Kurt and Blaine perform I’ll Make a Man Out of You
(For Kay colfer)
Glee Crack Vol.6
OMG this one is hilarious!!!!
These are always good
Oh god the ending. Priceless.
I NEEDED ALL OF THIS IM MY LIFE
ask darren criss for directions to a place and he will probably give you a 4 page essay with works cited and everything
Including the reason why every road is named what it is.
"Where is orange boy?" Svetlana asks nonchalantly as she passed the table to get coffee from the kitchen.
Mickey toys with his own cup. “Out,” he answers. “And his name’s Ian, for fuck’s sake.”
Svetlana joins him at the table. “He like when I call him nickname. ‘S a thing we do. We bond.”
"Jesus Christ. The last thing I need is you two bonding."
"Where did he go? He promise me he watch baby today."
Mickey looks at her. “He told you that?”
"Not in so many words," Svetlana admits with a shrug, taking a gulp from her mug. "I ask if he work today, he say no. That is good enough for me."
Mickey snorts and shakes his head at her, almost fond. “I can watch the rugrat.”
"I notice you avoid my question."
Mickey stiffens. “That’s ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ know where he went.”
"He left without saying?"
Mickey snorted again, put out this time. “No, he definitely said a lot.”
"Ah," Svetlana says knowingly. "I see. You two have lover’s quarrel."
"Uh. Yeah. Somethin’ like that."
"What about?" she asks, sipping more coffee.
Mickey sits back in his chair, studies the table’s surface. “I want ‘im to quit working at that club, get a real job.”
Svetlana scoffs. “How can you tell him get real job? You run a house for whores.”
Mickey digs the heel of his hand into his eye. “That’s exactly what he said.”
"Why you no like him working there?"
Mickey gives her an incredulous look. “He’s a dancer. He fuckin’ strips for old men.”
"So? He make good money, yeah?"
"Yeah. They fuckin’ fawn all over him. They practically beg him to take their cash."
"Okay then. He do what he must. It is his life, you cannot live it for him." She gets up from the table, taking Mickey’s cup of now cold coffee with her. She dumps both mugs into the sink. "You think he will fuck around?"
Mickey chokes on air. “No,” he manages when he can breathe again. “No, he won’t. I just don’t like those old geezers puttin’ him in their fuckin’ spank bank.”
"You worry too much," she says simply, sitting across from him again.
"Yeah." He pauses, "I kinda told him I think he’s gonna fuck around, though."
Svetlana purses her lips and narrows her eyes, leaning back to cross her legs. “You are jackass,” she says decidedly. She reaches across the table to pat his hand. “He will come back,” she reassures. “When he does, you apologize. He will forgive, you’ll see.”
As if on cue, the front door sings open and Ian storms in, heads straight for the room he and Mickey share.
Svetlana watches him slam the door and pats Mickey’s hand again. “I go look after baby for bit.” With that, she goes to their son’s bassinet, cooing at him.
Mickey walks carefully to the door, steeling himself for a fight. He almost knocks, but decides not to and simply opens the door and goes in, closing it behind him.
Ian has a duffel bag on the bed and he’s stuffing clothes into it. “Gonna stay at home a coupla days. Maybe longer.”
"Why?" Mickey risks, his voice hoarse.
Ian’s head snaps up, his eyes glaring dagger through Mickey’s skull. “Why? Is that really what you’re gonna say to me? You don’t know why? How about because you basically fucking demanded I quit my job because you think I’m gonna sleep with every guy who waves a dollar in my face?”
Mickey swallows, takes a step closer. “I’m sorry,” he offers.
Ian just looks at him a moment before scoffing and going back to his packing.
"Look, I really am," Mickey starts. "I was outta line. I don’t really think you’d—"
"You don’t? You don’t?!" Ian cries, coming around the bed to get in Mickey’s face. "I know that, you asswipe. What I can’t figure out is why the fuck you always say shit you don’t mean. So why is that, huh, Mick? Why?"
Mickey takes a step back. “I don’t know.”
"You don’t—" Ian cuts himself off. "Fuck it," he says, turning to zip his bad and sling it over his shoulder. "Move."
Mickey squares his shoulders, hooks his hands over his hips and shakes his head. “No. If you want to leave, you’re gonna have to kick my ass first.”
Ian snorts. “Well, we all know I could.”
"Yeah. I know."
Ian face softens slightly and he rolls his eyes to the ceiling. “I’m listening,” he says with a sigh. He fixes Mickey with an expectant look.
Mickey braces his hands on Ian’s biceps. “I am sorry,” he says. “‘M sorry for the fucked up shit I said this time, and all the shit I’ve said before, and all the shit I’m bound to say in the future. I just get so fuckin’ mad and..and hurt. And I don’t know how to say that unless I’m being cruel. So I’m sorry. I’m trying. It doesn’t look I am, but I swear I am.” He drops his hands then, looks up at Ian helplessly. “I love you.”
Ian sighs again and he feels his anger crumbling with it. “I love you too.” He drops the duffel to the floor and wraps his hand around Mickey’s next to haul him in for a kiss. It gets heated fast, with Ian pushing Mickey’s pants down past his ass and Mickey whingeing in the back of his throat when Ian brushes a finger against his hole.
They’re interrupted by a pounding on the door. “No fucking!” Svetlana yells. “You traumatize baby.”
5x04 | 9x18
↳There’s something different about you.
It doesn’t matter what timeline or universe, whether he’s human or angel, or even stoned out of his freaking mind…Cas knows Dean.
most days I really can’t handle Darren Criss and his knowledge and goofiness and niceness and hotness
daieastreet asked: “How do you normally go about your song writing process? do you focus more on lyrics and match the music to it or do you compose the instrumental part first, or both?”
OVERVIEW: Glee - 05 - Old Dog, New Tricks (06-May-2014 (T))
AIR DATE: 06-May-2014 (T)
RUNNING TIME: 60 Minutes
CONCEPT: Santana helps Rachel do damage control for her flagging public image; Kurt tries to help a home for retired Broadway performers with their production of Peter Pan; to prove he is responsible, Sam adopts a dog - despite Mercedes’ objections.
iamraven asked: “StarKid Potter!! Okay, I’m done. So what’s next for you, after Glee?”