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“You would not believe the distance I have travelled for a good cake.” His voice carried into the coffeeshop, easy to pick out at least in part because of the obvious accent: English tourists were not very common in Lima, Ohio. Or any sort of tourist, for that matter. The Doctor was standing at the counter, chatting back-and-forth with the overworked cashier so cheerily the young lady seemed to be (almost) waking up, pleased to have someone to talk to (if a little bit confused by his implication that he’d been roaming the countryside in search of cake). Still, a minute later the Doctor was situated at a table in the opposite corner of the cafe from Blaine, pulling bits off of a blueberry muffin because despite the supposedly fantastic carrot cake being sold here, the Lima Bean had sold out all but fifteen minutes before he’d arrived. (They were one of the few places in the USA which sold tea, though, so the Doctor had HAD to stay.)

His eyes wandered the room; after a second, the Doctor leant back in his chair and retrieved the 2008-esque flip-phone from his breastpocket, to read his new friend’s latest messages: he was enjoying the exchange. It was pleasant. Not Ariel was unabashed about his curiosity, which the Doctor appreciated. 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) could be a brain-feasting parasite. those are all over the 21st century. does he watch a lot of FOX News? 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) I dealt with one of those ‘round here just this morning. It’s why I’m here 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) don’t usually drop by Lima. My transport just sort of decided to give up on me. Fussy.

The TARDIS had probably been protesting how bored she was: generally speaking, dealing with brain parasites was not actually a very fun job. Especially in politicians in tiny American towns – half the time you got it out and you couldn’t tell the difference. The Doctor’s texting paused a minute as he went to retrieve his tea, leaving his coat and phone at the table – utterly at ease. Then, once he returned: 

( mssg » Not Ariel | sent ) if he’s making you play guessing games though, Not Ariel, he’s probably rubbish. 

Blaine couldn’t help hearing the voice ring out above all the others in the shop.  Who wouldn’t?  It wasn’t very often that you heard an accent like that in the middle of a coffee shop in..boring, old, never changing Ohio.  Not a particularly alluring state for worldly travellers looking for a vacation.  Not when other places had much more to offer than endless cornfields, cow pastures and lots of small towns speckled between a few large cities that were not nearly exciting as places like New York or Los Angeles. 

A lopsided, curious smile twisted itself onto the corners of his partially open lips.  The man did seem kind of odd.  Did he just say he came all the way here for cake?  Suddenly, his gaze darted to his phone.  Holy crap!  That had to be the stranger-who-wasn’t-Hunter he’d been talking to.  He really did listen??  Gone from curious to stunned, Blaine blinked at the last message and looked up just in time to watch the strange stranger type onto a phone Blaine was pretty sure qualified for an upgrade about eight years or so years ago and possibly then some.  Full of wonder to see if his phone would ding as soon as the man was done, he waited..  And just like that?  The messages came..

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) A brain-feasting parasite?  LOL!
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) I think he’d be the brain-feasting parasite if I’m being honest.  Or if he caught one?  It might make him a nicer person.

A grin that wasn’t even a little guilty for letting that out unconsciously turned that smile a little more devious than Blaine would have intended it to be.  Still, he continued typing and looking over the top of his phone at the man to see what his reactions would be.

( mssg » not hunter | sent ) If you’re stuck here?  I know a good mechanic.  Could have you back on the road by tomorrow depending on what the problem is.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) You’re right.  Hunter is sort of rubbish.  I’m only trying to work things out before a problem escalates beyond any kind of recovery.
( mssg » not hunter | sent ) You don’t have to sit alone over there, you know?  I mean..unless you’d like to?

bloodyknucklxs-deactivated20150:

telling me that you want to explore the possibilities of shipping with me isn’t forcing a ship with me. sending me a ship-related meme to test the waters isn’t forcing a ship on me. writing me a starter and having your muse refer to mine as a significant other / and or insinuating that my muse feels something for him/her without discussing it with me first is totally forcing a ship on me. so please, send me all the ship memes you want, come to my inbox and yell about shipping our muses; i love that shit.

“Why instead of a rigorous exfoliation regiment you don’t just have me over as your new beauty ritual? After all, you are what you eat, killer.”

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“Sebastian!”  There came that heat spreading over his nose and cheeks that the boy never ceased to be able to cause within minutes of opening his mouth.  Today?  His Warbler friend was in rare form.  Considering it took all of two seconds to put it there.  Might even be a new record!  

Blaine stuttered, fully unprepared to play the game of keeping up so soon into them seeing one another face to face.  He should know BETTER.  “You..  You were, seriously, born without a filter.  Weren’t you?  Does that word even exist in your vocabulary?”

jeff.

Jeff enjoyed the crisp air and the dawning new year. He was looking forward to so much. To the fact that he had a new roommate who was nice and didn’t think he was quite ditzy. He kept himself close to Blaine as the boy spoke he listened to him talk about his wish and the resolutions he spoke about. He smiled gently and whispered “I think, honestly that is a shoe in but it’s a good resolution at least I know you’ll definitely be singing with us.” He told him happy that Blaine was happy. 

“My wish or rather hope is that this year will be the start of something new and great adventures” He smiled and wagged his brow at his new friend. “So, for resolution it’s always the same as every year that I’ve been a warbler. I want the warblers to win, so I’m going to try my hardest to help make us great. More than that though I’m going to keep my grades up and make sure that my parents are happy with my work.” He told him “Oh and that I don’t over do it on candy.” He blushed at the last statement as he knew there was still a big box under his bed full of sweets. 

