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26, Melbourne, Gleek, Klainer, Fic-writer...okay, Smut-writer. Scientist. Nerd. Lover. Fighter. Starkid. Whovian.

Okay, so that's pretty lame, maybe you ask me? I'll answer anything at this point.

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I don't think your characterization of Kurt in that fic could have been more wrong.
Anonymous

perfectklainegleek:

doonarose:

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Kurt Hummel slouched back on his chair, legs spread wide inside his knee-length shorts, his smelly gym socks pulled up to just below his knees. There were holes that his toes were poking out of and his hoodie had another hole under the arm where the stench of his unwashed skin was reeking out. 

He scratched his balls and looked at Blaine. “I don’t love you at all,” he said and then snorted up some snot, swallowing it down and pulling a face. “I totally like pussy now.”

Blaine’s wide doe eyes did nothing to sway him and Kurt stood up and dragged his feet as he walked out the door. “Also,” he called back over his shoulder, “Broadway and New York both suck, I’m gonna be a truck driver.”

Then he went out into New York and found Rachel. “I’m not taking anymore of your shit,” he told her and this time he meant it. 

Then it was back to Ohio where he hooked up with a bunch of chicks and got several of them pregnant. He lived out his days enjoying episodes of CSI for the plot and banging as many women as he could. It was a good, Kurt Hummel kind of life. 

Why the hell is this fandom being so mean to Kurt after that episode?! I don’t get it! A couple is two people who have feelings for each other! Blaine is allowed to feel insecure and Kurt is defiantly allowed for feeling like shit after getting BASHED! I’M DONE!

Wait. 

wot?

The thing I want for Kurt and Blaine is I want them to grow the fuck up into mature, still-flawed but worthwhile adults. I mean this was what Platonic was all about. I couldn’t be assed having them try to work through all of their teenaged bullshit together because that is fucking hard, man, so you send them off on their merry ways and bring them back together when they’re ready. Because they’re always gonna come back together, not through fate or destiny or any of that shit but because their hearts and their bodies are well aware they fit each other beautifully. They need to grow up and find an equilibrium inside themselves and then they can get on with life together. I mean, I’d love to see it happen on the show with them still together, but my fantasy is that they end up together no matter what. 

Maybe that’s why I’m so damn calm about all this spoiler bullshit. Because they know they fit together better than they’ll ever fit with anyone else. It’s so logical and elegant that they’ll come back together eventually and be happy. There’s just so much drama and growth that is still to happen to make them the best they can be apart. 


"I mean, sex isn’t the be-all, end-all."

"I mean, sex isn’t the be-all, end-all."

(Source: smuchshypush)

tags → #klaine 

queercorn:

seppin:

Idea: “heterobaiting” where at first you think it’s a show about heteros but then suddenly everyone was secretly gay the whole time 

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tags → #lol #torchwood 

boosthouse:

tweets by @postcrunk

(Source: boosthouse)

tags → #lol 
I don't think your characterization of Kurt in that fic could have been more wrong.
Anonymous

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Kurt Hummel slouched back on his chair, legs spread wide inside his knee-length shorts, his smelly gym socks pulled up to just below his knees. There were holes that his toes were poking out of and his hoodie had another hole under the arm where the stench of his unwashed skin was reeking out. 

He scratched his balls and looked at Blaine. “I don’t love you at all,” he said and then snorted up some snot, swallowing it down and pulling a face. “I totally like pussy now.”

Blaine’s wide doe eyes did nothing to sway him and Kurt stood up and dragged his feet as he walked out the door. “Also,” he called back over his shoulder, “Broadway and New York both suck, I’m gonna be a truck driver.”

Then he went out into New York and found Rachel. “I’m not taking anymore of your shit,” he told her and this time he meant it. 

Then it was back to Ohio where he hooked up with a bunch of chicks and got several of them pregnant. He lived out his days enjoying episodes of CSI for the plot and banging as many women as he could. It was a good, Kurt Hummel kind of life. 

I'm sure it wasn't your intention, but what I took most away from your last fic is that you are the type of scientist who goes to microscopy conferences, which is so cool. I love seeing other scientist around online, but I don't often come across others so close to my specialty, so it makes me extra excited! (I work in industry now and pretty much am the microscopy lab for my company.)
Anonymous

Ah very cool!! Yeah a good slab of my work is all about microscopes. Good fun. I’ve stuck a fair few together as well which is always fun, when you do all that and then prepare a sample and it actually looks right. But yes, there is a very cool bunch of fandom people who are scientists and it’s fantastic! 

tags → #Anonymous 

I just backed a horse called ‘Eloping’ and it won and paid like $17 so now i am up $30 and that is a good feeling. 

