lol fuck pants fuck this paper fuck calculus i’m gonna read little numbers
Oh I just want Blaine to get tongue-tied at their wedding now! You know, stunning ceremony, stunning guests, stunning reception, stunning menu, stunning music, stunning weather, stunning honeymoon, and that’s all mostly because Kurt’s just…stunning. And all Blaine had to do (Kurt liked to tease) was write his vows. And he struggles and ums and ars and begs help from everyone and then gets this amazing, perfect, everything speech written. But when it comes time to speak the words he just fumbles and stutters and forgets. Has to turn to his big brother and get the folded, typed up copy. And read with a shaky voice from that.
And, of course, no one really cares. It’s still a lovely little tale of love and romance and Kurt kisses him and then it’s the whirlwind to the reception and guests to deal with. They hardly have a moment to breath or talk or look at each other. And the ten minutes in the back of the limo to the hotel they do none of those things, they just kiss each other hard and giggling and breathlessly whispering: “Married, oh my god, we’re married.”
Blaine tried to apologize and Kurt waves it off and then eventually accepts and says it doesn’t matter, he knows what Blaine wanted to say (has known since that first year together so long ago.) And then Blaine finds his voice and his words again and whispers dirty, honest, perfect promises for the honeymoon ahead in Kurt’s ear until they’re slipping back into the kitchen and finding a quiet corner and making out like they’re seventeen again. And then caught by Finn.
But when the reception is over and they go off to the honeymoon suite, Blaine finds his voice again and just keeps telling Kurt everything. Every little thing he wanted to promise but couldn’t quite say out loud. By turns dirty and romantic and stupidly sweet. But all very, very true.
(via devonwood)
Source: doonarose
wehavethemjustwheretheywantus:
As much as I love the box scene – which is tons - it doesn’t change my opinion of the writers one bit. They still wrote a story about a greedy Jewish girl learning the true meaning of Christmas. There was still all the bullshit that preceded this episode, and all the bullshit that followed it. All this does is reaffirm what I already believed: that Kurt and Blaine’s relationship is one of the only things they do well , probably because there’s no girl in the equation for them to demonize or dismiss.
Yeah, this. I’m giving RIB a pass on the queer relationships, but definitely not on the misogyny and subtle racism, or the fact that they don’t represent any other religion other than Christianity except when they remember Rachel and Puck’s Judaism for a punchline.
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Kurtbastian&Andercest
Sebastian looks from the candles on the table to Kurt, and then back again. He crosses his arms over his chest and his entire expression shuts down, except for a dark hurt that he can’t fully erase from his eyes.
‘What the hell is this?’ he says quietly.
Kurt, from where he’s standing by the fridge, makes a weak gesture at the food sitting next to the candles. His kitchen may not be the most glamorous place in the world, but he’s tried to spruce it up with some tea-lights and a bunch of flowers.
‘I made you dinner?’ he says cautiously, trying to gauge if Sebastian is really this affronted by even the smallest touch of romance.
‘I can see that,’ replies Sebastian and he clenches his jaw, looking down at the floor. ‘I can’t fucking believe you, Kurt.’
‘Excuse me?’ frowns Kurt, hurt and completely thrown by Sebastian’s reaction. He’d feared maybe Sebastian would mock him, but he doesn’t know what to make of the way Sebastian’s whole body is suddenly tight with emotion.
‘You make me dinner with… with flowers and food, you put on a nice clothes and you… I never thought you were this freaking cruel. You have a boyfriend, Kurt. Just… don’t do stuff like this, don’t pretend like we’re ever going to go anywhere. Don’t mess with me.’
Kurt understands now. His insides sink horribly and he wants to explain. I don’t have a boyfriend, I just pretend to date him because he’s awkwardly in love with his brother and I’m his best friend. It’s a convenient cover. We haven’t actually dated in years and now I’m kind of falling for you. He can’t say that, because he’s promised Blaine and Cooper. It’s too unbelievable and personal to casually say across the kitchen. Kurt is trapped by his own kindness; he is forced to watch Sebastian throw him one, last despairing look and then leave.
my brain wants me to write this
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We should ban life jackets and other flotation devices. They only encourage risky behavior. The only 100% effective way to prevent drowning is total abstinence from going in the water.
(via halliebadger)
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