Ryn, Italian, university medical student, fangirl, average crazy person.
This blog is mainly dedicated to Glee, in particular to Kurt and Blaine and the lovely idiots that portray them. However, I do blog about other shows/fandoms and some random stuff, but I always tag everything. Blacklist everything you want!
This is NOT a spoiler free blog; sometimes it is also NOT safe for work, and I try to keep it an hate free blog as much as I can.
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Accurate description of me and Amy's minds in tags: #omg I swear our minds are like complicated versions of the chocolate factory only it's filled with gay porn #and every door brings to a new kink #see #we're perfect

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SEMI-HIATUS

district9ftw:

naomiraven:

What really got to me about this was that they were arguing about something so stupid, just a little thing, but Blaine’s got all this emotion and anger he’s kept inside for so long bottled up and this little stupid argument that would have been funny and probably had Blaine rolling his eyes triggers something deep and the words just rush bout before he can help it “you’re my brother… can’t you just support me?” and then Blaine takes a shocked breath because he’s realized he’s just said it the thing he’s kept inside this whole time his whole life and the breath is shaky and he’s actually about to cry because it’s not even anger anymore it’s just hurt he’s so hurt he just wants Cooper to stop putting him down he just wants his brother to be there for him and support him because no one else in his family has and that hurts him worse than anything any bullies could have done to him

OH GOSH STOP.

(Source: casdean)

shanksmuseum:

bethmai:

FULL PERFORMANCE

IC AN’T BREAGHT I WAS NORT PREPARED?!!??!

HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITFUCKFUCKSDKJDAKJSKDAKDJSAKJ

spookyclaire:

“I called him a traitor.”

The twelve teenagers were sitting silently in the empty waiting room of Lima General ER, huddled together, just trying to remember to breathe. At Puck’s words they jumped, turning to the other teen in confusion.

“I called him a traitor. What if I never get to apologize?”

“He’s not dying, Puck!” Kurt cried, voice strangled as fresh tears sprung into his eyes. Rachel quickly rubbed Kurt’s arms comfortingly, trying to calm him down, but it didn’t work. He let out a choking sound, burying his head in his hands. “It was meant for me.” He sobbed, “It was supposed to hit me and now Blaine-” Kurt cut himself off. With shaking hands and a shaking voice he whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the sound of him screaming.”

At his words everyone froze, because Kurt was right. They’d never be able to forget this night. The way Blaine’s agonized screams echoed through the garage. The way Blaine curled up on himself, digging his hands into his eyes. The way he threw up, trying to spit out what little of the slushie that had gone into his mouth. The way he sobbed, begging Kurt for some kind or relief.

No. Tonight one of their own had been hurt, had been tortured.

They were never going to forget tonight.