Also I am now wondering if Kurt and Blaine elope at the end of the season. It’s a question of: We either give up and break up or we get married and make this work. (Which is dumb, I know.) But they’re both so in this, no matter how hard it is, they both want it to work and will give anything for it to work. Kurt is so sure and Blaine wants to be so they just get married. Yeah, I could go for that. And they whole last episode would be all about Sam and Mercedes thinking about married and then at the last second it’s Kurt and Blaine instead. Very Friends-esque. 

Anyhow. Yah. 

dinodildo:

jonnovstheinternet:

Upside-Down Ads Reveal The Subtlety Of Depression

Singapore-based suicide prevention organisation Samaritans of Singapore recently ran a series of ads which cleverly uses ambigrams to highlight the difficulty in understanding and identifying depression. The print ads feature images showing a positive message.

However, when the ad is inverted, a sadder, more depressing message is revealed.

The advertisement’s tagline “The signs are there if you read them” is printed upside-down so that readers will know to flip the ads over.

It also reinforces the message that it is easy to miss the warning signs of depression.

[via]

One of my teachers this year taught/told my class that no one is ever “Fine” because F.I.N.E means Fucked up Insecure Neurotic and Emotional.

tags → #depression #artsy 

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judearaya:

When Blaine rolled half onto him, Kurt forgot how to breathe. Just for a moment. Long enough to make the next kiss feel like forever, an interminable, glorious, blissed out draw of lips and warm, wet tongue.

He broke away with a gasp, then a whimpered “B-Blaine,” when Blaine switched tactics and started kissing down along his jaw and behind his ear.

“Mmm, yeah?”

“Dear god,” Kurt managed, “Yes.”

He let his fingers roam up and down Blaine’s beautiful shoulders and back, feeling the edges of shoulder blades and the undulating valleys and rises of his spine, stopping just where he knew Blaine’s back dimpled rise above his belt. He’d seen Blaine shirtless a few times, and that part of his body, the lovely curve that defined the stop of skin and the maddening start of his pants — well, it was something Kurt thought about a lot. At night. With his hands.

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tags → #fic rec #sexy times 

Obligatory post 516 fic (Please keep in mind that I have only seen the episode once and it was a dodgy livestream and I sitting in a huge lecture at a massive international conference on microscopes so yeah. Still, yay fic!! No sex though, sorry.)

It begins with Kurt asking, “What do you need from me to make it better?”

It’s innocuously said over dinner, Kurt’s eyes on his plate as though he’s unsure but his voice is even.

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Spread love like legs.

(Source: prettyblainers)

tags → #mrs asshole 

So, I commissioned kettlebaggins to draw klaine for my best friend fede for her birthday! It turned out absolutely amazing. Thank you so much!

So, I commissioned kettlebaggins to draw klaine for my best friend fede for her birthday! It turned out absolutely amazing. Thank you so much!

(Source: chord-darren)

tags → #art rec #daww 

The rest of my dash appears to be pornspamming so I guess I will also contribute. Over at my pornblog right now folks. 

romanticklaine:

Kurt loved his tattoos, even if his friends and family didn’t. Until it dawns on Kurt that he never actually asked Blaine whether or not he liked them.

Inspired by this art and written as a belated birthday for its artist, the ever lovely Andrea. <333

It started with “It’s Got Bette Midler.” And then a pair of blackbirds on his wrist. Then a rose on his bicep for his mom. It only escalated from there and by the time Kurt graduated college, he had half a sleeve (and a few others not on his arm) and had no plans for stopping any time in the near future.

Too bad not everyone loved his tattoos as much as he did.

“You’re seriously limiting yourself in the type of roles you’ll be able to play,” Rachel liked to remind him every so often. (His response was always the same – if there wasn’t any roles for him, he’d write his own.)

“You’ll never get a stable job,” his extended family commented at his graduation party. (He swears he saw his maternal grandmother tear up a little bit, but that could have been a trick of the light.)

After walking away from his uncle Jack, who’d been in the middle of telling him that he was ruining his life, Kurt slumped into a chair in the kitchen. He stared at a chip in the table and twirled his engagement ring around his finger, a nervous habit he’d picked up right after Blaine had given it to him.

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