truth meme

[memed]

TRUTH MEME

you can't hold it in any longer. for some reason, be it a curse or just hit up side your conscious, you're now forced to tell only the truth.

①Post your character.
②Post to other characters.
③Have fun, anything goes.
④Profit.

Comments

Kurt Hummel ★ GLEE

[justbeingaqueen]

[jew_hawk]

Okay, dude... I seriously gotta know...

How bad does anal hurt when you first do it? Because holy shit, it just seems like it would be ridiculous.

[justbeingaqueen]

It's a penis, Puckerman, not a tank. A tank in your butt would be ridiculous, a penis is not ridiculous. Just so we clear that misunderstanding up.

In saying that, it hurt like a bitch and I'm still learning lube control.

[jew_hawk]

Dude, but everybody and their brother has heard the rumors about Blaine's dick size... And they've been confirmed to me by a very reliable source... Which means that it could be similar if you know what I mean... Wink wink, nudge nudge?

Lube control? That sounds like some kind of governmental agency for buttsex. "Paid for by the Center for Lube Control with a grant from the President's Council on Anal."

[justbeingaqueen]

Blaine's hung like a dinosaur. Short doesn't always equal small, you know. It's not rumour. They've been confi... WHO THE HELL HAS SEEN BLAINE'S DICK?! WHO IS IT? DEAD MAN WALKING!

Have you walked into a lot of doors in your life? Sniffed glue when you were a kid? I don't want to discuss the president's orgy schedule. My dad works for him now. Some places my mind never needs to go.

[jew_hawk]

No worries! I have eyes in the medical world... And your man doesn't like to keep his hospital gown down when he's on pain meds.

No... It's just what it sounded like. What exactly is lube control anyway?!

[justbeingaqueen]

He's like that with towels. And sheets. He was so off his face when he was getting his eyeball done. I hope he at least flashed someone worthy. He was trying to tell my dad to use The Force to fix cars and that Cooper was the Goblin King in secret, because LOL, spandex pants.

That fine like between too much and too little. Too little, you're going to be sitting awkwardly for days and telling people you pulled a hamstring. Too much, and it's like the ghost in Ghostbusters got a little too up in your nether region's business, if you know what I'm saying.

[jew_hawk]

It was someone who appreciated from afar and would never dream of trying it on with him, so no worries. There was also the time right after I shaved my hawk when he asked if I could glue it back on, because I didn't look like his BFF anymore. LOL.

So you have the overly-slick asshole of doom, or the holy-shit-that-hurts asshole of doom?

[justbeingaqueen]

Good. I'm too young to share a cell with OJ. And I need at least another primary colour to balance with orange or it makes me look jaundice. My darling and his painkillers really aren't an OTP, are they?

Yes, shit does hurt. In case that was your next question. The former is always better than the latter though, unless you're into that sort of thing.

[jew_hawk]

True... Too classy, too. Dude, I'd bring you scarves and shit to prison to accessorize your coveralls. LOL. They really are, man... That's a deep connection Blainer's has with that shit. LOL.

How'd you know?! Yeah, I'm gonna guess having to sit in class after skimping on the lube is probably one of the less pleasant things in life.

[justbeingaqueen]

Aww, Puck, I'm touched. This is thanks for coming to see you in juvie last year, isn't it? Just please don't buy the scarves off eBay or let Blaine choose them with you. I adore him and he makes me want to randomly hump him in public, but that last thing I want is Elmo or Han Solo hanging around my neck. All I can say is that at least he's not a hippy. I don't think my nerves could tolerate him being constantly doped on weed.

Because you're as predictable as pee in a kiddie pool. Oh, it took high skill. The last thing I needed was Coach Sylvester offering to buy me a doughnut pillow again.

[jew_hawk]

Something like that, yeah. And I won't. I'll get them someplace nice... No Target or Wal-Mart, either. I know better than that. You want to fuck Blaine, even when he wears Elmo or Han Solo, though. LOL. Dude, weed might actually mellow him out a little.

She offered to buy you a doughnut pillow? Oh, my God, I... LOLOL!

