i very recently hit my first 100 followers, which absolutely blows my mind. truly, i can’t comprehend that this little blog of complete un-quality content has gained any attention at all, let alone triple digits! i’m not really a person who does the whole heartfelt stuff too often – and when i do it’s awkward as hell (oop, this is no exception) – but i truly couldn’t be more grateful that you’re all here and sticking around. you’re all, every single one of you including any bots that are floating in that number, incredible!

i know i haven’t talked to all of you (i’m a shy little bean!) but i’d love to get to know you all, plot some things that are wild and exciting and just have a hell of a lot of fun. so please don’t be afraid to approach me, i swear i’m not scary. you could literally send me a google image search image of a dog and i’ll be your best friend. it’s that easy.

the new year is coming up and while i don’t like to make a big deal out of it for personal reason, i’m wishing you all the very best for the new year and i hope all of your goals for the next 12 months are accomplished. and now a bit from your grandmother willow: stay safe out there and don’t play with fireworks!

        SPECIAL MENTIONS !

   laurie ( @avcntgarde​ / @mixedbcrries​ )  ✮  you’re kind of the real mvp here for sticking with me from my first ever indie up until this point. and also for persuading me to play some muses i would have never thought about in a million years ( *cough* dwight *cough* ). i always thought i made the worst first impression shouting about the eurovision song contest to you, but you’re still talking to me so… maybe not! a million ships later, a billion threads later and here we are. here’s to a trillion new things in the new year! ps. thanks for putting up with me fooling you into thinking i’m alright. u quality, me lame.

   j ( @pianokeysandbowties​ )  ✮  i should just put a dramatic ant video here and let the man’s love for his ants express my feels here, shouldn’t i? but seriously, you’re awesome and no matter if we’re playing complicated vampire feuding or the ridiculous anderbros, i always thoroughly enjoy headcanoning these things and getting them written out there. here’s to more anderbro ridiculousness and to figuring out the century spanning love but hate but need but want to kill you relationship that our gay vampire club members have!

   lissa ( @soulofsea​ )  ✮  i know you’re having a tough time right now, but you’ve honestly been a little ray of sunshine to have met and talked to over the last few months i’ve had this blog. i didn’t expect to adore newt and annie as much as i do, but damn, they’re the cutest friends. i sincerely hope things get better for you soon! consider this a giant hug from me to you!

       A++++ HUMANS !

most of you i’ve spoken to at least once or have a thread or two with. some of you i haven’t. either way, i think you’re incredibly talented and lovely people and… basically, just keep being your awesome selves!

@beguilcd   ✮   @breathtonks   ✮   @cleverwitched   ✮   @godcreates   ✮   @goldensaviour  ✮   @idyllicism   ✮   @littlelicn    ✮   @petrasplaining    ✮   @shenaniganelous   ✮   @sondered   ✮   @rcdhaired

       ALSO A++++ HUMANS !

this is for those i follow that i haven’t really interacted with much if at all, but i still adore following. and if i wasn’t shy af i probably would have demanded we write something together already. keep being amazing!

@crlyl​  ✮   @dcarest   ✮   @forestfled   ✮   @forslaughter  ✮   @holyheadharpv  ✮  @imthelcstprincess  ✮  @lumiena   ✮   @odairing   ✮   @ofstarrynights   ✮   @rewrittenstar   ✮   @zensolano

& honestly, if i follow you, i think you’re amazing. i just don’t want to make this the longest post in history.

✘

the mun’s interpretation

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✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

I’m going to go with a lot of the things I see on tumblr for an answer.  One of the opinions I dislike most is that Blaine was, somehow, some sort of victim when it came to Kurt.  Or vice versa.  These characters were legit kids when they got together.  They made mistakes.  They hurt each other.  They feel deep remorse about it and have done their best to be better people.  Both breakups were awful.  But I think it took them losing one another to find themselves (especially the second one) and reconnect in a healthier, more loving and grown up way.

Without Kurt–Blaine wouldn’t have been the person he turned out to be.  Without Blaine–Kurt wouldn’t have been the person he became.  They built each other up.  They were there for one another.  In the end, the bad they did were the mistakes of youth and poor decisions.  I’ve made them growing up.  I’ve had them made against me too.  Was I cruel?  No.  I was being stupid and I grew.  We all do.  Was I a victim?  No.  Because I didn’t let myself be one and I grew because of them too.  Anywhoooo!  That’s one of my most unpopular/popular ones depending on what side of the Klaine fence you’re on. 😛

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the mun’s interpretation

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♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?

Actually?  I like all of Blaine’s canon material.  Including the wonky Season 5 where everything was a little bit on the WTF side of the tracks and Blainers sort of had his meltdown.  I think it added a layer of unsurety in him that kept building from season two and hit a breaking point in season five.  Without it, he would have been a more flat happy-go-lucky / is this guy for real cause he had no problems whatsoever sort of character.  

