Just being an internet sheep...or at least I was until I got sucked into the world of Tumblr by the Klaine fandom. Best mistake ever! So this blog has turned into a Klaine/Glee appreciation blog as well as a Chris Colfer appreciation blog, thanks to my asexual platonic crush on him (I'm not sure if it's actually possible to have a crush on someone that's not sexually or romantically motivated but it's the best description I can think of!). Has also become a bit of a Legend of Korra blog and an Avengers (Marvel Cinematic Universe) blog. I do not regret either decision. I am not talented at gifs or graphics or videos so my main Tumblr Talent is reblogging. *shrugs* To go into a bit more detail about myself: I'm 29, I live in Somerset, England, I'm cis-female and asexual/aromantic, I live with my parents (because who can afford a mortgage on their own...and I get on ridiculously well with both my parents anyway and they both understand the space I need as an introvert), I work as a Supervisor in a Builder's Merchants and have worked with my company for ten years. Also, I'm not very good at socialising, so I probably don't talk to any of my followers/the people I follow unless I have something specific to say. It isn't because I don't care but because I'm very socially awkward and just don't put thoughts and feelings into text very well!
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It had started innocently enough, or at least Blaine tried to think so; he didn’t want to think Kurt was purposely doing this to him, didn’t want to think he was that cruel.
An interesting slit across the front of his shirt, a forgotten undershirt, an extra undone button. All easily explainable and clearly thoughtless; definitely not a conscious action on Kurt’s part and definitely not Blaine’s fault if he stared a little longer than was proper for school.
Then came booty camp and Kurt in a jump suit, for heaven’s sake, Blaine is a teenage boy, he is not built to function when his boyfriend is wearing a jumpsuit and all he can think about is pulling that zipper down with his teeth and how convenient it is that it ends right around Kurt’s hips.
It’s around then that some small part of Blaine thought Kurt might be doing it just a little bit on purpose.
Because I’ve seen it on my dash waaaaaay too much and that’s how I get into shows at the moment.
(see also Game of Thrones, Big Bang Theory and Bones…I guess The Avengers and the Marvel Cinematic Universe as a whole also counts)
And it’s really, really difficult to go through the LOK tags because of it.
I just wish I could rewire all of their brains so that they know to
Tarrlok is putting Korra somewhere no one will find her
Obviously
He’s putting her in the bathroom
BEST.
BLESS THIS POST.
Okay so an anon requested that I put together a Queen masterpost, I guess because I blog about my undying love for them a lot? The only things missing from this are some compilation albums because, as far as I know, the one’s I’ve got already have everything you really need. I think these are all 320kbps, so they’re good quality.
So anyway, here’s the Queen masterpost:
Studio albums
- Queen
- Queen II
- Sheer Heart Attack
- A Night at the Opera
- A Day at the Races
- News of the World
- Jazz
- The Game
- Flash Gordon
- Hot Space
- The Works
- A Kind of Magic
- The Miracle
- Innuendo
- Made in Heaven
Live albums
- Live Killers disc 1 + 2
- Live Magic
- At the Beeb
- Live at Wembley ‘86 disc 1 + 2
- Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl disc 1 + 2
- Queen Rock Montreal disc 1 + 2
Compilation albums (if 15 studio albums and 6 live albums [or 379 songs] seems a little overwhelming, then this is probably a good place to begin)
If there’s something that should be here but isn’t then shoot me a message and I’ll work on updating it.
Blaine is going to destroy everything you love.
#i just adore how indignant Blaine is #one of these days he’s gonna pop somebody in the mouth for the way they talk to kurt
(Source: kurt-blaine)
(Source: inevitable--destruction)
(Source: savvypolyglot)
Just browsing through Amazon’s must read lists looking for new books and BAM!
It’s been one of the few constants in their relationship. Differing in quality and quantity and location, but always present.
Ever since a paper cup was pushed across a table in an austere strange school, surrounded by austere strange boys and equally strange acceptance. And one boy, warm and open and sincere, with burnt-butter eyes and a little cock of his head. Reassuring enough for Kurt to allow himself to cry in front of, and heartfelt enough for his assurances of hope to seem genuine as opposed to trite.
Kurt and Blaine and Coffee.