💦, 💣

controversial shipping asks.

💦 ship that is taboo.

// I don’t think I’m writing any sort of taboo ships rn. I have in the past but for now? My ships might be a lil kinky from time to time but nothing I’d classify as taboo per society’s standards. I tend to keep that line of writing for the partners who are interested and who I’ve known for a while/we got dat chemistry! Cause tumblr gets a lil wonky sometimes with the judgement hammer. Ya dig? Come talk to me on discord! LOL!

💣 ship that pisses me off.

// Seblaine used to big time. LOL! Long story there and you can see I am very much the freaking opposite of that now. I have ships I don’t like? Ones I don’t care for? But ones that piss me off? Not really. I either ship it. Or I really don’t care about it. The ships I don’t like don’t really matter enough for me to let myself get pissed off about them anymore. There are a few that make me cringe my nose at though. To each his own though, I guess.

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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?

❣

send in a ❣ for a random kiss.
(roll, 12: a sad/crying kiss)

“I can’t do this anymore.” The Warbler blurted out into the quiet that fell between them. He’d been tracing the pattern in the formica of Puck’s countertop for what felt like forever. Blaine’s heart froze the second he heard himself say what he was thinking. It was meant to be bottled up and ignored. Like most things were with his feelings towards Puck and what they were doing lately.

Whatever you wanted to call it. Whatever it was or wasn’t? He was just done feeling the way he did every time he drove back to Westerville and returned to his life. While Puck returned to his. Both of them continuing for yet another week with short texts and barely there conversation like Puck was afraid one of his friends might magically see the words he was reading in their head and his entire image would be ruined.

“I can’t keep being the reason why you feel so confused. I can’t keep putting you through this. We need to stop. Not everything. But what we’re doing that friends don’t do? Puck, you need to sort things out. Learn yourself. I can help you with that but I can’t keep making it harder for you.” Inching up, Blaine’s lps found Puck’s in a kiss that wasn’t a goodbye but a pause button he knew he had to push. Soft and sweet, it lingered like Blaine was making sure he’d remember that feeling for as long as it took. Maybe forever.

A rock of heartache formed in his throat, long lashes dipped down to hide his gaze as he aimed it at the floor. “I’m sorry. I should go.”

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inbox me a ‘ღ’ and i’ll rate your muse with the following:

_{romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme
sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme}

controversial shipping asks.

interview the writer

send in a ❣ for a random kiss.(roll, 12: a sad/crying kiss)

inbox me a ‘ღ’ and i’ll rate your muse with the following:

send in a ❣ for a random kiss.
(roll, 12: a sad/crying kiss)