#barracutie

[coomanfu]

Dat Barracutie, rule 63 Barracuda.

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I was tagged by thesadvoyager!

Rule #1: Always post the rules. Rule #2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones. Rule #3: Tag 11 people and link them in this post. Rule #4: Tell them you tagged them.

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1. A Daft Punk lyric that means a lot to you?

The lyrics to "Harder Better Faster Stronger" just because I have so many happy memories to that song.

2. Do you like to draw?

I LOVE TO DRAW YOU HAVE NO IDEA. This is the reason I'm a Graphic Design Major.

3. Do you like Lady Gaga? lol

Yes! I don't like ALL her songs, but I do enjoy most of them. I'm still debating if I want to post her on my blog or not, but I do enjoy all the posts I see on my dash.

4. If you could meet and talk to Thomas OR Guy for five minutes, who would it be?

Oh that's hard.... I think maybe Guy? Because when he DOES talk, it's pure gold.

5. How tall are you?

5 foot 2 and 3/4 inches! I'm pretty short, yeah.

6. Name one food you like a lot.

Cheese. Okay, listen. I wrote a 10 page paper for an advanced college writing course about cheese and I was one of the 4 people who got 100%. I watch cheese documentaries in my spare time. I can say cheese in several different languages. I really love cheese okay.

7. Why do you think Thomas has his mouth open all the time?

Because his pillowy lips just can't hold all his glory.

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I TAG:

mrbubonic barracutie moriartii heckagood apocalypsekenesis shy-robots missammunition leahthefannybandit blushbot somethingaboutdaftpunk trashpunkydaft

MY QUESTIONS!

What's the meaning behind your url?

What was the first Daft Punk Song you ever listened to?

You get the chance to see your favorite band in concert! What do you do in preparation?

What would be your perfect birthday gift?

Do you have a favorite tumblr artist? Who are they? (For any kind of art! Visual, music, writting...)

If you could tell your younger self anything, what would you tell them?

Who's your favorite super hero?

What's your guilty pleasure?

If you could be anyone for a day, who would you be?

Favorite TV show?

Did you know you're a beautiful person that deserves so much love? Feel special because I love you!

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((So remember that thing last week when I said I was going to reply to everybody's roleplays when I finished my cubism essay? Well I was given ANOTHER essay for a different class the same day I hard to turn the cubism one in. So that's what I've been working on all this week. However, my second essay is now turned in! That means that I WILL REPLY TO ALL THREADS TONIGHT after play rehearsal! Some people I've left hanging a lot longer than others [so so sorry barracutie! Please forgive me!] but I plan to right that tonight. So just keep a lookout!))

[dyr0ne]

barracutie said: OMNGHFGFGGG HOLY SHIIIIT HOLY SHIT THATS THE HOTTEST OMG IM SO HAPPY

awe i just saw this i just ;____; i am glad you are happy i loooove your art so much SOB

[carboniccassiopeia]

also here is happy labelau to balance out all the angst

[dddrones]

barracutie replied to your photo:look its a companion piece to that other one im...

TRULY INCREDIBLE

YOU FLATTER ME 

[dyr0ne]

barracutie replied to your photo:i keep drawing shet he he eh

OMGGGGG OUR PICTURES MATCH I LOVE THISSSS :’3cccc

I KNO RIGHT THIS IS PERF I JUST

[ledamemangociana]

pleeeeeaaasssseeee more Dean sleeps with Martin to make his boys jealous? Pleeeeeeaaaaseeee?

"Oh look," Martin says, smirk tiny in the corner of his mouth, "You’re back."

"Oh, like you really object to it," Dean snorts, "Can I come in?"

Martin steps aside to let Dean through. “Trouble in polyamorous paradise again?” he asks, and Dean clicks his tongue.

"Why must you always assume that I come to you only when those two shitheads are being shitheads?" Dean scoffs lightly.

"Why must you only come to me when those two shitheads are being shitheads?" Martin shoots back.

"Touchè," Dean says with a small laugh as Martin closes the door behind him.

"So what can I do you for this time, my little golden nugget?” Martin asks.

"Didn’t I fucking say not to call me that?" Dean retorts, although there’s a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, "Jesus."

"I like seeing you irritated," Martin replies with a shrug, "But really though. To what do I owe the unexpected pleasure of your company this evening?"

"To the fact that I am a klutz and have somehow lost my house key," Dean sighs, launching himself onto Martin’s couch, stretching along the length of it, "And Richard and Aidan aren’t going to be back for a few more hours."

"And you just assumed that I wouldn’t be out tonight myself, is that it?" Martin asks, "I think I’m offended."

"I am here on your couch, bored to death and half-horny," Dean states, "Are you really that offended?”

Despite himself, Martin laughs at the feigned innocence on Dean’s face. “Yes, but only because you won’t keep your fucking DMs off my sofa,” he answers, pushing Dean’s feet off and making space for himself, only to have Dean put his legs up across Martin’s lap once he’s settled in, “Won’t you get in trouble for this though? Coming to me, I mean.”

Dean shrugs, picking at his fingernails (he’s been painting again a bit, apparently). “I think they almost expect it now,” he tells Martin, “I think they’d be more pissed off or worried if I went to anyone else. As a matter of fact, 20 dollars says this is the first place they’ll look once they come back and realize I’m not home.”

There’s a twinkle in Dean’s eyes that Martin just can’t resist. Damn him.

"20 dollars," Martin agrees, "And a full night."

Dean raises an eyebrow at him from the other end of the sofa, and isn’t that just adorable. “What, like a date?” he asks.

"If you want to call it that, sure," Martin says, "Loser pays for dinner and dessert. Winner gets…Well, winner gets the loser in bed all night."

Dean seems to be frozen in thought. He blinks at Martin a few times, as if he’s not quite comprehending what’s going on. “You do know I’m going to win this bet, right?” he points out, eyes narrowing slightly.

Martin cannot keep the sly smile off his face, but Lord knows he tries. “My dear man, I am all but counting on it,” he chuckles, “Why? Not quite so up to the challenge of fucking my brains out?”

Dean swallows slow and thick, and Martin’s eyes are drawn to the movement in his throat. “I’ll show you who isn’t up,” he mutters, moving his legs across Martin’s crotch deliberately slowly as he pulls himself up into a seated position, “But just in case, would you be interested in giving me a few pointers?”

"Don’t act like you haven’t fucked your share of pretty boys, pretty boy," Martin snorts, "I’ve seen how those hips can move like a fucking stripper."

"Jealous, old man?" Dean teases, lips inches from Martin’s.

"Not in the slightest," Martin answers, drawing Dean onto his lap as Dean’s mouth all but crashes onto his, his kiss open and hot and needy.