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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!

Semi-NSFW meme — send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a ficlet about one


  1. … grinding up against the other
  2. … moaning the other’s name
  3. … stripping off
  4. … sexting
  5. … giving the other a strip tease
  6. … giving a lap dance
  7. … being drenched whilst wearing white
  8. … leaping into the other’s arms
  9. … confessing a fetish
  10. … pinning the other against a wall
  11. … trying to turn the other on
  12. … successfully turning the other on
  13. … turning the other off
  14. … tying up the other
  15. … spanking the other
  16. … having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
  17. … having a “friend” over and the other accidentally interrupting
  18. … flashing the other
  19. having a wet dream and calling the other’s name during it
  20. … bending over seductively to pick something up for the other
  21. … leaving hickeys on the other’s neck
  22. … trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
  23. … trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner

Easter sunday drabbles anyone? 

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Anonymous asked:
Burt finds out about Kurt's tattoo and piercing.


LOL okay.


Burt called the next morning. Kurt barely slept the night before, because after the novelty wore off the swelling settled in. His tongue felt like a foreign object in his mouth, and the ball of the barbell scraped lightly against the roof of his mouth every time his jaw clenched tight as he slept. Even if he hadn’t been given caution about what he could eat he wouldn’t feel much like doing it anyway. He couldn’t even use a straw. He settled in to make an extra-liquidy smoothie with some extra protein powder just as the phone rang.

"Ulloh?" Kurt said, shocked and appalled by the sound of his own voice around his monstrous tongue. "Dah?"

"What’s going on, are you sick?" Burt said. "Or are you talking to me while you’re brushing your teeth again, Kurt, I told you last time—"

"No, no, not bwushing," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, because there was something he hadn’t yet considered—brushing his teeth. "No, not thick."

"Then what it is, you get one of those tongue piercings?" Burt said, before laughing like he did when he found something he said himself especially funny. Kurt stayed silent. "Come on kid, you’re supposed to be laughing with me here."

"I haf to go," Kurt said, hanging up the phone. He wasn’t sure why—it wasn’t like his dad could do anything to him. Or would even care. Kurt hoped he wouldn’t care. 

Kurt was attempting to slurp smoothie by spoonful minutes later when his phone began to buzz with text messages.

Blaine: Your dad called me.

Blaine: He asked me to tell him you hadn’t done something stupid like get a tongue piercing.

Blaine: I couldn’t tell him that because you HAD gotten a tongue piercing, so I asked if I could tell him something else instead.

Blaine: So he said, Well at least it’s removable. It’s not like he got a stupid misspelled tattoo or anything.


Blaine: I asked him about the game last night instead but there wasn’t a game last night Kurt

Blaine: I am the worst liar ever I am so sorry we will never be maniacal archvillains together

Kurt sighed, lowering his head to his hands. He was gonna have to call his dad back. 

Right after he ate fifteen ice cubes.

tagged: klaine  so cute!  fic rec  
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#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie

My favorite part is how Phil’s not even slightly concerned. Not even a tiny bit tense. He’s just bopping there, waiting until she’s done. The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.

The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.

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Kurtbastian anybody?

tagged: kurtbastian  I see it  
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The Flash TV Promo © Sahin Düzgün


tagged: the flash  spoilers  aaaaah  
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Klaine story in drawing


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Clockwork Sparrow

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 prompted Kurt and Blaine going to watch one of Sebastian’s lacrosse matches.
One-shot from the ‘Pull the Blindfold down’ universe.
Warnings for D/s bondage and minor lacrosse related injuries.

“Excuse me, sorry, sorry, could we just-” Kurt and Blaine shuffled awkwardly down the bleacher, apologising as they crab-walked along the row until they reached the two empty spaces unhelpfully situated right in the middle of the bench. Kurt stared down despondently at the slick white plastic, the sheen of the morning’s fog still sticking to its surface. Why, why did watching sports always have to be like this?

“This is why you wore those jeans rather than the red chinos, remember.” Blaine commented softly, nudging his side with his elbow and grinning up at his boyfriend. Kurt gave a small chuckle, slipping an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him in for a quick hug before they both turned and sat (Kurt still perching gingerly on the edge of the bench). Yes he had picked out his five year old, intentionally distressed jeans for a reason this morning, but that still didn’t mean he liked treating any of his clothes to such blatant disrespect. The things he did for his boyfriends.


Sebastian paced up and down the living room, his lacrosse stick swishing left, right, left, right and the ball in it’s net thump, thump, thumping as he hooked it back and forth in front of his chest, speed increasing with each agitated step. Kurt sighed and paused the movie the three of them were supposed to be watching, Blaine curled up close into his side. “Sebastian, honey, why don’t you come back and join us?”

Sebastian twisted back towards his boyfriends looking confused, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was doing. “Oh, no, no I’m okay. I just want to get a bit more practice in before tomorrow’s game.” Kurt could see the tension creasing his forehead, little worry lines spiralling out from the corners of his eyes. Placing a quick peck on Blaine’s forehead he stood up, rolling his shoulders to ease the knots caused by Blaine using him as a pillow for the last forty five minutes. With three long strides he was across the room, hands coming up to gently grab hold of Sebastian’s lacrosse stick, looking his boyfriend in the eye as he said, very firmly. “You’ve practiced enough, you’re ready for tomorrow. It’s time for you to wind down.”

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