whut are rules? u r just trying to impede my freedom. is ur name trump? wanna ship quick with me? xo xo
WEAPONLESS. omG beckeh u cant just ask ppl if they wanna ship quick with u
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// ah come on! u cant just say i can’t ask ppl if they wanna ship quick with me. who made u boss?
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YOUR CHARACTER IN FIVE QUOTES
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tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are & fivethings they’ve said. then tag your friends :
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“ I am.. I’m searching. Okay? I’m honestly just trying to figure out who I am. And for you, of all people, to get down on me for that? I didn’t think that’s who you were. I’ll see ya.. I’d say bye, but I wouldn’t want to make you angry.
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“ There is a moment when you say to yourself, Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you forever. ”
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I just wanna make art and help people. ”
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Sometimes if you want to make change you gotta make a little noise.
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“ We want to encourage all of you guys to be proud of who you are. And find friends that accept you. And to not only dream.. To dream big. Surround yourself with people who can help those dreams come true. ”
Whens memories of this night floods back to him, or at least when most of them do, Barry would feel like dying from embarrassment. He’s never been a lightweight, not really. Before he wasn’t much of a drinker, and so much time’s passed with the fact his powers kept him from become intoxicated. Too much, too face. He should have slowed down a while ago. How will tonight end was anyone’s guess at this point. One thing’s for sure, there will be a lot of stumbling around. The CSI had been ready to make his way quickly back to the bar, only to be stopped by his cute boyfriend. Ugh. What did he ever do to deserve Blaine? He might as well be dating a corgi with how thoughtful, fun, and cute he was. Did he say that out loud? Nah. Wait… whatever. “Only– only ‘uz you asked so nicely,” came his slightly slurred reply after he had pouted at him. Once again he leans down to nuzzle his soft skin, inhaling a scent that was all Blaine’s, and pressing soft barely there kisses to the crook of his neck. A path was lead to those lips he just couldn’t get enough of, even when he was sober. “I want twenty kisses,” he negotiated, bumping their noses together. With a smile he pulled away enough to haphazardly drag them out to the dance floor as requested.
Blaine couldn’t help himself from squirming underneath the nuzzle against his neck. Barry was drunk and he was two steps into buzzed and that feeling that ran goosebumps along the line of his throat closest to Barry’s mouth was too much to keep him perfectly still. Laughing, he rolled his eyes towards the dark ceiling and tried his best to stop himself from an all out giggle fit. Because the only other reaction he could have to the light as air pecks that followed Barry’s moment of cute was going to be completely inappropriate for the state his boyfriend was in. “Twenty? I think I can do twenty. Do you require them paid back all at once? Or can I pace myself,” he laced his his fingers with a set of long, expectant ones insisting they were taken. Then with a sway, he was being drug out onto the dancefloor and he watched in wonder that Barry was managing to take the lead through the crowd. Oh, God. Awkward giraffe barely covered how his limbs moved but Blaine had an ear to ear grin that said he loved seeing Barry so loose and carefree enough to stagger them right to where he wanted. Coming in close, he lifted both their hands up and pressed a kiss to Barry’s knuckles and rested the other against a slender hip to draw him close enough that when he started moving Barry could match him. “Did that one count?” Another kiss lingered on the tip of Barry’s middle and pointer fingers. “How about that one? Or am I still at square one?”
He hasn’t thought about this much. Hadn’t at all before he caught the HEARTS in Blaine’s eyes and realised what was happening. And even after, it was c u r i o s i t y that drove his thoughts, quiet wonder that left him with more questions and no answers; left him sneaking glances at Blaine and just thinking. Had a thing with another dancer in Kentucky but he couldn’t’ve been any further away from Blaine — stood just as tall as Sam, with even more definition and skin always tacky with lotion and glitter — so he had no frame of reference, no clue what being with him would feel like.
Was pretty sure it’d feel awesome though, and man, was he RIGHT. Barely even started and he’s hooked, surrounded by Blaine and still wants MORE. Fingers through his hair leave him w e a k, putty in his best friend’s hands, and the hits just keep coming. The feel of his moan against his mouth, their bodies PRESSED TOGETHER… Feels like he’s the one that’s been starved for this, that’s been wanting Blaine f o r e v e r like it’s not all brand new.
