i’ve seen a quote on my dash a couple times that’s basically saying you should write all your secondary characters like they think they’re the main character of the book and like i totally think that’s good advice and all in a lot of ways, but i definitely never thought i was the main character of anything. i really want more books where the main character thinks of themself as a secondary character.
Anonymous asked: Omg WHAT IF. Okay, so this is not meant to be a wank-type ask, but what if this happens. What if the boys actually are separated for a bit next season (Blaine in LA, Kurt in NY) and then they sing Already Home on the show. I would die. People the world over would hear pterodactyl screeching and it would be me dying in front of my tv. I would almost be okay with a bit of separation if they did that. Beizy halp me I'm spiraling.
I’ve always said I don’t mind realistic angst so long as there is a happy ending.
Guh. I just want all the Klaine feels. <3
I will say this again and again until it actually happens or the show ends: Without You (Rent)/With or Without You (U2) mashup of bliss.
My sexual orientation is girls who look like they could beat me up and boys who look like they wouldn’t stand a chance
Anonymous asked: Burt finds out about Kurt's tattoo and piercing.
Burt called the next morning. Kurt barely slept the night before, because after the novelty wore off the swelling settled in. His tongue felt like a foreign object in his mouth, and the ball of the barbell scraped lightly against the roof of his mouth every time his jaw clenched tight as he slept. Even if he hadn’t been given caution about what he could eat he wouldn’t feel much like doing it anyway. He couldn’t even use a straw. He settled in to make an extra-liquidy smoothie with some extra protein powder just as the phone rang.
"Ulloh?" Kurt said, shocked and appalled by the sound of his own voice around his monstrous tongue. "Dah?"
"What’s going on, are you sick?" Burt said. "Or are you talking to me while you’re brushing your teeth again, Kurt, I told you last time—"
"No, no, not bwushing," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, because there was something he hadn’t yet considered—brushing his teeth. "No, not thick."
"Then what it is, you get one of those tongue piercings?" Burt said, before laughing like he did when he found something he said himself especially funny. Kurt stayed silent. "Come on kid, you’re supposed to be laughing with me here."
"I haf to go," Kurt said, hanging up the phone. He wasn’t sure why—it wasn’t like his dad could do anything to him. Or would even care. Kurt hoped he wouldn’t care.
Kurt was attempting to slurp smoothie by spoonful minutes later when his phone began to buzz with text messages.
Blaine: Your dad called me.
Blaine: He asked me to tell him you hadn’t done something stupid like get a tongue piercing.
Blaine: I couldn’t tell him that because you HAD gotten a tongue piercing, so I asked if I could tell him something else instead.
Blaine: So he said, Well at least it’s removable. It’s not like he got a stupid misspelled tattoo or anything.
Blaine: I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO KURT I HATE LYING TO YOUR DAD
Blaine: I asked him about the game last night instead but there wasn’t a game last night Kurt
Blaine: I am the worst liar ever I am so sorry we will never be maniacal archvillains together
Kurt sighed, lowering his head to his hands. He was gonna have to call his dad back.
Right after he ate fifteen ice cubes.