#pianokeysandbowties

[chngjr]

pianokeysandbowties replied to your post: theoriginalbadass replied to your post: ...

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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[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

[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

[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

[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

[ SENT → ALFALFA ] : Fuck[ SENT → ALFALFA ] : You wanna live, delete and forget them

[frankenteend-a]

❛  let’s see, what problems can we solve?  ❜

john mulaney: the comeback kid sentence starters || accepting!

          “um…” finn’s gaze fixated somewhere to the left of blaine, eyes getting slightly wider in thought as his eyebrows crinkled a bit. “well, maybe we start small. like… maybe you could gimme a second opinion on this glee assignment         ” his expression relaxed and raised a bit as the mental lightbulb flicked on. “         for starters, before we start tackling, y'know, world peace, or something.”

[thepuckerman]

@pianokeysandbowties && starter call

❝ not gonna lie, dude... you’re kinda putting a downer on my awesome new york city weekend. ❞ puck complained from his spot on the couch. blaine’s heartbreak was understandable, but puck had flown out to the city to cheer him up after kurt had called off the engagement. it was just the two of them. it seemed everyone had really moved on to doing their own things... it was sad really, but it was life. it went on.  ❝ if there’s one thing i’m good for, it’s getting over people. come on. get dressed, gel your hair, get your bowtie on and let’s hit it. we’re getting drunk tonight, anderson. ❞

[samsreckoning]

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

send me a  👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 for random kisses // 17... to distract.

      ♫      “Hey— hey, Blaine. Look at me.” Four days. That’s how long it took Sam Evans to crumble. It’s not even that he just knew Blaine was hurting. He’d seen it in every aspect of everything he did. There was no light, even when Blaine was ‘having a good time, honestly Sam’ he saw right through it. And yeah, Sam didn’t blame him. He knew why. Having Kurt completely wipe it all away, like his life was this super luxury roll’s royce, and like Blaine was nothing more than a bug that just splattered against his windshield. One wipe, boom. Problem gone. Even if they’d been traveling all around the world together on that wind sh... Yeah no, that was a really bad analogy but Blaine was more than that. Blaine was the best guy he’d ever known. His best friend. Seeing him go through this? IT WAS KILLING HIM. He didn’t deserve it.

               This wasn’t a BLAINE thing, it was a Kurt thing and Sam hadn’t figured out how to put that into words Blaine would understand. He’d tried, but no matter how many times Blaine tried to explain it, their ideas didn’t gel. Which sucked because ALL THEIR IDEAS GELLED. Blaine’s thing was gel, if anyone were to gel, it was them. BLAM.

            But Kurt had fucked up. Blaine had too, but the reality was . . . Kurt ran. He let go with no disregard. And maybe it wasn’t fair, maybe Sam was looking at it from an angle that was biased towards one, but he loved Kurt, so was he really? It was all just . . . SO MESSED UP. They were spiraling and there were no parachutes. At this point, Sam would have done anything to take away his pain. And there had been one thing he hadn’t done yet because it didn’t seem like the right time. Didn’t seem like a good moment. Didn’t seem sensitive at all given the situation. 

                       Blaine was just . . . wired. In this way. Deep down? He understood it. 

            What if he could just . . . Make Blaine see that it wasn’t just Kurt out there that made life worth living? That people could love him.  

             Sam’s hands were so big they pretty much took up most of Blaine’s face as he tried to pull him back down to Earth, cupping softly at his cheeks. They were deep in Pennsylvania, the wicked wilderness surrounding them. Bullfrogs and crickets, owls and coyotes teaming up with the October breeze that pretty much swept through them both like a wave of ice when the camper didn’t block it out. 

             Life had gotten too heavy. The fire crackled behind him and he could feel it heating the rubber soles of his runners, but not enough to make him worry yet. The blonde was knelt down on one knee in front of Blaine— or the body formally known as Blaine because Blaine wasn’t in there anymore and it was killing him. The stars were so bright tonight— the fire had died down, and really even if you walked ten feet away you could look up and instantly lose your breath at the sight. Something Sam hadn’t missed a single moment doing. The Universe had done a pretty cool thing for once and offered a meteor shower and every two minutes it was ‘Blaine! Did you see it’? amid the rolling conversation that hadn’t stopped for a week. 

         He hadn’t let Blaine out of his sight, and he was trying so hard to keep him here. The world needed Blaine Anderson, even if he thought it’d be better without him. It had come back to him in a wave, it was something about Kurt, he didn’t have to ask because the tears streaming down his face said it all. His thumbs swiped along the gentle ridge as he shook his head. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Fires were great, except there was something about the cackling wood and mesmerizing lick of the flames, sparks shooting up over glowing goals that was . . . It made you think. It sucked you in. And camping was great and he loved it, being there with Blaine, but the world was quiet. And even with everything they were doing . . . He worried it wasn’t helping Blaine and . . . that was the point of this. All of it. Not even making him feel better . . . just feel human, like he existed and meant everything to someone. 

       Which is why wordlessly, with no awkwardness, no hesitation, Sam was leaning forward, plump lips caressing Blaine’s in what was possibly the most gentle kiss in the world. Hugs weren’t helping, so it was time to try this. He’d be whatever Blaine needed.Now? Forever? Whatever as long as it took, he was here. He’d always be there. And Blaine wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. 

[smythebros]

the night after | Blaine/Remy

Why Remy ever agreed to this was...well, something he was seriously considering getting his head checked out for doing.  The pink haired boy was leaning against the lasted hottest bar that Sebastian had recommended had the “best guys in town” as he was so often hunting for.  He really should have known that with Sebastian’s track record he would have dragged his best friend into this little night as well.  Blaine. The same boy who’d posed for him the night before and had his lips stretched around his cock in the most perfect way which had left an image imprinted in his brain he hadn't been able to escape the last twenty-four hours.  The way those bright beautiful eyes had shinned with tears and the way the boy had begged for-..

Remy shook his head as he took a long sip of his vodka and coke, enjoying the faint burn of the drink. His long pink hair was tied up in its usual ponytail and he’d managed to drag out his best club clothes which right now consisted of an open black shirt and a pair of black jeans that were practically painted on, showing off his long legs and nicely framed his crotch in a way that was drawing quite a few eyes. 

Not that Remy was paying much attention to the go-go dancers that lined the dance floor or the other older cute men hoping to pick up tonight. No. Instead he was simply glaring over his drink slightly at the sight of his brother. His exact twin, dancing up behind Blaine with his hands roaming over Blaine’s body like he was putting on a show for everyone in the fucking club. 

While he’d heard about this a few times- it was different seeing it with those images fresh in his brain. Of the image of his come dripping down the boys lips. 

His hand curled tighter around the drink he was holding. 

@pianokeysandbowties

[theindieflash]

@pianokeysandbowties replied to your post: Hi Guys! Not sure how many, if any, actually...

I’d love to plot with you again. It’s so nice seeing you are happier.

I’d love that tbh, I loved writing with you before!