text — b. anderson ; He really knows how to capture the high school glee club drama. text — b. anderson ; Sounds like someone finally caught a whiff of the true Berry spirit. text — b. anderson ; I’m impressed.
( mssg » jesse | sent ) He’s a complete creeper with a camera and once bribed Rachel to not spread a rumor if she gave him a pair of her panties.. ( mssg » jesse | sent ) The rumor was true but still. That’s really gross. ( mssg » jesse | sent ) Which completely makes your second text not only more than a little bit cringe worthy but I did get a chuckle. Just please don’t tell Rachel.
( mssg » jesse | sent ) Please forget I said that. ( mssg » jesse | sent ) You know Mr. Schue. Sometimes he needs some help. But thank you.
saw this gif on my dash, almost heard ‘sebastian!’ in my head in darren’s voice
and all i could think about was @pianokeysandbowties ‘s rps. i’m rarely on tumblr these days and i miss you every single one of them.
// Look at this cute lil bean. Oh my god! I adore you so freaking much! I miss seeing you around and chatting with you and your amazing gifsets! I was just drifting through your blog the other day looking for things to get in my drafts because nostalgia. You cutie! Come let me love you in messages any time!
A hand rose to cup the other’s chin to lean further into the fast evolving kiss. The sudden sound of an alert coming from his phone made his head fall back in frustration; when he looked down at the device, he realized it was time he left for work. “Nah, screw it,” he decided as he captured Blaine’s lips with his own yet again—after all, with his luck, chances were he would have found a reason to be late on his way over anyway.
Feeling Barry’s fingers curl against his chin sent a spark of electricity down Blaine’s spine. One that danced along his nerves and made goosebumps wash down his neck. Such a simple gesture that was anything but in regards to what it had the power to do to him. He lingered in the kiss, hands coming to rest gently on Barry’s sides before a chime broke their mouths apart and Blaine not only groaned outwardly but now knew what it felt like for his whole body to feel the noise that came from him a bit louder than he wanted. He barely had time to blink at the ‘screw it’ before Barry’s mouth reconnected with his and he was lifting up to greet it, sighing happily through his nose as he lost his breath. His hold tightened like just by holding him, he would keep Barry there longer. Sure, he should feel guilty about making him late but as he deepened the kiss and tasted the faint flavor of mint mixed with Barry? That was way too hard to do.
Granted, if one absolutely had to set up a coffee shop in the middle of Lima, Ohio, he didn’t see any reason not to name it ‘the Lima Bean’. Other than the sheer number of people who would outright refuse to visit it. Then again – if it had good carrot cake…
The Doctor actually had been sitting in the middle of an old Starbucks, which was distasteful for one of a variety of reasons, namely that they could not make a cup of hot chocolate if their life depended on it, let alone spell his name (’Dr’, they had written; ‘Drew’, he had been called). He stood up the chuck out the drink he’d taken only-one-sip-of, being eyed the whole way by old men in rumpled suits who were displeased with his distaste for their regular spot. Maybe he would have to venture to the Lima Bean. If nothing else, he would have actual, photographic evidence the place existed – it was the sort of thing the Doctor liked to keep a good supply of, actually, horribly-named shops that nobody he spoke to would believe existed, unless he had evidence.
“The Lima Bean?” he asked of the barista, and earnt himself a surly scowl and directions to ‘walk out these doors, down the street a bit, get in a taxi, and ask the driver, mate’. He did precisely this and was told it was two streets over, so he might as well walk.
( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) frustrating friend situation, though? I’m good at friends. Once I befriended a wasp. ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Well, a hivemind. ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) Well, a planet-shaped – ( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) my point is, you can complain at me. be as waspish as you like.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I know. It’s a pretty kitchy name but you have to admit, it sort of sticks in your head. ( mssg » not hunter | sent ) Hard to forget since..you know..Lima, Ohio.
Texting the wrong person was usually a one time answer sort of thing. If any hey, wrong number was even bothered to be texted back. However? This conversation was starting to pique his interest too much to give it up. Anyone who admits to befriending a hivemind has to be a rather interesting character, right? Especially if it was a planet of some sort they didn’t want to explain?
