#Delir 2

[florafound]

Got about a small hour nap - did i seize during this nap - possibly. The world may never know.

[faithful-voices]

i think they shoulkd give me a lobotomy or a dab pen

[souvlakicocaine]

3 albums I’m listening 2 lately

Belladonna of Sadness - Alexandra Savior

Art Angels - Grimes

(III) - Crystal Castles

Tagged by @wuorno :)))

Tagging @rapecorpse @necroslave @themist4ke @sewercentipede @magnoliamyrrh @manie-sans-delire-x @skinlesion @xoivy @raqhaelia @thankfulmemzer @glikozi @livechovsky @roastie @redraspberryrave

+ any1 else who wants 2 do it!!!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Psst, @a-whispering-echo ! Heard you were looking for some Bad Sanses fics! Hopefully you haven't read these ones before!

Bleh by artsycloudysleepy (General Audiences, Complete)

Cross is ill and delirous. The Bad Sanses are a close-knit found family. I am not good at naming things. (Too scared to upload an old fic, and I have massive writer's block, so took a short snippet of an old one which I liked. This is not the full fic, but doesn't need much (or any) context.)

A Sinking Feeling by Nestle25 (Not Rated, Complete)

Dust has a sinking feeling in his stomach, maybe Nightmare should stay home for the day? But will he? Of course not.

The Jealous Type by DazzlingKomodo (General Audiences, Complete)

Dust and the gang all appreciated the times Horror cooked, all but Dust’s dead brother, Papyrus, who used to make his brother dinner, but now just wants to make things worse and get under Dust’s non-existent skin. Some days it was easy to ignore his voice, others, not so much. Fortunately for the phantom, control wasn’t in Dust’s favor.

The end of a Nightmare by GlitchedSouls (General Audiences, Complete)

He used to brag he was immortal, he was anything and everything perfect. Nothing could hurt him or his gang. what’s a gang to do without a leader?

Sanguine by Ghosts_Multiversal_Mindsoup (Teen And Up, Complete)

San·guine /ˈsaNGɡwən/ (Adjective) 1. optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation. (Noun) 2. a blood-red color. _________ Or: 5 times someone in Nightmare's Gang got hurt, and 1 time Nightmare did instead.

Nightmare´s Gang by Kaz_MJ (Teen And Up, Complete)

Nightmare´s gang was a group most monsters had heard about and feared. Everyone knew not to mess with them, nor coming too close to them. But how did they meet? This story is about how Nightmare started his gang and added his four most loyal members; Killer, Horror, Dust and Cross. First up is Killer.

Building your own Emotional Intelligence Toolkit with Blue by Hstaya (Teen And Up, Complete)

Having discovered Dream was emotionally manipulating him with his aura, Blue leaves the Stars and bunkers down with Nightmare and the gang. Featuring Dream not knowing anything, Nightmare knowing everything but pretending his empathy is just him feeling territorial, touch starvation and Blue singlehandedly trying to solve everyone's problems, to varying degrees of success.

We All Pretend To Be the Heroes on the Good Side (But What If We're the Villains on the Other?) by Ghosts_Multiversal_Mindsoup (Teen And Up, Complete)

Died, last night in my dreams, Walking the streets, of some old ghost town Time was thrown at the wind And now I'm searching for trust, In a city of rust A city of vampires The war hammer felt unnaturally heavy in his hands. Still, he held it up and prepared for battle. Though... he couldn't ease the weight in his SOUL. ___ Blue is sick of Ink and Dream running around without considering that he isn't basically immortal (or actually immortal, in Ink's case). Blue can't keep up with them, he just can't. So he tries his luck with Nightmare's Gang.

Without Together by yastaghr (Teen And Up, Complete)

Ink gets his hands on the soul of the AU where Nightmare's castle is. The gang is flung back to their worlds, their own code RESET but their memories and worlds not. Each of them fails to cope with this until they are rescued. Nightmare has the worst time of all of them.

Reckoning by The_Obnoxious_Writer (Teen And Up, Complete)

The three of them were sinners, killed innocents with the excuse of boredom, desperation, or hunger. And sinners deserved to be punished, deserved whatever agony that befell them. But… not all three of them exactly felt the same. Or; Dust thinks he needs to be punished for what he did in his AU, and if Horror was the one to do it.. who was he to stop him?

