Exciting! A long time in the making!
A billion thanks to all of the authors that let me use their words for this. I was so nervous asking each one of you and you were all so nice and I did many victory dances.There are too many (24) for me to post in one post on tumblr, so please take a look at them here at my livejournal.
Pornspam: CrissColfer, NC-17, Love and Affection
OMG I cannot believe this giant thing is finally done. For those who’ve been waiting for it, thank you for your patience.
Smooth Criminal (Preview)
#this is all I wanted and more jesus christ #spoiler #spoilers
Dalton - Episode 27 - Blackout (Part 1)
Author’s Note:
Hi, I’m CP Coulter and I’ll be your author for this fic.
A year has passed since I first wrote the pilot episode for Dalton, and I can honestly say that never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that it was going to bring me to this point, that I would have written something the some people even cared to read about, let alone wait for. Each and every time I look at things readers send me, notes or artwork, gifts and videos, I am always taken by surprise. I often feel like Alice, wondering if I am still myself, and (if I were not) if I had changed so many times that I was someone else.
A long time has passed since the beginning, and I am learning about myself each day as a human being, flaws included. That it was alright to be strange, to be different, to do something that made me happy, to want to be happy, living each day trying to be a better person than I was yesterday. And I wanted to thank each and every one of you, friends and family, for accepting me, flaws, strangeness and all, and for helping to shape me into the person that I am. And it is a new beginning for me, this year. To learn from my mistakes, to live without regrets, to look forward to the future with hope, and to just go with what life brings.
Life has brought me you, and this story. And I am forever grateful for all of you.
And now an important note. Please read and bear with me; I am aware that this is very different from what we are all accustomed to, but I am trying out this new venture for this next Episode, and I humbly hope for your understanding (I’m not Han, I can’t work miracles on websites like he can):
- First: You have noticed that this new episode will appear firstly on my own site (www.cpcoulter.com). However, I will still be updating Episode 27 on Fanfiction.net, but only once the episode is complete here.
- Which brings me to my second point: Episode 27 will be in staggered posts (if you remember how we did it with Hell Night, then that’s how it will work, in parts). This is because I am aware that the tumblr interface that my site is currently (but will not always be) reliant upon now currently has a number of limitations in place, and it won’t be possible to post the entire episode in one shot. This staggered posting also serves to deliver the episodes into more easily readable chunks and to enable faster page loading.
- Third: This also means that all the other Dalton episodes so far will be reposted onto this site. The episodes will all be reposted and properly catalogued into a new page in the Sidebar. This will only happen after the initial 27 post, so there will be no interruption to the flow of 27. However, I will still be updating Fanfiction.net with complete episodes.
I continue to be forever grateful for all the kindness that you have given to me, and, as always, I can only humbly present this new Episode, with love and hope, that you will enjoy reading it.
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#omg julian ;____; #spoiler #? #fic rec #i havent read this in aagggeesss
(via darrenklainechris)
#why do i do this to myself omg #link is in the source etcetcetc~
(2:10)
That would actually be nice right now.
(2:11)
As much as I love my family and being back for the holidays… It can be a bit much. Not in a bad way, but it’s exhausting at times.
(2:12)
You could always lie down in your room for 5 minutes and pretend.
(2:13)
And you could listen to the music I’m listening to.
(2:14)
Mhhh. And what would that be?
(2:15)
Since I’m on my phone, I only have a youtube link for you, sorry.
(2:15)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL8lQU_1a-w
(2:16)
You can also pretend that I’m playing it.
(2:17)
In a museum?
(2:17)
Shhhh, just go with it.
(2:18)
Wait… you play the piano? Like that?
(2:18)
Yeah.
(2:18)
Like that??
(2:19)
Yes. ;)
(2:19)
It’s sort of what I do.
(2:20)
Playing the piano?
(2:20)
Music.
(2:20)
I guess I never told you that.
(2:21)
No. No, you didn’t.
(2:21)
This is nice.
(2:22)
What is?
(2:22)
Lying here.
(2:23)
Are you actually taking your 5 minutes?
(2:23)
It’s 6 minutes and 32 seconds, I believe.
(2:24)
This *is* nice.
(2:24)
It was your idea.
(2:25)
Yeah, but sometimes I surprise myself.
(2:26)
I’m not surprised.
