+ABOUT

ABOUT
BLOGGER

Dylan | 14 | INFP | Aries | Slytherpuff

panromantic.
graysexual.
trans* man.
taken & married to chris colfer.

"every driven person comes from a mountain of pain they wish to keep hidden."
"a villian is just a victim whose story hasn't been told"


BLOG

mostly glee, its characters, its cast, and other shows.
multifandom.
text post.

icon credit

+CURRENTLY

CURRENTLY
WATCHING

-The Fosters SSN2
-Shameless SSN1
-OITNB SSN1

READING

-The Land of Stories 3
-Staying Strong 365 Days a Year

+SOCIAL

SOCIAL
TRACKING

-anderfluff
-old urls
-networks
-bff squad

NETWORKS

-chris colfer network
-glee network
-tea time network
-the summer reading program

OTHER SOCIAL NETWORKING

-Instagram:
@dnruggeri
-Kik:
@dylanicholasss
-Twitter:
@dylanicholass
-Snapchat:
@dylanicholas

OTHER BLOGS
-writing
-personal

+PEASANTS

PEASANTS
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+TUMBLR AWARDS

WINNERS

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elliwhat sexted: "5, 10, 25, 50"

SEND ME A NUMBER

5. Have you ever had a threesome?

nah.

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holmeskink:

gay in the streets. gay in the sheets. gay at school. and work. gay always. i am so gay.

staff:

starting today all blogs without the following image will be deleted within 24 hours

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klaine hiatus challenge • day 14: favorite moment during their break up
No matter what, no matter where, even if we’re not together…

sassyabrahamlincoln:

"what classes are you taking this semester"

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Three Little Words

courageousdreamers:

ultimategryffindork:

Rating: PG-13

Summary: 

Mark Anderson could clearly remember the last time he told his son he loved him.

One-shot about the relationship between Blaine and his father. Somewhat late Shooting Star reaction fic.

Mark Anderson could clearly remember the last time he’d told his son he loved him.

It had been Blaine’s fourteenth birthday, and he had just opened his final present; a brand new guitar. Eyes wide, he’d gently run his fingers over the back and the neck, giving the new strings a gentle pluck.

“Thank you so much!” he’d squeaked out, giving each parent a one-armed hug, the other hand carefully holding the gift. Mark chuckled at his son’s excitement.

“Happy birthday, son,” he said, smiling. “I love you.”

It seemed so insignificant at the time, but, looking back, Mark saw it is the end of a chapter in the story of him and Blaine - that last chapter before the plot thickens, before bad things start happening.


It was about a month later when there was a tentative knock at the door to his study. A mop of curly hair poked through the crack between the door and the frame.

“Dad? Can I come in? I wanted to… to talk to you about something.”

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The ABCs of Blaine Anderson (insp. by: xx)