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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.

( 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.

“We missed you around here, Killer.”

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Another one of his visits that stretched far past school hours into the later part of the night.  Seems like it was getting harder and harder to will himself to walk out the door and return back to reality.  The comfort of the Warbler Common Room when it was only him and Sebastian was something he told himself was over a long time ago.  That their friendship, while polite, would never be what it used to be.  Until it seemed that fate brought him back here once more.  Back to Dalton, back home, back to his friends.  

To Sebastian.  

Who stood in front of him while he procrastinated leaving for the second time.  His heels already swung backwards twice, two steps towards the leather couch he’d just vacated.  A handful more and he’d be sitting back down.  Not that he seemed to mind as his hand reached out and fingers curled around Sebastian’s wrist.  Now the taller of the pair was tugged closer to the sofa, too.  His heart felt warmer when he heard he was missed and that name came back to him. The underside of a pale wrist was grazed over with the edge of Blaine’s thumb and his smile softened, his gaze read over Sebastian’s.  “I missed you, and Dalton and everyone, too.  Keeps getting harder to go and I’ve only been visiting for less than a week.”

freaksbloom.

                  “i do often wish i could sing but unfortunately any future musical endeavours i make will have to consist solely of SPOKEN WORD layered over eighties electronic dance music.” though it would still sell tremendously well, of course. ( let a boy dream. )    

“Maybe that’s your niche though?  I mean.  Think of Oingo Boingo.  They started out a little weird but now the whole world has Danny Elfman because of it.  Think of the music we’d be missing out on if he didn’t give strange a try?”  Hey.  Got to look for the positives right?  Dream away, Billy.  Dream away.

1, 5, 6, 19 (interview the writer)

interview the writer

would you hug your muse?

I would hug the hell out of Blaine.  Oh my god.  You might need a crowbar to pry me off.

how are you and your muse alike?

Oh boy.  We’re different in so many ways.  I guess we have the same passion in things we love and people we care about?  We’ve made some serious screw ups along the way in life but learn from them.  Sometimes it just takes us a couple times.  We both love some of the same hobbies.  We can be cheesy and nerdy and embarrassingly dorkish occasionally. He has a lot of the same internal doubts I have?  And the same process of working through them.  Or not.  I guess those are the biggest similarities!

describe love

I think love is unique to each person you love.  But!  The ultimate definition for me?  It’s that feeling you get inside where that other person becomes part you because they’ve made an impact that changes a little bit of your DNA to match theirs.  Without them, whatever part they become inside of you, doesn’t work right.  You’re willing to learn, forgive, compromise and find new grounds for both of you and just experience the world with that person in it and see from a perspective that’s yours, theirs, and one you share together.  And grow and evolve and share this weird, unplanned, unpredictable thing called life.  You learn how to live a little better, a little freer, and a little bit safer knowing someone is there who sees you for you (in all your strangeness) and that’s just all they want.  For you to see them and for them to see you.  And for the both of you to just be.  Does that make sense? 

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“Technically,” Blaine grinned as he tapped his fingers against the lip of the desk, “It’s putting a lot on the line in the hands of one of the best.  If anyone can prove that I’m not putting too much hope in what I think is on there?  Is worth ten lunches.”  In spite of his eyes glistening with the HUMOR being in Morely’s orbit always brought, he quickly added.  “I’m not even joking.”  Hope beamed from him as shook on it without a hesitation.  “How long have you been doing this anyway?  Heard you were born with a voice recorder in your hand.”

@footagecaught ; continued from here.

which greek god / goddess do you reflect the most?

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result: apollo

apollo has been variously recognized as a god of music, truth and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more. the twin brother of Artemis. he is loyal, fierce, and headstrong. despite traits such as impulsiveness, he is rather intelligent and graceful.

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