(Source: littlenumbersproject, via markssailingthecrisscolfership)
Glee au: In which Kurt and Sebastian are brothers.
“How’s mom?” Kurt asked taking the seat beside Blaine. He didn’t look all that thrilled to see his brother, and Blaine was burning to ask why he’d never mentioned that he had a brother to begin with, but he decided to wait and get a feel of the situation first.
“Didn’t you get the wedding invitation?” Sebastian asked taking sip of his coffee.
“Must have gotten lost in the mail. What is this for her… husband number seven?” Kurt’s voice was laced thick with sarcasm.
Slowly a picture was starting to unfold for Blaine as he realized with horror that Kurt’s mom hadn’t died when he was eight. She’d left – she’d left Burt and Kurt behind. For what? Money? Fame? Kurt had always told him that his mom had wanted to be a Broadway star, had wanted to get out of Ohio and travel the world. The only reason she’d stayed was because she had gotten pregnant with Kurt right out of high school. Kurt had never told Blaine that his mom regretted staying though – that she’d regretted Kurt.
Sebastian simply continued to smile. “Tony’s good looking, young, and rich of course.”
Kurt nodded and took a sip of his own coffee as if he was used to hearing his mother’s husbands described like this. “Hmm… what did this one buy you? Another Rolex? A new Porsche?”
Sebastian didn’t react to the jab if that’s what it was. “I just got back from his vacation home in Paris, spent about four months there while he and mom were traveling. I got bored though so I thought I’d come down and see what Ohio is all about – spend some quality time with my big brother. I haven’t seen you in what a year?”
“Three actually…” Kurt corrected with a thin smile. “And how has your stay been so far? As exciting as you’d expected?”
“Not so much… but it’s getting more interesting,” Sebastian looked at Blaine then and Blaine felt his skin crawl. Kurt’s hand wrapped around his upper arm possessively and Blaine relaxed into the touch. “I heard your Glee club went to Nationals in New York last year. You should have called. I would have put you up in our pent house. Did you get the chance to see mom’s show?”
“It was sold out,” Kurt answered tightly.
“Too bad… I could have gotten you guys tickets and backstage passes.” Kurt’s fingers were digging into Blaine’s arm painfully and Blaine realized that he needed to get Kurt out of there before something regrettable happened.
“Well we really should get going… I have to get home and changed for our date tonight and I’m sure you’ll want to freshen up too?” Blaine asked looking at Kurt. They didn’t really have a date planned, but Kurt caught on quickly to what Blaine was trying to do and smiled, some of the tension easing out of his body and his grip on Blaine’s arm relaxing.
“Oh well, it was good seeing you big brother. We should totally get together some time and catch up… and you too Blaine.” Again Sebastian’s eyes raked over him, undressing him, and again Blaine felt himself cringe. “I look forward to getting to know you.”
oh look, another au that leaves me crying for more.
TELL ME MOREEE
“Did you know that real Warblers won’t sing alone? It’s true — if a Warbler loses its flock or is caged separately it sits silent until another one shows up. It’s not that he doesn’t have a beautiful voice — it’s just that without a companion he just doesn’t feel like singing anymore.”
(Source: letters-and-sodas, via zosielikescake)
Voicemail
“Kurt. Kuuuuuuurt. Kurt, are you asleep? You shouldn’t be asleep - it’s a beautiful Friday. No, Saturday. Sunday? It’s a beautiful DAY… but it would be even more beautiful if you weren’t asleep. Because you’re beautiful… Kurt. I know you are. Knew it from the beginning. You sound beautiful through texts… texts! How is that even possible… You should be here with me right now. With me and n- …Hey, no! That’s my phone, gimme-”[x]
(via daxterdd)
Start the music when instructed in the fic, alright?
“Blaine, what are you doing?” Kurt giggled. Blaine kept his hands over his boyfriend’s eyes as Kurt stretched out his arms to find a path through his own hallway, Blaine kicked the door shut with the side of his foot. Their apartment was small, it’s all they could afford when they were first-year students in the city. NYADA was pretty expensive, but now they had a little more money. Rachel, however, lived in bigger apartment not far from them with a few roommates (she moved out of Kurt and Blaine’s apartment in their second year when they were constantly tripping over each others’ feet).
“Careful!” Blaine suppressed a laugh when Kurt stumbled over the line of shoes by the door.
