for blesse!

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 44, …out of lust.

Blaine loved it when the theater was a bustle of activity. The chaos, the shouting. Everyone rushing towards their goal of getting one more thing done before opening night. He wasn’t sure he was going to say yes to Jesse’s proposal. Until he was brought here during one of those nights. And standing backstage watching it all unfold was too much of a temptation to quell a sudden ache inside his bones he hadn’t known could ever resurface to say no to. Yes, he adored watching the magic happen and being a part of it. But his favorite moments?

Happened in the quiet dark. When the orchestra level of empty seats faded into the shadows of the mezzanine and the upper floor, it created a small infinity inside their world. One that lured you towards dreaming. Back to dreaming for a dreamer that made himself wake up and face reality instead of drifting away on false hopes. Because where did that get you? Other than pretending?

Jesse always stayed, too. No matter how many times Blaine told him he could go home, the director refused. They could practice. Or he could work. Or they could end up sitting on the edge of the stage doing nothing but talking like they were now. Both of them pretending to be oblivious to the real reason why. Until a touch over a knee happened. Or a hand clasped a shoulder and pulled the other in a little too close. They were borderlining on dangerous territory for weeks now.

Blaine watched as Jesse’s fingers clamped down on his wrist to give it a shake, just to emphasize his point. He, also, felt his breath hitch when the edge of a thumb traced over the thin layer of skin above the blue lines of veins on the underside and didn’t stop. His gaze ran up Jesse’s arm as he lowered their hands to rest on the other’s upper thigh. Knuckles grazed over the top from fingers that twitched towards the heat of Jesse’s body. There was no mistaking when Jesse’s grip tightened and Blaine heard himself whine. Until their lips met, he hadn’t really thought it’d go that far. Though the way their mouths crashed together was anything but timid. To hell with it. A building hunger snapped his resolve and he fed it into the kiss as his free hand gripped the back of Jesse’s neck and held him desperately close.

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) omg dude my fingers are gonna have freaking abs by the time i wake up tmrw lmao jesus man i love it. ok ok lemme reply

( mssg » blaine | sent )

i literally have never been so stoked to be signed up and i’ve signed up for some PrEtTy cool things in my life time blaine. but this is still my fave. lol you make it sound like an escape room hahah

( mssg » blaine | sent )

DUDE. if it makes you feel any better you were always right with me lol. like you were 1000% the Brain and i was Pinky altho poor inaccurate representation of us because pinky doesnt even have abs and ur head isnt nearly that big (except when u win three games of singstar or cod in a row then it gets BIGGER) lolol. You can be right with me and that’ll weigh out whatever awkward “wrongness” comes ur way. i’m so freaking glad it wasnt weird

( mssg » blaine | sent )

i get what you mean. i’m not ur therapist but IM telling you not to think about it like that ok? like, picture yourself as a big apartment building ok? like the coolest apartment building in the WHOLE wide freaking world that has a movie theatre in it and lazer tag in the basement and secret tunnels to get around, with trees that grow money, and the BEST chinese food pizza place in it thats got like two michelin mans because its so good. also the rock lives there and hes always throwing dope parties and inviting us over for cheat day (ok but that isnt apart of what im trying to say i’m just saying we would be buddies with him. and not only that but like stan lee and tom hardy and they also filmed starwars on the roof ok? and think of all the people that live there as ur likes, and memories, and all the good and bad things that ever happened

( mssg » blaine | sent )

but one day… a whole floor got bed bugs so u quarantined the floor like the super vac-u-lock kinda doors like in Alien and fall out and that floor had to get torched by khaleesi’s dragons personally. and unfortunately because no one warned anyone that lived there they got insinerated and we’re gonna look over the huge lawsuit that u would inherit under any other circumstance but THEY WERE REALLY BAD BEDBUGS and again you’re the COOLEST apartment building in the entire universe. even the queen has her own room with her own reptilian exit in the basement that opens into all the tunnels to middle earth and stuff. so those people, some of them were good people and… it really really sucks theyre gone but.. there were also some really bad people too. like some stuff that really sucked when you were going through it, some of the worst things you wouldn’t ever wana remembeer? well theres some balance there.

( mssg » blaine | sent )

because in the end, once the floor was torched its now empty and you can LITERALLY design it the way you want. u want a hair gel factory in there? honestly i’d judge you a little bit but you can put one in, and you can put in a pizza place and a to scale replica of hogwarts so it’s like apartmentception and stuff but… the point is, you have a blank slate now and thats pretty cool.

