The home of my Glee/Klaine fandom, with a heavy emphasis on he that is Colfer. There will be a little Adam Lambert, Matt Bomer, politics and pugs thrown in for fun.

I do post about Chris and Will, occasionally about Darren and Mia, both in a positive light. If that bothers you, this probably isn't the place for you.

Fic links are to the left. Please to enjoy.

This is not a spoiler free blog! I do try to tag, but I get to flailing and sometimes forget.


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interludepress:

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Evan was used to distractions in the kitchen. His job was buoyed by auditory distractions: printers clicking a constant tick-tick-tick of new orders; cooks chattering about the food, their horrible mothers-in-law and how drunk they’d gotten the night before; expeditors shouting orders and the general clang-sizzle-hiss of food prep all served not only as a droned soundtrack, but also a constant distraction. You learned to work with it, if not for it.

But this distraction—Patrick’s lips moving up the curve of his neck, hot breath tickling his ear right before the damp warmth of his tongue traced the shell of it; Patrick’s arm wrapped firmly around his waist, hand dipping knuckle deep into the waistband of his lounge pants, the other covering his own hand on the sauté pan handle, “helping” him flip the asparagus over the heat—was a distraction he could not get used to.

Not that he wanted to. Not at all. 

* * *

Chef Evan Stanford steadily climbed New York City’s culinary ladder, earning himself the Rising Star James Beard award and an executive chef position at an acclaimed restaurant. But in his quest to build his reputation, he forgot what got him there: the lessons on food—and life—from a loving hometown neighbor.

Patrick Sullivan is contented keeping the memory of his grandmother’s Irish cooking alive through the food he prepares in a Brooklyn diner. But when Chef Stanford walks in for a meal, Patrick is swept up by his drive, forcing him to reconsider if a contented life is a fulfilled one.

The two men begin a journey through their culinary histories, falling into an easy friendship. But even with the joys of their burgeoning love, can they tap into that secret recipe of great love, great food and transcendent joy?

Release Date: December 2, 2014

Pre-Orders Begin: October 2, 2014

Pricing: $15.99 print / $9.99 multi-format eBook (US price)

Pages: 278

ISBN: 978-1-941530-17-7

US/Canada: Order the print edition from the Interlude Store before November 18th and receive the DRM-free, multi-format eBook for free.

International Orders: Chef’s Table will be available to order from most book retailers starting December 2nd. Submit a copy of your receipt to promotions@interludepress.com by February 2, 2015 and receive the eBook for free.

humansofnewyork:

"She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"She taught me how to dance. We actually met at a graduation party. I was the only one not on the dance floor, and her friend bet her that she couldn’t get me to dance. I’d already said ‘no’ to ten girls, but she talked me into it. We were together 55 years. She died eight years ago, but I still dance every day."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

Tagged as: #hony  #in mexico 

tenaciouscorpse:

islette:

if you can’t beat them, dress better than them

did kurt hummel write this

lilienwolf:

Klaine - True Love [x]

First try at drawing something since my hand surgery last week. I used one of my ooooooold Digimon fanarts as a base (Yeah, you’re allowed to laugh about the old pic) - it was a great way to see how much I improved in the last years. What do you think?

line126:

【Ninja!Chris】

"I’m not going to apologize for not being some delicate flower that needs his boyfriend to protect him."

It is a request from @sublimeglooom who wants ” a drawing of chris in his black undershirt doing the thing with his sai swords”.

Full scale download

 I’m pretty sure that he is the only person who can look so good with so many wounds in face. LOL. I’m a plastic surgeon, trust me, I’ve seen many wounded faces!

randomactsofdouchebaggery:

antique-erotic:

Printed on the 7th of August, 1900, and likely taken several years earlier, a beautiful shot by Wilhelm von Gloeden - one of his splendid shapely young Sicilian men poses overlooking the rocky landscape above the fishing village of Taormina.

I’m not going to say this looks like *someone* but if you see it I won’t argue with you.


Sweet mother of pearl…

randomactsofdouchebaggery:

antique-erotic:

Printed on the 7th of August, 1900, and likely taken several years earlier, a beautiful shot by Wilhelm von Gloeden - one of his splendid shapely young Sicilian men poses overlooking the rocky landscape above the fishing village of Taormina.

I’m not going to say this looks like *someone* but if you see it I won’t argue with you.

Sweet mother of pearl…

Tagged as: #nsfw 
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Lynn Charles, BNF and BAMF

Haha! You are so full of shit. Which, you know, is actually a good quality in my circles.

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