#pianokeysandbowties

[chngjr]

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seconded!

everyone wants that mike chang bod tho i’m not surprised

[gonnabiteya]

💏 (oh hi, kisses? yes.)

@pianokeysandbowties | From HERE…In Secrecy. 

It’s only been a few days since they started their…What even was what they had? This thing, the sort-of-relationship that Elliott felt like they would name in time. For now, it remained just that: a thing. He UNDERSTANDS why Blaine wants to keep their friends out of the loop for a little while, to give them time to find their feet together and define what they were before submitting to the interrogation of the Lima kids, but it doesn’t mean he likes how much distance it keeps between them at times. 

“Hey,” He walked into the kitchen to join Blaine, glancing out the door at their group of friends in the living room, all none the wiser to the insufferable tension that had been bubbling between pair - far too focused on whatever film they were watching and throwing their popcorn around like immature children. 

Which, as far as Elliott was concerned, they kind of were. 

But more importantly, they were DISTRACTED. 

Elliott’s hand finds its way to Blaine’s hip as a smug smile paints across his face, head tilting slightly as he squeezed between the counter and the other, never letting go. Fingers slide into Blaine’s back pocket and TUG him forwards, holding him close so they were chest to chest. He does take the precaution of looking towards the door again, checking they were allowed this moment without gaining attention, before nosing against Blaine’s cheek and kissing him. It’s soft and sweet, but Elliott drags it out and makes the most of the moment they had; free hand moving up to cup his cheek and cradle it gently before finally pulling back. Just a little. 

“You gonna stay tonight when everyone goes home?” Please say yes. 

[miller-mayfair]

CHARACTER FLAWS.

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[bytheanchorarchived]

😴  - Curl up next to my sleeping muse

Soft Intimacy Meme

                                              Sebastian was breathing softly, deeply asleep on his bed, and completely unaware of the weight shifting on his mattress. It had been a long, endless, day, a day of extra hours, long arguments, embarrassing blindsidings, frustrating law research, and missing Blaine. Blaine who had been spending so much time in rehearsals lately, Sebastian might have sometimes forgot he had a husband at all, if it weren’t for the notes left on the fridge, and the way the takeout leftovers kept disappearing from inside it, in the morning. 

Not that he was the nesting type, but weren’t married people supposed to see each other more than that? He’d never been the best at sharing a bed, and, through the last month, he’d grown so used to having his own space again, he might have freaked out on Blaine, if he were awake enough to notice him. As it was, he was too bone-tired to care, and he shifted, himself, on his side, and then again on his stomach, and ended up half lying on top of the other. 

Blaine smelled good, he always did, and that alone was enough to make Sebastian too comfortable to wake up. He buried his face on his shoulder, instead, and sprawled over him like a starfish, or a lazy cat, seeking out heat, even unconsciously. As he weighed on top of his husband, he could register little but the beat of his heart, and how, slowly, it started to match his own steady one, until they were dancing in sync, as though it was just another routine back in High School, they were supposed to follow. Sebastian smushed his face on Blaine’s shirt and relaxed all over, drifting off completely again.

If Blaine had planned to move, he was in hot water. But if Sebastan were awake to comment, he’d say you rip what you sow, when you deny your hotness to your husband for too long. He didn’t snore, he never did, but he did make a small contentment sound in his throat, almost cat-like, as though his body was aware that the thing it’d been missing was right there, pressed up against it. And Sebastian had a dreamless, stress free night for the first time in more time than it felt reasonable. Even for him.

( @pianokeysandbowties )

[hunterslatte]

@pianokeysandbowties liked for mckinley hunter !

          “ dalton academy ? is that right ? ” it didn’t take an expert to see the hint of distaste in hunter’s tone. & coated with disrespect, the message is clear as day. i don’t approve. & for what reason ? there were many. only they were all too personal to share with some prep school down-grader. the way he sees it, it’s as if hunter & his brother had a long lost middle ground they’d never heard of. living in both worlds. sounded like a nightmare. “ mind if i ask why you’d leave a place like that ? other than the obvious. ” snobby rich kids, stricter rules, boring lifestyle, you could take your pick of what he meant.

[freaksbloom]

                  “i do often wish i could sing but unfortunately any future musical endeavours i make will have to consist solely of SPOKEN WORD layered over eighties electronic dance music.” though it would still sell tremendously well, of course. ( let a boy dream. )       @pianokeysandbowties​ ♥’d

[frankenteend-a]

✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓✓--i'm in love with your finn. always have been. you make me miss him a little less, if that makes sense? you're such a kind, amazing person writing him seems to suit you perfectly. i'm so happy to get a chance to write with you. i read so many of your posts. they make me feel good inside. :D

how’s my portrayal of finn hudson? || accepting!

this is so so sweet, my goodness gracious

[heartbattled-a]

❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

sickness starters ( accepting )

“Babe, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s not that bad and you need to take it if you want to get better.” Dave had certainly signed up for over the top dramatic-esque attitude from Blaine when they started dating but this was taking it to a whole new level. Nobody liked taking medicine but they had to, if they had any hopes of getting better.

