“Nope. Her owner’s out all day, just like basically all of them. Second perk to the job is I can basically do it whenever I want so long as the dogs get exercise at some point.” Still Michael always took them all in the earlier half of the day, making sure they’ve eaten, gone to the bathroom once or twice. The second job of the day was easier when he had a few hours of a nap beforehand. Not that much made it easy per se but given how used to it he was, the extra sleep couldn’t possibly hurt given how late he would be out for it.
Apple paws at Michael’s leg and he finally takes his eyes away from the other man, lifting the small dog and despite just how easy it would be to carry her with one hand he holds her to his chest with both as if she were an infant, even going so far as to pat the pup’s back lightly a few times when she licks the side of his face.
Attention caught again, Michael gives a softer smile to the explanation going along with the other’s offer. “Sure.” His initial guess that he was holding up someone in a rush seemed to be so far off base Michael might be embarrassed if he had been speaking his thoughts aloud. Glad to keep that one to himself, he stands upright all the while scratching Apple behind the ear for a moment to appease her constant need for attention. “Don’t think anyone’s bought me a coffee for tripping them with a dog before.”
Seeing Michael standing in front of him, holding the dog the way he was, Blaine couldn’t help the way his smile wobbled into something more bewildered and adoring. Michael was an attractive guy. You’ve have to be completely blind to not notice. But. Well. Heck. Watching him cradle the dog and give her a pat on her back? That was beyond adorable in so many ways that the stupefied look happened before he could shut it down. Good job, Blaine. And there came the telltale warmth over the bridge of his nose that told him it was, definitely, time to head to the coffee shop before he thought about making it stop before it spread further over his cheeks only to have it backfire and make it ten times hotter.
A lean of his shoulder in the direction of where they were going later, Blaine continued down the street with Michael and Apple at his side. Laughing at the comment, he shrugged and watched the lines in the pavement passing under his feet. “First. I think it’s hilarious that you’re supposed to be walking the dog and seeing the princess that she is,” his attention went back up to Michael and Apple, “you gave into carrying her the rest of the way there. Second? I don’t think I ever bought coffee for anyone who tripped me with a dog before. Today’s a day of firsts for both of us. Maybe Miss Apple too.”
Or has she almost splattered someone on the sidewalk by running under their feet before?” His eyebrows shoved together forming a wrinkle of mock suspicion on his forehead. “Wait. Did you talk her into that? Because I would have got you a coffee if you just let me spend five minutes snuggling the fluffball.” Smiling bright, Blaine lit up as he teased the taller man finishing with a huff of a chuckle and a shake of his head. “You didn’t have to go that far.”
// Okay, so I’ve been having an up and down kinda couple weeks. But things are very much on the up and up. Coming on to see the comments left here from this meme? I got tears and my eye and I love you all a lot okay? I’m so lucky to have met so many people who inspire me on this blog. Damn, you all got me speechless and..awuh hell I love you to bits and pieces you talented, beautiful bunch of cupcakes. I wanna keep this, so under the cut is a sweetness overload of kind words that mean a freaking lot. PS. Right back atcha, every one of you.
Everything, which I know is a cop out answer. J, you write Blaine so freaking well. The mannerisms, dialogue, just everything! I’m always in awe with your writing. 😀
what i ENJOY??? i enjoy the fact that you’re my rl blaine??? the only blaine seb ever fell this hard for?? that works with him every time?? srsly though, j, you know how hard it is to find this type of writing chemistry and i love love love love love your blaine because he reminds me of everything that made me fall in love with the character before show deviated him, and seb you know will be head over heels for him for the rest of his life!!
oh, my god. i could write essays about how much i adore your blaine. so good. so pure. so precious, too good for this world. you write him and the inner workings of his brain so beautifully. i love how you have him so down i can literally hear his voice in my head as i read things. i love how much detail you put into your little headcanons and more elaborate backstory canon never gave him.