( mssg » blaine | sent )

You’re still y o u blaine. just cause you lost some people along the way doesn’t make you any less you. all you can do is be the best version of yourself and thats who you’re happy with when u look in the mirror. and whoever that guy is? well he makes me pretty damn happy too.

( mssg » blaine | sent )

summers coming, maybe we could do a mini roadtrip. check all those things off the list. we’ll do a bunch of concerts, and go to the beach, and idk go chill with your horse for a bit. u cant ride him but maybe you can just give him lots of love? maybe he can have his own instagram, idk blaine its a brand new world and animals are so hot rn on insta im js

( mssg » blaine | sent )

anytime. i’ll tell you if you want, but i think you should just try to smash the blaine anderson mold you put yourself in. think of it as digivolving, or just evolving if you wanna stick with pokemon. you just got your evolution stone, blaine. you’re still gonna be old you,but you now have room for the new you too. and as of right now? theres no difference. they’re one in the same. hows that for a mindfuck? sry i know i should be gentle on your brain, its been through enough but those old mindtwisters, they’ll getcha there.

( mssg » blaine | sent )

dude, ive literally been smiling since you texted me and its starting to hurt, same w my fingers but like i like it. i missed this sfm. DUDE DUDE DUDE

( mssg » blaine | sent )

omg i was about to say do you remember when and i swear 2 god its out of habit pls dont be offended if i say that in person IRL dont mean to omg

( mssg » blaine | sent )

BUT OKAY i’m just saying once upon a time we were talking about statistics (lol u srsly did NOT like mr. ratger at all) after class one day and we ended up getting sucked into a wormhole wondering how many times we _____. like how many times have u hugged ur mom? and how many texts have you sent? how many times have u peed in your entire life? how many have we hung out? and we were wondering what your stats would be like if everything you ever did was recorded since u were born and we both got so mad we couldnt have started counting and that we lost years of data. altho to be honest that was like the week long matrix/conspiracy theory trek into the darkside of youtube so like OBVIOUSLY we were in too deep but it makes me laugh kinda because u wiped your hard drive and now have the perfect opportunity. but i dont suggest keeping track of how many times i make u laugh cause even ur not smart enough to count that high. 😛

( mssg » blaine | sent )

i’m gonna try, i promise. and i’m not goin anywhere. thank u for being so cool about this. like you’ve always been the coolest guy but dude, that stuck.

( mssg » blaine | sent )

oh…

( mssg » blaine | sent )

did your parents like… tell you anything? like at all? i was from bushwick, y’know, before dalton… hey, can i see you? i know its late but if i drive up to dalton rn, can we talk? if not, thats totally cool and we can talk tmrw night and stuff i just… kinda wanna answer this one in person if its ok with you? and if not, im sure u have a bunch more so u can throw those at me too i just… yeah.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Now you’re just trying to make me feel better. 😛
( mssg » sam | sent ) So what you’re saying is I should look at my brain like it has an empty floor and create something inside that space? It’d be hard to compete with everything else in this crazy apartment building but I’m sure I could give it a shot?
( mssg » sam | sent )

Maybe if I do that, then it’ll just fill back up again with what was already there lurking. Like cockroaches surviving a fire. The parts of it that don’t want to die out completely but are just waiting for someone to flip on the switch? I don’t know. Everyone has a different theory. Every specialist thinks they’re “on the verge” and it’s almost as annoying as it is terrifying that I’m supposed to trust these people with my past.
( mssg » sam | sent )

You said I forgot a lot of things. Good and bad. What did you mean by that? How much bad was there? My parents and Cooper don’t want to talk about it. They say it’s better to just let it go and not think about it or dwell on it. That I’m starting over for a reason and I shouldn’t look too far back. But, that’s my story. You know?

( mssg » sam | sent ) How am I supposed to not want to go back and reread it? I haven’t yet cause I promised them I wouldn’t. It’s a promise I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep.

( mssg » sam | sent ) I want to know about nights spent like you say. Weird movie binge watches that end up with us looking up conspiracy theories on the internet for hours. How we were so close and it all happened within the span of the years I lost. It’s not fair that you were inside that timeframe and I don’t remember anything about us. We should have met before. Then, maybe, you’d have stuck.
( mssg » sam | sent ) They told me a few things.. Bushwick? Really? Yes. Yes! Definitely. If it’s that important, don’t tell me here. Come see me. I stay at the dorm in my own room. You can stay as long as you want. I don’t have any appointments until after Spring Break. I thought being here with the Warblers who stayed behind would make better company..
( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m on the top floor. Corner room at the end of the hall. You can use my pin number to get in. It’s 9531. Swipe your ID card and you’re set.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Drive safe. I’m really looking forward to seeing you.

