... balanced (did I say "Pretty!" ?) pieces is very seductive. With the fat soft practice crackers I make (6" of decored braided shoelace, with the fall threaded up the tube about an inch, then a half inch of whipping to hold it) they don't pop very loud unless you push them pretty hard. I got a knot in the fluff of one cracker (having nails can come in very handy sometimes :o) after I got it out my ...
... from the bottle and watching the Toronto Pride parade... Pairings: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom , Warning: None Summary: The helicopter lowered carefully to its pad, whipping up a blizzard from the surrounding snow. Pairings: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom , Warning: None Summary: It happened when they both made the same mistake ...
... a notch higher. "You should have *bowed* to me, *beast*!!" And then the false alpha began to laugh. Rage and hatred made her feel completely rigid, the Morsels fur standing on end and her tail whipping around. Even the former agent who had stood in cover so as to not get hit by bullets, knew that his former boss had crossed the line. The doppelganger screeched. Oh what new hell was this? He ...
... to buy Dean a sparkly tiara, while Dean forces Sam to wear a fake mustache (or, you know, whatever!). They spend the rest of the fair in their prize get-ups, holding hands, splitting funnel cake, whipping powdered sugar and cherry goo off each others mouths. Kissing on the Ferris wheel. 09. Sam and Dean and the allies they've made along the way -- a story told from the allies POV. How they ...
...." Potter made a panicked noise. "I can't take care of five dogs, Fe— Greyback. I haven't taken care of anything my whole life." "Then give them to someone who will love them," Greyback snarled, whipping his head around to give Potter the fiercest look he could. "Since you clearly cannot manage to love anyone." "I can love," Potter said, voice weak. "Well, whatever you can or cannot do, do ...
... plate and his empty cup. There's never any real aim to him, no purpose, on these outings. Wherever his feet take him, that's where he goes. But tonight, with the cool air on his face and a breezewhipping his scarf around at his neck, Devan knows where he's going. He knew when he saw the fields. Maybe if he hadn't built the fence he wouldn't have such an easy time finding that one rail. As it ...
... we have to buckle down and deal with, rather than working to create this false sense of ongoing immediacy. I just feel like the messaging needs to change. Instead of trying to bleed money out of donors by whipping them into a frenzy, we should be fostering more of a "pull together and get through this" attitude. A lot what we've put out does contain that idea, but I've made it my personal ...
... a suicide where they didn't find the body," and "it's perfectly reasonable for her to be alive." But. There's that black hole. Suicide note and no ocntact. Jesus. You know all this guilt? I'm whipping myself. It's guilt for failing to protect her. I was supposed to save her. I was supposed to save her. Jesus. I'm taking the little pin-pricks of guilt, the small things, and I'm digging them in. ...
... himself Jim opened his mouth to the kiss, feeling Spock's tongue as precise and maddening as the rest of him. God help him, he was getting hard, the adrenaline of the whole insane day whipping his blood into a whirlwind. Spock rocked against him, their cocks sliding together, and a moan ripped from Jim's mouth loud and harsh. Frustrated and heated, Jim pushed back, maintaining the kiss and ...
... was there. "Yeah, food sounds good. Sign me up for something with a lot of calories and cream sauce." "It could sorta be like a double date," Elle grins back over her shoulder at me, winking before whipping her head back around to Jared. "Yeah, sorta like that," Kyle repeats, and I receive another kiss on my cheek. It's dark enough outside to disguise the blush on my cheeks, but I'm fucked once...