i love how your blaine inspires me and my writing. makes my kurt blush and die of embarrassment and weak at the knees all at the same time. literally each and every single one of our verses / threads is my fav and i cannot express enough how lucky i am to have you as my mrs porcelain for almost a year now. each and every single reply i am in awe and i always want to make you proud ♡♡♡
Lips tenderly welcomed the second kiss, a warm smile gently making its way across them as they pulled away. There came a point in which a person’s kisses became casual; sweet, of course, emotional, especially at the beginning, but eventually that fireworks-in-your-head, bells-in-your-ears magic would wear out and melt away into affectionate familiarity. With Blaine, however, that magic remained ever present, ignited as it had been the very first time, perhaps even more intensely each time. Like a fifteen-year-old being kissed for the first time, each time their lips parted, Barry felt his heart thumping and words running away from his brain, like he no longer knew how to articulate them, at least for the upcoming few seconds.
“You got it.” Even though he had been invited to make himself comfortable, the forensic scientist treated the space about him as respectfully as possible for the sake of not overstepping any unspoken boundaries. While allowing his eyes to roam curiously around the room, he touched nothing besides the remote and the couch he took a seat on. “By the way, I’m lousy at picking movies,” he playfully warned as he flicked through the options, having always passed the burden onto somebody with better taste, usually Cisco. “Unless musicals are an option.” As well as being one of the few things that managed to cheer him up when he was down, musicals were also all he could think about when he was at his happiest. In light of recent events, it seemed appropriate to turn to that genre.
Unable to resist the urge with the caress of Barry’s warm breath against his cheek goading him on, Blaine let his fingertips rest against the curve of the speedster’s jaw. Only to savor the sensation of his fingertips against the pale, bare skin for a beat or two. Once he had his fill–for now–he stepped back and made his way towards the kitchen to fetch the wine he’d momentarily forgot about while getting lost in his favorite shade of green. Completely oblivious to the fact that Barry was walking around his living room like he was inside the Met trying not to destroy everything in his path, Blaine spoke loud enough in hopes he’d hear. “Do you know me at all,” he laughed softly while hovering over a stubborn corkscrew that refused to turn, “You had me at musicals.”
Both brows shot up! Success! The dang thing finally managed to pull the cork out before he resorted to digging the cork out with a freaking knife! How classy would that have been? Carefully gathering the stems of two glasses between the fingers of one hand and carrying the bottle in the other, the singer made his way back to the living room with a still pretty wide, triumphant grin making him a whole lot more doofy looking than he realized. His victory against the wine bottle put a pep in his step right up to the couch where he plopped down next to Barry and bent to set everything on the coffee table. “Let’s watch your favorite. I’m way too curious to see now that you made that confession. If we make it through one? I’ll pick the next. Sound good?” Unable to resist one more kiss, he planted on on Barry’s cheek. Whatever they watched was secondary to him just being happy to spend time with Barry. The movies and wine? They were nice. But nowhere close to how content he was to have Barry here instead of a too quiet, too chilly night alone. “I’m glad you could make it, by the way.. I sort of missed you.”