Once he finished his thoughts out loud to Blaine he looked back as he heard someone say ‘one minute’ he looked to Blaine ‘you warm?’ he asked quickly not wanting to miss the countdown.

Blaine gave Jeff a hopeful, ear to ear sort of smile.  One that was sprung not only from his new friend’s answer but also the building anticipation for a new year to start.  A fresh out-of-the-gate.  Not only for the Warblers but for him, too. One that he wanted to use to put his past (namely the reason for being the new kid among them) behind him.  They would sing, they would win.  He felt it deep down in his bones.  But the most important thing was?  He now had the chance to be a part of something bigger and better than he was before.  Home was at Dalton now.  There was no other place he would even consider being to ring in the New Year than right here, right now.

Hands now stuffed into his pockets, balled up tightly into fists inside the warm wool lining, Blaine bounced on his heels and nodded in spite of the way his breath was coming out in grey puffs of air with each exhale.  “Yeah!  I am!”  His chin rose from where it was tucked into the soft, thick scarf around his neck to stare up at the sky.  They should be able to see the fireworks from the park from here.  Another reason why the ones who stayed behind during the holidays to rush to the roof.

He could hear Trent howl out that there were thirty seconds left.  Like a light switch, the anticipation tripled and the boys began to cluster together.  Blaine latched onto Jeff’s wrist in a rush to be part of the group and practically dragged the much taller blond behind him on the way over. Hazel eyes already had their own fireworks going off when ‘Eleven’ was shouted.

“Ten, nine, eight!”  Blaine’s voice joined in with the cacophony of the others.  “Seven, six, FIVE!”

Starter Call!

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// I’m online and working on replies at the moment.  But!  Consider this a starter call for any verse!  If you have a specific one in mind, just put it in a comment!  Or I’ll randomly pick whatever!  Can be crossover, canon, whatever ya like!  Hit that heart!  I’m here and ready to mingle!

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Send me a ♠ for me to describe a favorite rp I’ve been in.

Eep!  My favorite roleplay wasn’t on tumblr.  It was one that I helped run with three other people on invisionfree that eventually moved to jcink.  We did a cross fandom roleplay based off True Blood, Supernatural, TVD, Buffy and Being Human (UK).  The plotline was they were fit into a universe that had the True Blood aspects of vampires being out in public but we worked in the major plots from all the other shows as well including centering the Hellmouth directly under New York City.  There was a lot more to it than that, ofc.  However!  It was one of my absolute favorites and lasted for over three years.  I think almost four??

Send me a ♦ for me to describe a plot that I’ve been wanting to do.

I’d love to do more in my Piano Man verse.  Where Blaine is down on his luck, late twenties to early/mid thirties, and kinda let himself go into a funk of not really believing he can do the things he originally came to NYC to do.  His friends were kind of cut off, he drops them calls and checks in rarely to say hi and let them know he’s okay.  He plays at a piano bar I got some inspiration from various ones I’ve frequented through the years.  The shop owner is a fully fleshed out NPC who acts kinda like a father figure and knows Blaine belongs somewhere else.  But he pays him okay and the tips are enough to afford a small apartment nearby and he tells himself he’s content but really isn’t.   Just playing some older Blaine plots in general would be fun.  We could do anything in it and I have a ton of ideas.  Like millions.

Special Shout Out To: Crack!Serial Killer plots.  Cause I’ve been wanting them for a year (horror writer here) and I’ve yet to actually be able to write them!

Slides over a cornut he made, “I ate your’s.”

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“How could you do that, Barry?  You knew I was saving that for when I got home.  I’m pretty sure I even told you that when we bought them.  Something along the lines of, ‘This is going to make tomorrow’s six o’clock in the morning wake up call that won’t stop until eight tomorrow night so much better’.  I trusted you.”  Blaine has to admit that the replacement cronut does look tasty.  BUT!  That’s besides the point!  Barry violated a sacred rule..and thus.  Poor Barry!  Who even if Blaine was, technically, giving the substitute another glance and didn’t mind too much?  Was going to do everything he could to ham this up some anyway and force him to suffer through a hard love lesson on his growing nasty habit of cronut thievery.

“Where did you get this anyway..?” 

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Send me a ☾ for me to talk about a fandom that I’d like to rp in but haven’t.

On the topic of things I’d like to write!  Oh boy!  The Shameless fandom as a canon character would be at the top of my list.  I’d love to try my hand at Lip Gallagher or my trash of a trainwreck son Jimmy Steve.  That’s another character I made a blog for that I just don’t have the time to fully commit to yet.  Here is to hoping 2018 lets me keep steady on Blaine and maybe try my hand at at least one of my choices!  Until then, I have my Shameless verse.  It’s way too underplayed for me and I’d like to meet more people from there!  Ians, Lips, anyone!!

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Send me a ♡ for me to describe a character that I haven’t had a chance to rp but would like to.

Eep!  I’ve been wanting to play a movie based Eggsy from Kingsman and The Secret Service and The Golden Circle so bad.  I made the blog and everything. But I am a person who won’t start another character unless I’m sure I can keep up with the one that is most important to me (Blainers here!) and give the people I’m already writing with the attention they deserve.  Considering I’ve been hit and miss with activity because of life lately?  I won’t be taking any second characters any time soon! Luckily, my world is calming down a little.  So!  Who knows??  Maybe someday. 

Special shout out to Fox Mulder, too.  Cause I miss playing him so bad.  He’d be my second pick even though I already played him.  I’d love to do it again.