“Editorial Spread” Drawing
Post-A-Drawing-Friday. This started as a request to accompany someone’s writing…. Then something happened.
Wanted the practice and the diversion from a stressful work period, so I took on the suggested (much more grandiose) idea. About half way through the writer bailed. I simplified what was started, and decided to finish, even though you can see where I hurried through, and this definitely doesn’t tell the whole original story.
(Large drawing and none of the large flatbed scanners available. Apologize for the wonkiness that happens due to multi-pieces meshed together.)
Reblogging for Annie, who is having Chris Colfer-as-James Dean vibes.
when you’ve had a slightly sexual dream about a co-worker and have to talk to them the following morning for an extended period of time
# oh god # so that happened # although i'm not even interested in him # like not at all # but he has super nice arms
“We just got back from the prom.”
“Did you have dates?”
Pairing/Character(s): Kurt/Blaine, Rachel, Santana, and Tina; Brittany, Mike, Wes, Sue, and Cooper all mentioned.
Warnings: Meddling roommates, screwball comedy, not enough porn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee, and I have never engaged in Jane Fonda/Richard Simmons roleplay. But, you know, never say never.
Summary: Blaine is neither a drug dealer nor a gigolo, Kurt is not just using Blaine for sex, and it’s possible that their roommates are maybe a little overinvested in their personal lives. (Except for Santana, who’s just trying to make sure there’s no uglies in her personal space.)
Author’s Note: So I’ve had a few requests for a porny sequel to The Boy in Green Shorts. This is not that story. For one thing, it’s far too silly, but also in some moments far too serious. For another — not enough porn. But it is some kind of a sequel to “The Boy in Green Shorts.” The silly, serious, non-porny kind of sequel.
Lyrics used in the story are from “At the Ballet,” and “One,” both from A Chorus Line.
When the door slides across, Blaine comes face to face with a dark-haired girl in an incredibly short, incredibly tight dress, who gives him a long stare up and down and then back up again and then says solemnly, “Wanky.”
[ Obvious Bicycle ]
word count: ~2,400
rating: nothing they wouldn’t be able to air on FOX
summary: Blaine struggles to deal with some crushing news and how it might reshape the future he wants. Kurt shares a little secret he’s been keeping for almost a year. Everything works out.
author’s notes: This is a lot of gratuitous headcanon about how Kurt has felt all along, why he isn’t with Adam, and what might prevent Blaine from going through with a proposal. I could call this speculation fic for the season finale, since it’s compliant with all the spoilers I’ve read, but I don’t honestly think there’s a chance in hell of anything like this happening. At least we have a few days left to dream.
Blaine noses feebly at Kurt’s sharp collarbone, presses his damp face into the long curve of Kurt’s throat, and tries to compose himself enough to speak.
OH MY GOSH. ITS LIKE THE SAME THING. MY FEELS.
# i'M CRY # oh god # my babiiiieeees # Klaine # Bravid # don't touch me
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
- Rachel Wiley (via acynicalcunt)
- Wise Gay Men 2331 -
# I HAD ACTUALLY GIVEN UP HOPE WE'D EVER GET THIS # it's so beautiful ;_________; # and by it I mean Darren being Darren # oh god # Girl Most Likely # or # Imogene # i don't care
Title: Something New
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 for m/m sex
Word Count: 4,587
Summary: A post-4x14 ficlet, and I suck at summarizing.
Warning: Angst, but not of the hopeless variety
Gratitudes: to Andie, because literally nobody else would have her patience and forbearance with me.