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someone give me the strength to write in klueless today oh my god……

#personal #I NEED TO WRITE BUT I CANT IM SO :((((

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#kurt is craig #<3

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i was re-watching Black Bird (because i like to cry) and i just wanted to quickly paint the scene where Blaine signs his soul away to Kurt ;u;

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got tagged by @cryscendo for wip wednesday so im sharing ANOTHER bit of lis au. because i want to. thank you crys! once again tagging anyone who wants to :-3

Kurt cringed as he looked at the bottles. Only four remained. Blaine frowned. He wrapped a hand around his shoulder. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “I know those mean a lot to you.” Kurt wiped at one of his eyes with a soft shrug. “She can take it, since her and Elliott are apparently best friends, and all,” he replied. He sounded so betrayed. Blaine couldn't even imagine how he must feel. It was awful enough that Elliott vanished without a trace, but having someone take belongings that belonged to him must have made the knife twist. After a second, Kurt turned to face Blaine. He sniffled, but tried to smile regardless. “I don't suppose there's any chance you could rewind and fix all of that?” he joked. Blaine laughed and shook his head. “No way,” he replied. “You're my best friend, and I love you more than anything, but no way. I might actually bleed out if I get another nosebleed.” Kurt laughed. Blaine watched. The laugh wasn't as genuine as it was earlier, but it was still a laugh, which meant it was music to his ears.

#:(((((( #this is so cuteeeee

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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

#<3 #i love you you are the best thing thats ever happened to me

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scenes with no hetero explanation

#faberry #lesbianism #love the three people in this scene (quinn rachel comphet) #quinn fabray needs to read the lesbian masterdoc

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#sexual tension out the wazoooooo #thats why kurt practically pounces on blaine in the car

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just a question out of curiosity but why u don't add your cool mutual thing in the tags for everyone??

i only add for to ppl im mutuals with, and its normally for mutuals that ive actually interacted with/had conversations with. like supporting friends and stuff :,)

sometimes i also use that tag when i want to reblog/support something a mutual has written before i have a chance to read it.

but sometimes i forget ;;; and neither of those are hard rules

#im not the best at tagging in general #but theres no like…targetted mean reason why i wouldnt tag some people #if thats your question #anonymous #personal #asks

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the klaine brainrot is so real i might have to start writing fanfiction

#NEW WRITER #cool mutuals writing cool things #OMG !!!!!!! <3333333 #lmk if i can help in any way

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#omg what is this? 2014 tumblr?? i love it!!! #writing fic together in the reblogs slay this is how this site is supposed to be used💕💕💕💕😍😍 #<<<<<<prev tags #:’) #LOVE THIS ADDITION

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Out of nowhere…because i had to…

#cool art!! #:(((( #wah wah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i love them

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Hi! Wow, even a change of scene! Of course the time I lose to make this crap I could spend on continuing my wip lmao but– it looked cute and I was bored with the old banner

I'm back after two weeks (or three?) with no less than two wips! Yes because there is the "lighter and funnier" story for normal days and the more melancholy one for days with strange vibes. I'm not quite on track with either of them, but every now and then I manage to add a few little words and try to be satisfied with that.

escort!au (the title should be a new found grace but I'm not sure yet)

A door. Battered, bare, and rickety, divides the terrace from the inside. Outside, on either side, a washing machine that has surely seen better days, garbage buckets, a small ruined wooden garden table with two chairs, one of which has a broken leg. In the center of the table is, almost ironically, a blue vase with beautiful white flowers. Cute and delicate detail that, however, annoyingly clashes with the indefinable and unmentionable outdoor furniture.

"This is a joke, right?" he asks petrified, looking around. He hears Sue clicks her tongue and chuckle. "What did you expect, little prince? A mansion like the one you crawled out of? Close one eye and pretend you like it. This is what you can afford. For payment, we'll settle up later," Sue sentences, turning on her heel and walking back toward the terrace exit. "Whatever problems you have, don't call me."

Kurt is stunned, shocked, and quite upset. Normally he would stage a fairly heated argument with someone like Sue and her mannerisms. But this time, he doesn't. This time, he remains silent.

#2 (I thought the title might be celeste nostalgia, but, again, I'm not sure yet)

That city was not like any other he was used to. That city was his point of arrival. His conquest. Years spent studying it, admiring it from afar, longing for it; finally, there it was. Under his eyes. And before long, under his feet. From there, he could see the river running through it, the monuments that filled it and made it different from any other place he had ever seen; any other place he would ever see. He was sure of it. Rome. The Eternal City. The city of the Seven Hills. For a long time, he had even dreamed of it. And to feed his thirst for curiosity even more, he had read in a book about the meaning of dreams, that dreaming of visiting Rome indicated that the best thing to do is to devote oneself to oneself. He had read about how it symbolized a big step forward; made to feel better. "You and only you know what goes on inside you and what you want to do in life," he found himself reciting in a low voice, smiling wistfully and thoughtfully as he continued to admire the spectacle below.

Thank you Gen, @kurtsascot, for the tag ✨️

Even though it's Thursday, let's see if anyone wants to participate, like @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @annepi-blog @bitbybitwrites @nicoise (<- I'd love to know more about this klaine brainrot!!! If you want, of course <3) and EVERYONE who wants to!!!

#THE GIF IS SO CUTE!!!!!!! #and yayyyyyyy escort auuuuu

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Thank you @kurtsascot for tagging me! I'm still working on the klaine hsm au, but I haven't been in the right place mentally to work on it. But I'm pushing myself to have the first chapter out by late May, so hopefully all goes well for this to happen! I still wanted to share something though, so in honor of lesbian visibility week, here's a snippet of a quinntana wip I've been working on. It's based off the movie Look Who's Talking. I added some of my own stuff to make it a bit more interesting though.

