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I'm sparrow, a 20-something year old from the UK - Hi!


I'm mostly in the Glee fandom but I'm always keen to branch out!


OTP(s): LoVe, Kurtbastian

Other Ships: Klaine, Johnlock


Oh I'm also a massive computer geek so that sort of stuff might slip in here now and again, sorry about that!

Song: No Scrub/Angels Cover
Artist: Bastille
Album: Sun Biz session

rolecall:

Bastille cover TLC’s ‘No Scrub’ and the XX’s ‘Angels’ and turn the two songs into one heart-melting bundle of musical joy. Oyvei.

You know when you hear a song and then afterwards you’re left just sitting there going “well…fuck”

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Anonymous asked:
Prompt: Loki finds out about Blaine

somanyadjectives:

I feel like this one was supposed to be so much darker but I’m ill and it’s Christmas time so I made Loki not dark at all because Blaine really isn’t that bothered and I have a soft spot for Loki  but yeah thank you for prompting yay!

Warning for a very, very brief mention of a gay-bashing.

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“Excuse me?”

Loki turned on his heel and stared curiously at the man- well, the boy, before him, “Yes?”

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Anonymous asked:
Can you write a Blaine Anderson Stark fic where Blaine comes home super beat up and tries to go up to his room but Tony keeps asking what happened and Blaine doesnt want to talk about it for some reason, up to you. bonus points for including the avengers

somanyadjectives:

I tried following the prompt to the letter but I wrote two separate drafts with Tony featuring heavily and they were both terrible so I’ve ended up with Clint being the one the one who catches beaten-up-Blaine (Because I adore Clint Barton) and Tony features a bit at the end.

This prompt is four months old I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting, I hope you like this :)

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All Blaine wanted was to make it upstairs to his room without being stopped by his dad. Preferably, he’d like to make it upstairs without being stopped by Pepper or Bruce or any of the rest of them as well, but if his dad saw the bruises then it was all over.

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cafiffle:

ennish:

deneuveing:

lyrafay:

ask-queen-mikasa:

homosexual-titan:

THIS VIDEO WAS SO SATISFYING

This gives me life

How music changed from 2000-2013. 

i feel so fucking old right now…

Anyone else notice how more songs were in a minor key at the beginning of the video?

this made me feel really good and really human (except for the last couple songs)

also I’m going to marry alicia keys and you can’t stop me

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Anonymous asked:
Will you write more for the pull the blindfold down 'verse? B/c I have lots of ideas

Hi Anon!

I don’t think I’ll ever be finished with the PTBD ‘verse, it’s my baby and I definitely think there are more stories to tell for it. That being said, my priority at the moment is Stray From What You Are, which is currently taking up all of my available writing time (and then some), so I’m afraid I can’t really say for definite when I’ll next be writing for PTBD.

If you have ideas though I’d love to hear them! Maybe if I can work them into short enough drabbles I might be able to get something out in between Stray chapters….maybe

I’m also ALWAYS happy to chat head-canons with anyone who’s interested, just putting that one out there!

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sebastian + tumblr: part 2

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randomfandemonium:

jeremyloverobsessedmoi:

nuwanda13:

irefusetobedefined:

ddowney:

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

I will never, ever, not reblog this. 

*huggles RDJ*  Anyone on here who loves him, someone posted an amazing story about him when he was younger.  I wish knew where the link was so I could share it.  Instead, it’s just cut and pasted below.  If I find the link, I’ll replace it with that.

I will also say that I have read this several times now and it still makes me  cry.

“True story: His Name is Robert Downey Jr.” by Dana Reinhardt

I’m willing to go out on a limb here and guess that most stories of kindness do not begin with drug addicted celebrity bad boys.

    Mine does.

    His name is Robert Downey Jr.

    You’ve probably heard of him. You may or may not be a fan, but I am, and I was in the early 90’s when this story takes place.

    It was at a garden party for the ACLU of Southern California. My stepmother was the executive director, which is why I was in attendance without having to pay the $150 fee. It’s not that I don’t support the ACLU, it’s that I was barely twenty and had no money to speak of.

    I was escorting my grandmother. There isn’t enough room in this essay to explain to you everything she was, I would need volumes, so for the sake of brevity I will tell you that she was beautiful even in her eighties, vain as the day is long, and whip smart, though her particular sort of intelligence did not encompass recognizing young celebrities.

