Tag: notmyfuckingfather

“At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.”

random inbox goodness.

Could’ve been the third shoot and beer chaser that was shoved in his hand by Kevin who gave him a wink and a sly I still think you’re that porn guy head tip and grin.  He was never going to believe that it WASN’T him, was he?  The pornhub addict hummed as Blaine laughed under his breath feeling his face turn warm as Kevin wandered off to go babysit a rowdy table of middle aged men–But!  Back to the reason why he just let loose a fifteen minute rambling mess of an explanation about all things Kurt? 

Too much liquor and it’d been forever since someone wanted to know about things that far into his past. His usual friends were more interested in the here and now (studies, parties, sex kind of here and now) than in depth, getting to know you talk.  Which wasn’t a horrible thing.  Not when he made a friend like the one sitting across from him staring into his eyes with a lifted brow.  Did he talk way too much?  He did, huh?

Blaine ended up dishing a whole lot of honest-to-God’s truth when Lip asked him about this ex of his he’s briefly mentioned before seeming to catch himself and always skipping past getting too far into that conversation.  Now, he knew. 

I cheated.  I ruined things.  We got back together.  It didn’t work out…  A month before classes started in New York, I decided Chicago was a lot less of a conflicting place to be.

‘At some point you have to ask yourself who is really to blame.’  

“That’s sweet of you to say.  I mean.  Really sweet,” he smiled before washing his mouth free from the taste of that recollection with another sip of his beer.  “But it’s way in the past and lesson learned, I guess?  How about you?  What’s your biggest ex story?”

“Who played with a Ouija board?”

spooky stuff meme idk?

Blaine suddenly wished he stayed home instead of showing up for a sleepover complete with a round of Seven Minutes In Heaven and Spin The Bottle (how many make out games can a group of seniors come up with..?  okay..  a lot.) with stolen liquor and way too much time on their hands to entertain themselves.  What he wasn’t expecting was when things got quiet and half the party fell asleep?  Someone would get the bright idea to mess with the freaking occult.  A party game?  More like.. I might not have spent many years with my Grandmother but it was WAY enough to know not to mess with ghosts game.

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Blowing out a breath, he stared down at the board that was left out on the table like a game of Monopoly abandoned out of boredom.  One hand curled into a fist propped against a hip while the other raked through his hair and cupped the back of his neck, rubbing back and forth.  You could practically feel the I don’t want to be here radiating from the former Warbler while he tried to pass it off as nothing.

“I don’t know but we should probably put it away. It’s spooky sitting there like that.“  Wouldn’t you know?  He gestured at the board and looked at Sam expectantly like he was waiting for something.  By we..he more or less meant Sam should do the thing.  Cause touching it?  Nah.  It didn’t take two people, after all.  And!  Oh look!  Conveniently, he remembered he left their food upstairs!  “I’ll go get us something to eat.  Meet you in the kitchen?”

One final, nope look at the ‘game’ and Blaine Anderson was on his way out!  A pivot on his heel and he spun around in the direction of the steps to abort this mission on the asap.

► for a text not meant for you

texting meme.

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( mssg » (oops not) rachel | sent ) Hang on.  I appreciate your advice.  Don’t get me wrong.  I think there’s a bigger issue we’re dealing with here that you’re forgetting while saying you’re rooting for that outcome.
( mssg » (oops not) rachel | sent ) I came here to start over.  Doing that wouldn’t just be a step backwards.  It’d be a 180 in the opposite direction of continuing to do that.
( mssg » (oops not) rachel | sent ) You’re so sweet and I adore you but I don’t think that’s the best idea.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

text meme.

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( mssg » lip | unsent ) Crazy how an update from an old friend on what your other friends are up to really makes you think about things going on in your life.
( mssg » lip | unsent ) I’ve kept myself at arms length with so many people since coming here.
( mssg » lip | unsent ) A fresh start.  A way to move on from everything that fell apart.  Things I haven’t shared with you.  Some that I have.  I swear.  I’d never do anything to jeopardize us.
( mssg » lip | unsent ) I’m not that kind of a person.  I know you aren’t ever going to feel anything but friendship for me and that’s okay.  More than okay.
( mssg » lip | unsent ) I just wanted to let you know..
( mssg » lip | unsent ) I think I feel more than I should for you.  It’s a dangerous ground, I know.  I’m going to let it go eventually.  Been there, done that.  I don’t need another proverbial t-shirt.  Testing one friendship that way turned out lucky that I kept it.  I won’t do it again.  I just wish I could tell you this..  Because I think you need to hear it.
( mssg » lip | unsent ) That you are so freaking important.  You’re smart, you’re kind, you care.  You deserve the world you want and someone to help give it to you.  I hope you find that person.  And they realize they lucked out.

( mssg » lip | sent ) Hey.  Do you have any plans for this weekend?  Cause I have an idea.

?? for a strange/vague text

some text message meme i can’t find.

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( mssg » lip | sent ) Is ti normal for your lips to be numb?
( mssg » lip | sent ) Sometimes I swear I have soem werid allergy to thiss tuff.
( mssg » lip | sent ) I jsut wanted my face to feel like it isn’t buried in six layers of cotton and horribleness.

( mssg » lip | sent ) at least there’s not a chance orf being unconciosu and felt up with vaporub when i’m states away. 

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( mssg » lip | sent ) I realyl miss her soup right onw though.