Ok here’s the deal. A good month and some change ago, my friend asked me why I shipped CrissColfer, she basically knew nothing, so I made this email and sent it to her. Now I am posting it for this lovely anon. But if anyone else wonders why I ship CrissColfer…. Here you go…
I don’t care who you are or what you believe in religion wise. You need to watch this video. It shows from the side of the bully and the person being bullied. I feel as if this should be on everyone’s blog to show you care.
This is the most powerful video I have ever seen. It needs to be displayed at every school shown to every student they need to see this!
going to try and get this to be shown at my school
I love that in this video, there are banners and posters promoting stopping bullying, it shows what it’s actually like. Schools attempting to counter bullying by educating the students, but it doesn’t work, the only way to really stop it is to actually have and show compassion for one another, not just pretend to around your teachers.
I”M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING
THE VIRUS DELETED MY FRIEND POSTS!
The Virus rebloged my posts nonstop something like this:
I told it to my friend, and she came in to this tumblr and then the tumblr log out, and when she come in all her posts been deleted!
SO IF YOU SAW A RANDOM NUMBERS OR SOMETHING LIKE THIS:
DON’T COME IN TO THIS BLOG! IT WILL DELETE ALL YOUR POSTS ON TUMBLR!
IF THE VIRUS WILL SEND YOU A MAIL JUST DELTE THE MESSAGE!
REBLOG THIS IT’S REALLY IMPORTANT!
A cute lil’ barista!kurt besotted!blaine story inspired by this beautiful giftset.
It’s cold out. Blaine stuffs his blue-hued hands into his pockets as he shuffles through the thick New York snow at his feet, eyes peeking out from under a hat to scour his unfamiliar surroundings through a white wash of snow-filled air. Getting suddenly lost in a city so smothered in ice is easier than he first thought. His whole body is overcome with phantom warmth when Blaine catches sight of a coffee shop, windows glowing golden onto the white canvas of snow in front of it, and he jogs to it as best as he can on the slippery ground, numb fingers scrabbling with the door as he enters.
The glistening oak of the coffee shop is almost as inviting as its rich smell, and Blaine approaches the bar with a heavy relief, only to find it empty despite the shop teeming with humans hiding from the bitter cold. He spies a bell near his hand, and reaches forward to press it, but pauses when he sees a man in a barista uniform appear from the store room, swift and graceful and lithe and utterly, completely beautiful. Hair swooped into an almost comically tall quiff, with a smooth jaw and pearl-white skin and inquisitive, sea-washed eyes – that are staring right at him.