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FIC: Felt Like A Kiss; Kurt/Blaine (NC-17)


Kurt/Blaine, NC-17 (13,007 words)

Summary: Kurt’s tongue stud opens up a world of possibilities that neither Kurt nor Blaine could have exactly anticipated. Character study and lots of smut naturally follow. Featuring sex toys, prostate play, heavy spanking, and anal. Warnings for some casual reference to Ambien, OCD, and canonical character death (Finn.) Dedicated to the incomparable Julia. <3 

It all starts with tales of that tattoo parlor. 

He’s staring at his laptop screen where Kurt’s webcam-filtered face is peering excitedly back at him. Kurt’s wrapped in a thin black bathrobe and looking slightly flushed, hair and skin noticeably damp. This, Blaine notes, perking up, is a good sign. It’s been a while since their nightly Skype sessions have led to anything beyond conversation, and Kurt taking the time to shower before calling is, well…suggestive.

Kurt looks exceedingly pleased with himself, giving Blaine a coy smirk that he hasn’t seen cross his features in weeks. Blaine grins back at him, feeling suddenly light and sunny because Kurt is glowing even through the grainy picture of the webcam and it’s been so long since he looked anything but slightly ill-lit.

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I did five days of outfits, inspired by these lovely pieces
And for anyone wondering, no, I tend not to wear shoes during summer


I did five days of outfits, inspired by these lovely pieces

And for anyone wondering, no, I tend not to wear shoes during summer

and now off to work I go

skank!quinn is great :)
Yep! I’m also a fan of Skank!Kurt. :]


Here is the link to the City Lab article and the link to the actual website, Turn On Detroit’s Water.
h/t to amomenttothink for retweeting this.




Here is the link to the City Lab article and the link to the actual website, Turn On Detroit’s Water.

h/t to amomenttothink for retweeting this.



what you said was very sweet and means a lot to me but i am incapable of properly responding in any way besides “thank you so much aaaah” because i do not know how to accurately express the exact level of my gratitude to where you completely understand how much what you said meant to me without me getting even more emotional and looking like a fucking nerd: an autobiography

bold what you prefer.


harry or ron or hermione

voldemort or umbridge or bellatrix

james or sirius or remus or peter

mcgonagall or dumbledore or hagrid

dobby or kreacher or winky

luna or ginny or cho

hedwig or errol or pigwidgeon or hermes

quaffle or bludger or snitch

gryffindor or ravenclaw or slytherin or hufflepuff

hallows or horcruxes

hogwarts or beauxbatons or durmstrang

elder wand or invisibility cloak or resurrection stone

O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s

quirrell or lockhart or lupin or moody or umbridge or snape or carrow

crabbe or goyle

book 1 or 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or 7

fred or george

romione or dramione or snamione or harmony or other

owl or cat or toad

draco or harry

felix felicis or amortentia or polyjuice potion

krum or fleur or cedric

The Girl In the Straw Hat: Part Three


-JPLE, short fic: basketball court AU-

Severus looks up as the bell above the café door jingles.

“Nice walk?”

“Yeah, it was alright,” Lily says as she drops into a seat across from Severus. She props her feet up on an extra chair, the picture of nonchalance, of relaxation, but Severus notices how tense her shoulders are and he doesn’t wonder why.

“Seen Potter?” he practically spits, unable to help it.

“Matter of fact, I did,” she replies, as cool as he is venomous. She flicks carelessly through the menu. “Didn’t happen to get us any tea, did you?”

Severus scowls. “I don’t want to talk about the damned tea, Lily –”

“What do you want to talk about, then?” Lily cuts across him, bored with this tired old conversation. They’d been having it for months, after all, and Lily hadn’t appreciated it the first time, either. “James Potter, perhaps? Or d’you want to have a go at one of his mates this time, while they’re not around to defend themselves?”

If it were possible, Severus’s scowl intensifies. This was unbelievable… “Seems like you do a good job of defending them yourself,” he points out, sick, “although I don’t know why. I’ve told you about them –”

“Oh, save it.” Lily rolls her eyes. “There’s two sides to every story, Sev; I know how you can be.”

“He harasses you.”

“He annoys me,” she corrects her friend’s accusation. “He shouldn’t – I know it, so does he – but I’m not very well going to blame him for, you know, adhering to the social constructs of men or whatever you’d like to call it. He’s been an annoying little berk, I told him as much, and at least he had the decency to apologize.”

Severus’s eyes narrow. He’d known as much – or something like it, at least. They hadn’t noticed him across the street earlier while he was on his way to meet Lily at the café, but he’d seen them: Lily catching their basketball, Potter shouting an “Oi, d’you mind?”, Potter talking to her, Potter smiling at her, Lily smiling at him as she walked away, Potter turning at the last second before he reached his mates, watching her walk away with the stupidest, most simpering look on his face, someone might have hit him over his fat head with a blunt object…

“What, then,” Severus splutters, even though it’s clear Lily has lost all interest, “you fancy him now or something, just because he tells you what you want to hear?”

“Come off it, Sev.” Lily glances up from the menu to give him the most exasperated look she can muster. “He said he’s sorry, that’s quite good enough for me. Honestly –” she goes back to the menu – “sometimes you act more like a jealous boyfriend than my mate, you know that? Think you’d be happy for me.”

