Hey lovelies! Thanks for following! Just a few things I wanna point out, in case what I actually blog about isn’t your cup-o-tea.
You’ll find mostly Darren and Chris on here. Also Klaine, WilSon and Gallavich. I adore Will Sherrod and Mia Swier, so I talk about them a lot. I also make crappy edits of them. My blog is often nsfw!
Glee filming has started, which means spo!lers, I prefer not to see them, but if I do and reblog, I always tag them. I tag everything, actually. (not a complete list) I don’t tend to tag spo!lers for other shows/movies unless specifically asked. I do reblog rpf sometimes, but per request, that is now tagged as well.
I try to stay wank free, but sometimes I just can’t help myself and something must be said.
I also spend a lot of time on twitter, where I am very much unfiltered.
Be warned that I post a number of selfies. I don’t know why, I just like taking selfies.
I love talking with people, so feel free to drop by and say hi!
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Okay, but can we get Friday night dinner at the Hummel-Hudson residence?
Seconded!! This is on my MUST HAVE list for Season 6.
#things I never knew I needed
I’ve never bought anything on ebay before. How does it work? lol I will Google it..
It’s super easy, but you need to set up an account and have a paypal account. I was tempted to buy it and give it to someone that will fit in it. But I cannot find it anywhere else because Target stuff comes and goes so quickly.
The tank top is Mossimo Supply Co. by Target. I was only able to find an XS on ebay that ends in a couple of hours.
I really want this tank top.
Autumn in New York City.
Soooo I decided to post my blurry spoiler picture from the Paramount tour last Thursday. This woman walked past us, she was white and blonde, with cornrows, in an orange prison jumpsuit (so basically looked like cornrows from OITNB, although now it’s been a few days I’m suddenly second guessing the hair, but I think that’s right). Someone asked her if she was from that show (even though it doesn’t film there) and she said “No, I’m filming for Glee today, I’m the new school secretary.”
So more Orange is the New Black jokes to be expected. Also we saw 3 Cheerios who walked past talking about how tired they were.
@msleamichele Having so much fun at #Glee today with the boys! #GleeSeason6
Jeslag: @darrencriss and I before the Richard Chai SS15 show #MBFW #nyfw
River otters at the Zoological & Botanical Garden in Ichikawa, Japan
omg the last one he pops up ahjfskghfagskjfkhdjs ahahaha
I’m that part of the fandom that can’t gif, make edits, write fanfiction or draw I’m just kind of here like
Which makes you the commenter, the fic-reccer, the source-finder, the link-poster, the headcanon buddy, the forum-poster, the kink-prompter, the conversation starter, the number one fan, the miscellaneous details and subconscious fact-checker.
aka: you’re the person all those other skill-sets are producing for.
I like you.
Dude, one of the best fuckin’ things for me about LJ fandom was that it brought the people who were mainly readers onto the same playing field/page/whatever as the writers in a way that list culture did not, and it was AWESOME. (This was back when I still wrote a lot, for whatever that’s worth.)
Some of the most awesome fannish people don’t think of themselves as fannish people, but I wouldn’t want a fandom without them, because what they’re producing IS fandom.
Which totally makes sense in my head. I swear.
Kurt/Blaine, NC-17 (~8,000 words)
Summary: Hogwarts AU. Seven years of Kurt’s life as a Hogwarts student captured in seven moments. Featuring anal. Special thanks to radio-poem & colfhummel, who both inspired different parts of this fic!
When Kurt remembers his mom, he remembers color: brilliant pinks and misty greens rising around her in vaporous swirls, a haphazard scattering of spell-dyed cauldrons simmering artfully across her study. Her more natural hues, the exact shade of her eyes and the tone of her skin, have faded slowly from Kurt’s memory since her death. Even pictures, life-like and moving, can’t make them stick; they recede immediately in favor of the saturated images his mind still so easily conjures up. He thinks of her always now as she was at her happiest, veiled and illuminated behind those synthetically pigmented fumes, oscillating between shimmery tints of oranges, lavenders, and cyans as she glided around her pots, stirring here, dropping a root there. Always shooting Kurt bright, close-lipped smiles where he sat just a few hazy feet away, eyes wide and face awed as he just watched.
I just want everyone to see how unrealistic some expectations are.
Do you remember your first kiss with tongue? (x)