Doesn’t stop there either, ‘cause Blaine talks low in his ear and he’s done, maxed out, A GONER. Can’t stop the full-body shiver or the, “Fuck,” that falls out, his voice soft and d r i p p i n g with want — can only cup Blaine’s face in his hands and pull him down with him, bring him back in for another kiss before his back even hits the FLOOR.
It’s not chaste or simple anymore. There’s intent behind it, far more than just CURIOSITY driving it. One hand leaves his face to tuck under his arm and around his back, clutch his shirt into a fist and push him closer, closer, closer; the other curls around the back of his neck and s t r o k e s with his thumb. Comes out on a breath when he speaks into the kiss, sentences lost on him.
“Blaine.”
Hearing the want in Sam’s wobbly voice pushes a soft groan between his lips that split them open a breath away from Sam’s mouth. He’s close enough to taste the mixture of him and Sam blended together lingering in the damp air between them and the flavor coils through his stomach, flips it upside down and sends the aftermath through his system via a chill up his spine. Oh, he’s just as lost. Sunk. Finished and done as his best friend. Nothing he’s ever dreamt of could compete with the reality of having Sam holding his face, giving back everything Blaine is pouring out.
He moves like half his limbs are too far ahead of themselves while the other half are too dazed to connect with the signals in his blitzed out brain telling him to catch up. Jagged and not as smooth as it ever played out in his head but it gets him to where he needs to be. Because, Sam is pulling him. Sam’s hand is balling up a fistful of his shirt making Blaine regret it being there one second and then so, so glad it is when the tightness of the material reminds him just how badly Sam wants him.
Blaine’s throat caves with the whimper a stroke to his WEAKEST spot practically choking him until he forces himself to swallow. And he hears a word that he devours him. His name whispered by a voice that he has shattered practically down to nothing. He did this. He crossed that line and Sam was his to have. Maybe not to keep, cause who knew what the aftershocks of this might to do them. But. He’d hold onto the moment for as long as he could. Why? Nothing could feel as good as when his chest lays against Sam’s, their stomachs press tight and Blaine’s hand steadies itself on the outside of his best friend’s knee to guide it closer to his side, hip connecting the curve leading up to Sam’s so he can torture them both with a barely there push forward that sends fireworks exploding behind clenched together eyelids, tongue sealing the kiss and then finding a new mark. Temptation drags it along Sam’s collarbone to see what might be like, what it might do to him. It’s vaguely salty and sweaty. Tastes perfect.
“Is this okay…,” and he doesn’t wait for the answer when he sucks a patch of skin just past the curve into his mouth intending on leaving his friend with a reminder of what them together was like by. His hand pressed flat to the floor reaches closer now that an elbow keeps him steady and fingertips dance over Sam’s shoulder. The other set slide down the back of his leg until there’s a hem of fabric it glides between searching for the spot where pale skin becomes softer, warmer and he has to ignore one last barrier of an elastic band around the leg of Sam’s underwear to get there. Once he finds it? He can feel his knuckles digging against himself as he traces the line of Sam’s inner thigh. Blaine SHUDDERS hard losing his breath and choking on gasps and ruts against him. Teeth run over the darkening mark on Sam’s neck cracking his mouth open just far enough for the whine that he can’t hold in anymore. The sensation is enough to make his breathing stop when his mouth starts to trail lower towards the rise and fall of Sam’s chest, kisses peppered and tongue dragging in spots. “Oh God. Mine..”
Today had been something that Rachel had wanted to forget entirely, never had she been so unprofessional, and yet at the time it had sounded so logical that she believed it was the only way. Never again, there was probably a reason why minors weren’t supposed to drink, and after the disaster at the school assembly she knew it would be a while before she trusted herself with alcohol again. Her body slumped a little when she heard Blaine’s cheerful voice through the phone, reminding her of what had happened, and she cringed at just the thought of it. “You heard about that…?” She let out a tired sigh, if Dalton had heard about it, then no doubt the entire world of show-choir would know soon enough. The New Directions were officially a laughing stock.
“I’m okay, thank you. I think the worst is over, thankfully,” She didn’t think she’d ever look at Brittany in quite the same way again, but she was okay in herself, aside from feeling more embarrassed than she’d ever been in her life. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a little smile at the sweet gesture and she found herself nodding into the phone, “That’s very sweet of you to ask, thank you, Blaine. I was planning on heading home for the night, and laying low until all of this died down, but seeing a friendly face might help lift my mood a little more.”
