AND IF ANYONE MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE THAT!!!!!! KICK THEM IN THE JUNK!!!!!! WHATEVER JUNK THEY HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! KICK ‘EM REALLY HARD!!!!!!!!!!
It’s also not bad to be heterosexual, male, white, abled, or born to affluence or influence. You have no control over the circumstance of your birth. It’s what you do with what you have that matters.
THANK YOU FRIEND I LIKE YOUR WORDS
GUYS WE NEED TO REEVALUATE OUR LIVES.
YOU KNOW THE SCOOBY DOO GANG?
VELMA IS 15.
FRED IS 16.
DAPHNE IS 16.
SHAGGY IS 17.
SCOOBY IS 7.
WE ARE LITERALLY THE SAME AGE AS THE SCOOBY DOO GANG MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A LIE.
EVERYONE MUST BE ENLIGHTENED OF MY HEART BREAKING DISCOVERY. I’M TAKING YOU ALL DOWN WITH ME.
additionally, I CANNOT GET OVER Steve’s fucking Sadness Errands that he keeps running around DC, like, his schedule literally goes
6 AM: jogging
7:15: unburden soul to total stranger, lacking better options
3 PM: visit own museum exhibit to stare at the Dead Best Friend Wall
4:30: attempt meaningful human connection with sole surviving contemporary; fail due to Alzheimer’s
6 PM: dinner for one
7 PM: contemplate own loneliness, probably
spangledout made a post that said: i really want a fic of kurt being hit on by all the guys in their stage combat class and him just like totally shutting them down…
So I made an attempt to write the thing.
The Pitfalls of Puberty, or How Even NYADA Students Are Oblivious
(Klaine, 833 words, PG-13)
Whoever’s idea it was to double today’s class period to make up for the snow day should be fired. Blaine’s life science teacher should also be fired. If Blaine was in class with him instead of on an all-day field trip he could distract Kurt from his pain.
Yes, pain. The heating system is on full blast, making the room feel like a sauna. That combined with the constant physical exertion and the number of bodies in the space makes it completely unbearable.
Kurt flops to the floor while group 2 takes their turn in front of the class. He feels disgusting.
He uncaps his water, drinks half, and sets it down. Then he peels off his shirt and sticks it in his bag.
“I’m so hot,” he groans.
Ryan, a fellow sophomore who’s also in his history class glances at him from where he’s sitting a few feet away, and grins. “Yeah, you are. I bet you’re even hotter when you lose the pants.”
A few years ago Kurt’s first instinct would’ve been to blush, pretend he hadn’t heard, expect a punch line.
Now, however, he simply raises his left hand. “Taken.”
Ryan’s smile shifts into something more akin to a scowl, “Whatever.”
Next class Kurt is on his own again because Blaine had sprained his ankle trying to learn parkour with Sam over the weekend. He’s glad Blaine has Sam as a friend and everything, but god, they are such boys.
They lesson is pretty uneventful, just a review of the new stuff they learned last time, and when it ends he hurries to be first out the door. He’s just pulling out his phone to see if Blaine wants Kurt to bring him anything, when someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around to see Jordan, who transferred into their class a few weeks ago.
“Hi?” Kurt says, a little confusedly. He isn’t sure they’ve actually ever had a conversation.
“Hey,” Jordan says. “Hey listen, do you want to maybe get dinner sometime?”
Kurt almost rolls his eyes. Is everyone blind? He lifts his hand to display his ring. “I’m engaged, sorry.”
Jordan’s eyes widen a little. “Oh, okay, um, wow.”
“Sorry,” Kurt says again. “I thought everyone knew. He’s in our class, you know, it’s-“ but Jordan’s already started walking in the other direction.
By the third time it happens, Kurt has begun to get seriously annoyed. With the combined help of Sam and Elliot, Blaine is now able to accompany himself pretty well on guitar, so he’d volunteered to sing for sick kids in the waiting room of a pediatrician’s office on Friday afternoon.
It was sweet and all, but now Blaine is at home, miserable with strep throat, and Kurt is once again alone in combat class.
He stretches while the professor goes over the day’s plan; stretches his legs in front of him and touches his toes, rolls his neck, raises his arms above his head to warm the muscles.
He’s not really even conscious he’s doing it until he glances up to see Julio, Ben, and Andy all staring.