“Happy?” Severus echoes. “Happy for you? For what?”

“Well –” Lily’s face reddens a bit, and her crimson hair only makes the blush look worse – “I do have a bit of a thing for him.”

Severus stares at her. “You don’t.”

“Excuse me.” Lily looks up again, annoyed. “But yes, I do. I know you don’t like him, Sev, but I don’t need the two of you to be best mates, just be civil when you run into him, would you?”

“Civil?” Severus can’t help but parrot her words, this is so completely mad. “He’s an arrogant prick, Lily, you can’t –”

Lily raised an eyebrow. “Thanks, Sev, but I can do whatever I like.”

“It’s Potter,” he tries to reason with her, although she can’t possibly know what that means. “I know him, Lily, you don’t. He’s a lazy prat who just skates by, completely careless, indifferent, thinks everything’s a big joke – I bet that’s all you are to him, a joke, a game, him and his mates have probably got a bet going to see how long it takes Potter to get in your –”

Severus trips over his words and Lily’s eyebrow hitches up higher. “Get in my what, precisely?”

He squirms in his seat. “You know what I meant.”

“Reckon I do, yeah,” Lily agrees with a curt nod. “You mean to say that I can’t possibly be of any interest to a bloke – not beyond my knickers, anyway.”

“No, that’s not it –” Severus twists his fingers together nervously. “But he does just shout at you, doesn’t he? So I just mean, well, that’s probably what he’s after –”

“Yeah, couldn’t be that he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to talk to a girl he wants to talk to.”

Severus isn’t sure why, but for some reason this makes him almost angrier than Lily’s admission to fancying that conceited piece of pond scum.

“For god’s sake, Lily,” he snaps, “you’re being stupid.”

“And you’re being an arse,” Lily counters in a dangerous undertone. “Honestly, Sev, fine, let’s say you’re right and he just wants in my knickers – how much do you think I care? It’s not like I’m in love with him, I’ve only just talked to him today. Bet you he’d tell me the truth, though, if I asked. I’m interested in him, all right, so we’ll just see where it goes.”

She drops her feet from their lounging position and pushes back from the table. “Until then, I’ll let you alone to give yourself an attitude adjustment, yeah?” she suggests. “So you can either do that, or continue to stew about some stupid schoolboy feud, but I really don’t have time for your insults. Let me know when you grow up.”

Lily tips her hat at him, mockingly, and before Severus can say another word, she’s out the door.

FABERRY (for the ask meme thing)

  • when I started shipping it if I did:

Whichever episode had Pretty/Unpretty, that’s when I really started shipping it. Of course Tumblr helped.

  • my thoughts:

I think they’d be really good for each other. Quinn’s seriousness (for lack of a better word) would balance out Rachel’s flamboyance and (sometimes) out of control ego. Rachel would entice Quinn to be more playful, more real.

  • What makes me happy about them:

Everything. Quinn inevitably teasing Rach about everything, Rachel being melodramatic every time anything happens, the way they love each other. Just everything makes me happy about them.

  • What makes me sad about them:

That Rachel feels like she could never be enough for Quinn. That Quinn feels like she could never be good enough to deserve Rachel (‘good enough’ meaning she feels like Rachel is this pure innocent little thing, which she herself is definitely not).

  • things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Making Quinn super insulting? Like I know she has a rep to keep, but I don’t think she’d be so vicious even in that scenario. Or when they make Rachel completely simpering, like she’ll pine after Quinn every second of every day. That just annoys me.

  • things I look for in fanfic:

AUs of any kind are always a plus. I love fluff. Quinn absolutely loathing Rachel and then slowly realizing she’s falling in love with her. Skank!Quinn is also a plus.

  • Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Rachel with Finn (even though that obviously can’t happen anymore)

Quinn with Puck (something about them together makes me really happy)

  • My happily ever after for them:

They get together, stay engaged for a year while Rachel plans the biggest, most perfect wedding anyone has ever seen, they’re married in front of their closest friends and family (they keep both last names), Quinn finds a career in artist management while Rachel hits her stride on Broadway and doing TV commercials on the side, two years into their marriage they adopt a little girl (Quinn insisted) and name her Bethany (Rachel insisted), a couple years after that they IVF to have their own biological little girl, they grow old together and keep in touch with ND in the meanwhile, and they’re happy. They still argue over the simplest things sometimes, but they’re happy.

  • who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Big spoon: Quinn, Little spoon: Rachel. I feel like Quinn would want to protect Rach, even in their sleep, and Rachel would just love to be held.

  • what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Singing, of course.

I’ve been lucky enough to work with the amazing Golden Globe Award winning Chris Colfer and that is fantastic. I get to work with him on a day-to-day basis and he is such a generous talent. Chris and I like to play. He always throws me things and I ping them back to him and it’s really fun. We definitely have a very lovely rapport personally.

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ELIE SAAB Paris Fashion Week 2014 - Part 1


SPN meme | three angels (3/3)

↳ Gabriel

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Life Lesson by: Jessica Dewyn


Life Lesson by: Jessica Dewyn

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