“We’re looking for something dumb to do.”

lyric starters: bruno mars

“Dumb? Dumb can be fun and it’d be a lot better than having nothing going on this weekend.” Thinking better, he thought it might be a good idea to set at least two limits considering leaving the game wide open might end in a preventable disaster or two he could think of off the top of his head. “As long as it doesn’t involve anything that might require bail money? Or something I can’t ever wash off because it’s permanently embedded into my skin? I’m in.”

lip.

“Yeah.” Lip laughed, nudging against Blaine’s shoulder as if he was the one acting like an idiot. “Don’t blame you, that guy. He looks like a Chad, probably has a Chinese symbol for ‘joy’

tramp stamped on his back, and a bird wrist tatt, and’uh, had a Prince Albert for a few years until an ex got it stuck in their teeth.” Lip of course, had absolutely no idea if he was right about any of it, but his profiling could be pretty on point sometimes. And if anything, Blaine would at least get a chuckle out of it. He was far from the full package, especially for the other’s natural pedigree, but he could hold his own and 98% of the time his ladies weren’t disappointed in his performance.And yeah, he’d never so much as thought of being with a dude before, even when he found Ian’s stash of porn, even when Ian tried to convince him he couldn’t know unless he’d been with one. But how hard could it be? He knew what felt good, and Blaine already looked at him as if he walked on water half the fucking time. It’d probably be a total wet dream, even if Blaine wasn’t into him. Fuck, the joint was hitting him harder than he thought, but that was probably his bad for how much shatter he’d slipped in. Still the thought of him and Blaine had actually entered his mind and it took him a few seconds to even register what that mean… If anything. He was being an idiot. Jesus. Slightly dazed, Lip shook his head clearing the image away.”Pie in your face though? I was joking. It’s the last thing you need smeared all over your face,” Because that few seconds had kind of tipped the scale into the mental image, and… Good god, was he that fucking desperate right now? Sierra and him had just…

“Yeah’no, it’s fine.” Lip laughed, brushing off how ridiculously animated Blaine seemed to get, acting like he’d just gotten him something far more sentimental or important. The mystified eyes caused his brows to curl, trying to decode what he was actually thinking. “Hey’uh whoever you want. Figured getting you one was a dick move.” He teased, bringing the glass back up to his lips, careful to not poke his eye on the tiki umbrella. The glass was pulled back just in time for Blaine’s arm to press around his shoulder and … His lips? To meet with his cheek. That he didn’t imagine and it hadn’t happened before and now… Well, he hadn’t imagined it. It took a second and a half for his expression to shift back down, the small bit of stun wearing off as he turned, eyes finding Blaine’s. “Yeah, no prob.” He shrugged, following the toast’s direction back to the bartender. Blaine was playing dirty. Raising his glass, he nodded, gaze weighted with something that hadn’t been there moments before and sardonically toasting over to the appointed Chad. The shiteating grin didn’t falter as his eyes moved back to Blaine, “yeah no, we’re keeping you away from Lucky. You’re woke to his pot’a gold of lies now, alright? Hey, drink up, Carrie.” (Wait, it was on the beach, not the city. Whatever, he doubted Blaine needed the magnifying glass to see his reach. ”This place is lame. I’m not gonna let you ring in your birthday surrounded by a bunch’a pricks. Might as well give you a real South Side birthday. None’a this Facebook shit.”

Wow! Lip really managed to paint poor ‘Chad’ in one heck of a light. Blaine, of course, stole the opportunity to give him one of his cheekiest grins yet. A sure sign something was brewing in his head to toss at the other. Right before it was blurted out in a taunt that had Blaine lightly tapping the side of his foot with the edge of his shoe to get his attention then toss it towards good ol’ Chad behind the bar with a tick of his chin in Chad’s direction. “Seems like you know him. Is he an ex of someone you know? Or… Yours? Is there something you’re not telling me, Lip?” See? Blaine could dish out the picking on just as bad and maybe unfairly as Lip could. Especially with a drink in him already before they left the house and and now three or four sips into another. Lightweight always. But at least he was a cheap date! Lips still open from his goading smile, hazel eyes sparkled mischievously. “What should I have smeared all over my face…? In your expert opinion?” God bless him when he could be Mister Oblivious. Not connecting where Lips mind wandered off to, to himself because..Lip never would think that..Blaine simply took another sip of his drink, chased the taste off his lips with a sweep of his tongue and then burst out laughing when Chad turned around and a hint of some kind of tramp stamp was at the small of his back.

