psa — if we’re mutuals, this gives you unsaid permission to attack my inbox whenever you want, as much as you want, with whatever you want. want to spam me with memes? break your ask limit. want to send me random messages? break your ask limit. want to leave me love? break your ask limit. anything. everything. it doesn’t matter what time of day or night, even if i’m not around, you are always welcome. you always have permission. i mean it.
( mssg » finn | sent ) I’m sorry I bit your head off.
I know you’re only trying to help.
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I know it’s not your fault and you’ve got your own things going on. You don’t need my jumping down your throat added to the list. ( mssg » finn | sent ) But I can’t just “calm down”. Maybe it’s better if I just go for another walk. Before I say something else I’ll end up regretting.
@pianokeysandbowties is the cutest, loveliest person to literally ever exist and they’re so sweet and a perfect Blaine and just??? They’re perfect.
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They are a scam company that have been charging small amounts to my checking account for “computer tech services” for months. I didn’t notice until one hit me a few days ago when my account was low enough for me to give it a double take. Thankfully, after filing a fraud dispute and agreeing to any court proceedings that may happen, my bank will refund my money soon. So..please look. Any online bill pay, shopping, even my car payment might’ve been their key in (bank’s not sure yet). They seem to hit for $40.00 the most. So try that amount first and go back from there. I hope none of you were hit but if you were..file the claim and get your money back.
Oh god, Blaine was so god damn adorable. Elliott just – he couldn’t care less that this was a bad idea and how angry he knew Kurt would be, or the judging glares he knew he’d get from the girls: even the lectures he knew were coming from Dani didn’t matter.
Elliott didn’t wait to see if Blaine wanted to say anything else, just smiling right back with a look like he’d just seen the sun after a thunderstorm.
Elliott moved forwards gently, tilting his head to one side and looking at Blaine from under his eyelashes, their lips not quite touching yet by millimetres at most. Checking Blaine wanted this, wanted ELLIOTT, that he wouldn’t back out or was just saying it was okay. Every little insecurity Elliott felt, all pushing through because this wasn’t a random guy at a bar anymore.
This was BLAINE.
A silent prayer breathed through parted lips that the tip of his tongue peeked out to wetten.
–Just; kiss me. Hazel eyes were drawn to Elliott’s lips. His stare lingered there as he felt the temperature in his face and neck blaze to an inferno. Was he blushing? No idea. Not that he cared to pay it much mind if he was. Not right now. Without realizing–his hand relaxed completely in the taller man’s grip.
Letting go of the what if’s–Blaine let himself free fall into the velvet skin of Elliott’s lips against his unsure if he was the one who stole the last breath shared between them or Elliott was.
It didn’t matter. Not when that line was crossed, drawn with a small pull back so Blaine could flick a dazed glance at the place on Elliott’s mouth that he just made glisten, then crossed again when he captured it and this time left no room to doubt that this was what he wanted.
“I think missing your birthday is perfectly acceptable when you remember you ate most of the Welcome home Cooper brownies. Is your name Cooper, Blaine? Is it? Because I don’t think it is, do you?”
“N-No. I know my name’s–! What kind of question–?? I can’t believe you’re using the comparison of me eating some of the Welcome home Cooper brownies to missing my BIRTHDAY–again. They weren’t even homemade! Mom ordered them from the bakery! I’m the one that told them to put your name on them. Next time you can just forget the icing.”
it’s a funny story;; one he isn’t quite SURE how to relay. instead, hartley allows himself an IDLE moment to think, allow the whole amiable, good – natured BUDDY vibe to settle between them. just throw it out there, rathaway, what’s the WORST that could possibly happen?? ❛ WELL. as it just so happens, i have to go to this little country club charitydinner on friday and i’m short a plus one. ❜ significant, considering his parents have been concerned about his lack of PEERS as of late——–
❛ what do you say?? everything will be on ME. ❜
Did Hartley just ask him out on a date? Blaine blinked–eyes combing over Hartley’s for a moment as he sat his stirrer off to the side. A warm rush of heat spread over the bridge of his nose. “I–.” It was just a question. Simple enough to answer. Because–of course–his answer would be.. “Are you–? I’d love to. Of course. Yes.” He quickly pressed the edge of a fingernail into his palm in an effort to get the pitched tone of his voice under control. “I know how BORING those things can be without someone around to talk to. First hand experience. And it’s awful,” he grinned trying harder to hide how secretly excited he suddenly was at the idea. Though, of course, he had to burrow his brows together and blurt out something awkward to break the secret right after. “It’s a date,” he hummed before stopping mid-thought and lifting up a hand motioning like he was trying to erase the last three words before Hartley was offended or thought he read too much into it. “I mean–I didn’t–you know. Figure of speech? Um.. Yeah.”