Now, either this person was crazy? Or pretty cool enough that they were messing with him in complete sci-fi geek terms. Either way.. Why not indulge himself a little longer? Especially when his next conversation wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.
The offer to complain to the interesting stranger was sweet enough. Blaine gave the phone a small smile before sipping more of his coffee and plucking out his reply. He couldn’t help a squinted, thoughtful look given towards the door before hitting send. Half expecting some stranger walking in that he’d just given the carrot cake pitstop suggestion to. Hopefully, it wasn’t the crazy option of who would talk about making friends with an entire world. Might make for an awkward duck to the counter for a refill before sneaking out. Nah. He wasn’t going to go anywhere just yet.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) That sounds like a story I’d love to hear. Anyone who befriends planets is way too peculiar to not be curious about. ( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I appreciate that. Just.. Some people are frustrating beyond words, you know? Sometimes.. I wonder what makes this person think the way he does. No one will ever know.
did you know that @pianokeysandbowties is one of the sweetest, most wonderful people you could ever meet ? she’s one of my favourite people on here, and I love her to pieces. why ? bc she’s lovely. she holds me up, calms me down when I’m in a weird mood, and we have a lot of laughs together. she’s just generally a very good person all round. very good egg. 10/10 would highly recommend <33
// This was so sweet to come home to! This weekend’s been punching me in the face repeatedly and you made my night. Oh gosh. I adore you so much. I’m so glad I can do all those things. You do the same for me. I enjoy all our conversations, laughs, general weirdness. And you always lend me an ear. You’re dang good people yourself! 11/10 love ya and 10/10 recommend right back!
Barry hadn’t been sure about what to get Blaine, for a brief moment he had wondered about surprising him with a dog. But then realized that was probably a decision they both should make together. Probably. Chances are one of them was going to fall in love with a dog from a shelter, or on the street, and bring it home. That honestly wouldn’t surprise the speedster too much. He looks rather pleased as Blaine looks him over. It’s not the first time he was without clothes in front of his boyfriend. But seeing those Hazel eyes glance over his body still made him shiver. “Well that was the point, it just so happens to be someone’s birthday soon, and you might know him,” he uttered, reaching out to lightly tap the tip of Blaine’s nose. “Cute, likes to sing a lot, dances all the time, has an obsession with bow ties, sound familiar?” his tone cheeky as he scooted a little closer, letting his legs brush against the shorter’s. “I was hoping he’d like his gift, was thinking of letting him do the… wrapping.”
Blaine let his fingers slide across the pillowcase and gently ran the edge of his pointer along the strong line of Barry’s jaw. The man across from him would never cease to bring a smile to his face. Whether that was from being his usual awkwardly adorable self..or..moments like this. Waking him up with his long, lean body stretched out beside him without a shred of clothes on. “Oh, I don’t know,” he hummed with a mischievous grin touching his lips. “He might ring a bell but.. Are you sure you should be in here if he shows up? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for my sake. I couldn’t blame him for being insanely jealous if he walked in and saw you in bed with me in the state you’re in.” He tried not to laugh but that was impossible and dissolving into a fit of lighthearted chuckles took over. Their legs brushing together made the laughter break down to a quiet gasp, bare toes curled against the bed sheet. “Do the wrapping, hm?” Blaine scooted in and let his knee nudge against Barry’s until it was between both of the taller’s to draw him closer yet. A bare arm wrapped around his boyfriend’s slender waist, fingertips grazed along the small of a pale skinned back idly as though Blaine was wholly unaware just how far they might dip down with a barely there touch. “Lucky guy for getting the chance to do that. I’m jealous..”
