (??? i think?? it was definitely a panel) when she said “both, definitely both” in response to someone asking about her sexuality. “definitely both” i’m not crying you’re crying. i love my definitely both bisexual punk rock lioness

as for the talk about kira, i’m not sure which post you’re referring to now? (took me a little bit to get to this ask, i’ve been busy, sorry D:) but a trailer definitely has NOT dropped – though at TCA (i think?) they revealed a sneak peek of the next season that was very seriously kept under wraps with the only info the GA got was that sarah is running through the woods and fighting off an unknown attacker being her usual resourceful bad ass self. and also, apparently kira features in a surreal way in the clip

WHEN WILL @orphanblack START PROMO’ING SEASON 5 I’M DYING