Fearlessly and Forever

My name is Katelyn. 25 years old. This is mainly a glee blog with other fandoms tossed in because i can.

While this is mainly a klaine blog i am also a multi shipper and i have some rpf ships as well
baratheon:

jturn:

You can all put your shitty puberty transformations away, because this is Joe Manganiello as a 13 year old and as a 37 year old
literally bye

this is like the bara version of a magical girl transformation

baratheon:

jturn:

You can all put your shitty puberty transformations away, because this is Joe Manganiello as a 13 year old and as a 37 year old

literally bye

this is like the bara version of a magical girl transformation

(via fallinlovewithaflyingukulele)



undefinedsight:

 


Don’t use the vacuum in the same room as her

OH MY GOSH DYING

undefinedsight:

 

Don’t use the vacuum in the same room as her

OH MY GOSH DYING

(Source: awwww-cute, via knittywriter)


elysedc:

The ultimate dad joke compilation

(via egobus)


a discussion on sexual orientation
  • me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
  • classmate: wait, what's polyamory?
  • me: well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
  • professor: *overhears from front of class*
  • professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
  • me: *defensively* um, actually, no it's--
  • professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • professor: it should be polyerosy

(Source: yourenotaloneinthis, via kissedmequiteinsane)


Trying to update my resume and it’s really hard to word all the stuff i’ve done to sound professional. Thankfully my dad is really good at that and will make it look good. 


bubonickitten:

Dragon Age II + text posts — Anders (again)

Oh look, another Anders one. (It’ll be four hundred years before I get over this tragic goddamn mageflower.)

(More DA text post memes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12)

(via inquisitorwren)


How do you tell your store manager that he’s turned into a giant douchbag and congratulate him on alienating the people that made the store the best one in the city but now that he’s turned into an ass the numbers are slowly dropping and the staff that made the store awesome are all thinking about walking off with no notice just to personally screw him over.


ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:


At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.
Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.
They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.
“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.
“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”
If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.
Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.
~
The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.
This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.
Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 
The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.
~
The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.
They were worried they would have to be kind.
They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.
Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.
Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.
(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

ppyajunebug:

fantasticallyficticious:livesandliesofwizards:

At twilight on August the 25th 1999, one week before classes were to begin, Hermione Granger Apparated into Hogsmeade, a wand box clutched under her arm.

Headmistress McGonagall was waiting for her outside the Three Broomsticks. The two women greeted each other warmly, and then set off towards the castle. Or rather, towards the grounds outside the castle.

They chatted amiably as they strolled towards the groundskeeper’s hut.  Hagrid, sitting outside and darning a pair of enormous socks, looked up as they approached.

“Good evenin’ Headmistress, Hermione,” he said with some gruff surprise.

“Good evening, Hagrid,” replied McGonagall. “May we go inside?  I believe Hermione has a proposition to discuss with you.”

If you had stood outside the hut as the evening darkened and the stars rose into the sky, you’d have heard the rumblings of an argument coming from inside the hut. You’d have heard Hagrid’s gruff refusals, Hermione’s calm (and then not so calm) rebuttals, and the very occasional interjection of the Headmistress.

Hermione did not emerge until the moon had fully risen and darkness enveloped the grounds. But in the light of the nearly full moon, you could see a smile on her face.

~

The Shrieking Shack was no longer widely believed to be haunted, now that the story of Remus Lupin was fully known.  Still, the residents of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts avoided it out of a mixture of respect and residual fear.

This suited Hermione perfectly. The interior of the Shack was now stacked with books and bottles of potion ingredients. A cauldron sat in the corner, a telescope pointed out a cracked window, and cushions lined one wall. A table was covered in parchment, broken quills, ink pots and stains. Once a week, Hermione would apparate into the Shack and go over her notes from the previous session while she awaited her student’s arrival.