“You’re coming with me. And no present is a dick move. Regardless of one or two tickets. Though it would’ve been a little awkward to go alone. Might’ve had to drag you with me anyway.” Lip was off the hook from his derpish question within a couple beats of a very gay club remix of a Sam Smith song that shouldn’t even exist. “S’not like I’m going to burn the place down if Chad magically ends up cutting us off if you keep staring back at him like that. Not that psycho.” Different Carrie and holy crap what a great time to point out a teeny, maybe Blaine wasn’t so oblivious sort of thought made loose lipped thanks to strong alcohol putting a hole in the filter between his thoughts and his mouth. “Hey! Okay! Where are we going next,” perking up–Blaine sucked the last three sips down in one non-ending string of pulls from his straw until the ice clinked against the sides of the glass. All gone! Round two here? Or round two elsewhere? “This place sort of smells weird anyway,” his nose scrunched and a hand batted some air back and forth under the tip of his nose. “Maybe it’s all the cologne, sweat and liquor but..is it just me or..does it really just start to burn your nose hairs after a while?” WHAT? Welcome to Blaine’s Scattered Brain. Probably a blessing considering this strange circle that the two of them were slowly starting to dance around a certain…well…nothing major. “Are we going to that Alibi place again? The one where the guy the size of a refrigerator works at? They’re hilarious..” They’d have a better night there than spending it with Chad and strangers, anyway.

💏

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 12, …in grief.

There was blood everywhere.

On his hands. On his knees. His chin. Inside his mouth. Coating his teeth and tongue in a taste that went beyond sweet, beyond intoxicating and dug deep into his soul as his hunger was sated and the pain began to fade. He’d fallen with his victim, crouched in the dark alley between the docks. Around them the air was thick with seaweed, dead fish and damp. The muck underneath his expensive trousers was seeping between the threads and he could feel press cold against his skin. What he didn’t swallow still dribbled out of the holes he made with his teeth. Blaine’s hand lifted up, his upturned palm pressed between his lips parted his jaw and made the sharp edges dig into his flesh. Crimson lines ran down the neck he stared at mixed with the rainwater and muck that made the scenery all too perfect for his crime.

Adam had wanted to make the experience pleasurable. A lie that might disguise what he’d done seem beautiful and soft. The pitiful human who easily gave themselves over to Adam’s old world charm. Like he did for so very long. Only he was ‘lucky’ enough not to die for his yielding. His talent, companionship and beauty, as Adam put it, sparing him his life and from becoming another heap of bones forgotten at the bottom of the Hudson River. So, he ran. Trying to escape the hunger and the pain and smell of the drunken man Adam steered into the room he’d been balled up in the corner of. He ran and ran until a hum, clink, hum, clink stopped him in his tracks.

The hammer swung up and crashed down. Up and down. Oil burned from lamps inside the blacksmith’s rickety bayside shop. But the usually pungent smell was lost on the whiff of something far more alluring. Copper and sweet cream. Damnation and relief. They screamed inside Blaine’s veins before clamping into them with nails and claws tearing him apart and tugging him inside. A pair of dark eyes peering above puffy, dirty cheeks greeted him with a confused but welcoming smile. Everything faded. A scream brought him back long enough that he registered they were running. Then everything went upside down and pitch black as ecstasy ran into his mouth and he pulled and pulled and pulled.

The blacksmith was dead. Vacant eyes stared up at him, mouth contorted in a final howl that his ears refused to hear. Blaine choked. He felt sick. “No, no, no, no,” frantic hands began to squeeze at the man’s neck trying to stop what was left. A stupid and fruitless attempt to right his wrong. A snap of bone and he wrenched his hand free, staring at it like something that strong couldn’t possibly belong to him. “No, please,” and he lurched forward only to be snapped backwards, feet lifting off the ground with the speed of his backwards trajectory. Terrified as he was turned around, the sight of Adam kicked a sob from his gut and he pointed down at the body, eyes screaming see what you made me do?