Cooper rubbed a hand over his face, suppressing a yawn,·“Kinda figured that out for myself, Squirt,” he told him, walking further inside the kitchen and leaning up against the counter, watching as Blaine moved from one end of the room to the other to fetch the milk.·“What have you got to be nervous about, you know you’re going to smash it, you always do,” he shrugged, stretching his arms above his head. He turned his head a little, lips pressed together as he listened to his brother ramble, the usual confident young man seemed to have disappeared before his very eyes, and he couldn’t understand why.·“B, you don’t need warm milk to give you that confidence that you’re known for. You’ve just got to get up on the stage and own it, I know you can do it, and deep down so do you,”
His eyes studied Blaine for a moment, quickly waking up a little more as he realised that this wasn’t going to just be a quick check in before disappearing back up to bed again.·“Might as well, I’m already up, might as well make it worth my while,” he shrugged, moving to sit down in a nearby chair, turning around slightly so that he could still see Blaine.·
Pausing mid-stir, Blaine blinked up at Cooper. His brother was right to call him out. He knew he was different lately. Lately meaning way too long now but it was even more embarrassing if he kept track. so he tried not to. The confidence he normally exuded became harder and harder to hang onto. He wasn’t doing that great of a job at faking it either. Willpower to do so went past hard to come by and it all chipped away at him inside until outside it was just too much to keep up with. Blaine was trying..just sometimes (like tonight) trying wasn’t good enough.
Still? Having the truth served up so abruptly made him suddenly aware of how off his mark he let himself be seen. It was embarrassing but an eye opener. As much as an eye opener can happen in the wee hours of the morning. “I know I can perform. At least I think I do. It’s just that I can’t stand the idea of letting anyone else down. Weneed this so bad. I just need to focus but my brain’s,” his fingers lifted and wriggled next to the side of his head, “all distracted and scattered. Tomorrow, I’ll be fine. Promise.” Cooper’s and his mugs were sat on the table where he plopped down in a chair beside his brother trying to sound as convincing as he was attempting to be to himself. “Just pre-show jitters. I guess even I can get them..,” he rolled his eyes and smiled cutting himself off with a sip.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Riiiight. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I sure hope you asked for good ol’ Bruce’s permission. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Rest assured, I should be home in about an hour. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And not a word to Rachel. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Or Santana.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Kurt! How dare you? I’m completely innocent of any one armed pillow snuggles! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Are you? Should I tuck him back in his box before then? Cause I’d rather have the real thing. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I mean–if I was using the cuddle substitute? I’d prefer you over it. Because I’d rather have you all the time. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Not even a teeny slip? That’s going to be hard..
Sam smiled brightly as he saw his Blaine wave back.. ‘Blaine, just Blaine, not his Blaine.’ Sam reminded himself as he got to his feet and managing to stay up on his feet without ending up looking like one of his Star Wars bobblehead figures he had. He wasn’t afraid to admit, to himself at least, that over the last few months he had started to see Blaine as more than just his best friend, Tina’s remark about Blaine’s perfect butt had made that more than obvious to himself to be honest because he hadn’t been able to keep from thinking about it and checking out his best friend’s behind whenever he could without Blaine, or anybody else, noticing it.
“Blainey.. heyy hi. Wow.. hang on.” He draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder, blinking his eyes to stop the spinning, “Aside from Puck totally bailing, yeah was good party. Night’s even better now you here to take me home.” He looked around, trying to remember where the front door was. “Uhm.. which way?” he asked, looking at Blaine for help.
Seeing Sam vaguely resemble the Leaning Tower of Piza, Blaine hurried a couple steps to be at his side in case the drunken blond decided gravity wasn’t a thing anymore and defied it in a bad way. Hearing Sam call him Blainey brought an endearing smile to his lips and he barely hid it with only a half-turn of his head. Supporting Sam’s weight–Blaine slinked one arm around his middle and kept him close. Who cared if his throat got a little tighter? In dedication of keeping his friend upright, he could just breath a bit deeper and ignore any hint of warmth coming to his cheeks. It’d be gone in a second or two if he kept concentrating on getting Sam out of here. Not that, by doing so, he was holding him tighter than he may ever had. Except the day where friendzone became a real, tangible thing that both of them came to accept. Right?
“Hi, Sammy. I got you. Don’t worry.” He steered Sam around a person he didn’t know that decided the floor would make a good bed for the night. At least someone was kind enough to put a cushion from the couch under their head. Real friendship in it’s prime. “Door’s this way. We’ll get you some water, food, Aspirin and bed. Sound good?” The door was only a few steps past make out central in the corner. Blaine averted his eyes and looked back up at Sam. “I’m sure some air will do you good. You feeling okay? Or do we need to stop?”
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