Nothing Comes From Nothing
how do i ask a boy out
roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two
OH MY GOD NO
twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car
row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream
For stoney321’s “Where There’s Smoke” (dangerously addictive source material here!)
(Heartwolf and iloveweasleys, this is entirely your fault.)
The way Kurt & Blaine walked in like they fucking owned that bar - there’s no way you are going to convince me that they are not regulars.
>teenage actress’s private nudes get leaked
>teenage actress is reviled as a slut and a whore and a bad role model
>james franco asks a seventeen-year-old girl if he can meet her in a private hotel room
>james franco gets to go on saturday night live and joke about what a silly doofus he is for soliciting sex from a girl literally half his age
DO NOT DARE OVERLOOK THIS POST
Internet history won’t tell you anything, if parents really want to know what their kids are up to check their most recent emojis
if you think all boobs are supposed to be perky and big with perfectly centered nickel-sized nipples you probably have never actually seen a boob in real life because boobs are diverse as frick
Or maybe they’ve only seen one boob
not even a set of boobs because boobs are usually 2 different sizes
just one boob
all by its lonesome
a singular boob floating aimlessly through the void
HOW IS THERE A GIF FOR THAT
Also their clothes (pockets, pockets, pockets).
if stuff is made for men, it’s practical and helps them be human beings
if stuff is made for women, it’s pretty and helps us be decoration
You forgot, the stuff made for women is also more expensive
Will never NOT reblog stuff such as this.
Had this sitting around for a while. No idea what’s beyond with it or anything else, so here’s what there is. Featuring Hufflepuff!Blaine and Slytherin!Kurt
Blaine lazily circled the pitch, watching his teammates zip past far below. The only thing brighter than their canary yellow Quidditch robes was the edge of the steadily rising sun just peaking up over the distant castle. As much as he loved Quidditch Blaine hated being up this early on a Sunday. Unfortunately the Slytherin and Gryffindor captains had carried over from last term, which meant their training schedules had been decided five months ago, whereas Hufflepuff’s hadn’t.
Mike Chang, their new Captain and one of Blaine’s best friends, had picked their new time slot, which meant five in the morning practices instead of evenings after dinner. For Mike, evenings were exclusively reserved by his girlfriend, Tina, and his tower of N.E.W.T. level homework.
"Oi, Anderson! Stop dawdling around up there!"Mike hollered up to him, neatly pulling out of a dive and tossing the Quaffle off to Wes Montgomery, one of the team’s Chasers.
"Ah, leave him be," Nick called across the pitch, idling twirling his Beater’s bat. "We all know how much Blaine likes a good bit of wood between his legs in the morning."
As the rest of the team chortled appreciatively, Blaine grimaced, then turned his broom and shot straight at Nick, veering off at the last second to avoid a collision. It was, however, close enough to startle Nick, sending the brunette tumbling sideways off his broom and into the mud.
So I wrote some more to this… and I’ll probably continue this further at some point. Hogwarts!Klaine, yes good.