cubiculo:

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MTE, C, M.T.E. 

*counts down the days*

cubiculo:

Scene: Middle of a Darren Criss Song:

DARREN AND AUDIENCE: I LIKE PLAYING FOR LOVE…

DARREN: I’ve got… uh… what is it? Guys, what’s next?

AUDIENCE: I’VE GOT ARMS AND YOU’VE GOT LEGS

DARREN: Oh! Okay, cool :D :D I’ve got arms and…

jfc, darren. all the time. lol. YOU GIANT DORK.

acciodarren-criss:

(x) Just look at his tongue. You’ll see why I’m infatuated with this bit.

ibangmyowndrum:

Let’s make every day Darren Criss In A Suit Appreciation Day!

chanoaji:

The Many Life-Ruining Faces of Darren Criss  (clockwise from top left)

Sexy husband who’s just gotten home from work and looks happy but worn out and in need of a massage

That cute guy next door who suddenly turns into a sex god when you see him take his shirt off

Perfectly dapper date for high society event because he keeps up with current global affairs and wears the appropriate country’s flag colors as his pocket square

The hot as hell best man who not only remembered the rings, but looks drop dead gorgeous even after only getting 1.5 hours of sleep between the stag party and picking up the groom for church

Music major guy at your college who you wrote a mortifying 15-page love letter to that you keep folded up in your bag just in case someone finds it (mother, siblings, evil friends who will end up giving it to him)

The prom date who would never rush you into anything and insists on a demure kiss goodnight when he drops you back home promptly at 11pm - while you slowly die inside because you’d drunk too much and reeeaally wished he had just stolen a horse or something so you can both ride away and have wild sex in a forest glade/moonlit beach/parking lot at Wal-Mart

*cough* That’s just what I think of, anyway.