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[yoyo-inspace]

Playlist: lemon Popsicle

I am sorry I had no idea what this was (except for the obvious which is a lemon popsicle) so I googled it and apparently it’s a movie and I have no idea about it though you can find the soundtrack here.

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS I’m sorry I’ve failed

[farashasilver]

Sloth

Something I dislike about myself: My temper. I questioned for a long time whether I should try to go into teaching as a career because patience is not my strong suit and I get very annoyed very quickly at things like deliberate helplessness and willful ignorance. I like to consider myself a pretty chill person 99% of the time but I recognize that while I am super chill in a crisis or when it comes to huge stuff, I am really easy to piss off when it’s something relatively inconsequential. Which is odd to me because I definitely feel like it should be the other way around. I’m the kind of person that doesn’t get mad when life happens - like when we suddenly got a $1200 vet bill dropped on our heads because the cat needed surgery, I was immediately in “work the problem” mode and had no time for being pissed off at the circumstance. But I get real fucking snarky real fucking fast when my husband leaves the goddamn bread out on the counter for the billionth fucking time and the dogs eat it.

So yeah. My temper is definitely something about myself I’m not fond of.

[whatsanapocalae]

Well if you need to spew in a message my ask is ways open :)

thank you!

[whatsanapocalae]

I don't know what I can do to help you, but if you need to talk about anything I am willing to listen. I can't act like I know what you're going through because I don't know, but I can chat if you need it.

oh thank you! I normally just spew it all out on tumblr and then am done. I just... this is a hard week, yknow? And it’s been really hard on my LI too so I feel bad about making things about me when they’re suffering depression gunk too. 

[gadreil]

Tombstone is my favorite movie because I am actual trash.

I’ve never heard of it. but I’ll google it ;)

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want one? (blacklist “blogrates” if you don’t want to see these)

[phillypies]

Rosemary

ooh yes having a big rosemary shrub is my ultimate garden goal :)

not my style / ooh kinda cute / cool blog! / damn son / can i be you??comments/criticism: idk if i like the blue post background? your theme is pretty cool though :)following?: yes / no / now

new blog (no more rates <3)

[whatsanapocalae]

thranduilgreenleaf

There’s something about it, something that Dean can’t explain, about how hot it is when Sam is sitting there, all massive and legs spread wide, blunt between his lips, and tolkein between his fingers. Dean is fully capable of reading to himself, but when Sam reads out loud, the words get the life that the writer had planned for them. 

Sam was either the most attractive person Dean had ever seen, or this was some really good stuff. Regardless, he was hard, and aching, so he undid his pants and lay on his back on the motel bed, closing his eyes to hear Sam read. He slid a hand down into the denim and rubbed himself, not stroking, not holding, just rubbing, as if that would be enough. 

Sam was reading and then he was stammering and stuttering and Dean opened his eyes, saw Sam staring at him. 

“This isnt the first time you’ve seen me whack it.” Dean groaned, palming himself harder. Sam’s eyes were glassy. 

“Mind if I join?” Sam took another drag from the joint.

Dean smiled then stood up from the bed and pulled his pants off the rest of the way. 

“Sure, hell, I’ll make you feel amazing as long as you keep reading.”

Sam smiled and handed Dean the joint as he approached so that he’d have both hands free to pull down his pants. Dean inhaled the cannabis till his head was swimming with it and then he dove down onto Sam’s cock, languishing on the floor between his legs, lips tight around his cock as he handed the joint back. 

He held Sam there, in his mouth, until he started reading again. Only then did he tense his jaw, start moving his tongue, and pull Sam into his throat. There was a battle above him, elves, and dwarves, and hobbits, but in his mouth there was his little brother’s massive dick. 

He took himself in hand, jerked himself while he swallowed Sam’s length, pumped himself rough and hard, listening to the story while while getting them both to the edge. Sam only stopped reading when he came, groaning, his cock pulsing as he filled Dean’s mouth with his semen. Dean was soon after, spilling himself onto the motel room floor. 

[marhya]

Thranduil Greenleaf, Lord of Mirkwood.