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"One green bottle... sitting on the wall... hic... one greeeeen bottle... sitting on the wall... and if one... hic... greeeeen bottle should accidentally... oops..."

Kurt stumbled as he crossed his room towards the bathroom, inadvertently knocking over several of the empty beer bottles on his night stand.

It'd been a good couple of hours now since he'd arrived home and he'd already polished off 6 beers and the entire bag of chips. Now he was bored and wanted to dance.

Leaning against the frame of his shelving unit, Kurt unplugged his iPod, and by unplugged Kurt meant that he thumped random buttons until the sounds stopped coming out of the speakers.

'Ooh, chilli fries... I want chilli fries...'
Gripping the shelving for support, heedless of the CD cases cascading onto the floor in his wake, Kurt shuffled over to his vanity and to his cell.

Picking it up... and dropping it... Kurt fished it out of the tub of sour cream and licked the gizmo clean.

Grinning like a loon, Kurt flicked through his messages until he stopped on one from an unknown number.

'Who is unknown number? Do I know unknown number? Is he in math with me maybe?'
Deciding he'd investigate, he opened a drawer on his vanity and emptied the contents onto the floor beside him. Sinking down into the soft bundle, Kurt sifted through the assorted hats around him until he found his white deerstalker from when he was eight.

Stretching the fabric over his now far too big head, Kurt decided he now looked sufficiently like Sherlock Holmes to be able to do some first-class detecting.

Pressing the call button on his phone, he held it to his ear the wrong way up while the line clicked and then connected.

"Hello?" came the sleepy voice on the other end of the line.

"Is it me your looking for?" giggled Kurt before shushing himself.

"Kurt?" Noah's voice was concerned, "... have you been drinking?"

"Why yesh... I have Mr Unknown Number, did you know that from sharing my math class with me? My hat is making my head very warm so I'm not sure how much longer I can be talking to you."

"Kurt... what?" said an obviously sleep deprived and severely confused Noah.

"..." Instead of replying to the boy Kurt decided he'd rather blow raspberries... so he did.

"Kurt... where's your Dad?" he asked wondering what the best way to make him aware of his son's current condition was. It was so unlike Kurt to lose control of himself like this.

"Gone sleeping with fishes called Hanky Lester... he'll be back tomorrow." Kurt yawned and stretched.

"OK..." said Noah, resolve firming up.

"I'm coming over, don't leave the house."

"OK Mr Number Sir. The key is under the mate.. map... mat..."

With that Kurt pressed 'end call' and the cell screen went dark.


:D:D:D go Kurt

[x] fanfiction tuhoaa edelleen aivosolujani mutta mikäs siinä

Como se dice "Mr. Schuester's fly is down" en Espanol? Kurt stared at the paper in shock, contemplating just ignoring it but before he knew it, his pencil was moving.

You actually showed up for more than the last fifteen minutes? Mr. Schue might actually weep for joy.

Hope he doesn't get too excited. I don't plan on paying that much attention.

What could you possibly be doing during school if you're not in class anyways? Hunting down Cheerios? Stealing virtue?

Puckzilla can't be caged in by the four corners of this shithole school. Obviously. Sometimes I just hang around the choir room with my guitar.

You do realize what a ridiculous nickname "Puckzilla" is, right? At least "Puck" has literary background.

The Puckinator has no idea what you're talking about... your face is ridiculous, so your argument is invalid.

It's literally like talking to a six year old when I'm talking to you.

Puckasaurous thinks you're being just a little dramatic, Hummbelina.

Children give themselves dinosaur nicknames. And don't call me that.

Why not? I kind of like it. You're very small and you know, a little girly. So it's pretty fitting. Me on the other hand... I'm fifty stories worth of terrifyingly delicious muscular dinosaur meat that can breathe fire. Godzilla kinda has a mohawk, too.

Thumbellina was a girl, moron. I am not.

Don't make me state the obvious. I know you're a dude, but you're the girliest dude I know. You know, in the least offensive way possible. We could go with Kurtella instead. Kinda like Nutella, so that would make you chocolatey and delicious on toast?

Can't I just keep my normal name? I don't need a dumb nickname.

You absolutely need a dumb nickname. What will you possibly do with out one? Even your black chick friend has one. Aretha, remember? Asian, other asian? I forgot what Sylvester called you. Gay kid? I'd rather just call you Hummbelina.