[justbeingaqueen]

You don't want to go to Target with Blaine anyway. You will never get him out of the toy department. I had to feign illness to get him out last time. I really do. I want to fuck him all the the time. I even want to fuck him more when we're already doing it. No. Don't you even think about it, Puckerman or I'll run over your balls with a bulldozer.

I actually may have needed one! Why am I telling this?

[funked]

Does it bother that once again Rachel took the stage from you? You nailed your audition and still she somehow beat you out.

[justbeingaqueen]

Yes, well, I'm not a creepy stalker who cries whenever I don't get my own way. Some people in this world have to accept loss with class. But I've lived my entire high school career with her trying to tear me down for being her biggest competition, so what else is new? I wish her all the best and I hope it bites for her to abruptly find herself on the bottom of the feeding pyramid. It's New York. She's not going to be the queen bee there like she was handed at McKinley. Unlike Rachel, I never banked on certainty at NYADA. I never assumed I was better than any other people auditioning.

[funked]

You are good though, Kurt. You shouldn't forget it.

[justbeingaqueen]

Oh, I know that. I might be classy, but talent is not something I'm willing to lather in modesty. I know I'm good, better than a lot, and that is what has pissed me off so much about this whole thing. I'm just as talented as Rachel, and I nailed my audition where she choked. I just can't seem to catch a freaking break, no matter what I do.

[funked]

[For a moment, Jesse actually has some sympathy.]

That's how things have been since I graduated. Are you still going off to New York?

[justbeingaqueen]

[Kurt paused in his huff off annoyance over the whole subject (he wouldn't admit to pity parties) and glanced at Jesse, the penny dropped that maybe they really were in the same boat. That was frankly just... odd for him to contemplate. He used to want to make the guy wear his own pubes as a hat once upon a time, and still attached to his body too.]

I just realised I don't actually hate you anymore. We should get coffee sometime. Does it get easier to swallow or does that pissed knotted feeling of rejection never quite leave your gut? And... I don't know. Not right now. I'm considering a gap year.

[funked]

[He mulls it over. He's already admitted Kurt was good. Why not? It certainly wouldn't hurt anything. He nods and pulls out his phone. Here, Kurt -- put in your number.]

Not really. If you realize you peaked in high school? That those phenomenal dreams of being on Broadway were just ridiculous... no, the pit in your stomach will always be there. Key is to never settle though. Constantly do things to try and make yourself better, get you somewhere.

[justbeingaqueen]

[Kurt just automatically puts his number into Jesse's phone, saves it, and then hands it back. He was pretty much a social network guru these days. He would die without Facebook and Twitter. If someone took his phone away, he would need a defibrillator. His nose scrunched up a little in contemplation as he placed the phone back into Jesse's hand.]

I'm not sure I so much as peaked, as was on the wrong path all along. There was a big part of me that just went along with Rachel for the ride, and you know how pushy she can be most of the time. Maybe I just wanted it as a chance to beat her for once? I'm pissed I didn't get in, but I'm not exactly mourning the loss. Broadway was only ever one notch on my bucket list. Do you think you'll stick to coaching Vocal Adrenaline, or are you still going to aim higher?

[funked]

[He pockets his phone after a moment and nods.]

You'll find it then. [And he meant it.] I'm feeling it out. I'd like to try my hand at New York, but who knows.

[justbeingaqueen]

[Kurt puffed his cheeks out and then let the breath go with a sigh, but he did have to reluctantly nod.]

Trying to stay optimistic is the hardest part. I still want to go to New York, but without anything to really go to, it seems pointless. I'd rather not be miserable, lonely and bored. Too many high buildings there to cater to random bouts of depression. I just want something thrill me. Give me a reason to keep setting the bar high.

[funked]

Then find your niche here, network, work up to a reason to go to New York. [He shrugs.]

Try a few local troops, see what they have to offer. It's meaningless and generally not that good, but I'm sure you can shake it up.

[justbeingaqueen]

[Kurt just looked faintly nauseated at the thought of that and he chewed on the inner corner of his lip.]

Honestly, the thought of staying here makes me feel like a failure. I've banked so long on getting out of this place after school that I feel like there is some giant invisible force around the town keeping me in, like a weird sci-fi meets bad comedy movie. I could just go, but I'm scared to go to nothing.