I really worry about which selfie my family would put on the news if I ever went missing.
“what was your key motivation for this piece”
oh idk the due date
What did we do though
in terms of Surprise, bitch
like what did we just do do you realize what we have done
that meme can never go away, because bringing back the meme, is the meme itself
we fucked up so hard this time
all i want for christmas is you (to be real you fictional piece of shit)
Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.
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Note: Thank you to Maddie for the Texas intel, and to Lissa for the pinch hit!
Day 062: Saturday 17th November, 2012
Torch Songs (Texas)
“What about Boys Don’t Cry?”
“That title’s clearly lying. You know I’ll be sobbing by the end if that’s what it’s called.”
“You cry at everything; I’m used to it by now.”
anonymous prompted: u should do car sex with blaine lying in the back getting the daylights fucked out of him and the windows r all steamy and hes leaving hand prints on the windows of the car like in the titanic and fdkjbsdkjskdjvnsjkdnsjd i think i need this in my life now
It’s a stupid idea, to be doing this here. But Kurt can’t bring himself to care as Blaine works his jeans down, tosses them somewhere in the front seat; he’s half-naked, then, his cock hard and red where it juts from his body. In the dim of the light Kurt can barely see the glisten of pre-come on the red-swollen tip, has only a second or two to appreciate it before Blaine is straddling his hips and cupping Kurt’s face, kissing him with ease as he rocks forward.
“God, Blaine,” Kurt breathes, heavy, between slides of their lips. His hands go up Blaine’s back, fist in the soft cotton of Blaine’s polo before letting go so he can dig his fingers into Blaine’s shifting shoulder blades. He chases Blaine’s lips, lets his head fall back and groans when one of Blaine’s hands cups him through his jeans, squeezing once, before deft fingers are undoing Kurt’s button and zipper.
sometimes i forget that teenage dream wasn’t originally sung by darren criss
Anonymous prompted: klaine naked cuddling please :)
"You know," Kurt says, feeling the heat of a blush start to creep into his cheeks as he undresses under Blaine’s shamelessly adoring gaze, "we can still sleep with pajamas on sometimes. Just because we finally have our own place doesn’t mean we have to be naked all the time.”
"Doesn’t it?" Blaine asks innocently, eyes bright as he holds out his hand to tug Kurt into bed with him. It’s winter but they have plenty of blankets on the bed, and as soon as Kurt is under the covers with his fiancé, he’s being enveloped by strong arms, pulled back to Blaine’s chest.
"Mmm," Kurt hums, snuggling back and shivering when Blaine tucks his cold nose over Kurt’s shoulder. "I guess I don’t mind sharing body heat with you. I mean, we are getting married in two months.”