“Uh. Yes. I did. Don’t worry, it hasn’t hit the show choir blogs.. Yet. I think McKinley’s resident creep was too busy in shock with the rest of the school to get any video of it. And you taught everyone a valuable lesson. Who knows? You might’ve scared everyone onto the straight and narrow. So? There’s that?” Blaine’s attempt to comfort her might’ve gone to the desperate end of searching for the smallest pot of gold you could find at the end of the rainbow but he was trying. Okay? Sticking to the offering of tea was probably a better idea.
The Warbler gave a curious glance around the shop to see if any of the New Directions kids showed up during their talk? Still no one. Looks like they would have the place to their relative selves. Meaning no familiar faces to be seen anywhere. Which meant she might be able to relax and recover without the pressure of her friends being there “You’re welcome, Rachel. Want to meet me here? Whenever you have the time. Maybe after we could go see a movie or something else to keep your mind assembly free.” Shouldering himself off the column, he decided to mosey over and get in line. A pre-emptive coffee would hold him over until she got here. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, by the way. Don’t worry. A new drama will make everyone forget about this in a week or so. Isn’t that how high school works?”
( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Not specifically. Are you hungry?? I just wanted to offer my kindness as a guest. Bring something for when we hang out. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Like a condom. ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Some food*** ( mssg » killer 🍑 | sent ) Damn. Auto-correct blows.
( mssg » sebastian | sent ) How about you show me what all the hype is about courvoisier and coffee by bringing some? My father’s more of the scotch and brandy sort of guy. We never have that in the house. I’ve been curious to try it since you keep lamenting on how wonderful it is. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) I..uh.. ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) Did you just? ( mssg » sebastian | sent ) You know food and condom aren’t close enough for autocorrect in the slightest…right?
❛ And so the world shall be conquered. ❜ Lips curled up into a smile, his heart skipped a beat as Blaine caught hold of his wrist unannounced; his gaze immediately left to linger on their joint hands on the table before eyeing the other male quizitively. Progress. How he longed for one night of feeling normal. Without a near constant target on his back for being gay, or his always present irrational fear of being jumped or shoved whenever he so much as turned the corner. It almost seemed practically impossible. Like some strange out-of-this-world fantasy, only to exist deeply buried inside the back of his own mind.
Even now, sitting at their table, he could feel the endless barrage of anxiety rapidly bubbling up back to the surface inside of him; the warm and most welcoming touch of Blaine’s palm still wrapped firmly around his wrist the only means of subduing his nerves from detonating entirely. He was growing pretty tired of keeping up the facade. As much he willed himself to stay strong not only for himself, but for the sake of his dad; Kurt realized even Braveheartmust have had his moments.
❛ A tempting offer. ❜ Eyes finally flickered to gaze up at the teenage boy sitting across from him instead — positively losing himself in the distinct mixture of hazel and green before quickly snapping out of his inner thoughts as he allowed a soft chuckle to fall from his lips. ❛ I suppose you already know I don’t have any other plans. ❜
Letting his touch stay right where it was, Blaine tried his best to ground Kurt from the thoughts that kept Kurt’s thoughts drifting off to the place that made his gaze distant and the air between them shift into something somber and quiet. In spite of how they were talking. It was the sort of quiet you can feel seeping into your bones. The kind that people who have only been to the place where it feels so cold and lonely that it seeps into your bones and makes a mark so deep you’d swear it was permanent. Only the people who’ve been there know how hard it is to make their way back home. Blaine would know.. Sometimes, when he was alone and not filling every waking minute with the Warblers or Dalton or music? He could glance behind his shoulder and see the pathway creeping up from behind threatening that if he thought too much about the things he could’ve done and didn’t, something would drag him right back there.
But there was always the dawn of a new day. The promise that the past was in the past. The future was wide open and there waiting for him to make something of it in hopes that no matter how dark could’ve been thoughts might get? Could be thoughts would be enough to balance it out. There were other things he could focus on fight for. Those were what he clung to and maybe if he could show Kurt the way to find a few solid things to hang onto that were ahead instead of behind or in the now that was so full of turmoil and doubt? Maybe they could stay on the road to better for good together. Whatever sort of friend he could be? That was all he wanted to give.
Once he had his attention–Blaine smiled and gently rubbed the edge of his thumb back and forth against the side of Kurt’s wrist and gave him a warm smile. “Great! Then I can take up all your time guilt free. Are you up for a drive? I think I know a place,” he paused then picked up his soda. “I mean..since you have the time?”
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