[bongjuce]

scent pt 2

fic by bongjuce

prt 1 https://www.tumblr.com/bongjuce/717123192332976128/scent

notes from author aka me<3 last part of this fic id read part 1 if u haven't or else this is confusing 🧍🏽anyways hope you guys enjoyed , i need to go pray or something now from writing this, if you have any notes feel free to message me🫶🏽

warnings⚠️sweaty smelly girls, smell kink, scissoring??,readers a perv, mentions on tummy and reader having squishy thighs

enjoy🫶🏽

continued from part 1

" what do you need from me baby hm tell me" her hands sliding down your tummy to above your cunt aching for her touch" uhmmh" trying not to let your brain get to foggy to fast, you tug at her clothes" off pls abby" " want you close please touch me" thats all she needs before stripping with speed not wanting to keep you waiting any longer manhandling you a bit to lay down for her"okay okay baby ill help you so needy huh" she says giving you a few hard taps on your clit"so worked up for me, my smell do that much for you?" panting she says not actually expecting an answer. you whine a bit brain fuzzy, she lays down between you your legs wrapping around her hips coming up to your face to finally kiss you. moaning into her mouth as she sloppily kisses you not caring how messy shes doing it sucking your bottom lip a little before pulling away spit connecting you eyes hazy she says"sit up for me baby"she says after making quick work of removing your panties sticky with your slick, squishing your thighs a bit with her strong hands before taking your spot on the bed and laying down" cmere" she says waving you over onto her lap moving her leg so one is balanced under your pussy her other behind your other knee, she maneuvers you a bit so your pussys are hovering above each other a bit before bringing you down slowly to connect your cunts sticky from you rubbing your self on her pillow and her from just seeing you so worked up for her, only her. both of you letting out sounds from finally connecting.you so needy from your paused orgasm start grinding down like when you were humping her pillow abby softly guiding your hips with her hands but wanting to watch you use her to get off" yea baby just like that mmh fuck my pretty girl so desperate for me" you hum in your own world a little, you lean down to her neck inhaling her smell deeply moaning a bit when u do, hips bucking, then you lick her neck where sweat was dripping surprising abby a bit making her let out a moan into a groan realizing what you where doing, licking and kissing to her collarbones sucking a bit as you reach the slight fat from her titties humming as you do it" l-love your titties so much abs"you groan going to her nipples giving them some attention sucking hard and popping them out repeatedly till they looked puffy,abby was guiding your hips a bit harder getting worked up from your touches.

her hard puffy clit rubbing on yours so deliciously and sweet"god baby mm got me so worked up" panting a bit"think you can cum like this huh baby tell me pls" gripping your hips squeezing the fat on your ass where her fingers could reach firmly moving her hips up into yours"yes ye-ss abby so fuckin close for you" you say tearing up a bit from how good she was making you feel, putting your face into her armpit a bit so you could smell her just a bit more scent taking over your senses panting into her as she took over humping up into you hard and rough close to her own build up" cum for me baby cum"bearing her teeth while groaning at how close she was"soak me with your pretty juices baby ugh want it on me please cum cum"she says voice scratchy and commanding in your ear. suddenly it hits you shooting up a bit pleasure taking over making your shake and lose your vision.gutteral groan spilling out of you followed by tears streaming down your face finally reaching your peak. abby not far behind coming over the edge hearing you not holding back reaching your release, hands pulling you into her hard riding out her orgasm strings of curses and whimpers leaving her as you guys keep slowly grinding a bit keeping simulation till you whine to sensitive to continue.collapsing into her neck, lips and nose pressed there just nuzzling her trying to come down,feeling fuzzy still. abby glances at you smiling with a small giggle she loves you like this soft and brain in the clouds. rubbing your back wiping hair out of your face kissing your tear stained cheeks and forehead a bit, "mmhm you with me baby" mouth pressed to your forehead. kinda just humming to yourself looking up at her with slightly lidded eyes nodding she chuckles and sits up much to your dismay, but picks you up and starts off to the bathroom"come on baby cant stay stinky forever as much as you want me too" pecking you as she takes you to start a bath.

