Thanks for the snappy reply, lol! Best of luck with your finals, sending some Irish luck your way, cos a) exams suck, b) you seem cool and deserve to pass, and c) the chances are that if you kick ass at them exams, new Klaine fics will be imminent! LOL! :D
Thanks again :) xo
I seem cool?
Lol I am the least cool person ever.
Haha, thanks! I can use the luck. And if I do well enough, I can work on all of my WIPs clogging up my Google Docs!
So I was MIA of tumblr yesterday for a while, and most of today, and I was wondering if, by any amazing chance, you have completed the fic that you gave us a preview to? The straitjacket one?
*so excited* If you have, could I get the link of you puhlease? :) xo
No worries! You didn’t miss anything.
I’m still working on it, bb. I have two final exams on Monday so I’m going to be studying for those over the next two days. But I’m going to try and get it to my beta late tonight or tomorrow afternoon (at the latest) and then get it up by tomorrow afternoon/monday morning.
I hate it when real life gets in the way of my online life. ;)
Like, is it worth it for me to try and watch all six seasons this summer?
I’m going to have a lot of free time because I’m only working three days a week and then I only have one class for half of the summer, so I am going to try to get through some shows that I’ve been meaning to watch.
I already have Firefly on my list, and possibly some form of Star Trek though I need to talk to all of my Trekkie online friends and figure out which series to watch.
In order to escape from the bullies in the real world, Blaine devotes all of his free time to The Sims. He buys Sims 2: University and, because Blaine is of-course a master with mods and building, creates a Sims replica of Dalton Academy, a boarding school that Blaine wants to attend but that is too expensive for his family to afford. He models a character after himself and starts college, and makes it clear right off the bat by kissing the pizza delivery boy that he is 100% gay. His roommates in the dorm Wes, David, Thad, Jeff, and Nick don’t mind, though, because in Sim world there is no such thing as homophobia. Besides, they’re too busy with the bubble machine and the pinball table to really care about which NPCs Blaine is hooking up with after class.
Then, a new NPC character arrives at Dalton. Blaine spawned a bunch of new characters after he made out with most of the NPC boys, but he could never find the one that he wanted his character to date. It was pathetic, really, that he couldn’t even get a date for the Sim version of himself. He is just about ready to create a Sim version of Joseph Gordon-Levitt when an NPC spawns named Kurt Hummel. He is beautiful and fabulous, and a Popularity Sim, to boot, and Blaine knows that he is the one that his character simply has to Woohoo and Join Union with. Because Blaine is a Family Sim above all things, and he just wants to find a nice NPC boy to turn into a playable character.
You watch Doctor Who?!
Who's your favorite Doctor?
Why so anon, anon? I don’t bite, unless you’re into that in which case I totally bite. ;)
I’ve only watched the new series so I can only compare Nine, Ten, and Eleven. But Ten is totally *my* Doctor. I still LOVE Nine and Eleven, though. Nine was my first Doctor, and I love his brooding when I’m in need of a good angst-fest. And I wanted to hate Eleven on principle just because I loved Ten so much, but it’s impossible to hate Matt Smith’s Doctor. Impossible!
A poem I wrote for my Creative Writing class a couple of months ago,
because people were trying WAY TOO HARD to write something ~deep and ~meaningful instead of letting the words flow, and they lost their voice in the process. So I wrote this because the flowery language and forced purple prose were driving me insane.
Sometimes I Pretend I’m Nostradamus
Robert Frost believed the world will end in Fire and Ice, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to end by alien invasion or a war started by a short man in platform disco heels. Maybe, we’ll get smothered by the thousands of birds and fish dying in Alabama because the Bible Belt is cinched too tight.
Or the world will end because we (occasionally) allow the gays to marry, or we’ll finally realize that people “back in the day” were right and microwaves and cell phones will give us all cancer (and smoking is good, and we won Vietnam, and women look best when chained to the oven).
Or we’ll ignore the warning of Jurassic Park and keep making unnecessary movie sequels recreate dinosaurs from an amber fly trap; or we’ll cross the streams, or we’ll take the blue pill, or we won’t discover an antidote for Bieber Fever. Most likely, we’ll forget that vampires want to eat us, not love us.
Then we’ll go the same way as dinosaurs and unicorns, and the Aztecs, and the plague, and the aliens who helped build the pyramids. And sixty-five million years from now, creatures will doubt our existence as they ignore all but the last six-thousand years of history and pretend to know the world.
AfterElton.com has a new poll up where you have to decide which guy from Glee you want to Marry, which one you want to Bury, and which one you want to Do. (Basically the PG13-rated version of a FMK.) The catch? These are your three choices:
Harry Shum Jr.
Personally I think this is an excellent opportunity to let the world know how we feel about Chris Colfer’s sex appeal.
My biggest regret ever is showing my math teacher my clitoris in the 11th grade. I found him really attractive and starting hitting on him. One day, he played along and it ended with my underwear around my ankles and his fingers in my womanhood.
Blaine groaned as he felt Kurt move inside him — harder and more fiercely than before. He could feel all his desire coiling, pinned in place by the splay of Kurt’s fingers on the inside of Blaine’s thigh, holding his leg high while Blaine squirmed and writhed and fought the need to come by curling his fingers in the sheets.
“Kurt,” he gasped. “Kurt.”
He meant it as a warning. He meant it as a plea for Kurt to back off a little, to draw it out some more so that Blaine could spend another handful of seconds knowing what it felt like to be split on the thickness of his cock.
Kurt just nuzzled against the back of Blaine’s neck, smiling as he shushed all the begging words. “Shh,” he said. His mouth was near the shell of Blaine’s ear. “Just come.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or be aroused. Probably a little bit of both, y/y?