Sometimes he was late without explanation. Sometimes he would bring a wounded bowtruckle he wasn’t comfortable leaving on its own.  Sometimes Fang would follow him and sit in the corner whining while his master sweated and cursed over a cauldron. Hermione was calm but firm, making adjustments as needed and letting Hagrid’s frustrated words roll off her back like water droplets. 

The Hogsmeade residents may have turned a blind eye to the goings-on in the Shrieking Shack, but that didn’t mean they weren’t relieved as time went on and there were fewer and fewer roars of anger echoing through the village.

~

The OWL testers had been warned in advance that they would have an unusual student that year. That didn’t mean they weren’t taken aback when Rubeus Hagrid appeared on their testing scrolls. They all knew of him of course, knew the role he played in the Second War and of the false accusations leveled against him.

They were worried they would have to be kind.

They needn’t have. No one could have Hermione Granger teach them personally for a year and not improve in all aspects. His potions may not have been textbook perfection, he may not have fully transfigured his toad, but Hagrid had clearly worked hard to master his long dormant abilities.

Rubeus Hagrid may not have followed the traditional path to wisdom.  But he had a new wand, the (sometimes grudging) respect of his peers, classes to teach and 6 OWLs.

Including the highest score ever recorded on Care of Magical Creatures.

(written and submitted by ppyajunebug; please excuse me, because I have something in my eye. Oh yes, it is my joyful tears. ppyajunebug has a way of bringing those out of me, you see. Their submissions tackle some of the saddest moments in canon, turning them around and making something beautiful out of them.)

THIS WAS SO STINKIN CUTE EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS

This appeared on my dash and I smiled. I’m glad it’s still going around, and that people are still affected by it! Definitely the most popular thing I’ve ever written…

(via muffinbuttblainers)


kaciart:

This is a continuation of this idea
"This is serious Bucky"
Bit seriously, who does Steve even go to for help? What kind of progress has been made on the Super Soldier Serum?

kaciart:

This is a continuation of this idea

"This is serious Bucky"

Bit seriously, who does Steve even go to for help? What kind of progress has been made on the Super Soldier Serum?

(via genuinewarmdecentfeeling)


kaciart:

There was a suggestion made by pcturtl that Steve could have switched places with his preserum self - So younger Bucky’s suddenly after acquiring a levelled up version of his bestie.
And WS Bucky who was in the midst of his mission, got lumped with sickly Steve.
So he’s aware that this is still the mission. But it’s voided if the mission dies from whatever wealth of ailments this kid seems to be suffering from. I also imagine that Steve is triggering all kinds of flashbacks for Bucky.
And younger Bucky is probably like *________*  ”You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?”

kaciart:

There was a suggestion made by pcturtl that Steve could have switched places with his preserum self - So younger Bucky’s suddenly after acquiring a levelled up version of his bestie.

And WS Bucky who was in the midst of his mission, got lumped with sickly Steve.

So he’s aware that this is still the mission. But it’s voided if the mission dies from whatever wealth of ailments this kid seems to be suffering from. I also imagine that Steve is triggering all kinds of flashbacks for Bucky.

And younger Bucky is probably like *________*  ”You look cold. Want to use me as a blanket?”


fenrispenris:

HEY, GUESS HOW MUCH CULLEN FANS CARE ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU HATE CULLEN? NONE, ZERO, ZIP. STOP RAMMING IT DOWN OUR THROATS ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU HATE HIM. WE GET IT, WE DON’T CARE, IT WON’T KEEP US FROM LIKING HIM.

(via inquisitorwren)



sothinky:

atouchofbroadway:

assvengrrs:

Glee AU|Superpowers: “Kurt, where’s my hair gel?!” aka Blaine is a superhero whose power originates from his hair gel and Kurt just wants one prom night without the world ending. (inspired from here)

The world needs to stop forever to read this because holy damn fuck I laughed for a good five minutes at this because it just combine my two favorite things ever

This is one of the best AU GIFsets I’ve seen in a while. Maybe ever. Perfect characterization is perfect.

(via knittywriter)