She calls me Kurt now, since I'm a cheerio. Well... that or Lady Face but I will castrate you if you call me that.

Like you could handle Puckzilla's might balls of titanium. I'd laugh at your feeble attempt.

Please. You think way too highly of yourself.

My balls are the only thing I've got going for me right now, so excuse me if I glorify them a bit. Well, my cock too. Cockzilla.

Super charming. No wonder so many girls let you into their pants. It's sad. No one believes in romance any more.

If you're looking to be wooed in this town, you're delusional. The most romantic thing I've seen all month is Brittany's budding relationship with the janitor.

It's sad, really. Most people's idea of romance is bringing a condom along.

Hey, that is romantic. I mean, it's considerate and all, right? And you're one to talk, you tried the whole... really weird and awkward thing with Brittany.

Ugh, don't remind me. Please. I've been trying to block the memory.

So you actually did make out with her, then? Did you touch her boobs? You didn't fuck her, did you? Because that would... really mess with my head.

Yes, no, and NO! Still... I don't know what I was thinking over the whole thing. Super stupid.

Kind of. But it's whatever, who hasn't tapped that at least once? I'm kind of impressed, Hummel. I wasn't sure if you were capable of talking guy.

May I remind you, yet again, I am in fact a guy. Not a girl with a short hair cut.

This is true. It's not like I don't know you're a dude and all, it's that you talk girl so much sometimes it's hard to imagine you talking guy. I mean come on, you're the one who tried to go over to the girl's team when we split up for mash ups.

That's because I knew none of you would listen to any of my genius ideas. Your loss, really.

I don't know, Kurt... I think you pulled off leather pretty well. You might want to try dressing like a guy more often. I mean... just not in flannel. That was weird.

And disgusting. Besides, almost all of the clothes I wear are boy clothes.

Dude. You wore a corset to school.

I said almost! And it looked awesome. It's not my fault no one here understands couture.

Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Hummel. There's no real point in arguing with you.

You're saying that because you don't know what it is, aren't you.

Yes. But also... you contradict yourself, you know? You say you're proud of who you are, that... being different is the best thing about you, and... I'd deny it to anyone who asks, but... you're right, Hummel. It's what's gonna get you out of this shit town. But then you also want to pretend that you're just another one of the guys... when you're not. You're not one of us, you're not some dumbass guy with a dirty jockstrap in his back pocket who didn't shower this morning because sleep seemed like a better idea. But who cares? You shouldn't care, because you're Kurt Hummel.


aw Puck ja Kurt olis kyl nii loisto pari ♥ pweese Ryan Murphy, make them happen ::::D

// okei Klaine ♥ mut Puckurt/Pummel/Purt/whatever myöskin ♥

"Brit, what was it you said about Puck earlier?" Brittany, who was sitting on the floor, drawing designs on the carpet with her finger, looked up at Puck.

"That he was capital G gay... and so far in the closet he was in the garage." Puck gaped at her and Santana grinned.

"Right. Also, you have never dated a boy, Noah Puckerman. So you don't know if you do or do not date them. Stop being a pussy and admit your flaming, glittery feelings. I thought you were a stud ." Puck glared at her and really she'd at least pretend to be a little intimidated by it. But all in all, Puck had no words. Sure, he'd kind of fantasied about Hummel's ass or mouth while he jacked off and...okay... one time he watched some gay porn, but that didn't mean he was going all Adam Lambert.

[x] capital G gay

ja lololol "that didn't mean he was going all Adam Lambert" XD oliks ton siis niiku tarkotus olla loukkaus vai vaan toteamus or wut :D:D:D

[x] fanfiction tuhoaa aivosoluni

"Finn Hudson?"

He spins around to see a dude he doesn't know, and why is a guy – wait, that's the dude from the photo when he went cyberstalking! Harry Potter!

...Which still doesn't explain why he's here, but whatever, Finn'll deal.

He gives the guy a shrug and a smile. "Hey," he says. "Yeah, that's me. Uh... who are you?"

The guy holds out his hand. "Blaine," he says, and – hey, Kurt is dating Harry Potter after all. Cool. Finn shakes his hand.


:D:D:D:D go Finn :'D


ps tänää Theatricalityyyyy ♥ Chris Gaga-asussa ja Cory suihkuverhossa lololol ja bäääd roumäääns ja kaikkee kivaa oaa
plus da scene med Finn ja Kurt HUAH

"Kurt this isn't funny? Did you two..."

