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Kirk: Mister Chekov, go put on a red shirt.

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:05:59 +0100

Kirk: Mister Chekov, go put on a red shirt.
Entire Cinema: Aw, shit.

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Tue, 21 May 2013 01:02:51 +0100

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Tue, 21 May 2013 00:19:25 +0100

bleerios: no one’s going to talk about how blaine dresses exactly like nick carraway from the great...

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:09:13 +0100

bleerios:

no one’s going to talk about how blaine dresses exactly like nick carraway from the great gatsby

Spot me bro. (Blam fic)

Tue, 21 May 2013 00:03:00 +0100

Pairing: Blam. (romantic blam)
Rating: PG – 13.
Summary: Blaine and Sam meet at the gym. Sam asks Blaine to spot for him and totally captivated by him Blaine readily accepts.
A/N: I spammed Anna’s ask with this yesterday and I was inspired to write it during the advertisements for The Fast and the Furious 6 so its totally unbeta’d but hey the film was awesome. Ya’ll should go see it. Also I’m poo at titles.

Blaine likes going to the gym, he hasn’t got a routine per say he just enjoys using some of the machines, like the bikes and the rowing machines. Those are pretty cool. He likes sharing in things, so a communal space to exercise is pretty awesome in his book. Usually he just goes every so often, but he’s been visiting his local gym, just off campus, a lot recently to relieve some exam stress.

He’s just climbing off the treadmill, his tank top clinging to his back with sweat, some curls springing free from the gel, when someone taps his shoulder. He spins around, pulling one ear bud out of his ear, to find a tall, broad guy with a shaggy head of blonde hair staring down at him. He’s smiling a warm charming grin that shows all his teeth and wow his mouth is pretty - big full lips, soft looking and bitten red. Blaine balls a hand into a fist at his side and exhales heavily through his nose. Jesus.

“Hey man, could you possibly spot for me?” The guy gestures over his shoulder with a wave of his hand towards the weights area were, currently, there is a gaggle of really big, meaty guys, grunting and groaning and straining themselves as they lift a crazy number of weights. Blaine gulps dragging his eyes back to the beautiful stranger. He blushes and shifts from foot to foot when he finds the guy’s eyes – now more green then brown - sweeping up and down his body. Blaine isn’t very muscly. He’s a little toned but that’s because he goes on runs and boxes sometimes, he sure as hell doesn’t lift weights. He opens his mouth to explain that he isn’t trained to “spot” a guy, whatever that entails, but the blonde just slaps his shoulder and barks a laugh, “Don’t worry bro I can totally teach you how!” He squeezes Blaine’s bare shoulder and offers him another winning smile and Blaine can’t say no, he nods, a wild shake of his head, and a smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. He’s completely dumbfounded and totally enamoured by this guy already. The other guys at the gym never approach him like this, never nod their greeting like they do with each other, and they certainly never purposely touch him.

Blaine follows the guy across the room towards the weight area and watches as the guy positions himself on the bench, lying flat on his back, legs sprawled out, arms hanging by his side. He tips his head up to look at Blaine from where he’s lying with his neck under the bar and grins a beautiful crooked smile, “Ok basically…” He starts, flexing his fingers, curling them into fists and then straightening them out again, “You just have to like encourage me, yeah?” He lifts his arms and wraps his fingers around the bar and rolls his shoulders a bit, “And add more bells when I say.” Blaine’s eyes widen, flicking between the pile of dumbbells on each end of the bar. Add more? This guy is preparing to lift quite a bit of weight already, Blaine hasn’t got a clue how much but he knows for sure whatever he’s going to lift weighs a lot more than him. He gulps, now is not the time to think about that, “I’ll just do about two sets with these…about ten reps and then….” He trails off, drops his arms and giggles an adorable tinkle of a sound that sounds so odd on such a big guy, but suits him in the best way, “You ok man?”

Blaine nods, eyes trailing up the length of the guy’s arm as he shifts on the bench, the vein in his arm practically pulsing. This guy could totally lift him…

He gulps and moves his eyes back to the guy’s face and oh wow he was totally checking this guy out. With his really long body and his broad shoulders and big muscly thighs that are totally exposed right now because his loose shorts have totally shifted and moved up since he laid down. And his arms, god.

“Yeah, sorry.” Blaine flushes, pulls at his tank top that is now clinging to him a lot more, “A lot of information.” He lies. The guy chuckles, shakes his head and resumes his position.

“You’ll be fine.” He reaches out a hand, grabbing a fistful of Blaine’s shirt in his fingers and pulling Blaine closer to the back of the bench. Blaine stumbles forward totally surprised and almost falls into the bar. “You need to be closer just in case.”

