Here’s the deal.
This is one of Darren’s old headshots (pre glee obviously). He gave a bunch of them to me back in October of 2010. I gave them away on the DCST, but I saved one for myself. It’s one of my more treasured pieces of memorabilia.
But I want Joey and co. to succeed in funding Craig the Genie.
In order to get your hands on this- you have to pledge money to Craig. Minimum of $5.
For every $5 you pledge you’ll get an additional entry into this giveaway (maximum 20 entries but feel free to pledge more than $100).
I am only giving this away if they are funded (no retracting pledges if you don’t win that way). So a winner will be chosen on 6/21 after the campaign ends if its successfully funded.
Email me a screenshot of your pledge confirmation to email@example.com. You have til Friday 6/21/13 at 4:20pm pacific time. (7:20 eastern)
Spread the word. Thanks.
you know what i want to know
how the fuck did mr salt and mrs pepper make a fucking cinnamon shaker for a baby
solve that mystery steve
THAT IS PAPRIKA YOU IGNORANT SLUT
EXCUSE ME ASSHOLE THAT IS CINNAMON HE WAS BORN IN THE FOURTH SEASON
PAPRIKA LOOKS LIKE THIS
THAT’S FUCKING PAPRIKA
SHE’S CINNAMON’S OLDER SISTER
GOD DAMN TUMBLR I AM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR SHIT
tumblr gets heated over blue’s clues
So I went to the Darren Criss concert in Cleveland and this is going to be a post about it. I’m sorry in advance for any of the obnoxious run on sentences and shit like that. I’m going to ramble a lot and this will probably not make sense but everything is still kind of a blUR. So here is my face with Darren and I’ll post the other picture whenever I get it xoxo
Anonymous prompted: Kurt is a student at Dalton who gets his first sub “sickness” and Blaine, his teacher and a dom, is there to help him through it.
warnings: NC-17 for D/s between teacher/student. Kurt is 17 and Blaine is 28.
Kurt’s trying to ignore the hot - nearly painful - squeezing pressure in his chest that’s been bothering him on and off since yesterday when Trent finally pulls him aside between classes, his face full of concern.
“Are you sure you don’t need to go to the nurse? I can walk you there, it’s just up one more floor.”
“No, I’m fine, I’m fine,” Kurt insists, forcing a smile for his roommate before he starts walking to his next class. “I’ll see you back at the dorm later, okay?” Kurt turns around, tugging at the knot of his tie and wishing something would make heat would go away when he bumps into someone.
“Sorry!” Kurt says, his stomach dropping when he realizes he’s run into a teacher, but something about the way the man looks at him, his eyes widening, makes Kurt freeze. He reaches for Kurt’s arm, steadying him when Kurt didn’t even realize he was about to stumble.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispers, the low timbre of his voice making Kurt’s knees buckle, the pressure in his chest starting to unravel in a way that makes Kurt want to lean in even closer, his eyes slipping shut. “How long?”