THE END

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Here's a bingo card full of great Klaine fics:

Debut: Days by AllyThePotato

Page Turner: Come Alive by delires

Need Tissues: Stick Season by Blurglesmurfklaine

Unusual Occupation: Witch Wanted by RockItMan

Wild Card: Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup

Summer: Swing, Swing by quizasvivamos

Challenge: Ebb and Flow by maanorchidee

Laugh: these inconvenient fireworks by redheadgleek

Trope I don't normally read: Out of Eden (and the whole 'verse) by wowbright

Thanks for your Bingo card! HERE is the collection (125 fics and counting!) and here is the info for the 2023 Klaine Bingo! ~Lynne

1) Days by AllyThePotato

Blaine lives in San Fransisco, Kurt lives in Lima. They've never met in person, but befriend one another and talk over the phone. They make plans to live in NYC together, but will everything go as planned?

2) Come Alive by delires

1960s NYC: Newly-wed junior advertising exec Blaine Anderson finds a missing piece to his puzzle in the back room of a Manhattan bar. Mad Men era AU.

3) Stick Season by @blurglesmurfklaine

After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.

4) Witch Wanted by @rockitmans

Blaine is cursed to not touch anyone, Kurt is the grumpy neighborhood witch. They each have something the other other needs (the thing is love)

5) Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup

Kurt and Adam are married with a seven-year-old daughter, Ellie. "Happily married" is another question. Ellie takes piano lessons from none other than Blaine Anderson, who also happens to be a good friend of Kurt's since college. What happens to them when Adam goes to England to star in a West End musical, leaving Kurt and Ellie in New York? What happens when Blaine becomes a more frequently-seen figure in Kurt and Ellie's lives due to Ellie's piano schedule?

6) Swing Swing by quizasvivamos

The Skanks, Kurt and Quinn, are a thing. Blaine, a bit of a bad boy, is dating that goth girl, Tina. The four best friends are fully immersed in the Emo/Scene subculture, the kids everyone at school calls emo or just plain freaks. As close-knit as a friend group can get, the couples share a lot in common: their love of choir and band, tastes in music and art, partying, going to shows and concerts, getting wasted, and—oh, yeah—each other's partners. They swap sometimes. Because it's cool, and it's hot. Besides, it's just for fun. Then, in the summer before their senior year, they take a life-altering road trip to Cleveland for Warped Tour 2005.

7) Ebb & Flow by maanorchidee

Blaine Anderson is yet another anonymous New Yorker who's trying to get a job in the entertainment industry. His days are filled with auditions, bleak subway rides, piano lessons, and complaining about his annoying next-door-neighbour. But Blaine has a secret that he cannot share with his other friends: he dreams of playing competitive Splatoon 2. He already has a hard time justifying this music degree, so he doesn't need to add an interest in eSports to that. That's why the only person who knows about this, is yet another stranger on the internet named Kurt. The two met in an LGBT Splatoon 2 Discord and became fast friends. Little do they know that they also know each other offline.

8) These Inconvenient Fireworks by redheadgleek

After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.

9) Out of Eden by @wowbright

As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt's best-laid plans fall apart.

[ch3rrycat-420]

@azirafae tagged me in this back in October and I just saw it because I stopped using tumblr for a hot minute lmao sorry

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of  music they listen to. put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs

1. rgb money (bbno$)

2. Verbatim (Mother Mother)

3. Point / Counterpoint (Streetlight Manifesto)

4. Dumpster (Penelope Scott)

5. Turn it Up (Oliver Tree ft. Tommy Cash)

6. Chelsea Dagger (The Fratellis)

7. girlfriend (hemlocke springs)

8. Trigger of Love (JAWNY)

9. Maggot (Slutever)

10. Self Care (Penelope Scott)

Also, even though no one asked, my Spotify wrapped

Anyways I wanna see what's on my mutuals playlists so I'm tagging @themling @manie-sans-delire-x @wabbafluga @blacktailedfawn on the off chance y'all feel like doing one of these

[basilepessoart]

Bogeria Total...