Just in case what? Blaine wants to ask but then the guy is grasping the steel bar between his fingers and slowly and carefully lifting the weights off the rack and up over his head. He’s already a little sweaty, Blaine doesn’t know how long he’s been here or how long he’s been training for, but his brow is a little wet and some of his hair is sticking to it. There’s also a really delicious looking line of sweat painting his neck, from ear to collar bone and god Blaine totally wants to lick it. His tank top rises up a little when he braces himself and lifts the weights higher, revealing the v of his hips and a smatter of fair hair that trails down from his belly button and disappears beneath his loose fitting shorts, sitting low on his hips. The guy grunts as he brings the weights down, hovering the bar over his face a little and then straining to the lift them back up and Blaine’s eyes are immediately drawn to his arms as they flex with the movement and the muscles shift and move as he struggles to extend the bar over his head.

God this guy is hot.

And apparently Blaine says that aloud because then the guy is successfully dropping the weight back onto the rack and sitting up.

Blaine stares wide eyed and slack jawed because oh shit, the guy asked for someone to spot him not ogle him.

Blaine opens his mouth to apologise but then the guy is turning towards him, head cocked to the side, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, a smirk playing on his mouth, “Oh really?” He says, with a quirk of his brow and Blaine is stunned to silence again as this guy’s gaze drops to his sneaker clad feet and slowly moves up Blaine’s body; up his legs and torso to his flushed face. He hums, gaze settling on Blaine’s own again, “We should probably introduce ourselves properly before I agree to going on a date with you, right?”

Blaine falters, because what? Is this really hot guy that he met only moments ago and that he shamelessly checked out, actually flirting with him and suggesting that they go on a date? He blinks owlishly down at the guy, wringing his fingers together and kicking the toe of his sneakers against the floor. He’s totally squirming but this is so new to him. Boys never flirt so openly with him or look at him like that. Like they want to scoop Blaine up and both throw him against a wall and cuddle him. Oh God.

“I-“

“I’m Sam.” He says, offering his hand and Blaine steps back, eyes jumping between the guy’s outstretched hand and his face and back. The guy wiggles his fingers in invitation and laughs, a little huff of breath and when Blaine’s gaze finds his again, the apples of his cheeks are a pretty shade of pink and he’s biting his lip. Is he nervous?

“B-Blaine.” Blaine eventually says, tentatively reaching out to shake this guy’s hand.

This guy, Sam, laughs again, low and a little breathless and tugs Blaine a little closer, “Coffee?” he says and grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.

“N-now?” Blaine stutters, Sam’s hand is warm in his, the callouses of his fingertips scratch against the sensitive skin of his palm, sending a pleasant tingly feeling up his arm.

Sam shrugs a shoulder, feigning nonchalance and cocks his head to the side considering, “Y-yeah ok.” He says, squeezing Blaine’s hand and standing up and this close up he seems a lot broader and maybe a little taller than Blaine first assumed, Blaine has to tip his head up a bit to look at him properly and when he does Sam smiles, clapping him on the arm with his free hand, “Coffees on me,” He says, “As a thank you for spotting me.” And with a wink and another laugh he pulls away and bounds off in the direction of the changing rooms.

Oh, Blaine totally loves going to the gym.

Update:

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:41:07 +0100

dearrscience:

okay so I’m sure a lot of this is national news now, but basically Oklahoma is not in good shape. I’m fine and all of my family and friends are fine. Moore, Oklahoma, 30 minutes south of me is destroyed. I just heard one of our main news reporters break down on TV because it’s so bad. Our weathermen are saying this is the worst damage they’ve ever seen. 2 elementary schools are completely leveled out and they’re thinking at least 75 kids and teachers were inside.

I know there’s a lot of shit like this all over tumblr, but I’m just gonna signal boost it anyway. We could really, really use your help:

Text REDCROSS to 90999 to donate $10 to tornado relief.

Oklahomies, make a point to go and give blood this week. I can’t even imagine how many injured we’re going to have as a result of this.

We could use prayers/good vibes/etc. It’s really bad.

crywanking: anonymously msg me urls of ppl you’ve masturbated to

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:13:43 +0100

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Mon, 20 May 2013 23:13:05 +0100

gallaghermilkovichs: I don’t know why I’m doing this, since I doubt anyone will care, but I’m not...

Mon, 20 May 2013 23:09:21 +0100

gallaghermilkovichs:

I don’t know why I’m doing this, since I doubt anyone will care, but I’m not really doing it for me, I’m doing it for my mom.

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Mon, 20 May 2013 22:38:42 +0100

darrenpillowscriss: aesawinterfell: yodropthechampagne: i...

Mon, 20 May 2013 22:37:48 +0100

darrenpillowscriss:

aesawinterfell:

yodropthechampagne:

i wrote a poem

whoa

I almost scrolled past this but it’s actually really fucking deep…

brakes: professortennant: brakes: fairywine answered: Little...

Mon, 20 May 2013 15:54:05 +0100

brakes:

professortennant:

brakes:

fairywine answered: Little Cas and Dean together, with babysitter!Sam? PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!

“GIMME BACK MY ANGEL!!!!!”
“Dean, Cas isn’t a commodity! And you can have him back when you—OW, STOP THAT!!!!”

“Dean! You can play with Cas when you stop pulling on his wings.”