He raises an eyebrow at them, then looks back down and casually begins to fiddle with his ring. When he looks back up, they’re on the other side of the classroom.
Blaine feels like he hasn’t been in combat class all semester. It’s great to be back, learning how to stand and block, seeing Kurt, and feeling high from exercise-induced endorphins.
Professor Key calls out, “Good work today boys! Take a five minute break and rehydrate.”
Blaine stoops down to get his Gatorade out of his bag, straightens, and turns around to see where Kurt is. Kurt is drinking water like he’s just sprinted a mile through the dessert. His throat moves as he swallows, and a little of the water trickles down it, making his skin glisten.
Blaine’s mouth goes a little dry. He starts to go over to him, intends to whisper his plans for after class in Kurt’s ear, when this huge, chiselled guy who Blaine thinks is named Marco, steps in front of him, blocking Blaine’s path. “Back off, half pint. I saw him first.”
Blaine blinks. “Kurt?”
Marco smirks. “Don’t really care what his name is. Mine is the one he’ll be screaming.”
Blaine isn’t sure how Kurt got across the classroom so fast, but he’s suddenly right in front of them, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
Marco laughs. “This little dude was gonna make a move on you. I’m trying to tell him not to waste his time.”
“One?” Kurt says, “I wouldn’t sleep with you if you paid me. And two?” He yanks Blaine forward by a fistful of his shirt and kisses him, hard. It’s a lot more passionate that Kurt would usually allow them to be in public, but who is Blaine to complain?
He cups Kurt’s warm cheek with his hand and lets himself sink into the familiarity of Kurt’s mouth.
When they break apart, they’re both panting a little, but that doesn’t stop Kurt from swivelling back around to face Marco. “Two? Blaine is my fiancé, and you can fuck off.”
They skip the second half of class to split a frozen hot chocolate. Kurt figures they deserve it.
Just watching the news about how all the MPs in the house of commons get really loud, so some MPs don’t even want to turn up anymore.
I had the thought, everyone in should get a bracelet when they enter, fitted with a small device, so that if they get too loud, they get ELECTRICUTED
YEAH MAN MAKE POLITICS MORE BADASS
I've learned everything! And I had to learn it on my own.
The moment you realize that Ozai banishing his eldest son was the best thing he could have done for him.
why he lick me
THIS IS SUPER COOL THOUGH IF YOU UNDERSTAND HORSES. LIKE THAT NIPPING IS A GROOMING BEHAVIOR HORSE’S DO TO BOND AND TO MAINTAIN AND IMPROVE SOCIAL BONDS. SO THAT HORSE IS BASICALLY TREATING THE CAT AS PART OF THE HERD AND SUSTAINING THE FRIENDLY BOND.
IT IS SAYING, “this tiny horse is very tiny but we are friends. Look at my tiny friend.”
The year is 3000, my great great great grand daughter isn’t fine at all and freddos are £4 each
i dont know whats happening in this post
is this in english
no this is in british
The joke that Bender tells but never finishes (while crawling through the ceiling) actually has no punchline. According to Judd Nelson, he ad-libbed the line. Originally, he was supposed to tell a joke that would end when he came back into the library and said, “Forgot my pencil”, but no one could come up with a joke for that punchline.
Did they just make up this entire movie on the spot.
Wow that is so true about the blow jobs.. i’ll literally never give one
i think ill start wearing yoga pants now LOL
I think we could all use a tiny kitten on our screens from time to time.
ugh i love how his tail is just a triangle
IT’S TAIL IS A TRIANGLE
I don’t understand because wasn’t Olaf’s actions of lighting the fire, almost melting and then trying to save her and act of true love and shouldnt that have unfrozen her heart?
for real i was watching and i was really upset that they did this scene but still needed love to be romantic??
but also them carrying her all the way back to the castle to get her there couldn’t that count as an act of love too??
It’s because the act of love had to be by Anna, not for her.
I have to drink five pints of hot coconut water every day, with a little garlic salt, some splenda, and a splash of hot sauce, and then you basically jog until you hallucinate.
james turning down every hogsmeade invitation by telling them he’s going stag
Sirius spreading a rumour that he has a cat just so when people ask him about it he can go, “Nah, I’m a dog person.”
Peter being loud so when a teacher chews him out, he can promise to be “quiet as a mouse”
Remus skipping meals so people can hear his stomach grumbling and he can apologise for being “hungry like the wolf.”