anonymous asked:

This guy didn't know who Chris was at the time but knows Darren and that they're connected? and he wasn't aware that W was Chris' bf until someone on Twitter made sure to jump in and tell him...you'd think that'd be something that would be said in casual conversation.

NONE of that makes any sense and is highly suspicious.  The dude finds a random photo over a year later, posts it, tags C and D in it, apparently the “eat your heart out” was meant for the girl he tagged (a TV producer in NY) who met Darren last night at the benefit.  But when he was asked why he hashtagged Darren, he replied “Darren Criss eat your heart out”.

Then he said he had no clue who Chris was when he met him, Chris introduced himself as a writer, no mention of Glee, and he didn’t introduce W.  Private convo and he didn’t introduce his supposed “bf”?  This guy said he had NO idea who W was. “ who? The guy in the middle? Have no idea who he is.”  If you were doing introductions, as Chris obviously was (”I’m a writer”), then wouldn’t you introduce the person you’re with?  

I love how some people just had to jump into that convo to assert their speculation about W (never once has Chris confirmed that W is his bf).  And they dare to call US delusional and disrespectul.

Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

I fumbled hurriedly through my messy bag, attempting to find the random lone silver key that had somehow fallen between the empty chips wrapper that was crumbled up inside, my notebook which had random sketches in it instead of anything useful and the other random gadgets I stored in my purse that I didn’t really need.

It was just my luck that it was pouring raining outside as well, drenching the once elegant outfit I was wearing and making the silk of my blouse stick to my skin in the grossest manner. Water ran down my legs and into the bottom of my heels making the bottom of my feet feel slippery and fear that if I took one step forward, I’d be on my ass in the next.

I probably should have thought out the whole having an umbrella in my car incase of emergencies thing.

But I wasn’t thinking about emergencies. I was just thinking about the long day that I had and the fact that I wasn’t returning to my little quaint apartment on the boulevard but instead the much larger, spacious and expensive home that belonged to Marco Reus.

How I had gotten myself in this position I still wasn’t sure. In the last week I had gone from just being casual friends with him to now sharing a living space with him and though it wasn’t at all permanent, it still felt weird.

But I missed my home. I missed walking through those doors and discarding of my clothes and not giving a care in the world about what I looked like once I got between those walls because it wasn’t as if it mattered. I lived alone and though yes, it probably wasn’t smart for someone with the little income I had to take on footing the bill of a two-bedroom place with only one person living in it, I couldn’t help it. I liked my space and I thought somehow I could manage those sorts of expenses.

It turned out I couldn’t and when I lost my job due to being late too many times, things only got worse. The next thing I knew I was having to pack up my things and find another temporary home until I could find one more suitable for my currently dry bank account and a job to replace my old one. I hadn’t called my parents to complain. I didn’t want to come off as a whiny brat who felt they needed their parents to bail them out of everything. I was trying to be mature. I was trying to show that I was a grown woman who could handle herself but I was slowly but surely being driven to the brink.

It didn’t feel right staying in Marco’s place like this. I felt like I was invading his space, his domain and he had felt so bad for me that he was willing to just deal with it. He didn’t even know me all that well. I mean, we were friends sure. Robin had introduced us one day and since I was forced to see Marco nearly everywhere I went but we didn’t have that comfortable association between each other where I would feel right seeing him coming out of the bathroom shirtless in front of me.

“Got it!” I felt the outlining of the key and quickly fished it out of my bag, forcing it into the lock and prying the door open. I immediately dropped my soaked leather purse to the floor and slid out of my heels. I wanted to continue discarding of the wet clothes that clung to my body but fearing Marco would pop out at any moment, I resisted the urge and instead continued to walk further into the home and in the direction of the guest bedroom.

I rounded the corner and ran right into the person I had been thinking I would see, colliding with his chest harshly before taking a step back and beginning to murmur my apologies. “I am so sorry!”

He quickly interrupted before I could continue with any rambling. “It’s okay.” His eyes ran down my wet figure and pointed towards my clothing. “Storming outside?”

“Something like that,” I grumbled, remembering that my hair was probably a terrible mess by now with all of the rain that had penetrated my once perfect curls. “It hasn’t gotten too bad yet but my app says it should get worse as the night wears on.”

“So I guess you’re staying in tonight?” His eyebrow raised curiously as he stared at me waiting for an answer. For the past few nights I had snuck out and found my way to random bars and clubs around town to keep entertained but mainly to get out of Marco’s hair. I wasn’t really sure what he did with his free time. I didn’t know if he wanted to go out at night and take home random girls as he pleased but I knew I didn’t want to be here if he did.

“Uh…yeah. I guess so. Not like I have much of a choice.” I gave off a sheepish smile before maneuvering past him and heading in the direction of the room I was occupying so I could quickly get rid of these damaged clothes for the moment.

“Hey,” he called after me which caused me to stop walking and turn around towards where he stood looking back at me too. “I can hang your clothes in the laundry if you want?”

“No. It’s fine. I’ll do it. Thanks.” I gave another weak smile, about to turn back around before Marco interrupted my departure again.

“What about a movie? I mean…would you like to watch a movie with me? I’ve been meaning to watch it for a while and I was just heading to turn it on.”