Cas sniffled into Sam’s shoulder and peered down at Dean who was tugging uselessly on the leash Sam had to wrap around him. He kept wandering off and tugging little Castiel around with him, determined to help him feed the ducks.

Dean stopped his war with the leash to glare and pout at Sam the only way a child can.

“Sam, Cas likes it! He told me so!”

Sam sighed and knelt down, letting Castiel’s feet touch the floor and let his wings flutter to the side.

“Cas? Is that true?”

Cas shyly ducked his head. “I like it sometimes but,” he stopped to glare at Dean, his tiny wings ruffling angrily. “Dean! Sometimes you pull too hard an’ it hurts.”

Cas felt his eyes water a little and he burrowed his head into Sam’s jacket. All of Dean’s fight when out of him and he looked helplessly at Sam. Sam pulled a face that looked like he smelled something nasty and also looked like an ‘I-told-you-so’ was on the horizon.

Dean hated when Sam was right.

He shuffled up to his angel and stroked a hand down Cas’ wings before resting on his back. “‘m sorry, Cas. I won’t touch your wings no more.”

Castiel’s head whipped around and glared at Dean. “No!” He blushed and shuffled even closer to Dean so there was very little space between them. “I like when you touch, just don’t tug, ‘kay?”

Dean nodded vigorously and reached around to hug his friend. He laughed when Castiel’s wings fluttered happily and knocked Dean around the ears.

Dean reached for the second harness at the end of Sam’s stupid kid leash and hooked Castiel into the restraint before grabbing his angel’s hand.

He looked up at Sam.

“C’mon, Sammy! Ducks!”

Sam’s mouth was hanging open and he felt the two little monsters in his care tug at the leash.

Cas looked up at him, tugging on his leash. “Come, Sam. Dean and I must provide for the ducklings! It’s the rules.”

Dean grinned and high-fived his friend before they both wrapped pudgy hands around the red harness and pulled. Between the two of them, they managed to get Sam walking towards the lake.

Sam just shook his head, baffled at the strange relationship between the baby angel and Dean. Kids these days.

WOW

I DIDN’T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM CUTE BUT THERE YOU GO

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Mon, 20 May 2013 15:48:41 +0100

kissedmequiteinsane: im just imagining two am and chris is asleep in bed but wakes up and it’s dark...

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:58:30 +0100

kissedmequiteinsane:

im just imagining two am and chris is asleep in bed but wakes up and it’s dark and pouring rain outside, smacking hard but soothing against the windowpanes and he hears gentle guitar strums and a soft voice and he follows it to the living room where darren is sitting on the couch and chris stands there leaning against the wall as darren just randomly strums and sings a few lines of whatever song comes to mind and the lights are dim and theres a candle almost completely burned out on the table in front of him and then he starts singing ‘ho hey’ because that’s their song and chris can’t help but smile bc darren literally sings the whole thing and chris comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his neck and hugs him and presses a kiss behind his ear and they both smile and darren starts playing the song again from the chorus so they both can sing along and i belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart.

joeysstarkid: This one is the best I feel…(x)

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:55:57 +0100

joeysstarkid:

This one is the best I feel…(x)

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Mon, 20 May 2013 14:52:29 +0100

regretting this

CHRIS COLFER cc: instagram cc: twitter cc: audio cc: video cc: bts cc: quotes golden globe awards...

Mon, 20 May 2013 14:38:00 +0100

CHRIS COLFER

cc: instagram

cc: twitter

cc: audio

cc: video

cc: bts

cc: quotes

golden globe awards 2011

struck by lightning

sbl

sbl press

sbl webchat

sbl premiere

sbl: videos

sbl journal

the land of stories

tlos2

tlos tweets

Russel fish

Larry king

August

Chris on ellen

Chris on ellen 13

Chris on Anderson

Pca

Icon magazine

DARREN CRISS

Dc: bts

Dc: twitter

Dc: video

Dc: videos

Dc: audio

Dc: vine

Dc: quotes

Listen up

Show people

Dogfight concert

Gq 2011

How to succeed

How to succeed bts

teen vogue 2012

people magazine sexiest man alive 2012
Dermit
the roxy
broadyway.com
out magazine
rock the vote

joey x Darren

tweets about Darren

fans

I heart radios

Mtv news

Buzzfeed

Met gala

Fuse

Elvis duran

Whcd

David and devine

Mtv Greece

Kca 2013

Vh1 buzz

Today show

Macy’s

mcgraw milhaven show

PSArts Event

glad awards
Trevor Live 2010
Imogene
Imogene- film
Tiff premiere
Toronto International Film Festival
new morning
chicago market days
toy box 2012
details magazine
eastwick
portrait shoot for the new york times
Homme Essential Magazine

Darren and press

Popcandies tv

Celebrating KERRY WASHINGTON

Versus Versace launch

Broadway at The Golden Theater

obama x darren - brotp: you gotta boom

dc: facebook

GLEE CAST EVENTS

Annie

Fox upfronts 13

Coachella 2013

Sky1

PaleyFest Icon Award 2013

choosing glee

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