Sílvia,

Aquí veus bé que hi ha una persona que t'aplaudeix sobre tot un parlament, per un tema de aigua per las piscines de las presons. Es dir que un cop mes, veiem que no és un problema de "males espanyoles" contra "bons catalans" però un problema de bogeria general. I només sobre immigració però qualsevol paraula que pot "far pensar" que hi ha crim i delinqüència en la immigració. Basile Pesso, Land of Somewhere, 25 de juliol de 2 024 Curt extracte de intervenció de Sílvia Orriols al Parlament de Barcelona amb temptativa de interrupció per el President del Parlament Josep Rull

P.S : sobre el tema dels tabús, veure per eixample aquest text francès meu, "T Comme Tabou..." de abril de 2 021. Estem típicament davant a la "extensió del domini del tabú", de manera delirant, però amb les aparences de la raon, perquè expressat de manera freda i amb tot un consorci de poder i repressió darrere. Jo havia acompanyat, com varies cops des de anys i anys, el text del extracte de tortura del gran film de Costa-Gavras I Comme Icare (1 979, amb Yves Montand) sobre la obediència dèbil a ordres delirants, en aquesta ocurrència de torturar innocents.

[werepuppycreations]

Full Illustration for Delir Decid.

Delir gets 2 variations of the controller, plus background & character only transparents.

Always happy to split up illustrations for clients if they want them for Stream use!

[forthegamer]

L'Âge de glace 2 un bon delire de glace si vous avez chaud

[manie-sans-delire-x]

In this ask (https://www.tumblr.com/manie-sans-delire-x/748816249044238336/when-theres-so-much-suffering-have-you-ever?source=share).

You said, I think you have to be a bit of a sadist to survive in this world, or at least I do.

Could you please explain what did you mean by this?

Also, MCMI Test done. Results will probably come in 1-2 sessions.

Oh whoops, I meant a masochist. Just that life is constant suffering, so it seems to me that a person needs to develop a taste for pain in order to live and function in this world. Sometimes theres a sick sense of delight or satisfaction to be found in the deepest misery. Its an acquired taste.

Nice! I'll look forward to hear what it says.

[headlinerportugal]

[Exclusivo para Portugal] Trio MДQUIИД. foi um dos grandes destaques do segundo dia do Fuzz Club Festival | Reportagem Fotográfica

João dos MДQUIИД no meio do público | mais fotos clicar aqui A Fuzz Club Records, sediada em Londres em Inglaterra, é uma reconhecida editora discográfica independente estabelecida em 2012. Uma das mais relevantes do planeta e que habituou-nos a dar-nos o melhor do space rock, noise pop, shoegaze, entre outros géneros deveras alternativos. Aproveitando algumas das bandas que representa, decidiram relançar o seu festival regressando aos Países Baixos.

Durante o passado fim-de-semana: sexta-feira e sábado, respetivamente 3 e 4 de maio, fizeram acontecer o Fuzz Club Festival em Eindhoven na sala de espetáculos Effenaar, uma das principais daquele país bem como da Europa Central.

Halison dos MДQUIИД na bateria | mais fotos clicar aqui João Machado, membro da equipa, agora radicado nos Países Baixos representou o headLiner no segundo dia do evento. Além dos portugueses MДQUIИД. atuaram no total quase 30 projetos em ambos os dias.

Neste segundo dia ficou marcado pela presença muito público francês num evento no qual fãs dos géneros musicais já referidos compareceram em peso bem como pessoas que reconhecem a importância do trabalho da Fuzz Club Records.

Um dos mais excitantes projetos em toda a Europa são os MДQUIИД.. Este trio lisboeta composto por Tomás, João e Halison “usa grooves hipnóticos com texturas industriais para reproduzir sonoramente as complexidades e o tumulto inerentes à era contemporânea, o som do grupo parece destinado a ser ouvido em climas muito distantes do seu. É abrangente, potente e perfeito para festivais e clubes cheios de suor”. Uma descrição perfeita formulada pela britânica Magazine Far Out e que acerta em cheio.

Tomás dos MДQUIИД no baixo | mais fotos clicar aqui De toda a jornada deste segundo dia os MДQUIИД foram dos mais aplaudidos pelo público que delirou com a sua atuação. Outro dos destaques do 2º dia do evento foram os Madmadmad. A banda oriunda de Londres é representada em Portugal pela gig.ROCKS! o que já lhes valeu atuações bem significativas no nosso país em eventos tão relevantes como foram o Vodafone Paredes de Coura e Courage Club em Guimarães no decurso de 2023. Em 2021 contam também com outras atuações em Portugal.

Este trio londrino é bem artístico conhecido pelo seu estilo de fusão de punk, hip-hop e de música electrónica sendo simplesmente instrumental. Um som bastante irreverente, diga-se.

