Just a few people who have made my dash that much better. I flail and talk with some of you almost daily and others occasionally, some of you make awesome graphics and make my dash prettier, I have even followed a few of you recently but either way you have made an impact on me and that’s why you are all here. So thanks for negating all the other shit on tumblr with your awesomeness. I look forward to what 2012 brings for us all.

Nic | Mallory | Sol | Martina | blameitoncrisscolfer | chewbaccachris | tabithalynn | npharris |
struckbykurt | colfy | colfecriss | darrenscoconuts | indecisive-neurotic | powerbottomblaine | egobus | writethisfiction| misstakentrish | marissa| matsak | muize

So last night in the shower I just started thinking and was like, man, I’m nervous for darren.

and then a scenario played out in my head:

What if he calls Chris. Like in the middle of the night in between Monday night/Tuesday morning. And Chris is all “Darren, it’s 1am. What are you doing?”

“It’s not 1am here.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s four. what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this. What if I fuck up? I always fuck up, Chris. It was a fucking fluke that I even got on Glee and even then I’m just mediocre and this…this is Broadway. If I fuck up, they can’t call cut and go and fix it and I’m gonna make a fucking fool of myself and just what the hell was I thinking?! I cannot do this…” And he just keeps rambling and ranting.

And Chris finally all but yells his name into the phone and is all, “First off, you are not mediocre. You wouldn’t have gotten on the show if you were. And you certainly wouldn’t have been made a freakin regular after only a few episodes. You’re good dare. You’re amazing and you’re going to be amazing up there and you’re going to blow them all away. They wanted you. They pursued you. They knew you were the best for this and you are. You’re going to show every single goddamned person that has ever rejected you that you’re great and they completely fucked up by turning you away. You can do this. And you will. And it’s going to be amazing, you’re going to be so amazing.”

After being silent on the other side for a while, Darren will just whisper “I wish you were here.” and Chris will say he wishes he were there too. And then Darren just deflates, the anger and fear washing away and leaving him exhausted. He quietly asks if Chris will stay on the phone with him and he does and they just talk about random things for a while, Chris’ voice quiet and soothing and Darren falls asleep on the line to the sound of his voice and Chris just whispers “Good night, I love you. and I am so proud of you.”

At the end of opening night, the curtains fall to a standing ovation and Darren’s heart is fucking pounding and his hands are shaking and his knees feel like they’re about to buckle because holy shit, he just performed to a sold out crowd on Broadway and he can hear the cast cheering and feel them hugging him and he walks backstage kinda like in a trance and goes to his dressing room and there standing in the middle is Chris with a huge bouquet of flowers and the biggest grin ever and tears in his eyes, “Did you really think I’d miss your opening night?” and Darren just closes the distance and hugs him tight, still in costume and god how did he get so lucky.

Tumblr Crushes:

most of my favs are up there but can someone explain me how the fuck it’s possible that even after a month of not reblogging/liking anything from Ro she is still my #2?! idgi and i hate it cos it reminds me how much i miss dat biatch sigh

anyway: a whole lot of flawlessness and perfection! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…… cheers

holdmetight-kissmeslow submitted:

“Hey. Hey. Wake up.” Chris slowly wakes up when he feels Darren’s lips tracing down his spine.

“Darren,” Chris whines and snuggles further into the covers. “It’s six in the morning. Go to sleeeeeeep.”

“But it’s christmas.” Darren whines.

Chris sits up with a groan. “Jesus, Darren. You’re five years old. I haven’t been up for christmas before noon since I was like twelve.”

“Go shower and get ready for the day and I’ll be in the living room when you’re done.” Darren bounces happily on the bed with a look that Chris can’t quite decipher.

“I don’t understand how you’re so awake at this ungodly hour.” Chris mumbles as he leans over and presses a kiss to Darren’s lips.

“It’s christmas!” Darren says, as if it’s obvious.

Chris rolls his eyes and disappears into their bathroom. Darren hops off the bed and throws on some pajama pants before heading to the living room to wait for Chris.

He hears the water turn on and then off just as fast and he smiles. He saw it.

“DARREN.” Chris yells from the bathroom. “DARREN!”

The bathroom door flies open and stops with a bang against the wall and Chris stumbles out of their room, down the hall and into the living room.

“Darren.” Chris whispers. “What. is. this.” He says and holds up his left hand, pointing to the silver ring shining in the early morning sun.

“I love you.” Darren states with a shrug.

“Darren.” Chris breathes in and out slowly. “This is a ring. On my finger. One that was not here when we went to bed last night.”

“Yes. Yes it is. Way to go captain obvious.” Darren smirks.

“Is this what I think it is? Can you please explain because I’m kind of freaking out here.” Chris flaps his arms at his sides which makes Darren giggle uncontrollably.

“Darren!” Chris stomps his foot.

Darren pulls himself together, stands up, walks to Chris and takes his hands.

“Hm. Okay. Explanation. I love you, Chris Colfer. I love you more than life itself. You showed me what happiness is. You taught me how to love. You’re my inspiration and the thing that keeps me strong. You’re my entire world. There is no one else in this world that I would rather be with right now. Living in this apartment with. Coming home to every day. Eating dinner with. Going to bed with. It…I don’t even have words for it. You make me feel like I’m five years old with a crush. But it’s not a crush. I’m so crazy in love with you. And somehow, correct me if I’m wrong, you love me too.” Darren pauses, waiting for Chris to answer before he continues.

“Of course I love you.” Chris smiles at him.

“I love you Chris. I love you so much. You are my everything. Everything good in my life. My sunshine. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Showing you how much I love you. Coming home to you. Living with you. Fighting with you and having crazy angry sex. And then having crazy make-up sex. Starting a family with you. Dealing with problems together. We’ve been together for almost two years, Chris. And I want to spend the next one hundred with you.” Darren’s voice breaks. 

“Please, Chris. Please tell me you’ll marry me?”

“Oh my god, Darren…” Chris doesn’t even bother to wipe away the tears “Darren. Fuck. Darren. Oh my god.”

“Chris,” Darren swallows. “What…please tell me what you’re thinking. Because I really don’t know if those are good fucks or bad fucks.”

“YES.” Chris yells. “Yes, Darren. Yes I’ll marry you.”

“Really?” Darren asks.

“Yes.” Chris smiles at him. “Was there ever really any doubt in your mind that I’d say no?”

Darren just shrugs.

“I love you so much, Darren Criss.” Chris leans in a captures Darren’s bottom lip between his own in a soft kiss. Darren’s hands find their way to Chris’s waist and just stay there. Darren pulls away slowly but rests his forehead against Chris’s.

“Merry Christmas.” He smiles.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” Chris smiles before slamming their lips together again and pulling Darren blindly back towards their bedroom to celebrate.