"Uh! Dad no!" Kurt stood up now, "Do you not trust me?"

"I do Kurt but when ever all you heard on the phone at night is 'Oh my ga ga Mercedes isn't Blaine just like Supermegafoxyawesomehot!' when you haven't even met the guy you start to wonder!" Burt said putting on his best Kurt voice.

"First of all, I do not sound like that. Second of all Blaine Anderson is the kindest, bravest, gentlest, sexiest man you've ever met... I mean...forget the sexy part." Kurt said in his bitch voice, then stupidly at the end.

"Wait a minute. Supermegafoxyawesomehot and sexy?" Blaine smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh my god, Blaine shut up!" Kurt moaned, sitting back down.

"Kurt I don't doubt that he is..." Burt sighed.

"Awkward." Blaine said in a sing song voice.

"Blaine." Kurt growled,

"Shutting up."


lololololol kuolen, BLAINE XDDDD


"Blaine! Santana won't give me her camera. Which by the way has facebook on it."

lololol mitä vittua, kamera jossa on facebook? WANTS :D:D:D:D

1. Kirjoitatko tai luetko fan fictionia?
- Kirjotan ja luen.
2. Milloin aloit kirjoittamaan / lukemaan fan fictionia?
- Lukemaan aloin ehkä 2008 alussa? Ja kirjottaa uskalsin vasta 2009 lopussa.
3. Ensimmäinen fandomisi?
- Twilight.
4. Ensimmäinen shippisi?
- Öäää.
5. Mitä nettisivua käytät eniten?
- Finfanfun.fi
6. Mistä fandomeista olet kirjoittanut?
- Tom/Bill (= twincest), Harry/Draco, Twilight vähän, paria Frerrua aloitellut, alottanu pientä Darnandoa.
7. Vaikuttavatko arvostelut kirjoittamiseesi?
- Ei. Rakentava palaute on aina jees, mutta jos joku ei tykkää tekstistä, nii sitten ei tykkää.
8. Käytätkö betaa?
- Harvoin.
9. Mitä ikärajoja kirjoitat?
- K-15 aikalailla, taitaa löytyä pari K-13 ja NC-17.
10. Suosikkificcarisi?
- Ninnukka, Lily, foxrain, mapwe, Heinis, Eepu, Pics...
11. Luetko tai kirjoitatko raapaleita?
- Luen ja oon kirjottanu pari.
12. Kuinka pitkä yhden luvun pitäisi olla?
- Viis sivua on mun oma tavoite, mut se on aika jees.
13. Vältteletkö mitään fandomia?
- En fandomia, mut parituksia.
14. Entä mitään paritusta?
- Tom/Georg, Bill/Gustav, Billshido (=Bill/Bushido), Dramione (=Draco/Hermione), hettiparitukset, Ron/hermione on poikkeus (paitsi sivuparituksina menee), Ron/Draco, Hermione/Kalkaros, etcetcetc.
15. Voiko kommenttien lukumäärästä päätellä, onko tarina hyvä vai huono?
- _EI!_
16. Mitä mieltä olet Mary Sue-hahmoista?
- Nojaa.
17. Oletko ikinä haukkunut kenenkään tekstiä?
- En kommentissa, muuten oon kyllä siihenkin syyllistynyt 8D
18. Onko kukaan ikinä haukkunut kirjoituksiasi?
- Ei niin että mä olisin kuullut.
19. Mistä kirjoittamastasi ficistä pidät eniten?
- Varmaan mun ainoasta An Cafe -ficistä, Smiling for a reason.
20. Mikä ficeistäsi on saanut parhaan vastaanoton?
- .ÖÖÖÖÖ sanotaankos ettei mikään.
21. Mikä ficeistäsi on saanut huonoimman vastaanoton?
- Joo öö I'd come for youta ei oo kommentoitu ollenkaa et se varmaa?
22. Mikä on angstisin ficcisi?
- Varmaan Päähänpisto. Ja Forever mine.
23. Mikä on hauskin ficcisi?
- Ei mulla oo hauskoja ficcejä.
24. Ficci, jossa on eniten smuttia?
- HÖM, ei missään julkastussa.
25. Ficci, jossa on eniten fluffia?
- Varmaa siinä An Cafessa. EN OSAA KIRJOTTAA FLUFFIA
26. Onko ficcisi koskaan saanut ketään itkemään?
- Kuulema.
27. Mikä ficeistäsi turhauttaa sinua eniten?
- Ääää sillä ei oo vielä nimeä, mut yks frerru jota en oo julkassu.
28. Minkä ficin kirjoittaminen oli kaikkein hauskinta?
- Varmaa yhen Hoodeen, muttaku sekää ei oo vielä valmis.....
29. Mikä luomistasi OC-hahmoista on suosikkisi?
- Ei oo sellasia.
30. Minkä hahmon kuvaamisessa olet mielestäsi paras?
- Dracon. Se on sellanen raasuparka, mulla on siitä niin selvä kuva päässä et tekstiä vaan tulee.
31. Minkä hahmon kuvaaminen on kaikkein vaikeinta?
- Mun on pakko sanoo myös Gustav. Se on niin hiljanen ja vähän esillä muutenkin, joten jos ei tee täydellistä luonteen uudistusta niin argh.

