Michael Jackson’s son meeting Justin Bieber.
I have no words to express my love for these photographs. Lmao.
Bash ♡ Yellow is the color of sunshine and joy, warmth and happiness, intellect and energy.
"Anything that you may think is something that makes you different, or you’re uncomfortable about, is probably in this case, your best asset. It’s really about embracing everything who you are and everything you have to give" - Darren Criss
I like phone calls. I like talking to people, I like being able to hear the cadence of someone’s voice. There’s such lack of context to things on the internet. I do owe it a lot of gratitude, because it got me where I am. I wouldn’t be talking to you if it wasn’t for the power of social media! But when you’re living such a public life, keeping some things to yourself is really important.
i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word
So basically Darren got to spend an entire episode staring at his man’s mostly naked body and eating.
What I really loved, what didn’t really register with me until I rewatched the scene, was during the final Serendipity scene Kurt spoke of us “WE are going to eat healthier and cook healthier. WE started a new ab class at the NYADA gym. This is US saying goodbye to eating out for a while”.
Shows they talked about ways how Blaine can get back to feeling comfortable in his skin again and they are doing it together.
prompt: reaction fic for 5x16 where kurt reassures blaine he has nothing at all to be insecure about.
warnings: touches on blaine’s body image insecurity, but is all fluff & understanding & smut. yay healing smut.
Kurt holds Blaine tight, rubbing over his back and waiting until Blaine’s ready to pull away with a sniffle, his eyes red, teeth digging into his lip nervously. It breaks Kurt’s heart to see him this way - sometimes he forgets that Blaine is younger, that he can be so heartbreakingly insecure because he hasn’t built himself a tough exterior to deal with the world in the same way Kurt has.
"Hey," Kurt says softly, sweetly, cupping Blaine’s face between his hands and watching Blaine’s mouth twitch with a smile when he rubs away the tears on Blaine’s cheeks with his thumbs. "Come to bed with me?"
Blaine heaves out a shaky sigh. “Kurt, I don’t know—”
"Trust me, sweetie," Kurt says, and then Blaine’s nodding, fingering squeezing gratefully at Kurt’s as Kurt leads them into the bedroom.