MUN INFO:
NAME: J. GENDER: Female EYE COLOR: Brown almost Black HAIR COLOR: Auburn/Red RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married ZODIAC: Aries Sun, Gemini Moon FAVORITE COLOR: pink, purple, green FAVORITE SEASON: Fall FAVORITE PLACE: New Orleans FAVORITE HOLIDAY: Halloween FAVORITE VIDEO GAME: Resident Evil 4 or Fatal Frame 2 LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED: Glee
WHAT’S YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: I adore Blaine. He’s so special to me. I love how clueless he can be towards someone’s affections towards him. I love that he only wants to make people happy when it’s even at the risk of his own happiness. He’s my ray of sunshine but also has his flawed shadows that make him more human. I love how patiently impatient and insecure he can be while covering it up with the exact opposite. He’s a great mix of good guy with flaws and mistakes and blunders. He’s my dorkish dapper son and I love him. WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE?: If I was a guy and gay? You betcha. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINDS OF THREADS?: I’m kinda split down the middle. Angst and extreme fluff with a lil dash of smut on the side. (I have a sideblog for the latter.) ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER?: To a point. I prefer some types of plots to have open communication and equal enthusiasm. I don’t expect length for length but I do expect enthusiasm and not a one liner response to a multi para that I can do nothing with. That sort of thing. Other than that? I will write with anyone who is passionate about it regardless of fandom or OC status. Show me your creations, show me who you love and we’ll see what we can do. DO YOU HAVE A FAVOURITE MUSE?: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Daniel Molloy WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM?: The night the show ended, I sat on the couch with tears in my eyes not ready to say goodbye to a show that I adored. That night, I made Kurt Hummel into a blog and I’ve been here ever since. Now, watching Glee in general-type joining the fandom? We watched it out of morbid curiosity the night it came on. I’m a horror and true crime person. My favorite shows were things like Dexter, TWD, Criminal Minds, Hannibal, True Blood. Glee is way out of my usual genre but I love it. DO YOU SEE YOURSELF STAYING WITH THE FANDOM FOR A LONG TIME?: Yes. I’ll always love Glee and I’ll probably stick around writing Blaine and occasionally Kurt for a very long time.
// It’s not munday but I’ll answer this while I pause writing and cook dinner!
7. Things that you will not tolerate?
Hurting my friends for the characters they write. Betraying anyone I love’s and my trust. Character shaming, drama in general. Intolerance. The general rule is just be considerate of others that are following you/writing with the people you write with. Chances are they’re seeing what you’re writing and no one should be made to feel like that. Treat people like you want to be treated and we’ll always be kosher.
15. What is your biggest pet peeve?
Not reading rules pages. They’re there to make the RP experience positive for you and the other writer. I get that some can be long but skimming through to get the gist of what you’re getting into is all you really need to do. It helps people get off on a good foot with each other.
16. How much does it take for you to get angry/upset? How long does it usually last?
Depends on the situation. I’m usually really laid back. There are just a few things that really get to me. It, also, depends on what I’m mad about. 9.9/10, I’m over things pretty fast. Others? I stay mad, I just separate myself from the person and move on.
19. What’s the worst thing that has happened to you in the rping community (Within an ooc situation)?
I mentioned one previously but the second runner up happened with someone who I began to develop a close friendship with offline. She was struggling to make ends meet, in a bad situation and I helped her out. Not just with support but helped her keep her internet on, helped her with things she needed. Right after the wallet closed up? She was gone. Not to mention, she was a pretty toxic person I kept making excuses for and hanging onto. I learned a lot from that. My bad.
An eager gaze fixated on the outskirts of the glass front bordering the densely populated coffee shop, teeth sinking down the human’s bottom lip and one grande non-fat mocha and a premature ordered medium drip labeled ‘Blaine’ already sat quietly in the middle of their usual table. They had quietly grown accustomed to these little post-work meetings. Spending most of his time working at Isabelle Wright’s office for Vogue, there was something about his recurring talks with Blaine that made him look forward to the end of his day, and in turn, getting to know pretty much everything about him — the fact they already seemed to have so much in common despite once definitely complete strangers( not to mention the other male’s particularly high cuteness level ) only really furthering his beliefs in serendipity.
Maybe he had been getting a little ahead of himself. Maybe being the ever hopeless romantic somehow already caused him to ruin whatever time they still had left between the two of them. Still, it felt oddly comforting. To know he had a friend outside of his home and the office. One who had not only helped him when it came to figuring out the subway but slowly but surely ease into life as a full-fledged New Yorker.
His muscles tensed at the disruptive sounds of someone else pulling up one of the chairs facing opposite side of him.
