- THERE YOU SIT CUTE AS EVER
- CUUUUUUUTE
- I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET MY CUTIE HERE
- HE CUTE? THE CUTEST
- YOU GET KINDA CUTE WHEN YOU GET NERVOUS
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"What? Don’t tell me you’re already having second thoughts."
"Not one."
#i just finished a qaf marathon#YES I KNOW WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS TO MYSELF#and considering my already increased sensitivity to engagements and weddings#these three episodes made me alskjflskdgjlksdgkl#like nothing else#i like to pretend this show actually didnt end the way it did#so dumb#look at these cuties ;______;#i almost neeever like the dysfunctional cat-and-mouse relationships#but these two ;-;#;------;#reblogging to the glee blog#its relevant okay#((also there are more of you there and im in the mood to be obnoxious to an audience))#britin#queer as folk#qaf#(((Anyone else who ships it pls drop into my inbox ty ;-;)))#fangirl crying. gif#otp
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If you are klainer and you aren’t following @fanonkurt and @blaneandersatan on twitter, I don’t know what you’re doing with your life.
"Fear me forever" I LOLed IRL. These are flawless.
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Commission for flamingmuse, posted with her permission!
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glee character meme ● two locations: [1/2] the stage
"I set up an altar and made little bow ties and bouquets for my Ghost and Phalanx plushes"
IF I HAD KURT AND BLAINE PLUSHES I'D LITERALLY DO THIS. Literally, This tumblr user in 'All the other ghosts" is an actual self-portrait :')
Kurt Hummel + mirrors
glee character meme ≫ three duets: [2/3] perfect
"Isn’t it strange that I know you’d risk your life to save mine... but I don’t know what your favorite color is?"
But I don’t want him to go. In fact, I want him to climb in with me, to be there when the nightmares hit tonight. For some reason that I can’t quite form, I know I’m not allowed to ask that.
“Don’t go yet. Not until I fall asleep," I say.
Peeta sits on the side of the bed, warming my hand in both of his. “Almost thought you’d changed your mind today. When you were late for dinner."
I’m foggy but I can guess what he means. With the fence going on and me showing up late and the Peacekeepers waiting, he thought I’d made a run for it, maybe with Gale.
“No, I’d have told you," I say. I pull his hand up and lean my cheek against the back of it, taking in the faint scent of cinnamon and dill from the breads he must have baked today. […] “Stay with me."
this entire fucking scene (◕‿◕✿)
TOUCHING, SMELLING HIS SCENT, ALWAYS.
(via frostingpeetaswounds)
There isn’t anyone who means more to me than you do
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The Hunger Games: This is the first kiss that we're both fully aware of. Neither of us hobbled by sickness or pain or simply unconscious. Our lips neither burning with fever or icy cold. This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another. (pg. 298)
Catching Fire: This time, there is nothing but us to interrupt us. And after a few attempts, Peeta gives up on talking. The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest, down through my body, out along my arms and legs, to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me, the kisses have the opposite effect, of making my need greater. I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind. (pg.352)
Mockingjay: It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slip up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. "No. I don't want to..." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs. (pg. 314)