How they ended up kissing, Blaine was sure it was his doing. A soft touch to his cheek and his heart broke in two. The only thing he wanted was the taste gone and Adam to swallow up his world, take that sight away, make him forget. He was good still. Not the monster on his knees trying to dig out a shred of life from the mud and somehow smash it back inside the man he murdered. Their mouths moved with a familiar cadence, his opened for Adam to kiss him deeper like he had a many times before. Like nothing bad ever happened, like Blaine needed him. And he did..oh God..he did.

sam.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) always, dude. sign me up for the all access pass then cause i’m in.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) oh man, lmao that’s gonna take some getting used to. thanks for asking the question tho instead of guessing. stevie is my lil brother, and stacie is my lil sister. … yeah, i hope its not weird to say or anything, but you’re totally still the same blaine just fyi.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) lmao jokes on you (but in a good way :P). yeah… i can’t imagine. the bright side is you’re still getting better so progress is progress and it’s all worth it. i’m not a therapist or anything (but we did only get like two channels after school for a while and one always had dr phil on when we came home from school so maybe im like, a little qualitfied////probably not tho) but i think you making YOU feel better is the most important part right now because your the one that has to work thru everything, not them. you deserve to laugh, and to smile, and your feelings DO matter blaine. they matter more than anything else. seriousness is OVERRATED, frustrtaion is too which makes me wonder how they had such a big board game building around it, you know? like dont wake daddy? operation? trouble? mousetrap? JENGA? ALL FRUSTRATION GAMES.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) lol sry blame it on the dysexlia.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) hmm. idk can i be honest?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) lol nvm i know what you’re gonna say but.. pls dont take this the wrong way either cause i just dont know how else to explain it but like. i know you and everything we had and how awesome BLAM was and i know how high the bar is and it’s like, i dont wanna set the bar to the wrong height but its like how do i put all those years and all the memories and the insider jokes and movie marathons all into like, a tanglable level? you know? like im not nERVOUS nervous im just
( mssg » blaine | sent ) i dont wanna blow it. and i know that sounds so stupid but i know they said this can be really overwhelming and like, i spent so long thinking what it would be like if things were the other way and i cant even think of the words for it and i just dont want to scare you off or come off too strong but its also hard because like that WAS us you know? lol we were extra i guess u could say
( mssg » blaine | sent ) i’m so so so so so happy you ended up texting me tonight like you dont even know. it feels so good to talk to you again. but im insight 101, hit me with ur best shot, fire away.lol sry for the typos keyboard is silly

( mssg » sam | sent ) Then consider yourself officially signed up! There’s no escaping now.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I’ve learned better to guess. I’m usually wrong and it makes for a whole lot of awkwardness I’d rather avoid for not just the other person but myself as well. It’s not weird to say. It’s reassuring to hear that from someone who isn’t related to me and knew me before this. Sometimes I wonder if I’m like myself or if I’m losing myself. Or who I was.
( mssg » sam | sent ) I’m not supposed to think like that. I am who I am and that’s the biggest lesson I need to hang onto. Or so I hear. But that’s a lot easier said than done. Because I don’t want to forget who I was and change completely. I still love music. I still love being on the water. Not allowed to ride my horse but I love him a lot.
( mssg » sam | sent ) There’s so much I remember and I feel like the same person that I think I know as me but what if that isn’t me and everyone isn’t telling me? Those are the ideas that go through my head on the daily. So, thank you, for telling me that. Without me asking. I needed to hear it.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Yes, you can be honest.
( mssg » sam | sent ) Hey, Sam? You can’t possibly blow this. From what I know about you? You’re an sweet, kind person who doesn’t mind being patient enough with me to sit up at an ungodly hour and talk to me so I’m not lonely. You’re funny. You made me laugh until I couldn’t breath a dozen times or more. Please stop worrying. Put that thought as far out of your head as you possibly can and..
( mssg » sam | sent ) Be with me. Be my friend. Be here? Be yourself. I want to know you. That’s the cakewalk part. Don’t make it difficult for you. Let it be as easy as it was the first time? We’re gonna be fine.

( mssg » sam | sent ) Don’t worry about the typos. I might make a few here and there, too. It’s late. Okay. Let’s start with question number one. If you and I knew each other? That means you left because you weren’t at Dalton until now. Where did you go? Or were you from my old school and just transferred?

psa: my character is my bby

lleuae:

I’m probably not going to want to RP with you (especially not shippy stuff) if you actually hate/rag on my character to me/on the dash. You don’t have to love them like I love them. But you need to respect that I love them.

aurorasmemes:

fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

fifty ways to kiss someone.roll: 44, …out of lust.

sam.

lyric starters: bruno mars

lip.

fifty ways to kiss someone.roll: 12, …in grief.

sam.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:* i mean, who’s more rock and roll than justin bieber? no one, that’s who. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*･,｡

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 44, …out of lust.

fifty ways to kiss someone.
roll: 12, …in grief.

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･: **i mean, who’s more rock and roll than justin bieber? no one, that’s who.** ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･:･,｡