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Comment with gifs/pics/prettiness/whatever you want, please. Talk to me about the weather, IDGAF.

Just anything. My mood is teh crap.

Current Music: Third Eye Blind-Never Let You Go

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13empress.livejournal.com

awww honey what can i do to help??

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ninety6tears.livejournal.com

OMG, that is the funniest LOTR gif I've ever seen. And there are some good ones. Oh, Boromir <3
And that CBale one is a CLASSIC. I haven't seen it since I was a regular lurker at

batman_lulz.
I think I'm years and years behind on realizing I love Third Eye Blind. I mean, I knew the hits and all, but their music has aged really well and I want more of it.

Returns the pretty (god, I love this pic):

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ninety6tears.livejournal.com

As long as you are for real writing that toothbrushing prompt you were talking about, I am ever so happy. LOL.

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tigbit.livejournal.com

What did one wall say to the other wall?
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Meet you at the corner! ;)

And here's a gif:

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ninety6tears.livejournal.com

BAHAHA.

Thank you, dear :)

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13empress.livejournal.com

Jim squinted at the reflection of Spock, standing over his shoulder, their hands entwined around the plastic grip of his simple toothbrush and Spock’s other hand, lightly resting over his Adam’s apple like a caress. He held his breath and wondered at the image of them, Spock behind him, always behind him. He’s startled at how natural this feels.
When Jim first started accepting offers from Spock to do chess and hang out, he had no ulterior motives, no latent attraction and he certainly didn’t imagine their relationship including things like a shared bathroom, two toothbrushes lying next to one another in a cup and rotating mornings for who showered first. He wanted to call it love but he didn’t know what it really was. It rested between his heart and his stomach like a knot that wouldn’t go away, swelling sometimes till he wanted to throw up and so warm and soft at other times he was certain he was drunk.
It was after 11pm and they were been standing at the sink together in their shared bathroom, Jim’s skin flushed pink and still damp from a hot shower. Spock had already changed into his simple functional sleeping attire, soft cotton shirt and pants in matching colors of navy, and was methodically wiping the sink. The wet towel was dropped into the refresher chute to be cleaned. He was brushing his teeth and like the damn perfectionist he was, Spock announced that he was doing it wrong.
Jim had never really thought there was a wrong way to brush teeth – because it was good that he brushed his teeth at all considering the fact no one had ever really cared if he brushed his teeth or even bathed when he was little. It was self-taught brushing and he’d been a little wounded by Spock’s comment.
“I’m brushing my teeth, Spock – don’t tell me Vulcans have a ritual for that too.”
Teeth were the only body part which didn’t have the ability to repair itself. According to Spock, teeth required proper maintenance, aka Spock’s attention and none of this bullshit “scrub-SCRUB-DIE-GERMS” style of brushing that Jim engaged in, which was more like a speed sport. Besides, all Vulcan children were trained from infancy on proper oral and dental hygiene; Spock was an expert and Jim, you’re damaging your gums and abusing your toothbrush by using that much force.
Jim pulled his abused toothbrush out of his mouth with a wet foamy pop. “What do you want me to do, Spock? Let you brush my teeth.”
Yes.