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mrstottenI'm sick :(
My darling son gave me the tummy bug from hell AND I still had to go to work cos my boss is an arse!!!!!!
Also, my obsession with JDM is getting to the scary stages!!!!
and I'm sick
Cheer me up oh beloved flist, please *bats eyelashes*
cheer up pics, recs, hugs, anything!!!! will be greeted with joy !!!!
My darling son gave me the tummy bug from hell AND I still had to go to work cos my boss is an arse!!!!!!
Also, my obsession with JDM is getting to the scary stages!!!!
and I'm sick
Cheer me up oh beloved flist, please *bats eyelashes*
cheer up pics, recs, hugs, anything!!!! will be greeted with joy !!!!
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:33 pm (UTC)I HEART YOU SO FREAKING MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY BOYS
*sqishy hugs June and her boys*
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:25 pm (UTC)http://www.coolfreeimages.net/images/hugs/hugs_05.jpg
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:33 pm (UTC)Thanks hon
HUGS
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:34 pm (UTC)I don't really have time to talk right now, so all I can offer is *hugs* and a funny picture:
*huggles some more*
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:44 pm (UTC)meep
yay for hot JDM pics
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:46 pm (UTC)Sorry hun did you say something there, was too busy, dying over EPIC neck porn.
Yum
eriously how did the people at the con RESTRAIN themselves at THIS
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 01:51 pm (UTC)Hope your brother is feeling better.
{{{hugs}}} back :D
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Date: 2009-04-16 08:56 pm (UTC)I know how that is.
And also?
Have a picspam which I didn't make but someone else did and it's very hot!
<333
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-16 09:32 pm (UTC)(I emailed a very old friend yesterday who I kinda wanted to get back in touch with....but I was maybe a little too jokey /insulting in the message and her reply was curt to say the least. I feel like a jerk and a rejected jerk at that!) It wasn't allways the most healthy of friendships but lately I kind of find my RL friends very dull compared to all you gorgeous fangirls on LJ. And they are all way to stepford wifey for me try and explain slash too. So Hugs to you lassie <3 You probably didn't wanna hear a rant on why my day sucked too...Sorry Babe.
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:57 pm (UTC)Aww, sorry to hear about the old friend honey
{{{hugs }}}} back!!!
My granma always told me that friends come into your life for
"a reason, a season or a lifetime"
I fully believe that, but it is still hard losing touch :(
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Date: 2009-04-16 09:45 pm (UTC)And a photo of Cas to cheer you up...
And one of laughing Jensen...
xx
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:58 pm (UTC)loving the pics and the hugs
*squishy hugs V tight*
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Date: 2009-04-16 11:38 pm (UTC)This one is huge so follow the link.
http://pics.livejournal.com/goth_clark/pic/007x9gey
I hope that cheers you up. *hugs*
My son gives me everything he gets.
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Date: 2009-04-17 02:01 pm (UTC)Giant JDM and Jensen ALWAYS cheers me up :D
it's horrible isnt it, you spend a week looking after them and feeling horrible cos they're not well, then youjust feel horrible cos theyve given you whate ver they had :D
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Date: 2009-04-17 02:00 am (UTC)AngelTV
Like Wile E. Coyote
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Date: 2009-04-17 02:16 pm (UTC)I remember the time you had of it Mar/Apr !! Kids :D hey thank goodness theyre cute :D
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Date: 2009-04-17 02:18 pm (UTC)Tie P0rn!!! we completely forgot that one the other day :)
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:43 am (UTC)((HUGS))
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Date: 2009-04-17 12:49 pm (UTC)Until the Breaking of the Day
http://dira.dreamwidth.org/478804.html
Dean/Castiel. PG-13. 1,357 words.
In which Dean asks an anatomical question, and receives a theological answer.
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Date: 2009-04-17 01:00 pm (UTC)Re:JDM. Everytime I see a picture of him, my panties go BOOM. I love that guy.
C.A.S Pt 1
Date: 2009-04-17 08:59 pm (UTC)C.A.S.