Benjamin Bouton dos MADMADMAD | mais fotos clicar aqui Os três músicos que compõem estes Madmadmad são Benjamin Bouton (guitarra, sintetizadores, percussão e FX) Kevin Toublant (baixo elétrico, Moog e FX) e Matt Kelly (bateria e percussão).

Este foi o alinhamento do festival nos dois dias, a negrito estão destacadas as bandas que tocaram no segundo dia, aquele no qual estivemos representados e do qual pudemos realizar reportagem fotográfica:

Spiritualized / Gilla Band / Night Beats / Föllakzoid / Frankie And The Witch Fingers / The Men / Crows / Elephant Stone / The Psychotic Monks / The Underground Youth / Al Lover / MELTS / DAIISTAR / The Black Delta Movement / Upupayãma / The Third Sound / Helicon / Throw Down Bones / Golden Hours / Flying Moon In Space / The Gluts / Radar Men From The Moon / MAQUINA. / MADMADMAD / Verstärker / Butch Kassidy / YOBS / Ashinoa.

Na nossa reportagem fotográfica temos registos dos concertos de: Upupayama + Verstarker + DAIISTAR + Helicon + The Psychotic Monks + Melts + Spiritualized + Throw Down Bones + Follakzoid + MAQUINA + MADMADMAD.

Esta é a ordem de aparição em palco por estes projetos cujo primeiro concerto teve lugar após as 15:15h com os Upupayãma, hora dos Países Baixos. Já a última atuação arrancou às 2:15h e foi proporcionada pelos Al Lover. A sala Effenaar proporcionou dois palcos pelo que os concertos puderam decorrer em horários consecutivos.

Reportagem fotográfica completa: Clicar Aqui

Kevin Toublant dos MADMADMAD | mais fotos clicar aqui Texto: Edgar Silva com apoio de João Machado Fotografia: João Machado

[alexisgeorge24]

8 août:

Départ la veille au soir, en bus, depuis Paris pour Copenhague où j'y resterai 3 jours (2 nuits) avant de continuer vers Oslo. Arrivé au hostel à 7am, on m'informe que le check-in n'est pas avant 15h00 mais que je peux déposer mon gros sac dans un casier en attendant, moyennant 8eur (merci). Étant donné le mode "radin" activé, je décide de me balader dans la ville avec mon sac, en total indiscrétion. Il fait gris, pas froid mais c'est tout de même un choc depuis les balkans. La ville est magnifique, colorées, accueillante et on s'y promène avec plaisir. Je salue la petite sirène et à 15h00 je rentre pour une sieste. Au réveil je visite le quartier de Christiania, sorte de ZAD instaurée dans les années 70' par des hippies et que le gouvernement leur a cédé. Les projets artistiques et d'organisation social lui donne à la fois un air glauque et bouddhiste. J'y bois une bonne bière locale devant une baston qui éclate devant moi. J'aimerai bien participer à l'ambiance qui y règne mais j'ai peur de ne pas avoir les codes. Du coup je rentre dodo.

9 août:

Il fait moche et donc c'est journée musée. Je commence avec le château royal (publique aujourd'hui) de Rosenborg. L'intérieur est richement décoré et au sous sol on y voit le trésor royal dont la couronne du rois. Je continue avec la Collection Hirschsprung et le Statens Museum for Kunst, où je passe 4 heures devant des tableaux allant du médiéval à nos jours. Je passe du "bof" au "wow" au "hein?". Sieste puis ballade à pied dans le quartier Nørrebro incluant un passage de nuit dans un parc-cimetière.

10 août:

Il fait toujours moche et tant mieux car je n'ai pas eu le temps de faire le musée national sur l'histoire du pays. La scénographie et le contenu exposé sont incroyables, ça doit être le musée d'histoire le plus intéressant que je visite avec celui de Mexico. Je fais aussi un musée sur les progrès sociaux depuis l'air industrielle, très sympas aussi. Je me demande qu'est ce qu'on dira dans 80 ans des "combats" qu'on mène aujourd'hui. Sieste et ravitaillement dans ce pays scandinave aux prix très raisonnables avant de prendre un bus de nuit vers un autre pays scandinave aux prix delirants.

