Kara | Twenty | Australia
It was a 100% glee blog once
now it's glee with a bunch of random
basically you'll see a lot of Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.
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Your first two books have been widely successful, what’s it like to hear “Chris Colfer, New York Times Bestselling Author”?
it’s ironic how middle school boys will make fun of the gay kid but then draw dicks on literally everything
y’all are like “ooh everyone is beautiful” “ooh everyone deserves to feel hot” and then three seconds later you’re making fun of people who cover their acne with makeup and people who haven’t mastered winged eyeliner yet like grow the hell up you don’t get to pick and choose times to be body positive
"Have you seen those photos? Photoshop is great. They make me look so fantastic."
i hate pants that make it look like i have a boner when i sit but then i remember im a girl but i still worry that somebody will think i have a boner
Do… Girls really worry about this?
By popular demand, and for today’s CC week theme: Happily Ever After. <3
Chris is very certain he’s going to kill Darren.
Then again, he feels that way pretty much every time Darren interrupts his writing for something. Sometimes it’s something as small as a kiss, and Chris can easily get over his sudden murderous tendencies then. But sometimes, sometimes, he comes hopping into the office, telling Chris he has to go to the store, they need milk, and Darren would go, really, but he has that important call in a half hour, remember?
And maybe Chris should blame himself, because he knows milk isn’t an urgent thing—and one day, one day, he’ll find out how Darren makes running out of milk sound like a house fire.
I originally started writing this for Becca, who wanted a CrissColfer fic based on this video. But it also fit today’s theme for CC Week (First Meeting AU), so I decided to finally finish it.
Chris has never seen anything like it before.
Well, that’s not entirely true—he was a little kid, once, and generic birthday parties and McDonalds just weren’t the same without ball pits. But it’s been a decent amount of years since he’s seen one, and he’s certainly never seen one set up on Venice Boulevard (in fact, it shouldn’t be weird, because it’s in Venice and Chris has certainly seen stranger).
"Take a seat and make a friend," Ashley reads out loud from the banner stretched above it. "Huh."
"Who would do that?" Chris asks, because it’s absolutely empty right now. "Can you imagine how many people have sat in there? Or slept in there?”
"Well. This is Venice," Ashley agrees, and both of them watch as a shirtless man covered in silver paint skates by blowing bubbles. "Or maybe everyone thinks the same thing as you, and so no one’s even touched it."
"Didn’t they get rid of ball pits because they were like incredibly unsanitary?"
"Probably, and Chuck E. Cheese never suffered a greater loss. Seriously, when was the last time you were in a ball pit?"
"I can’t even remember, it’s been that long.”
"Shut it, baby, you’re making me feel old."