[takeseffort-a]

♔☃ ☄

smooshes your face. come here & let me love you.    I have tons of AUs, & many things on my wishlist that I’d love to explore! I’m also familiar with your muse’s canon, so I’m happy to slot Alec right in to something there if you like. message me, lets get some ideas rolling

     why aren’t we RPing? // always accepting               ♔- I can’t think of a plot for us and I want to figure that out first!              ☃ - I’m not sure how our characters would meet.               ☄ - I’m super anxious about EVERYTHING

[ghostxmother]

❝ Are you busy ?? Can we talk for a while ?? ❞

Soft Soft Soft 

meme starters / just some nice soft things 

     Vivien will look at the other. “Well, I mean, I do have all the time in the world.” She grinned. “Of course. Come one. Sit. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 

@pianokeysandbowties

[chngjr]

pianokeysandbowties replied to your post “pianokeysandbowties replied to your post: ...”

am i called out? yes. do i mind? no. not when it's the truth!

LISTEN I THINK A GOOD MAJORITY OF US ARE THIRSTY FOR HIM IT’S ALRIGHT

[smythebros]

Send "♫" for a song my muse would devote to yours!

Someone You Like -  The Girl And The Dreamcatcher - https://youtu.be/B8uiySdF4Vc

Remy wasn't exactly the singer in the family, even if he did have the exact same vocal cords as Sebastian but hey, he expressed his art in its own way. All the same, his hands curled around the microphone. His eyes dancing down at Blaine with a little wave as his hand ran through his pink hair for a moment. “Um..this..is for a very, very special boy in my life right now. So.. Enjoy” 

“ I saw you with that ribbon in your hair

Think that I began to stareMaybe I'll love you for a whileA stranger at a table in a placeAnd that really pretty faceI wonder what happens when you smileI might never be your heroNever been one to fightThat don't mean that I can't be your valentineI won't be your savior eitherCouldn't even if I triedBut I—I think I could be someone you likeSomeone you likeReading in a coffee shop we shareHiding shy behind my hairWatching our movie in my mindI promise, promise not to fly awayMake a story of todayC'mon, give me a tryNow I might never stop your sorrowFix you up good as newThat don't mean that I can't hold your hand in mineI might never say I'm sorryEven if I done you wrongBut I think I could be someone you likeSomeone you likeI might never be your heroBut I think I'd like to tryAnd the way you look at me is your replyYou got a lot to learn about meMaybe you could start tonight'Cause I—I think I could be someone you likeSomeone you like”

[theindieflash]

“Do you want some tea? Would that help?” (mike chang!)

ASK MEMES || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@pianokeysandbowties

Mike Chang wasn’t usually someone who got stressed easily, compared to the majority of his friends, he was fairly laid back. But even Mike had to admit that this was a big deal. He’d had auditions before, none of them really amounting to anything, but he kept telling himself that they were all giving him that valuable experience, and that his time would come.

And it did, well almost.

He’d never been given a callback before, so when the call came in he was stunned, not entirely sure how he should react. He knew that if he did finally get something out of this audition, then it would finally prove to his dad that he did have what it took to make it in the industry, but in typical Mike Chang style, he still didn’t let it get to him too much, and treated the call back just like any other audition. But then he made it through the call back, and he suddenly found himself in the final three.

The final audition had gone really well, and he’d come out of it feeling pleased with himself. They’d told him they’d call him sometime that afternoon, no big deal. So he’d headed to Blaine’s place, pushed the audition to the back of his mind, had a couple of beers and relaxed. But then the afternoon wore on, and unbeknownst to him he started getting anxious, tapping his fingers against the side of the couch, his knee bouncing up and down, finding it ridiculously difficult to concentrate on anything Blaine was saying to him. 

“I’d rather have another beer,” Mike muttered, downing the last of his drink and sliding the empty bottle along the table. They weren’t going to call now, he hadn’t got the job, no big deal. Except it kind of was…this was the one show that he could actually see himself in, could see himself up on that stage and showing everyone that he was born to be up there. But he hadn’t got it, they obviously hadn’t thought he was good enough.

With a sigh, he rubbed his hand over his face, trying to shake himself out of it when his phone started vibrating on the table in front of him. He stared at it dumbly for a moment, unable to move his hands, but then after some much needed encouragement from Blaine, he slowly moved forward, picking up the call and pressing the phone to his ear. He kept a collected expression on his face, nodding and humming in all the right places, as to not to give too much away, although Mike was so dumbstruck that he wasn’t sure he could put anything into words properly right now anyway.

The call came to a close, and he slowly returned the phone to the table, staring absently in front of him, only barely able to make out Blaine’s expression, his friend obviously desperate to find out what the call had been about. He shrugged his shoulders and slumped back against the couch, “Oh, yeah, I got the job,” he told him, slowly running his hand through his hair, his lips curling into a grin.

Yeah, no big deal really.

[bytheanchorarchived]

✋

Send me  “✋”  for my muse’s reaction to yours gently brushing hair out of mine’s face.

