Hey there! My name is Javiera, I'm 25 and I'm a Chilean girl living in Toronto! I have a severe case of Peter Pan syndrome, I refuse to accept that I'm a grown up so don't expect me to act like one ;)
LGBT Supporter. I'm currently obsessed with Darren Criss and Chris Colfer, so they are all over my blog. I'm in love with music, cartoons and pop culture... Tumblr is the place where my brain speaks without being censored so... WELCOME TO MY HEAD!
NO BUT I WANT A NY STORY IN WHICH BLAINE MISSES BEING NIGHTBIRD
BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING. HEALING, AND HELPING, AND CHAMPIONING HIMSELF AS WELL AS ADVERSITY
AND HE’S ALL DOWN ABOUT IT AND JUST MENTIONS IT TO KURT BECAUSE KURT ASKS WHAT’S BUGGING HIM
AND THEN ONE NIGHT…
"Red is never going out of style, Kurt!” He pulls his hand from his fiancé’s grip to gesture emphatically. “It looks good on everyone!”
Kurt rolls his eyes. “People with pink undertones to their skin?…
I wonder if Blaine thought he was bad at romance because no one ever seemed to react to his grand gestures.
Jeremiah was not into the GAP serenade. There was probably a five year old Blaine with a singing Valentine for someone in his class, a 12 year old Blaine…
Blaine + being artsy-craftsy
Just how long has blaine been making perfectly well crafted things?
I have been thinking so much about this. Like, he and Kurt are both astoundingly creative. They aren’t just brilliant performers, they also make beautiful art with their own two hands. Kurt has his costumes and clothing and bedazzled tiny coffins, and Blaine has his oragami and scrapbooks and puppets. I can see them both sitting at home on a cozy winter night in the not-too-distant future, wind howling outside and fire crackling in the hearth while they both work contentedly in their own corners of their shared craft room, piled high with buttons and beads and felt and organza and twelve kinds of glue. And every now and again they catch one another’s eye and share soft smiles, or one of them gets up to stretch his legs and admire the other’s progress, and now and again one of them will fall asleep in the middle of the project and the other will come and rub his back and kiss his temple and murmur soothingly until his husband gets up to stumble sleepily to bed, glitter and little bits of fabric stuck to the side of his face.
Their kids are going to have so much fun, I can’t even fucking HANDLE it.