    I pointed out Robert Downey Jr. to her when he arrived, in a gorgeous cream-colored linen suit, with Sarah Jessica Parker on his arm. My grandmother shrugged, far more interested in piling her paper plate with various unidentifiable cheeses cut into cubes. He wasn’t Carey Grant or Gregory Peck. What did she care?

    The afternoon’s main honoree was Ron Kovic, whose story of his time in the Vietnam War that had left him confined to a wheelchair had recently been immortalized in the Oliver Stone film Born on the Fourth of July.

    I mention the wheelchair because it played an unwitting role in what happened next.

    We made our way to our folding chairs in the garden with our paper plates and cubed cheeses and we watched my stepmother give one of her eloquent speeches and a plea for donations, and there must have been a few other people who spoke but I can’t remember who, and then Ron Kovic took the podium, and he was mesmerizing, and when it was all over we stood up to leave, and my grandmother tripped.

    We’d been sitting in the front row (nepotism has its privileges) and when she tripped she fell smack into the wheelchair ramp that provided Ron Kovic with access to the stage. I didn’t know that wheelchair ramps have sharp edges, but they do, at least this one did, and it sliced her shin right open.

    The volume of blood was staggering.

    I’d like to be able to tell you that I raced into action; that I quickly took control of the situation, tending to my grandmother and calling for the ambulance that was so obviously needed, but I didn’t. I sat down and put my head between my knees because I thought I was going to faint. Did I mention the blood?

    Luckily, somebody did take control of the situation, and that person was Robert Downey Jr.

    He ordered someone to call an ambulance. Another to bring a glass of water. Another to fetch a blanket. He took off his gorgeous linen jacket and he rolled up his sleeves and he grabbed hold of my grandmother’s leg, and then he took that jacket that I’d assumed he’d taken off only to it keep out of the way, and he tied it around her wound. I watched the cream colored linen turn scarlet with her blood.

    He told her not to worry. He told her it would be alright. He knew, instinctively, how to speak to her, how to distract her, how to play to her vanity. He held onto her calf and he whistled. He told her how stunning her legs were.

    She said to him, to my humiliation: “My granddaughter tells me you’re a famous actor but I’ve never heard of you.”

    He stayed with her until the ambulance came and then he walked alongside the stretcher holding her hand and telling her she was breaking his heart by leaving the party so early, just as they were getting to know each other. He waved to her as they closed the doors. “Don’t forget to call me, Silvia,” he said. “We’ll do lunch.”

    He was a movie star, after all.

    Believe it or not, I hurried into the ambulance without saying a word. I was too embarrassed and too shy to thank him.

    We all have things we wish we’d said. Moments we’d like to return to and do differently. Rarely do we get that chance to make up for those times that words failed us. But I did. Many years later.

    I should mention here that when Robert Downey Jr. was in prison for being a drug addict (which strikes me as absurd and cruel, but that’s the topic for a different essay), I thought of writing to him. Of reminding him of that day when he was humanity personified. When he was the best of what we each can be. When he was the kindest of strangers.

    But I didn’t.

    Some fifteen years after that garden party, ten years after my grandmother had died and five since he’d been released from prison, I saw him in a restaurant.

    I grew up in Los Angeles where celebrity sightings are commonplace and where I was raised to respect people’s privacy and never bother someone while they’re out having a meal, but on this day I decided to abandon the code of the native Angeleno, and my own shyness, and I approached his table.

    I said to him, “I don’t have any idea if you remember this…” and I told him the story.

    He remembered.

    “I just wanted to thank you,” I said. “And I wanted to tell you that it was simply the kindest act I’ve ever witnessed.”

    He stood up and he took both of my hands in his and he looked into my eyes and he said, “You have absolutely no idea how much I needed to hear that today.”

OH MY GOD………………………..

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I love seeing this on my dashboard

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britain-land-of-hope-and-glory:

Some Very British Problems (x

Yup, done every single one of these…

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The other day I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a train. I also have a long, lanky body and am always at risk of kicking the camera over. —Grant Gustin on The Flash being more demanding than Glee  (via grantgustinnews)
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