11 août:

Arrivé à 6h30 à Oslo, j'enchaîne avec un autre de bus de 5h vers le parc Jotunheimen. Arrivé à destination j'entame direct une mini rando mais juste le temps de trouver un joli bivouac. Je pose donc ma tente sur une terrasse avec vue le lac Gjende, dont l'eau des glaciers est bleu émeraude et dont je ferais le tour en 3 jours pour le voir sous tous ses angles.

Bilan: 2km, 350m d+

12 août:

C'est parti pour une des rando les plus connu du pays. D'habitude je me serai lever 30min avant le lever du soleil (5h00) pour être sûr d'être seul et pour avoir plus de chance de voir des animaux, mais ce matin il fait moche. Départ retardé à 9h30 (presque l'heure du déjeuner quoi). Bref, spectacle magnifique avec le lac Bessvatnet en terrasse qui surplombe le Gjende. Je ferai le 1/2 tour du 1er en allant au sommet qui domine la région puis bivouac au bord du Bessvatnet.

Bilan: 12km, 1400m d+ (passages délicats sur des rochers)

13 août:

Randonné jusqu'au côté opposé du lac depuis de mon point de départ, Gjendebu. Je croiserai une 10aine de rennes qui n'ont pas l'air d'avoir peur de moi alors qu'ils sont à 20m de moi. Panoramas splendides et descente casse gueule jusqu'au lac où les chaînes ne sont pas du luxe. Je précise que cette région est peuplée de glaciers qui pendant l'air glaciaire ont taillé les montagnes qui leur donnent aujourd'hui des formes de silex géant. Ajouté à cela des lacs, des glaciers, des rivières, des rennes, ça rend l'endroit féerique. Il ne manque que de belles cascades.

Ce soir j'apprendrai pourquoi il ne faut pas poser sa tente sur une zone inondable. Dès que je pose ma tente il se met à pleuvoir fort et je me rends compte que je suis dans une piscine qui se forme. La nuit j'aurai froid à cause du sol glacial qui aspire ma chaleur grâce à l'eau, et le matin je constaterai que le sol de ma tente est mouillé. Rien de grave mais heureusement que la nuit il n'a fait "que" 5°C; s'il avait fait 0 je n'aurai pas dormis de la nuit.

Bilan: 19km, 1200m d+

14 août:

Rando un peu hard au programme et j'appréhende, mais j'ai 2 plans B au cas où ça se passe mal. Je suis dans une zone où je ne croiserai aucun autre randonneur et je n'ai pas de signal, donc vigilance accrue.

La 1ere partie je longe une vallée parsemée de glaciers (comme partout ici en fait), puis je monte vers une 2e vallée (ça fera 3 vallée étagées que je j'enchaîne en 24h). Et là, soit je continue dans la vallée jusqu'à destination finale, soit je grimpe vers un sommet, et je longe une crête vers la même destination. C'est évidemment la 2e option qui est au programme mais je ne vois plus de balisage, la monté se fait hors piste dans des rochers, et je pense qu'il doit y avoir beaucoup de neige en haut. J'hésite puis je me décide à monter en attendant le 1er signe qui me dit que je dois faire demi tour. Celui-ci arrive 10min plus tard quand une pluie s'abat sur moi rendant la roche glissante, gachant le paysage et ... me mouillant (l'équipement est dans le sac, la pluie est venue vraiment rapidement). Je trouve refuge sous un rocher, où plutôt une crevasse, dont l'espace fait exactement mon volume (le sac est dehors avec sa bache). 20min plus tard il pleut moins et vite j'enfile pantalon, veste et gant imperméables. Une fois prêt, la pluie s'arrête et le soleil sort.......

Mais on moins c'est sans regret que je fais demi tour, même quand je verrai plus loin qu'il y a bien un balisage. Je continue donc dans la vallée qui m'offrent plein de belles photos et vidéos sur les glaciers et lacs. Chemin remplis d'obstacles: marécages, rochers, gué (je déchausserai 3 fois, dont une avec l'eau qui arrive à la mi-cuisse). Je pose la tente avec vue mon point de départ avec des reines qui me rendent visite.

Bilan: 17km, 500m d+

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Ok. .bc it came up recently in an ask of mine. Is there a Klaine/Jane Eyre crossover fic anywhere?