“Thanks for the warning, ass!” If Kurt’s eyes hadn’t been closed, he’d probably be rolling them, “‘Oh what did Blaine get you for your five-year anniversary?’ they’ll say. ‘A broken rib and another reason to throw out those hideous plimsoles of his!’ I’ll reply.”
Blaine shook his head, still smiling, “We’re here, but keep your eyes closed until I say open them.”
“Surprise blowjob?”
“And stop being so sarcastic!” He playfully hit Kurt’s arm and took his hands off Kurt’s eyes.
“Sorry.” Kurt laughed.
Blaine waved his hand in front of Kurt’s eyes and he didn’t respond, so he snuck over to the docking station, plugged in his iPhone, and pressed play.
“Open.”
Kurt didn’t have to adjust his eyes to any bright lights, the room was only dimly lit by candles everywhere, and Blaine was standing at the end of their living room with two flutes of champagne in either hand.
“Blai— I… I don’t know what to s—”
“Don’t,” Blaine walked towards his boyfriend handing him one of the drinks, “happy anniversary, baby.” he clinked the glasses, sipped the drink, and wrapped his free arm around Kurt’s waist, bringing him closer as they danced slowly to the music.
They both leaned over to put their glasses on the side and closed the space between their bodies, pressing their foreheads together. Blaine kissed him lightly and Kurt let Blaine’s lips trail down his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He took in his boyfriend’s familiar scent, something he was never tired of, something that would never fail to make his worst days much better. Even after the pair had a really big fight two years ago, and separated for a few days, Blaine never stopped missing his scent, no matter how angry he’d been.
He let Kurt’s head rest on his shoulder as he moved to the slow rhythm. It didn’t feel like they were moving, like time was passing, it was as if nothing else existed.
“How did you get these lit?” Kurt murmured against Blaine’s shoulder, “We’ve been out all evening.”
“I gave Rachel the spare key, she helped me out.” Blaine replied.
“Now why would Rachel Berry do that?” Kurt laughed, his words were slightly slurred because being in Blaine’s arms was more comforting than anything he had felt before, ”Rachel may only live twenty minutes away, but she wouldn’t help us out just for another one of your amazing romantic gestures.”
“Kurt Hummel, enough with the suspicion!” he teased, pulling back and meeting Kurt’s eye, “You’re right, though… She wouldn’t help out unless it was something really important.”
Kurt furrowed his brow as Blaine stepped back, taking both of his boyfriend’s hands in his, and breathed before meeting his boyfriend’s eyes again.
“I love you, Kurt. You know that. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone. You gave me so much strength to fight my demons, you taught me how to live, and to follow my dreams,” he paused, taking a second to look down, “and for the past five years all I dream about is you,” he looked up, “You are the only thing I think about before I sleep, whether you’re there next to me or not, when I wake up, when I eat, whenever… you’re always there in my thoughts. I wanted to give you another dance, do you remember our first dance at your Prom?”
Kurt nodded as he smiled, his eyes began to sting and he let the tears fall. Blaine moved in closer and kissed the trail they left.
“It’s always been you. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Kurt choked back a sob.
“I know. Which is why I want to ask you something…” Blaine breathed and got down on one knee, still holding the boy’s hand, “Kurt… You are my everything. I don’t want to wake up to someone who isn’t you. I don’t want to watch someone who isn’t you raise an eyebrow every time they read something interesting in the paper. I don’t want to watch Rachel’s shows, cry, laugh, or share everything with anyone who isn’t you. I want to hear your sarcastic comments, even if you’re mad at me. I want to be hugged, kissed, and loved by you forever. It’s your body I want next to mine, your fingers entwind in mine when we walk through the city as it snows, your breath on my neck when we dance. No-one else’s. I can’t stand to be apart from you. So, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Kurt couldn’t even breathe, let alone respond with something other than a short whimper and a fall into his boyfriend’s arms. Blaine stood up and held him against his chest. He nodded into Blaine shirt. Of course he wants to marry him, of course he does. Kurt kissed his, now fiancée, deeply and let the rhythm of the music guide their bodies.
(via jpierrepontcriss)
“You told me once that you weren’t a hero. Um. There were times I didn’t think you were human. You were the best man and human being that I’ve ever known and no one will convince me that you told a lie”.
(via cumberbatches)
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