+// you may say that I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only one

19, Australia. This is a blog where I gleechris coffle, game of throne, sherlock, and firefly (whedonverse in general, really).
I write and draw sometimes, reblog lots, and can squee over just about anything (except wank. feel free to take that elsewhere).

Occasionally nsfw, when I reblog spoilers I usually forget to tag, and a capslock abuser: I'M NOT ANGRY,
JUST ALWAYS REALLY EXCITED.
Previously cometinorbit.

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+ 4,377 notes 2 years ago 0547pm
#glee3

+ 30,567 notes 2 years ago 0542pm
#CHILDHOOD #I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE #WHEN IT CAME OUT #AND LIKE #I SECRETLY WAS EXCITED TO SEE IT #little things
+ 1,116 notes 2 years ago 0541pm
#p: just like magic

beboqueen:

“Hello,” she said in a voice so husky it could pull a dogsled.

(Source: gynocologist, via belleanima)


+ 157,388 notes 2 years ago 0534pm
#i snorted so loud

We were so wrong.
+ 2,157 notes 2 years ago 0534pm
#i wasn't wowed by this #but then i started reading other people's analysis on the net #and it felt more interesting :d #movies

+ 236,830 notes 2 years ago 0530pm
#KASJDLAKSJDLAKJW !!!!!! #little things #ALKSDJALKSJDLAKSJDLAKSLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
+ 2,985 notes 2 years ago 0151am
#c: something to be grateful for
+ 1,291 notes 2 years ago 0104am
#asjdaksdjaksjdh *______* #glee art #and the AUTHOR AS WELL HOLY #AS IF THESE TWO PEOPLE EVER WORKED TOGETHER AND #LSDALsdald...

misswonderheart:

misswonderheart:

certaintendencies:

lulz-chan:

certaintendencies:

au where Blaine is a wee little borrower who keeps stealing Kurt’s stylish buttons, using tiny scraps of fabric to make bow ties and hanging out on Kurt’s vanity because it ~smells nice

Look what you made me do.

OH MY GOD

OH MY G O D

;______________________________________________________; HE’S PERFECT 

OH GOD GIVE THIS TO ME

I just knew I’d start writing this. (Sorry that the intro is sad.)

Blaine still remembers the day his father came home with his hat in his hand, eyes cast down. “The woman has passed on.”

“The woman” was all his father ever called Elizabeth, but his eyes were red as if he’d been crying. Elizabeth had known about them, had always been kind. Blaine has many happy memories of sitting with his mother on Elizabeth’s dresser as she would fix her makeup or brush her hair. She had always been generous with food, and dispeled all of Burt’s notions about mice, to protect them from traps. Blaine’s known Elizabeth his whole life, and the idea that he’ll never see her again is just too big to make sense of right now.

His mother started to cry quietly; he wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t seen the tears on her face. “How are they?”

“Numb, I think. Eventually the boy will be inconsolable. The man has a hard time ahead of him.”

Blaine waits for a moment before slowly standing. “Mother, is it all right if I go sit outside?”

“Yes dear, just be careful,” she says absently. Father’s sitting with his arm around her shoulders, his face tipped against her hair.

Blaine takes his hat to keep up the pretense, but he heads straight for Kurt’s room. There’s a small opening in the corner by his bed, one they don’t use much because Blaine’s parents had been strict about keeping their presence secret from “the boy,” but Blaine squeezes his way through. He makes the long climb up to the windowsill and surveys the room from behind the curtain. Kurt is there, curled up on his bed around a teddy bear, his face pressed into its fur. By the soft rise and fall of his chest, Blaine thinks he’s asleep. He must be so tired, and so sad.

Blaine knows it’s dangerous, knows that he would probably be forbidden to go into the house for months if his father found out, but right now it doesn’t matter. Carefully, so carefully, Blaine lowers himself onto the bed and makes his way across the quilt — Elizabeth made this for him, she’s everywhere in this house, how are any of them going to live without her — until he’s right next to Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt hasn’t moved, and he still doesn’t as Blaine lowers himself to sit. Blaine wishes, for the first time in his life, that he was a big person. He wishes that he could hug Kurt, that he could pull him close and let him cry.

Blaine’s too small for that, but he leans against Kurt’s shoulder, hand splayed along the soft cotton of his shirt, and makes sure he’s not alone.

(via adropofdeleted-deactivated20130)


+ 1,531 notes 2 years ago 0102am
#SQUEEING AND I HAVEN'T STOPPED #LOOKIE HIMMM #fic rec

I went to the animal shelter today, and damn there was this white kitten with heterochromia and i was this close to getting her and gawwwd. keep me away from that.


+ 1 note 2 years ago 1237am
#i only have two cats though #three is the limit before i have to get a permit #crazy cat lady at 20 lololol

61 | 100 - Jeremy Renner
+ 1,084 notes 2 years ago 1022pm
#jeremy renner
+ 1,033 notes 2 years ago 0255am
#c: can I stay?
hearts-not-parts:

helivesunderawaterfall:

motherfuckin-snozzberries:

look at this precious thing
fucking look at it

and then you look to the apparent dead body in the back

When good bunnies go bad.
+ 467,556 notes 2 years ago 0254am
#little things

+ 7,454 notes 2 years ago 0117am
#iron man

+ 2 years ago 1249am
#video

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