Post DWS fic that was meant to be smutty but turned out more feelings-y than anything. I apologize.
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It’s quiet in the Hummel-Hudson house, the type of quiet that is not only the lack of sound but the absence of its possibility. It doesn’t reach that state very often, not anymore, not with three teenage boys and various significant others and two adults inhabiting it, and Blaine wonders if this is somehow purposeful on their part, or if the forces of the universe decided to favor him, but either way it doesn’t matter because he has Kurt’s hand in his and they’re alone together, really alone, for the first time in weeks, and there is no way Blaine is going to spend his time wondering where everyone else has gone. He follows Kurt up the stairs, and perhaps their linked hands make for an awkward journey, but neither of them slackens their grip.
Child’s worst Nightmares by Joshua Hoffine
This is powerful and amazing and ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY TERRIFYING.
(via panahemataylor)
An Arabian Nights slumber party… that Kuzco crashes.
(via butterscotchcreys)
Sherlock sees through everyone and everything in seconds. What’s incredible though is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.
(via confetttiitsaparade)
- the one where I’m out-going and loud.
- the one where I’m shy and quiet as fuck
- the one where I hate everyone and every little thing bothers me.
It’s nice to know it’s normal. :)
(Source: tiffany-vu, via confetttiitsaparade)

You’re always in the right place for you Darren!
(via hero-in-disguise)