A lot of people don’t like how vulnerable he was.  Or that he seemed to be a different person.  But I think as the seasons progressed and he had his bottoming out?  It sort of proved that he was more human than the side character he’d originally started as.  I sort of accept Blaine for Blaine and created my headcanons along the way that align with what happened.

My only eh moment was the cheating plotline.  He was so torn up over Kurt just talking and flirting with someone in season three.  I just don’t see Blaine as the type to cheat.  I think the breakup could have happened in a different way.  Maybe just a massive falling out of “you’re not here for me anymore” sort of fight.  Blaine gets validation from people and I get that, but I just don’t see him as a cheater.  However, I do run with that plot and have adjusted my personal opinions to line up with canon.  He didn’t just get over it in my plotlines though.  It’s something he regrets even years later when the notion pops in his head that he did that.  No matter what AU or ship I write it in, it’s there.  I hope that makes sense!

cooper.

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   ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ oh, i’m sorry. 
   ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ gif.
   ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ mom graciously offers to fund my successful career journey. headshots aren’t free, squirt. i also wouldn’t be able to work from behind bars (unless the role is a prisoner, obviously). so i think that falls under the helping with my successful career journey dealio.
   ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ relax, i’m watching from my car. i’d be thrilled to be compensated for a small scratch and the loss of a wing mirror with a handsome and expertly signed headshot of yours truly. or frank. he’s just as great. i can’t imagine there’ll be any trouble. and, for the record, i run my fansite with the help of my assistant. i wouldn’t need you anyway. nor would frank.
   ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ the best casting decisions are made by those who have their daily venti iced skinny soy hazelnut macchiatos with sugar free syrup, an extra shot, light ice and holding of the whipped cream. consequently, i spend a lot of my time around the drive through. making good impressions. sometimes i throw a little improv out there. oh no! i ran over a bird! i’m distraught! it works like a charm.

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( mssg » cooper | sent ) The fact that you took that much time to finding a gif to send me in hopes of making fun of me makes you an even bigger NERD than the one you’re trying to make me out as!  Just so you know.

( mssg » cooper | sent ) Yeah yeah.  Whatever you say.  She still isn’t going to be too thrilled about having to bail you..or Frank..out of jail for a Hit And Run. Get back there.  Now!
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Wait.  You’re sitting in your car?  You freaked me out this bad and never left in the first place?  Cooper.  You’re a such a jerk sometimes.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Hang on.  Assistant?  When did you get an assistant??
( mssg » cooper | sent ) That’s a laundry list of a drink name.  Do you really order that in the drive thru?  I feel bad for the guy at the window..  
( mssg » cooper | sent ) Ah!  I’m sure your improv makes up for the ten cars behind you.  Very clever Cooper.

sam.

“I…” Sam nodded, he’d been friends with Blaine long enough to see all the heartache he’d had. He didn’t want to add to it, and yet he wanted to be true to himself, he wanted to be honest with Blaine about the conflicting and changing feelings inside of himself. He took a beat to study Blaine’s face, nodding slowly as he chewed on the corner of his bottom lip, hesitating another moment before he spoke, “I like you. I like-like you.” He spoke clearly, just like he did when he was trying to make sure the twins understood him. Speak simply, speak from the heart, and you’ll never be misunderstood. As his mother used to say, something her mother had told her. He took it to heart, especially in important moments like this. “I know I’m not the kind of guy you’d want. But we’re bros. And I care about you. I could be…good to you, I think.” He added and shrugged his shoulders, “If you still…or, if you like me. If you wanted that, too.”

‘I like-like you.’

Blaine could feel his heart grow wings and attempt to fly right out of his chest as the words that truly stuck repeated themselves inside his head.  Sam liked him.  Sam’s doubts and fears that he couldn’t be the kind of guy he’d want were so the bipolar opposite of anything remotely close to the truth.  So far that Blaine stood there blinking, his head cocked to the side, and a stunned expression replaced the awed look that’d been frozen in place as he absorbed what Sam was say and what was happening between the two of them with that confession alone as the catalyst. “You..  You can’t really think that.  You wouldn’t be the kind of guy I’d want?”  His half-laugh put crack in his bewildered facade.  Cheeks pink as he took hold of Sam’s wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze to drive his words home.  “Haven’t you been paying attention,” his tone dropped to a pleading whisper, “You’re exactly the kind of person I’d want..  Yes.  I still like you.” Another huff and he rolled his eyes before a smile so wide pinched them together at their corners.  “And, yeah, I want that.  I could treat you so well, Sam.  Just let me try?  Please?”

rachel-b–berry.