Apua, puolen vuoden odottelun jälkeen, viimeinkin sisällä FF100:ssa!
Whoa, mua rupee melkein pelottamaan. Fandom10 on kesken, samoin yhtyeen tuotanto. Tuhat tekstiä kesken ja miljoona niistä kuin likasankoja täynnä kakkaa.
Miks mä tungen itteni joka paikkaan?

"Noni mene nyt kauppaan jo, ennen kun se menee kiinni!" Frank hoputtaa kun mä olen tupakkani puolivälissä.
"Mikä kiire mulla on, tiedäksä kultaseni, Seven-elevenin idea on just se, että se on auki niinku kakskytneljä kautta seittemän. Sen takia niillä onkin niin perkeleellisen kallista."
"No mitä väliä, noni mene jo!"
"Mikey?" mä käännyn kiljaisemaan ovesta sisään.
"No?" se huutaa keittiöstä päin.
"Mä käyn kaupassa, haluutsä jotain?"
"Joo! Venaa!" Juoksuaskeleet katoavat nopeasti yläkertaan ja palaavat sitten takaisin alakertaan, se antaa mulle olan yli kakskymppisen.
"Tuo mulle jotain hyvää, jotai lonkkuu tai jotain."
"Paljon?"
"Joku... sixpack. Eiku kaks!"
"Eli kolme, yks pikku Frankie-teinille ja kaksi pikku Mikey-teinille?"
"Joo."
"Mä saan sit loppurahat", mä murahdan. "Mä rikon tässä lakia teidän takia."
"No pah", Mikey sanoo ja pyöräyttää silmiään. "Tosta nyt jää mitään edes yli." Mä pudistelen päätäni noustessani ylös ja mietin, mihin ihmeeseen olen taas pistänyt pääni mukaan. Nyt kun tarkemmin miettii, niin mähän voisin vaikka ryypätä niiden kanssa, tää on mun elämäni viimeinen kesä kahdeksantoistaveenä, joten kai mä siitä sen verran saan nauttia? Ryyppäämällä pikkuveljeni ja sen kaverin kanssa, että meneekö nyt ihan putkeen, Gee, no ei mene, mutta kenenkäs muunkaan kanssa mä ryyppäisin.

Fanfiction ♥


Mikeyn äkillinen muodonmuutos ei jättänyt Frankille muita mahdollisuuksia kuin suostua pahimpaan painajaiseensa. Video oli saatava kuvattua, jotta hän pääsisi nauttimaan Gerardin lupaamasta korvauksesta. Hän astui kaappiin hermostuneena ja kamerat käynnistettiin.
“Käy!” ohjaaja, joka oli saanut peniksensä mitaksi huimat kolme senttiä, huudahti, ja Katie, joka näytteli Frankin uhria, marssi kaapille ja avasi sen. Dramaattisen hypyn ja huudon sijasta Frank kuitenkin astui ulos kaapista kuin laiska vohveli.
“Läyh”, hän tokaisi vertahyytävän karjaisun sijaan.
Mikey alkoi nauraa hervottomasti tuolin alla ja sai sanottua ainoastaan:
“Frank, haha, ulos, hahaha, kaappi, hahahah.”
Gerard, joka istui tuolilla, jonka alla Mikey makasi, tirskahti syyllisesti ja sai osakseen Frankilta lieron katseen.