If not, could you recommend your favorite historical AU fics? Now I'm in a mood to read some!☺️

Hello! I've done searched for Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte and even Mr Rochester with Klaine, but nothing is coming up at all for those! Maybe you need to write it?! ~Jen

The historical trope is a big favorite of mine. There's quite a few in 1960's-1980's

Can’t take my eyes off you by @gleekto

1969 Klaine AU.

Blaine is a gay. He’s known for years and he’s not ashamed. He just wants to be sensible about it as it carries a lot of risks. So he chooses to study Arts at one of the best colleges in the country - Columbia - that makes his parents happy. And it also happens to have the first college sanctioned gay group in the country - the Student Homophile League - for people like him. And that makes him happy. He hopes. He just has to muster up the courage to actually go to one of the League meetings. Instead he wastes his time staring at that icy hippie in his music history class who doesn’t know he exists. He needs to stop pretending people are gay in his head and actually meet some real homosexuals.

Blaine coming of age in 1969. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

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Come Alive by delires

Newly-wed junior advertising exec Blaine Anderson finds a missing piece to his puzzle in the back room of a Manhattan bar. Mad Men era AU.

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To Be Myself by @wowbright

What if Kurt had been born 25 years earlier? A story about Gen X Kurt Hummel learning about love and, most importantly, learning to be himself, 1976-1985.

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Indiscretions by shandyall

As childhood best friends in the 40’s and secret high school sweethearts in the 50’s, Kurt and Blaine never would have guessed they’d both end up married to women in the 60’s. But even when the world they live in keeps them from walking hand in hand, there’s nothing they can’t face side by side.

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Gimme Shelter by Kurtswish

On a joyride out with friends, Blaine stumbles upon a man that would change his life forever. It is a time when changes are coming swiftly with Civil Rights laws and Vietnam on the forefront of everyone’s minds. Finding each other and romance should have been the hard part, but what will two young men endure in the time of free love and war. Story is complete.

And also, before those eras, two highly recommended by fandom:

Westerville Abbey by @hkvoyage

Blaine is the second son of the earl of Westerville, and is considered the spare heir. After his 18th birthday, he attends the London Season to fulfill his duty of finding a wife. He soon realizes he is more attracted to the new footman. Kurt, who has just arrived at Westerville Abbey to work alongside his father, becomes equally as smitten with the earl’s youngest son. Will Blaine and Kurt be able to overcome their class differences in 1910s England? Will their forbidden love survive WW1? A Downton Abbey inspired historical Klaine AU.

and also part 2 Life in the Big Apple

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Gilded Cage by canarian

In the winter of 1895, Blaine Anderson, the son of a wealthy doctor, and Kurt Hummel, the son of a middle class mechanic, cross paths at a luxury hotel in the quiet seaside town of St. Augustine, Florida. With everyone and everything working to keep them apart, can they find a way to be together?

and of course, this one:

Known as Cavemen klaine by IconicAnon

Kurt and Blaine are cavemen discovering buttsex for the first time

Enjoy!!!

[duhhhhimstypidyall-blog]

Spiraling (Vent/Brain Dump)

TW: mental breakdown, spiraling, ranting, ect.

 !PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD HEADSPACE!

