Tag: meme continuation

Tate was a brick wall.  Unmovable and unfeeling as Blaine felt his heart pounding in his chest like it might just break through his ribcage and take off if he wasn’t careful while taking a leap of faith and kissing him.  Having no reactionin return, though?  Even if Tate, didn’t pull back?  Blaine did.  This felt sort of like the total opposite of what he spent his nights awake hoping for.  Maybe that one time thing of their first kiss weeks ago was meant to be a one time thing?  Tate was right about how mother would react.  Blaine, promptly, deflated.  “Yeah.  Yeah.  You’re right.”  His mother and Blaine’s dad took the same parenting class, it seemed.  Only, Constance was worse.  “Tate?  I won’t do it again.  I just thought..maybe you wanted me to.  I’m sorry.  I’m not that kind of person.  Even if what might’ve said otherwise?  I’m not.  I promise.”

@c0kehead​ ; continued from here.

Even Dave’s plea of ‘babe’ didn’t kick him out of his utterly dismal mood.  Brought on by lack of sleep thanks to his entire face feeling on fire, fuzzy and plugged up.  He couldn’t get comfortable in any position and his chest felt like it was in cinders by how hard he’d been coughing.  He’d bit through the antibiotics.  Managed to keep them down even.  Blaine knew inside the bottle of thick, syrupy gross that Dave held was the means of taking care of seventy-five percent of his issues.  However, this awfulness didn’t do him any favor and left his tastebuds fully functioning.

A red tipped nose scrunched up so badly Blaine’s eyes shut and he waved at the bottle like the devil was sticking his head out of the top.  “Just kill me.  You’d be doing me a favor,” he sank back down into the pillows blindly lifting his hand out of the covers and scrunching his fingers back and forth towards his palm.  His means of sort of giving in cause he could totally change his mind still.  Who knows?  Maybe Dave got lucky this time?

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.

Blaine’s teeth worried against his bottom lip as he slouched down in his chair and gave Finn a tilt of his head.  “Sure.  I can do that.  What are we looking at here?  Are you going to do this yourself?  Or pitch it to Rachel?  Because those are two different situations.”  A smile followed his playful tease at poor Rachel’s expense.  But?  No one could argue that logic?  Come at Rachel unprepared?  And you were going to head right for disaster.  In the best sort of way, of course.  Right?  Right.  Or that would be his story if asked.  One that he’d stick to until his last breath.  Either way?  This was a better distraction than stewing in his thoughts all night.  Finn could always be relied upon for a distraction to get out of his head for a while.  Something he was infinitely grateful for.

@frankenteend ; continued from here.

Goosebumps sent pinpricks of raised olive skin spreading up his neck and down over his collar bone.  A pleasant chill ran down his spine in spite of the blanket covering them.  Chuckling quietly, he hummed and scooted in.  Blaine’s arms held him close, toes wriggling now that their legs were entwined.  Hazel eyes, full of adoration and a sparkle of sheer contentment, read back and forth across the other’s.  “Mm.  So are you.  Not letting you up any time soon.  This is your only warning.”

@volkovprvncezz ; continued from here.

How strange was it that he spoke more to someone who shouldn’t be here more than he did the ones who he was tied to by blood?  Blaine spent the better part of a month trying to tell himself none of this was real.  A dream or, at the utter worst, he was going insane.  Something had to give to make Vivien and the house and everything inside it make sense.  Why he stopped?  He wasn’t sure but Vivien seemed to have a lot to do with him, finally, settling down and chalking it up to him needing someone and her being here.  His hands balled up against his knees, gaze lifted towards her.

“The house is too quiet, I guess.  Seems like the quieter it gets, the noisier it is..  Does that make sense?  Probably not.  Or does it?  I just–.  Maybe you could tell me more about you and your family.  What about this place makes it feel like this?”

@ghostxmother ; continued from here.

Blaine wasn’t counting on an overly ornate answer to questions he purposefully kept as simplistic as possible, lest they be returned.  Truly digging deep wasn’t a habit he let himself indulge in that much these days.  Instead, he used his straw to poke at what was left of the ice in his glass of vodka and cranberry juice.  The crimson barely tinted the liquor inside making it a dull pinkish mess of Grey Goose and what could have tasted good thirty minutes ago.  Grinning, hazel eyes turned his attention back to the man beside him.  “A pistachio ice cream loving Christmas guy.  What brings you to New York?  Or are you a local?  I’m Blaine, by the way.  I think Joe’s got some pistachios behind the bar if you need a fix?”

@eiightisgreat ; continued from here.

dave. 

( sms ) i think that depends on the context.
( sms ) what kind of dream is it?

( mssg » dave | sent ) What if the context makes it weird?

( mssg » dave | sent )

You promise not to judge me too harshly if it does?

( mssg » dave | sent )

You’re free to tell me to shut up at any time! 

( mssg » dave | sent )

I just want to put that disclaimer on the table.

@damagebuilt ; continued from here.

remy.  @secretivesmythe

✉ R: Smythe: Sick? Drunk? What do you need? Water? Like, a bucket? Your brother? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED B.

( mssg » remy | sent ) iThink i need an exorcisxt and maybe soem ginger ale and crackers. how about a gatorade? don’t come insied though.  leave them by the door.  This is humiliating

( mssg » remy | sent )  DO NOT call Cooper!!e

( mssg » finn | sent ) I thought I could learn more about what they were about by agreeing to show up at a party last night.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I woke up next to the couch with a passed out Edward Elric narrowly missing my shoulder with the drool coming out of his mouth.  My fondness for anything anime related was tarnished beyond repair.
( mssg » finn | sent ) And I still can’t find my keys to my car so I can go home.

( mssg » finn | sent ) How did we not know that the New Directions were getting this party thing wrong all along?  We were never as “hardcore” as these guys.  Like.  Ever.  This includes the Rachel Disaster.

@theqb ; continued from here.

multimemoirs‌.

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“Maybe that’s the problem.  Maybe I’m tired of being scared thanks to chances.  Because how many of them have I taken that completely blow up in my face?  Maybe being safe and even is better.  Less risk of something going absolutely wrong.  It might be predictably boring in your book but it works.”