#chriscolfer #sketch #pencil #sakura
“I went everywhere in Superman pajamas I had amped up with red rain boots and red Fruit of the Loom underwear I wore on the outside…That lasted for a couple of years. I had baby sitters quit because they didn’t want to be seen in public with me.” (♥)
so being a reader is basically a constant struggle between deciding on reading what you bought recently, what you bought ages ago and should stop ignoring, and what you really ought to reread.
lauren_tatum_events “Sweet” onesies table for Simon! @jamiemakeupgreenberg #laurentatumevents #normancook
For iconicklaine's brilliant Vegas Wedding!Klaine prompts. I couldn't resist.
Kurt and Blaine are strangers, both in town as guests for separate weddings. The night before the weddings they meet in a bar, get tanked and then get hitched. Shenanigans, love at first sight, all the sexytimes.
Blaine would have noticed him anyway, he’s sure. A guy that gorgeous and poised and put together despite it being nearly 2am in the bar of a chaotic Vegas casino would catch Blaine’s eye regardless.
The fact that he’s wearing a tight black tank top with Bride’s Bitches written in sparkly gold letters, sipping a strawberry daiquiri as big as his head with what appears to be a penis-shaped straw, and swiveling his hips to the unceasing tempo of the techno music pulsing around them only draws Blaine’s gaze a little stronger.
Like, he cannot tear his eyes away. Then the guy notices Blaine noticing him, smirks and does this enticing little shoulder shimmy in Blaine’s direction and-
“Blainey!” Cooper drapes his heavy, sweaty body over Blaine’s shoulders and yells slurred and stupid and right into Blaine’s ear, “Stripper time, woo!”