                                            Sebastian looked up, blinking in surprise, as he felt the hand on his forehead. He blinked harder as he started to focus on the image of Blaine sitting besides him and brushing his hair with his fingers. “Blaine... Hey. You okay?” He asked, confused. When Blaine chuckled, he looked around, and realized why, as he was apparently passed out on the couch at the Warblers’s practice room. He groaned, and pulled himself up, rubbing his face. “There’s no one here.” He heard Blaine’s intrigued remark, and shot him a glance before looking around the now dark room again with a nod.

“Yeah... I was. Trying out a new routine. Something was off. Wanted to fix it before bed.” He noted, yawning, and pinching his nose. “Fuck.” Blaine chuckled again and Sebastian scrunched his nose. Great. All he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of Blaine. He glanced at him sideways. “What are you doing here at this hour, anyway?” He asked, confused. He saw Blaine hesitate, and sat up completely, suddenly curious.

Blaine hadn’t been around since Hunter had “asked” him to rejoin the Warblers and come back to Dalton. Sebastian’s heart sped, but he tried not to hope. “Missed being at a school that doesn’t smell like an old pile of jockstraps?” He asked, teasing to see if he got Blaine to tell him. 

( @pianokeysandbowties )

[tongueticd-blog]

    ♫      . . .  No. It wasn’t? Couldn’t be? Kurt Elizabeth Hummel was amid riding his celebratory wave, one that only came with selling his very first play; one where he’d made a splash. One destined for Broadway and currently about to begin the beautiful pre-production stage, one that he was very much involved in. After all, BLOWING IT was far too personal a tale to send off into the night and hope for the best, and that it was executed properly. To the world, a tale of the underdog working through the trials and tribulations of life, dealing with an internal struggle in a very external world, one theme at it’s core; loss and regret. Relatable hotcakes that everyone could take stake in. Yet to anyone that knew Kurt Hummel? Well. The life he was supposed to lead, once upon a time. One he desperately clung to in the only way he could; within the pages of his next venture. Writing it had been cathartic in some sense, a coping mechanism before he realized he could spin it. 

       Yet, the celebrating had stopped because in the center of Little Italy, in a mess of post fruity drinks and cheesecake celebrations, he found himself stopping in the warm June breeze that tickled over his palms and through his hair, as if the past few hours of solo debauchery and socialization with friendly strangers hadn’t already done it’s number on his hairspray. To be fair, he’d been out since this morning, and the celebrations had promptly started after exciting the meeting an getting off the phone with his Burt and Carole to share the incredible news. Even after all these years, Kurt’s ears couldn’t — wouldn’t deceive him. Two people had left the bar, opening the door as they went and six words had caused him to stop in his tracks. Looking slowly, eyes wide and oddly confused because . . . It couldn’t be. The front window wasn’t any help given the crowd but Kurt’s mind was already made up as he unglued himself from the street, and pushed his way in, thirsting to hear more than the brief snippet the door had since muffled when it had closed behind the escapees. 

     . . . It was. He couldn’t even see Blaine, but he heard him, and it was doing unmistakable things to his heart as he pressed deeper, the New York realness muting any apologies as he pushed through the crowd, almost in a daze. Really, he was, shrouded in disbelief too. Their fairytale hadn’t had a happy ending, and it was something Kurt had regretted every single day. The hurt had dulled over time, of course, but he had also stopped looking for Prince Charming and actively seeking out a relationship because every single guy fell short. His eyes fell upon Blaine when he made it to the front of the crowd and his heart followed suit, dropping from his chest as his mouth went dry. Blaine Anderson. The disbelief was wildly apparent, but all Kurt could do was watch in utter awe, lips parted ever so slightly with pink cheeks from hours of drinking. The top few buttons of his shirt had come undone throughout the evening, skin flushing in the same degree as his cheeks. His hand cradled his elbow as the other rested against his mouth, fingers finding solace gently pressed against his bottom lip as he took in the sight before him. Blaine didn’t look like Blaine, well no. Blaine looked like Blaine, just . . . Not the Blaine he once knew. The one he was in love with, and had planned on spending the rest of his life with. At least not until he’d ruined it all.

    The source material was familiarity. Florence Welch, an ethereal goddess that had a tendency to find her way to his record player when he was drowning his sorrows with wine, and even she hadn’t ever brought him to tears so quickly. Well. Not tears, but there was emotion welled in his eyes, blurring Blaine as he sang, eyes focused on his fingers as they danced across the keys, so lost. Er, in the music. But . . . It was so much more, he was so much more and words were hardly something he could process. So instead he stood, eyes welled with emotion and locked on his just begging him to look up, utterly speechless with his heart beating a million miles per second in the pit of his stomach. Blaine Anderson had been a ghost. There had been no updates. Then again, there weren’t many to update him. And yet today, of all days, they crossed paths? None of it erased one little thing however. ‘I will never forgive you for this.’  or the fact that once upon a time, he had it all. They had it all.

★・・・  @pianokeysandbowties  ★  attn: blaine anderson

[dancescircles]

( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.

MEME

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