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Angela. American. Asian. Singer, writer, dreamer. Slytherin. Smarter and more perceptive than I seem. Forever a Gleek and Starkid. I may or may not be obsessed with Klaine, Neff, and everything Warbler-related. Darren Criss and Chris Colfer are perfect human beings.
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someone tell me when is it my turn? don’t i get a dream for myself?
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And then, because they’re alone in a classroom and have been in a stable, loving relationship for more than a year and having sex for months, they kiss. Okay, well, they don’t, due to a double standard the size of Sue’s latest Nationals trophy.
And we wonder why the Klaine fandom does things like bid $4,200 at a charity auction to get a script showing the cut scene where Blaine gives Kurt a ring for Christmas, since the chances of seeing actual intimacy between these two boys on the air are right up there with Sugar Motta replacing Rachel as New Directions’ main soloist.
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GPOY a rational person’s reaction to the plotlines of Glee.
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Starry Night by Vincent VanGogh (above) and reimagined by Alex Ruiz (below)
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it’s terrifying to me how the graphic designers for Fox merch have jobs when there are fourteen year olds on tumblr who could put them to shame
yes, you read that correctly. i have no one to blame for this prompt except myself. oops. (other puppykitty fic can be found here, and a picture of Kurt and their baby can be found here tralala.)
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“Blaine, what have you got?” Rachel asks after Blaine scrambles inside, paws clicking on the kitchen floor. Kurt lifts his head just in time to see Blaine disappear behind the couch in the living room and reappear with a ball in his mouth, looking up happily at Rachel.
“Oh, that was it? Well, good boy, then, sweetie,” Rachel coos, patting Blaine on the head and walking upstairs. Blaine doesn’t follow her, which is unusual - now that he’s a little bigger he loves galloping up and down stairs.
“Blaine?” Kurt meows, getting up slowly and stretching. His mouth drops open for a yawn and his paws knead the carpet on reflex, but the sun has already disappeared from the spot he was lying in, so he might as well slink over to see whatever Blaine is doing behind the couch. “Hellooo—”
Kurt hisses when he sees it, the fur on his back sticking out defensively, because it’s tiny and it’s moving and usually that means it’s lunch, or at least in need of a good chase. But then Blaine trots over to Kurt, bumping his head against Kurt’s cheek and growling a little, low and warning.
“Be nice to our baby,” Blaine growls, and Kurt freezes, his ears perking up.
“Baby?”
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you guys i lost my virginity!!!11!!!1!
nevermind i found it
(I actually ran out of room for all my favorite quotes. #KlaineShipperProblems)
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GPOY a rational person’s reaction to the plotlines of Glee.
Starry Night by Vincent VanGogh (above) and reimagined by Alex Ruiz (below)
So close…
yes, you read that correctly. i have no one to...
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The first time we ever heard them sing - part 2/2
More Queen of Holloway dresses I want.
Yeah that’s right
I’m reblogging
Gay lions
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