FUNNY. Rachel had always imagined herself running to KURT first when she took that last intimate step with Finn. That she’d want to gush to her best friend about how magical it had all been, bouncing excitedly on her toes while Kurt asked an obscene amount of questions. Not about THAT, Kurt would probably rather burn all his Prada than hear that kind of detail about Rachel and his step-brother. But about the night – who had made the first move, what had been said. If there had been candles, roses, soft music floating in the background. What was the thread count of the sheets she’d lost it in, and wondering if there a piece of furniture in his house he never wanted to sit in again. Wanting to know what had been the phrase, action, or feeling that had FINALLY gotten Rachel over whatever had been holding her back for the last eight months.

But it wasn’t Kurt she found herself searching the McKinley hallways for. It was Blaine.

There was no one at McKinley who would better understand her in this moment than her Tony. No one else who had ever understood her openness when it came to sexuality and yet hesitation at following it through to the final act. But Blaine had been there for her when even ARTIE was ragging on her for wanting to hang onto that milestone just a little longer. He’d shared her view; he’d been on her team when she’d needed him. It was only fitting she wanted to tell him first. 

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you EVERYWHERE.” Rachel exhaled with relief, already planting one of her tiny hands on the sleeve of Blaine’s sweater. “I have to tell you something. About why I never showed up to the party.”

Blaine couldn’t wipe the everpresent happy, to the point of goofy if he wasn’t paying attention, permanent smile off his face.  It’d been there the whole weekend. Only tapering off when he was busy and his mind went elsewhere then returning when a flashback that sent shivers down his spine and caused his toes to curl right back up at random, sometimes very inopportune, times. His friends were going to figure it out if he wasn’t careful.  Not that he and Kurt were hiding what they did because of any sort of regret or care what the others might think.  It was only..  Kurt and he wanted to keep what they shared for the two of them for as long as possible.  

What happened was the most special night of their lives.  You couldn’t blame them to not want to spend every second answering a million and one questions about what went on.  Especially when a few of their friends lacked any sort of filter when it came to asking questions about what ‘gay stuff’ was like. Or how it worked.  Or who was what role or..  You get the point.

 It didn’t mean that Blaine wasn’t aching to tell someone.  To explode into glittery rose petals and gush about sharing that part of himself with the person he loved the most.  He was.  Maybe just to one person.  The one that stuck by him throughout the days leading up to it.  She shared his fears and his hesitations and made a handful of blundering mistakes that were borderline awful like he did.  His Maria.  And then, suddenly.  There she was.  Pulling his attention from the book he had in one hand and the coffee he was casually sipping in his chair inside the library with the other.  Blinking, Blaine looked up.  His olive cheeks went pink and..holy cow..did Rachel??

“Rachel!  Y-Yeah.  Okay.  Tell me,” his hand covered hers and he curled up in the chair to face her, eyes bright and curious and hopeful.  “Is it what I’m thinking?  Did you..?  Seriously?”

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN MEME @inthequiver​
(random roll:  5, Make out on the floor)

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   The burn of his last drink was still inside his mouth when he sat himself down on the floor of the closet he just so happened to end up inside with Sebastian on the very first round of the game the Warblers were all too eager to play.  Shut away from the rest of the world in their secret little hideaway, Sebastian and a few others snuck in the liquor.  And the rest?  As they say.  Was history.  With a thud, he felt Sebastian join him and he blinked down at him with a look of puzzlement etched on his flushed face. “Weird how this ended up you and me two seconds into the game,” Blaine smirked making his thoughts sort of obvious.  Did Sebastian set this up?  Was this idea all his to begin with?

Then his mouth got warm and he could taste the coppery flavor spreading up into his nostrils and he practically melted down onto the floor beside the long, lean body pressed so very close to his.  “Almost like it was rigged,” the heels of his palms dug into his eyes but his lazy smile said he didn’t mind.  Not too much.  “You wouldn’t do that..  Would you?”  They both knew pretty damn well Sebastian would.  Blaine was simply the master of skipping right to oblivious when he needed to.  This point in time was a good example of when he needed to.

But with a turn, Sebastian’s nose was right in front of his.  Green eyes made sparkling by too much to drink and that glint that never quite left them met his and Blaine lost his ability to joke. Instead what came out were stuttered puffs of air that was supposed to be a chortle.  Those died out two seconds in when instead of watching Sebastian watching him, he didn’t realize he’d skipped down to watching Sebastian’s mouth and his Cheshire Cat grin..and how Sebastian’s tongue dipped out to swipe off a tiny taste of expensive liquor off the corner of his lips.  Oh god.  Blaine’s finger lifted up to get the rest.  The pad of it pressed to Sebastian’s bottom lip.  He choked out an, “I got it…,” before absentmindedly sucking the flavor off his skin.  A quiet sound left his throat before he could bit the tip of his finger to keep it at bay.

The look on Sebastian’s face was a blend of mischief and shock..  What did he just do?