The concept of time is really fucked when you are experiencing severe dissociation episodes. My entire life I’ve lacked a general awarness of time and don’t seem to have a reliable internal clock like some others. Everything I experience seems to be in polar extremes. Time either moves so painfully slow that it seems like a day will never end or so fast that it seems like I blink and a week has passed. It is even more complicated when it seems to have both characteristics simultaneously even though from a logical stand point it should not be possible. I’m assuming that is why it is so hard for me to comprehend. When I was a kid, all the super exciting things in life always sped by while undesireable experiences seemed to slow everything down. Now it has nothing to do with the surrounding circumstances. Each day I live makes less and less sense to me. The funny thing is every once and a while I will go a few weeks or maybe even a month without giving this whole ordeal a single thought, but it always creeps back in and its been getting alarmingly worse upon each return. Throw sleep deprivation, an eating disorder, and isolation into the mix and I am left with an ugly cocktail of a spiraling psychotic breakdown. One thing people always have to say to someone in a rough mental health patch is that you will get through this and move past it. Although I am not necesarily disagreeing with this statement, it is not giving me any sort of hope, which I am assuming is supposed to be the outcome of the statement. It does not provide hope because even though I always somehow get out of these episodes, I never remember them once thier over. That also means being in it right now, I don’t have a known way of getting out of it because I don’t remember what I did last time to get out. I am not sure that made much sense but thats besides the point. It is so strange to be in this state. I am here enough to know that I am not here which is ironic because again, that contradicts itself. I would compare it as sort of going on autopilot, I am reluctantly getting out of my desk chair and going to work but I could not tell you any of the conversations that I had or even what events from the shifts were on which particular day of the week. I am just all around delirous and checked the fuck out. I am starting to get frustrated again with feeling stuck in a loop with no progress being made and it feels pointless. I know I have so much more to say but I keep zoning out and staring at what I know are my fingers on the keyboard but they sure do not seem entirely connected to me right now. They just look slightly off, its that feeling you get when you see the pictures of those liminal spaces and factually there is nothing immediatly concerning about the photos but you get this gut feeling that there is something off behind the scenes. I must have punched my car again at some point recently because I have nasty bruises on my hand again. If I am being honest I haven’t slept in 2 days and I cannot remember the last time I ate. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eye that are most likely not even there and hearing shit I can assume is not real either. I just wish I did not have to go through this alone. I am a complete looser and a failure, I am in my early 20′s and have NO friends, I live by myself and am only close with my sister out of the family who is unfortunately 3 hours away from me. We are in contact daily over the phone and on social media due to our shared interests but it is not the same as having someone physically in your presence to bring you back down to earth a little bit. I really need a fucking hug, I am so touch starved that if someone were to genuinely embrace me I just know I would immediately burst into tears and hyperventilate through my violent sobbing. I know I am supposed to deserve to be loved and have friends but its hard to believe that when I have nothing to prove otherwise. If I deserved friendship and love wouldn’t I have it? Some of the nastiest and cruel people in the world are allowed those luxuries so why the fuck am I the one that gets it taken away from me. I don’t have anyone to tell my jokes too. I have nobody to play video games with. I have nobody to share my newest plot ideas with. I just want to share the human experience with at least one other person like the rest of the world gets to. It is not fair. I have not done anything in my life that would constitute a punishment as cruel as this. Recently I have been listening to the song Karma by AJR and I feel like it really captures the way I feel about the whole thing. Especially the line, “the universe works in mysterious ways but I’m starting to think it ain’t working for me”. It confuses me because in an abstract way the human experience is following the rules laid out by the universe and in turn recieving either good or bad things based on your compliance. It just seems like I am being expected to follow an entirely different set of rules and rewards but I have no idea what they are and noone will tell me what they are. I come to the universe asking questions because it is just the way that things are supposed to be and thats just how it works, but for some reason I am met with notions of “well not for you though” with no further explainations. What am I doing this for? I do not belong in this timeline, I feel like I got misplaced on accident and that this is not the lifetime that I am supposed to be navigating but I am trapped here until the end of humanity.  

[natashalovegg83]

Era uma manha de verão, acordei me sentindo mau, febre e dor no peito, tinha saído na noite anterior com amigos depois de tomar uma tarde de sol pra fazer as famosas marquinhas de biquíni. 

Fomos pra uma festa na casa de alguém, em outra cidade. Voltei pra casa já com febre e adormeci, acordei mal no outro dia, fui hospitalizada com um quadro de pneumonia. Fiquei 4 dias internada sem saber de nada que estava acontecendo aqui fora. Quando eu sai, precisava de repouso, mas o que me esperava era meu quarto, minha cama de solteiro, amarras e chave na porta. 

Minha mãe, com ajuda do meu padrasto me amarrou em uma cama com faixas de cirurgia de varizes, me dopava com algum calmante e ali ela delirou e criou varias situações, me alimentando de pirão de alho e agua que nem sempre era me ofertado com delicadeza, por vezes ela jogava na minha cara pra que eu pudesse me engasgar porque quando ela me perguntava algo, eu balbuciava por conta do calmante e ela se irritava e me batia dizendo que eu estava rebelde. Mas o que eu não tinha era força pra reagir.

E assim seriam os próximos 15 longos dias pela frente até o meu resgate.

Meu nome é Natasha, ou pelo menos era esse o nome que eu usava quando não queria passar o meu verdadeiro nas baladas. Eu tinha 16 anos, morava com minha mãe, meu padrasto e meu irmão de 2 anos de idade. 

E esse é o começo da minha história aqui.