Quinn hid behind a wall and took a peak at Santana. Sure enough, she sees Santana take the mail and put in her coat. Quinn pops out and starts yelling at Santana.

"You theif! You're stealing my mail!"

Santana put her hands up in defense. "I'm not stealing your mail!"

"I saw you put it in your pocket!"

"These are mine." Santana pauses. "I sent them here."

"What?"

"Look, I'll explain. Alma is my grandmother. She got transfered to a new elderly care center in Manhattan. I'm not a resident here though, so I thought that…"

"You wanted to use my address to set up residency?"

"Well, yeah."

Quinn shakes her head and sighs. "You're unbelievable. You could have just asked you know."

Santana laughs. "Well if it was just that I would have told you right away. You see I may have told the director of the place that I lived here with my… with my wife."

"Excuse me?" Quinn squeaked out.

"Yeah. They need to do background checks before they let anyone stay there let alone visit. Since your name is on the lease of this apartment I said that I moved into your place."

"So... You want me to be your fake wife?"

"I'm sorry for putting you on the spot like this, but it's really important that my abuela is getting the care she needs. It's just an interview at the center okay. It's not like we have to kiss or anything like that to prove our fake marriage."

#quinntana #OoooooOOOOOOo 👀👀👀👀

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picasso has nothing on blaines juice box

#personal

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tagged by @kurtsascot and @daisyishedwig !! thank you both!!

it’s been some time since i’ve done this, and as some of you may know, chapter 4 of the prohibition fic was posted on my birthday. i’ve actually been cooking with that story recently while i’m waiting on something to fall into place for the royalty au. so please be patient with me!!

anyways, here’s some 1920’s car guy kurt!!!

“Nice car,” Kurt commented softly, obviously speaking more to himself than to Blaine. When Blaine looked at Kurt, he could see that the young man was scanning over the build of the car, silently admiring it in a way that someone with a less keen eye for this type of thing never would. This, as it turns out, intrigued Blaine greatly.

“You know a thing about cars?” He asked.

Kurt gave a shrug that alluded to him trying to appear dismissive. Humble. “Or two.”

“The nance says he knows cars?” Puckerman’s voice cut in, and it was truly the worst possible time for Noah to decide to size someone up like this. “What kind of car is it then? Gimme make and model.” The question was obviously a pointed jab at Kurt. Blaine had to admit, he could understand Puckerman’s skepticism. Kurt certainly didn’t come off as the type.

Puckerman’s remark, however, seemed to have lit a fire inside Kurt. He cut his eyes at Puckerman and before Blaine had so much as a moment to intervene, Kurt spoke up with a suddenly newfound confidence.

“It’s a Rolls-Royce. A Silver Ghost, actually, which makes it a luxury car,” stated Kurt matter-of-factly, and he was correct.

Well, color Blaine impressed.

tagging for both fic and art!!

@warblercore @porcelainvino @unholy-fabray @twinkkurt @backslashdelta @hevanderson and anyone else who’d like to do this!!

#KURT HUMMEL LOVES CARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE ELSE GO HOME #crys #cool mutuals writing cool things

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I was tagged by @kurtsascot this week. I have been very busy and then very sick so I haven't written anything but a small snippet for my Kurtbastian plotbunny that was mostly just me seeking out the vibe, but here you go.

"Why are you here?” Sebastian asked. He was staring up at the ceiling, not looking at Kurt, his face drawn. Kurt rolled over to look at him, his gaze tracking down his bare chest to where the sheet rested at his hips.  “What do you mean?” “Weren’t you supposed to go to Blaine’s show tonight?” Sebastian clarified.  “It’s not until ten.” “But wouldn’t a good boyfriend get there early? Help him set up or something? It’s almost nine.” Kurt’s brow furrowed. “Blaine’s not my boyfriend,” Kurt said slowly. “You know that.” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to be. Just because it’s not official–” “It’s not going to be official,” Kurt nearly snapped at him and Sebastian finally turned to meet his gaze.  “He’s all you’ve talked about for months, Kurt. You want him.” “You don’t know what I want.” Sebastian laughed though the sincerity in Kurt’s eyes caused his stomach to twist. “We both want him, princess. But you’re the one that actually has a chance, don’t make me revoke my forfeit.” “But what about us?” Kurt asked. “What about us?” Sebastian scoffed.  “He won’t… if I date him, this thing between us, it’d have to end. I can’t imagine him being comfortable with us sleeping together.” “So?” Sebastian asked dumbly. “So… doesn’t that bother you?” It did. Of course it did. Every time he thought about Kurt being with someone else, unable to be with him, he felt nauseous, his chest tight. But that didn’t change the fact that– “This was always temporary, Kurt. No strings, no commitment. Just a good time.” Kurt’s face was pinched as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth. Sebastian lifted a hand and gently pressed his thumb to Kurt’s chin until he released it. His mouth was always red when he was stressed from how much he sucked on his lower lip, and Sebastian knew Blaine would notice it and worry. “I was always a pit stop,” Sebastian continued. “Someone to keep the gears in working order so they didn’t get stiff,” he lifted his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, smiling softly at Kurt.

And I'll tag @cryscendo, @annepi-blog, @lusthurts, @backslashdelta, and @bitbybitwrites

#kurtbastian #life is fucking us milo but we persevere……. #cool mutuals writing cool things

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why cant i like “normal” art…..why am i like

:(((( blainesbox :((((((((((( he cuddle

#personal #you dont understand his box like i do theres a history there #Like im DECIDELY NOT BEING NORMAL ABOUT THIS JUICEBOX VINO PLEASE