❛ Oh, I’m kind of waiting for someone. ❜
So what if Rachel could hardly believe he was real? It seemed kind of awkward to just demand they take a picture.
this coffee shop wasn’t anything like the new york that adam could remember. it felt a little misplaced, too bright, too modern, too clean. the walls were strangely bare, as if the only people who could take joy in the place were people with extensive imaginations. that, and the tea selection was abysmal. what sort of hot-beverage house didn’t have a simple english breakfast option or an earl grey? finally, he settled on a small cup of some ridiculously titled fujian tea for the sole purpose of warming up his hands. being in new york and experiencing the changes since his last visit had been somewhat disorientating. but, it had come with one incredibly special perk: lots of humans. in fact, there were too many. it was always tempting for him to just give in to his desires, relinquish the hold he’d had on his instincts for decades. when so many people existed in one small space, a handful wouldn’t go terribly missing too often. during this see-saw of conflict was when adam had first spotted kurt. and he was most definitely intriguing to every one of adam’s less-than-living senses. and, somewhat comically, he’d managed to catch blaine’s eye too. and intercepting blaine’s frustrating dance with the human was far too easy after watching them and learning their patterns.
as he sat opposite his prey, adam fixed a warm smile onto his face – he’d been taught to act innocent and humble in almost any situation from his youth and had always maintained his manners. chivalry was (un)dead, after all.
❝ my sincerest apologies, ❞ he answered simply, although he made little attempt to get back up off the seat. ❝ i thought it might be a little too good to be true that you weren’t expecting company. how rude of me. ❞ making a show of glancing around the coffee shop, adam hummed. ❝ would you mind if i sat here until your companion shows? it’s a little crowded in here. ❞ he didn’t understand why. it wasn’t somewhere he would choose to meet someone – there was no elegance to it and he was still endlessly frustrated with americans and their complete disregard for decent tea. ❝ and, call me a snob, but sitting with the most well dressed individual so i can compliment him on his choice of shirt seemed like something i just had to do. ❞ his eyes instantly flicked back to the other to admire the fox shirt with a slightly more friendly and dashing smile, before he extended his unpleasing fujian tea-warmed hand across the table. ❝ i’m forgetting all of my manners today: i’m adam. ❞
“And I’m Blaine. Pleasure to meet you, Adam.” Blaine’s voice was quiet. In spite of his smile, anyone who knew him how Adam knew him, could easily hear the hint of restrained annoyance he was doing his best to cover up with being ever the gentleman he was taught to be. Complete with the curt nod and ever-so-curious glint of light that sparked to life in his eyes when he gathered his wits together enough to give himself a swift kick in the pants to notice how tightly his fist inside the pocket of a navy blue peacoat was balled up. The dawning realization came with another err of caution as the warmth of his coffee mug intensified on his fingertips clued him in that they were gripping it too harshly. Any more pressure might’ve caused the ceramic to crack and put him in a far more outwardly flustered state.
How did Adam find out about this? About him?
Kurt was his secret. His escape. Seeing Adam sitting across the table from his secret made ice cold blood burn like fire in his veins. He should have expected this. Adam, to Blaine, was the definition of the modern day saying ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’. Expecting anything less was a folly. A blunder among countless others throughout the decades of whatever game him and the blond Englishman played. Yet, he cracked a broader smile and gave Adam a grin that said he was joking as he took a chair between the two. One that ended up slightly closer to Kurt’s side of the table by sheer ‘coincidence’ of it being where he’d slid it to, of course. “I’m kidding. We’ve met before. Adam.. How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever.” He wished. Turning his attention to a now probably very confused Kurt, Blaine gently sat his coffee mug on the table and flicked a wave towards Adam. “Do the two of you know one another? Adam and I met when I first came here. I guess it’s true what they say? Small world. Even when you’re in New York City..” If only that were the case. Adam. Adam. Adam. The two of them were going to have one heck of a talk after this…
⟨ text : blaine ⟩ i forgot you were a total nerd who doesn’t text in class. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩frank is a well loved and respected – not to mention incredibly talented – actor. he doesn’t need any mom money. not this week anyway. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩my online presence is incredibly important, blaine! these instafamous people are getting everything. sugar bear hair sponsorship? they get it. i could do it. i’ve got great hair. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ this is los angeles, people always stay longer than they’re meant to. getting a ticket is just a daily occurrence. you don’t get that excitement in new york, squirt! reason number 793 from the cooper anderson memoirs of why you should scrap those broadway dreams and hit hollywood hard. we could be the next hemsworth brothers. you can be liam minus miley and i’ll be chris. except i’ll be doing the hunger games too. ⟨ text : blaine ⟩ my lips are sealed. the non disclosure agreement i signed in the starbucks drive through yesterday forbids me from saying any more.