His skin was sore, though Jim had covered his fresh tattoo carefully with plenty of gauze to keep his shirt from rubbing against it. He could make it heal, but he didn’t. He wasn’t sure why, but he just didn’t want to yet.
Dean
He’d been marked and Castiel wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
He was still turning it over in his head when Dean complained that he was starving –again, he’d just eaten breakfast three hours ago- and pulled into a spot in front of a cheerily decorated place whose sign boasted hot coffee and the best apple pie in the county.
Castiel had no need to eat, but he was content to watch Dean do so and he slid in to the booth across from him. Castiel politely declined the offer of coffee from the waitress, but watched with interest as Dean accepted eagerly, and then took his first sip.
“What’s it like?” Castiel asked, and Dean’s brow furrowed a little.
“What’s what like?” he asked Castiel.
“Coffee. Some people find that it’s bitter and add things like sugar or cream to make it more palatable,” Castiel explained.
“Pussies,” Dean declared, taking another drink of his.
“Is it bitter?” Castiel continued to question.
“Dude, you want a sip, or what?” Dean held the steaming mug out, offering it to him.
“No,” Castiel said, hardly able to hear himself aloud.
The waitress brought out Dean’s pie, and Castiel watched as Dean picked up his fork; the long stainless steel tines gleaming in the artificially bright phosphorous lighting of the restaurant. Dean sunk his implement into the flaky layers, through the chunky and fragrant apples, all the way down until he connected to the porcelain plate.
He brought it up slowly, savoring the moment, and Castiel watched as Dean’s eyes closed at the same moment that the pie laden fork made contact with his mouth. His lips were next, and Castiel couldn’t help but lean slightly forward as Dean pulled the fork out slowly.
His jaw was working, just a little, as he chewed the special delicacy, and Castiel’s eyes went to the fork again, still in Dean’s hand.
He really wished he was a fork right about now.
Dean opened his eyes, and Castiel tried to compose himself. They were in public after all.
Castiel wet his lips, and tried to ignore the lazy grin that Dean was giving him. He knew, like he always knew when Castiel was struggling.
“You want some, Cas?” Dean asked, his tone low and full of double meaning.
“No,” Castiel lied, and barely felt that pang any more when he did so.
“You sure? Because I could give you some.” Dean offered again, his eyes staring at Castiel intensely. Castiel fidgeted uncomfortably. His pants had gotten tight again, and he willed himself to think of something else. Dean raised an eyebrow and the fork, simultaneously.
“I’m sure,” Castiel murmured.
“It doesn’t bother you to watch me eat does it? I mean, I feel kind of rude,” Dean went on, already plunging the fork back into the pie again. He brought it back up, and looked at Castiel, expecting some sort of response.
“It doesn’t bother me.” That was easier to say, because bothered wasn’t the word that pinpointed the effect that Dean’s eating was having on him at all. Therefore, it wasn’t exactly a lie.
Dean grinned and resumed eating the dessert, making a show of it. It was completely pornographic, and Dean even licked the fork clean in between bites. Castiel noticed the waitress fan herself on more than one occasion.
“Are you finished?” Castiel asked when Dean finally set the fork down on the plate. Castiel half expected him to lick the crumbs off of it, too.
“Nope,” Dean’s grin was lewd. “But we can leave now.”
Re: C.A.S Pt 1
Date: 2009-04-17 09:13 pm (UTC)Hee, Dean is a hobbit, breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, lunch, mid afternoon Tea, supper, second supper
“Pussies,” Dean declared, taking another drink of his.
Hee that’s it you tell them Deano
The waitress brought out Dean’s pie, and Castiel watched as Dean picked up his fork; the long stainless steel tines gleaming in the artificially bright phosphorous lighting of the restaurant. Dean sunk his implement into the flaky layers, through the chunky and fragrant apples, all the way down until he connected to the porcelain plate.,/i>
Seriously, only YOU whilst writing flashfic porn!!!! Could put in a couple of lines so beautifully descriptive, they make me want to sing, this was a lovely image
He really wished he was a fork right about now.
