errdayimklaine-in:

Klaine: Perfect my OTP is perfect.

colfersaurusrex:

Me: I FOLLOW TOO MANY KLAINE BLOGS I NEED MORE VARIETY *follows another Klaine blog*

abcs of darren criss | t -> team starkid

wiseshots:

alexeidarling:

wiseshots:

ITS A LLAMA BUILD A BEAR!!!!

Do want.

Colfer Llama….

teamstarkid-confessions:

Confessed by: peaceloveandparmore

The smiling god from Asgard.

caaastiel:

sam

does your badge say that you’re special agent han solo

xbleedingblackrosex:

awildcooperappears:

Klaine AU | where the principal in Dalton tells Blaine that he’ll have a new roommate, but Blaine is not really happy about this, until the boy, Kurt Hummel walks into the office, and Blaine kind of falls in love with him

“Mr. Anderson,” Principal Brookey began. “I understand that you do not have a roommate?”

“No, sir,” Blaine answered, hesitant. He did not like where this was going.

Principal Brookey sensed his unease, and cut to the chase. “We have a new transfer student coming in today, and as you may already be aware, the dormitories are overbooked this year. The only room left to put him is in-”

“Mine?” he finished, trying his best to hide his frustration. He loved having his own space; it was perfect for studying, or just goofing off by himself. Now he would be stuck with someone who he’d never met before, probably had horrible cleaning habits, and knew nothing of his own living patterns. He was going to have to start doing his homework in the library and spending more time in his friends’ rooms if this transfer student turned out to be-

“And here he is now!”

In walked an angel.

No, not an angel. But as close to one as any human being could possibly get. His skin was fair, flawless, like moonlight; his brunette locks had faint natural highlights that made Blaine want to run his fingers through them; those eyes were blue, green, silver, so expressive. The stranger gave a tiny smile, the edges of his thin pink lips curling upwards in the most beautiful way. Blaine tried to smile back, but his face felt numb. Unresponsive.

“Mr. Anderson, meet Kurt Hummel. Mr. Hummel, this will be your roommate, Blaine Anderson.”

“Hello,” Kurt greeted, holding out a hand. It looked so soft, and fragile, like one wrong move could turn it to butter.

After a second, he realized that he’d just been staring blankly at the hand. “I- Hi!” he fumbled, quickly shaking the preferred hand. Oh god it really is soft how does he do that he must have some special type of lotion- Pull yourself together! “Welcome to Dalton, Kurt.”

The new student’s smile turned almost a little playful. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy it here…”

“I’m sure you will, too.”

Principal Brookey looked between the two boys, baffled, wondering what on Earth he was missing.

“I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways that you are not.”

just-a-darren-blog:

im sorry but can we all take a moment to look at his arms and just all cry together