“Uh…” A movie? We were going to sit and watch a movie? To be honest, the times I had sat around my home with a guy and watched a movie, we never actually watched the film. It was mainly background noise as we entertained each other with kisses and lingering touches instead though I didn’t think Marco had that sort of plan in mind for me. Not with the way I currently looked.

He chuckled and interrupted my rambling thoughts. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just thought you’d like some entertainment.”

“No! I mean…no. I’ll watch it. I just need to shower first and I don’t want to hold you up.”

“I can wait. No worries.” Marco gave me a smile before turning around and heading in the direction of the kitchen leaving me to continue my journey to the bedroom to get myself together.

Marco’s POV

There she was. Sitting next to me for the first time since her arrival nearly a week ago. Okay so maybe I was exaggerating. She had sat next to me before. She had even sat across from me when I offered her breakfast one morning but I couldn’t remember us ever being like this.

Her eyes were busy on the movie but my eyes were busy on her, noticing the random things I had never noticed about her before like that faint mark on her collarbone that resembled a scar of some sort. I wanted to ask her what exactly it was or where it came from but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, I quickly shut it right back.

Avoid making yourself look stupid, Marco.

The lightning intensified outside, sometimes vibrating the window panes and shining a bright light into the room where we sat but I tried my best to ignore it and focus it on the movie. It was damn hard with her sitting here.

Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out and unlocked it to find a message from Mario.

Did you do it?

Of course it was him. He seemed just about as anxious as I was when I told him I was going to actually speak to my new, temporary roommate aside from asking her if she needed anything out of the fridge.

I wanted to know more about her. I was genuinely interested and though I had pried information out of Robin ever since I had met her for the first time, it was never enough to satisfy my cravings for her. I wanted to hear it all directly from her.

Too bad I was too scared to.


My phone quickly buzzed with a response.

Man up! You’re overthinking things

The tumultuous sound of the storm outside nearly caused me to jump where I sat and the lights quickly shut off after that as if we were in a scene in some horror movie before the unsuspected killer popped up from my bedroom.

I cursed under my breath, my eyes adjusting to the now dark room. “Are you okay?”

“I mean…besides me being a bit afraid of the dark, sure.” She gave off an awkward chuckle and I could feel the sofa shift under us as I assumed she moved closer in my direction, her hand accidentally landing on my lap. “Sorry!’ She withdrew immediately and all I could do was laugh at how adorable it all seemed.

“It’s fine. You’re really afraid of the dark?”

“Yes. Not like terribly afraid but I don’t like it. I sleep with my television on.”

“Hm, odd.”

“Are you judging me?” She questioned in an amused tone and I laughed once more before responding. “Not at all.”

“I think I’m just going to sleep down here. It seems way less scary than going to the room.”

“You’re not scared some monster is going to come get you?” I playfully jabbed before feeling a hand lightly hit my chest.

“Shut up, Marco.”

“I can stay down here if you want.” I had spouted off my response quicker than I could stop my words from leading me to a terrible embarrassment. Realizing what I had just said, I pinched myself as punishment.

“Would you?”

“Yeah. I can grab you a blanket?”

“No. I’m fine.” She soon moved over and fumbled her way around, feeling for me before she rested her head against my chest. I followed her lead, swinging my legs up from the floor to lay on the cushions instead and pulled her more comfortably against me. She eased into the position.

Discreetly, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and text Mario back.

She’s on me!!!

I put it back in my pocket but the phone soon vibrated again while still in my hand.

What are you talking about?

Like cuddling. Don’t ask how we got to this point. Just know its happening

I finally slid it back into the pocket of my pants but only moments later it was buzzing again.

“Is that your phone?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I’m done,” I lied.

“It’s fine. I’m going to head to sleep. Wake me when the power’s back on?”

‘Yeah. Sure. Night.”


And I lay still there, my arms wrapped around her and inhaling the scent of her shampoo as I fought to stay awake and remain in this moment for as long as possible.

gif credit to lilarose79

anonymous asked:

WHAT SHOULD I INCLUDE IN A LIL PACKAGE (when im writing to a penpal)

confetti (I did this twice and it never fails to upset someone :)). also stickers, random pins/buttons you find, candy, a picture of your favourite place, mix cd of your favourite songs, a drawing of them, cheap souvenirs from your city/province/state/country (flag, bumper sticker, map, etc.), pressed flowers, a hand-made patch or a whole dog


I’m about two weeks late on this but shoutout to teddythebearx for tagging me in this six selfies thing and giving me a reason to post pictures of myself with things on/around my head as well as selfies that would never have seen the light of day.  
 Time for you guys to find six random pictures of yourself x


An alternate reality in which Jane Shepard comes from a parallel universe because of a random wormhole.

luke in literally every bar he goes to in aus
  • luke:oh im in a bar ill have an alcoholic drink cause that's cool
  • luke:oh look at me im drinking alcohol
  • person:can we take a photo?
  • luke:yeah and ill just hold this *yells* aLCOHOLIC DRINK in front of me so its visible
  • luke:that's a good photo of me holding this drink
  • luke:there's alcohol in this you know?
  • luke:i can never let anyone think i'm not drinking alcohol in this bar
  • luke:waiter can i have another aLCOHOLIC DRINK PLEASE