( mssg » cooper | sent ) I’m not a nerd. I just like learning. There’s a difference! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) …… ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Not this week anyway. Let’s try to make sure he doesn’t ever need to use the mom money to get himself out of prison, okay? ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Cooper. The longer Frank waits to get back there, the more trouble he’s going to get in. If the cops are there, he can say he didn’t think he hit someone but circled back just to check and be safe. ( mssg » cooper | sent ) It’s hard to have an online presence while you’re in jail when you’re the one running your own fansite! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) Before you ask. No. I won’t run it for you if you get sent to the tank! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) As tempting as that sounds, New York is where I want to be. Los Angeles is my runner up. Do you think I could make–Wait! Forget about the Hollywood/Broadway talk! Frank is seriously running out of time! ( mssg » cooper | sent ) …Starbucks drive thru?
(aka the i’m in a mood and glad i have this tonight meme.)
Salty me under the cut!!
What’s the worst role playing experience you’ve had?
The Anne Rice tumblr fandom mostly. From crazy weirdo stalkers threatening to hurt my wife (still waiting for that creepo to come at me, bro) to backstabbing to seeing someone being told to kill themselves and belittled repeatedly and then some. The fandom that brought me to my wife (not on tumblr, though) ended up being the grossest I’ve ever seen. Sad because I love Anne and miss some of my AR muses but it’s just kinda awful.
What would cause you to leave a fandom?
See the above. That’s why I left. I am, usually, a die hard in a fandom and it takes a lot for me to leave. That ickiness piled up over a year and then it was time to go.
Why did you leave your last fandom?
With all that awfulness, I couldn’t be there anymore without wanting to stoop to their level and I just stopped enjoying myself seeing what was going on. RP became something I cringed at because of what I saw on my dash.
What are some things you are tired of seeing in the RPing community?
My number one can be discussed on discord/here because it’s mostly dealing with me and I don’t want to make anyone feel bad. LOL! But a VERY close second? Icons with PSDs that make me unable to make out what the hell is in the photo ppl. Chill with the greyscaled, blood red gamma’d, comic book, polarized by 10k% is that a dog with bunny ears or a guy smiling with a knife icons. Ily but damn.
Have you ever had to block someone or cut off contact with them?
Besides the creepo lady that made the lives of many of my friends hell? I’ve blocked a few other people. Mostly because of stealing or because they were just not nice people or broke my rules. It takes a lot for me to block someone.
♤ Has your muse developed to be different from their canon selves through roleplay?
// I think Blaine has developed deeper in most aspects of his canon self but I like to keep him with the same roots. If that makes sense? It’s really important to me to capture my interpretation of canon!Blaine as much as possible. I love digging deeper into the reasons why he’s done some of the things he has. He’s vastly different from Season 2 to Season 6, yet full circle and not at the same time. I like to think the deeper I get into that brain of his, the more my gut tells me about what was going on for him to develop the way he did.
I do have AUs and stories past the series finale that get into different ways to write him and I’ve been seeing new things. So! I can’t wait to learn what comes of those and how he grows with new elements in his life. From supernatural to AHS and beyond verses. So many new things to try! I’m excited to see how he ends up! I have wonderful partners that are forever showing me new things about Blaine as we roleplay. I’m kinda blessed like that!
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