doodlesbytara:

hey bud *wraps you up in a blanket* i know today might have been hard for you *ruffles your hair* but you made it through the day *boops your nose* you’re doing such a good job *kisses your forehead* and i am so proud of you

Keeping Night’s Time (NC-17, Klaine. D/s. A first-person experiment.)

yadivagirl:

stut—ter:

Barely any light.

The fan still whirs, soothing sticky-sweat skin on not-quite-cool sheets.

City sounds slide in through the humming blades.

Somewhere someone’s bass thumps, keeping night’s time.

My body knows it’s

too late

too early

not the time to wake yet but-

somehow here I am, mind tugged up through layers of sleep and I try to move.

Can’t.

I take a moment, assess my skin,

arms,

hands-

bound and tethered to the sheet above my head.

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#Things you read and wonder why you bother trying to write

chris colfer’s arms

i am done

#kurt has mastered the ability of subtle sexy #blaine has 0 filter and is as smooth as a pineapple

klainemakesout:

Darren Criss performing What is it, uh! 

me: ok i’m gonna write opitw today
day: no ur not
me: ok maybe tomorrow
tomorrow: here i’ll let u get 100 words but that’s it
me: wow thx it feels good to get a bit of it done. tomorrow’s gonna be the time for my flood of inspiration, right?
life: maybe. we’ll see.
the next day: i was just kidding. ur only gonna write 200 words today.
me: but that was better than yesterday go me. tomorrow it’ll be even better.
tomorrow: nope. just 40 today.
me: fuck
me: why do i bother

aka how in two days it’ll be a month since i updated and i’ve only written 703 words of the next chapter so far