Darren Criss on wearing eyeliner (x)

And when the woman translating his answer tried to say that it made him feel “beau” (handsome), he said “no no no, purdy”

(via hazelandglasz)

Darren Criss - “Les Champs Elysées” [Live at Nouveau Casino] (by lovechad02)

My album, is the kind of music you can be friends with [credit]

Gwyneth Paltrow for Esquire Russia

I’m sorry, I have to walk away from you because I can feel my brain cells dying.

Kurt/Kurt: No Visas Needed

Kurt isn’t sure what the trigger is this time. For fuck’s sake, he’s just masturbating, but one second he’s on his bed, dildo poised between his legs and the next, he feels like he’s being squeezed into a dark tunnel until his lungs feel like they’ll burst. It lasts for two whole excruciating minutes and then he’s opening his eyes in time to see a bed that he promptly crashes down on.  

For one hazy minute he worries about where he is until he recognizes the room. It’s his old bedroom, oh thank god. Time travel always leaves him naked, and disregarding the fact that he’d been naked to begin with this time, he’s pretty sure ending up in a strangers bed without a scrap of clothing on him would have been very awkward indeed. Even if the time travelling has killed his boner.

He rubs his forehead with a hand as he sits up, looking around for his younger self - ‘K’ as Kurt likes to call him in an attempt to keep things from getting confusing. Kurt finds him on the bed next to him, hastily pulling up his pants, his cheeks a bright shade of red. 

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My shirt is a hit today at rehearsal.

“Do you ever get self-conscious about your belly?” Kurt asks, and Blaine glances down to where Kurt’s cheek is pillowed on the soft part of his stomach, the slight bump that surrounds his navel and stubbornly persists no matter how many crunches he does. Kurt looks peaceful and unfairly gorgeous like this, shoulders bare and eyelashes brushing his cheeks when he blinks, and it takes Blaine a second to answer.

“Are- are you— I mean, should I be?”

“Oh, no!” Kurt says immediately, sitting up. “I probably didn’t phrase that right, did I? Sorry, my mind is still…” Kurt trails off, but his eyes are bright, mischievous. “It takes a while for my brain to start working again, you know. After.”

“I know that feeling well,” Blaine says hoarsely.

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Chris and his bracelets

oooh yeah, I’m just shooting out fanart.

(but let it be known that I’m not too happy about how Blaine turned out)

crisscolfer fic: of belonging

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The originals. Always and Forever. 

January

“So,” Burt says in Kurt’s ear, one night while they are having their weekly catch-up phone call, talking about everything and nothing. “How are things with… you know, the boys?”

“Dad,” Kurt says and puts down his toast – cheese and tomato with oregano on them, just like Burt always made them back in Lima – on the plate on his coffee table, wants to slap himself for how his thoughts immediately drifted off to a certain person smiling at him from his desk at the office. “The boys?”

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pureklaination asked: prompt: meet cute; blaine and kurt meet at the store buying condoms and, it’s not poor taste to give out your phone number to someone on a wednesday morning over lube?

Blaine thinks he’s doing a fairly good job of keeping his cool when he’s scanning condom brands in a drug store one morning, trying to balance price and function in his mind while an unbelievably gorgeous guy stands next to him, shifting from foot to foot. Blaine thinks he’s being judged until he glances over to the other guy and realizes he looks nervous, torn as he stares down the rows of condom boxes.

A minute goes by and Blaine says slowly, careful just in case he’s reading the situation wrong, “Do you need any help?”

The other guy blinks quickly, cheeks pink and jaw tightening before he finally says, his voice surprisingly soft and high, “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

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Tonight I’m gonna dance for all that we’ve been through.