Despite the things he hadn’t fully expected, and the process it took to get this far, he didn’t have any doubts. Regrets? Maybe that he didn’t tell anyone anything other than he was with a friend that they didn’t know. Maybe that he didn’t end things with Blaine before leaving- only to keep him from holding on to someone keeping secrets and changing like Kurt had. The question caught him off a little bit, though he’s not sure why it would.
“Yeah. I can’t say I recommend it or anything, but I’m happy. Besides,” Lightening the tone to the best of his ability, Kurt sat back and sipped his coffee. “I think we both knew I was always meant to be powerful.” He jokes. Eyes turned back to his plate to pick another bite onto his fork, soft smile turning into a grin as he says, “And who knew being dead would make me feel more alive.” Another joke but maybe not the best one. Oliver would laugh at it, but that just goes to show how much time they’ve spent together if Kurt was making jokes like him.
Careful what you ask for. What you get might not be exactly what you want. And here we are. Blaine digested the answer with the nod and a smile in spite of the fact that what Kurt said was, deep down, what he wanted to hear. “That’s great! I’m glad you are. You were meant to be something big. I’ll always agree to that.” But? At surface was greedy enough to wish that some form of regret would tint Kurt’s reply with the opposite. Kurt being happy was all that truly mattered to him. And if Kurt was happy? More alive? Then he was going to have to deal with that. Regardless of the fact that he might not bewasn’t.
Okay! Enough question and answer! Blaine finished up the last of his breakfast and tip toed off the counterstool and landed on the balls of his feet with a light bounce. “That was amazing. Thank you,” a gentle squeeze to Kurt’s shoulder and he gathered up his plate. His mug was taken along for the ride back to the sink for a pitstop back at the coffee machine. After the abrupt awakening? He could definitely use more than just one. “Can I get you another?” And the transition away from the topic was nearly complete. All he had to do was wait for Kurt to let it happen. “A lot’s changed since you’ve been here last,” that was better than saying you left. “I feel like I should catch you up but it’s pretty boring in comparison. I’m sure.”
Santana huffed at his persistence, but at least she stopped yelling. That probably wasn’t helping her case in the least bit. “Having emotions is so embarrassing.” The complaint was truly how she felt, but she couldn’t help but faintly smile at how ridiculous it sounded. Blaine was always good at bringing out her best side. “I know. You’ve made that painfully clear. I’m just not like you. I don’t get to talk about how I feel all the time. It’s hard for me. Kinda seems like you’ve taken a page from my book though. So we’re both in an emotional rut… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be there for each other. It’s just my freaking instinct that makes me push people away, but I can try to open up. If that’s what you wanted…”
Pinching his bottom lip between his teeth–Blaine kept his stare down at his wrists peeking out from his knees where he stowed away his hands between them. Shoulders hitched and he snuck a peek at her, wary and not wanting to put too much on her shoulders when she had enough weight there with her own feelings. Two seconds ago–he was begging her to talk. To lean on him. Not just to support her. But in that support–there was a counter lean where she’d be his, too. But he wanted to be careful. He was always careful with her. Because so few people in her life ever really were. Only when he was sure he wasn’t forcing her to talk to him–a few words that slipped past her lips were confirmation of that in her own unique way of saying she might let herself need him–Blaine freed a hand and offered it to her rather than stand up. It was a please but a means of letting her back out one last time if she deeply wanted to. “We don’t even necessarily have to talk? We could just sit here and that’d be fine with me. Whatever you want just,” he glanced at his hand and back to her. “If that’s okay?”
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