Me too
“It doesn’t bother you to watch me eat does it? I mean, I feel kind of rude,” Dean went on, already plunging the fork back into the pie again. He brought it back up, and looked at Castiel, expecting some sort of response.
I love that even though he felt rude he kept going :D
I sympatise with the waitress
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From:C.A.S. Pt 2/2
Date: 2009-04-17 09:02 pm (UTC)Maybe he was an angel who was doing something unheard of and having a hot, torrid affair with a man, but he was still an angel, and he wasn’t born yesterday.
Dean seemed almost disappointed. Castiel resisted the urge to smirk himself, that whatever sly, teasing, seductive response that Dean had obviously planned, would just have to wait.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Castiel grabbed a fistful of Dean’s jacket and moved them: a rush of wings, heat and blurred motion, until they were in the back alley. He didn’t wait for Dean to catch his breath, or complain that he ‘hated it when Castiel did that’.
Castiel shoved Dean against the rough brick wall and captured those coffee drinking, pie eating lips with his own. He took his time and savored each and every flavor as Dean had done in the diner. He identified the lingering taste of sweet, -apples, cinnamon, nutmeg- against the small hint of bitter as he suck lightly at Dean’s tongue until Dean gave a small moan, the same one Castiel had wanted to give just minutes before.
When Castiel was fully satisfied that he’d experienced the taste of coffee and apple pie to the utmost, he let Dean go. Panting, Dean looked at him, confused as to why he’d stopped. He bucked his hips against Castiel’s, grinding his hard cock against Castiel’s thigh, and hissing slightly in frustration that Castiel wasn’t doing anything.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Dean. Did you want some?” Castiel asked coyly, echoing Dean from earlier.
“You…oh come on,” Dean breathed, bucking again. Castiel took a step back.
“You’re kidding me,” Dean said, still out of breath, and leaning against the wall for support.
It was Castiel’s turn to give a self satisfied smirk, and Dean’s eyes went a little wide with realization. Castiel turned around and started walking out of the alley.
“Dude, you are not even…are you kidding me??” Dean called after him. His voice was exasperated.
Castiel had decided, sometimes between bites number five and six, that he was fine with being marked as Dean’s. As long as he knew that Dean was also his as well.
The sound of Dean’s hurrying steps after him, told Castiel that he was.
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The end. Someone else will have to write what happens when they get back to the motel room. *waggles eyebrows* (Also OMG this goes nicely with the pretty pic you got of Misha and his tongue.)
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Date: 2009-04-17 09:20 pm (UTC)Man that coat is getting a work out!!!!
Dean stopped short twice on the way out, and Castiel knew that he had done it on purpose, hoping Castiel would run into the back of him.,
Hee!!!! I LOVE naughty Dean
Castiel shoved Dean against the rough brick wall and captured those coffee drinking, pie eating lips with his own,/i>
Yay!!!!! Wall Slamming porn FTW!!!!!!
He took his time and savored each and every flavor as Dean had done in the diner. He identified the lingering taste of sweet, -apples, cinnamon, nutmeg- against the small hint of bitter as he suck lightly at Dean’s tongue until Dean gave a small moan, the same one Castiel had wanted to give just minutes before.,/i>
Meep, where is that waitresses fan when you need it???
“Oh, I’m sorry, Dean. Did you want some?” Castiel asked coyly, echoing Dean from earlier.
“You…oh come on,” Dean breathed, bucking again. Castiel took a step back.
“You’re kidding me,” Dean said, still out of breath, and leaning against the wall for support.
Oh Bad Cas!!!!!! Getting poor Dean all worked up like that!!!! Then leaving him hanging :D
Castiel had decided, sometimes between bites number five and six, that he was fine with being marked as Dean’s. As long as he knew that Dean was also his as well.
The sound of Dean’s hurrying steps after him, told Castiel that he was.
Awww
Loved, loved, loved this and LOVE YOU. Food porn, wall slamming porn, tongue porn, everything a girl needs in a cheer up present, this was funny and sweet, and HOT HOT HOT
Yay
Twirly hugs you (even though we apparently do that too much) :D