watering down

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Dakota Access pipeline arrests begin as law enforcement moves to clear protesters

  • Law enforcement has started to clear remaining protesters from camps near North Dakota’s Standing Rock Indian Reservation.
  • Some protesters have remained behind despite orders to clear the camp by a Wednesday afternoon deadline. According to the Associated Press, several have already been arrested.
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Love talking to my mom for 14 minutes about something and then having a watered down 3 minute discussion w/ my dad about the very same issue

Depression is a Sloth

Depression is a slowly creeping beast

Like an invisible sloth

Crawling its way into my mind

The world grows darker

Imperceptibly so

Until I’m trapped in darkness

That swallows me whole

Motivation drains away

Like water sluggishly swirling

Down the bathtub drain

A heaviness drags me down

Gradually pulling me deeper

Into the abyss

That begins to feel like home

The change so slow

So imperceptible

I know not what is happening

Until it’s too late

Until one day I awake

Realizing that this is not normal

Knowing that life wasn’t always

This dark

This cold

This crushing

I Guess It Wasn't

It was a month since we all fooled around. I kind of missed it… Honestly. Harrison left to get us all some doughnuts and Tom was on his phone in the lounge.

“I’m heading off to the showers.” I announced.

“Have fun.” Tom retorted back.

I got undressed and turned my Ipod on shuffle and closed the shower curtain, letting the warm water run down my body. I was rinsing out my conditioner when I heard the door open.

“Tom?” I asked. No response. I listened and shrugged it off as the next song started to play. I heard shuffling and then the curtain was yanked back. I screamed and covered my body with my hands.

“Don’t act as if I haven’t seen you naked before Love.” Tom said. I looked down and saw that he was only in his trousers, a slight bulge in view.

He smiled and climbed on in. I was about to ask him why he was coming in, but his lips cut me off. He bit my upper lip and then both together, turning me on. We looked at each other and as the water ran down his face, matting his hair to him, I couldn’t decide if I was wet from the shower or from his junk pressed up against me.

“Harrison is out… So let’s have our own party.” he whispered in my ear. I nodded and he pushed me against the wall, biting my neck.

“You don’t waste time do you?” I said, a small moan escaping as he bit my soft spot. He chuckled and continued on. My hands roamed his body, feeling the crevices of his abs and teasing his trousers.

“You’re wasting perfectly good trousers.” I told him, sliding them down slowly.

“Then they must go.” he said, shaking them off and pressing himself against me.

“Don’t fucking tease me Tom. Just fuck me.” I said, as he teased me. He smirked and lifted my leg up, sliding himself in me. I gasped at his length and let out a small moan. He held my leg and propped his other hand next to me for support as he began to thrust. He moved my leg around, which caused me to curse under my breath. He was finding new spots to hit and it drove me crazy.

“Fuck Tom!” I yelled, clawing his back. He smiled and continued thrusting,my back hitting the wall hard. That was going to leave a bruise. The shower curtain was peeled back and Harrison stood there, looking a little hurt. Tom stopped and I winked at Harrison. He smiled, undressed and hopped in. Harrison started to feel my body and rubbed my clit as Tom pounded into me, making me moan. I could hear soft and small moans from Tom and started to pump Harrison. His head went back, making the shower water wet his hair even more.

“Let Harrison have a go.” I told Tom. He nodded and thrusted a few more times before kissing me passionately and sliding out. I turned around so Harrison could enter from the back and I could pump Tom.

Soon after, we got out of the shower and found our way to the closet on the bathroom. I sat down on the little cushion, soaking from both the shower and the fucks. Harrison started to kiss my thighs and Tom brought himself next me, guiding his dick into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip, making his eyebrows crease and a moan come out. Harrison stuck in a finger making me jump. He stuck in a other and kissed my thighs, while his other hand worked on my clit. A few moans escaped our mouths, more from mine as Harrison did his job. They switched positions and Tom swirled his tongue inside me, driving me crazy. Harrison had his hands in my hair, slightly pulling on it, making me close to my climax. I told Tom I was close and he fastened his pace. I bucked my hips forward, moaning on Harrisons dick as I came. Tom came over and I pumped his length as I blew Harrison. I felt Harrison tense up and then release, him being a bit sweeter this time. His moan vibrated off the walls as he sat down, cleaning himself up. Tom released in my mouth, a lot more than last time but I still swallowed.

“Well… I guess it wasn’t the last time.” Harrison said, handing us towels.

“I guess it wasn’t.” Tom and I said together.

“I think I need a shower."Harrison said. Tom and I looked at each other and laughed.

"I think we all do.” Tom said.

“So.. Round 2?” I joked. They smiled and threw their towels at me.

“Let’s save it… Maybe we can have a final one.” Harrison said.

“Deal.” Tom and I said together again. We all laughed

anonymous asked:

Imagine Ben, Gerry length hair, fresh out of the hotel shower with one of those white hotel bathrobes on. Towel dried hair is damp and floofy, but his neck and throat are still wet so there are drops of water running down the open V in the front of the robe BYE!

Oh anon, you fiend!

ily <3

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I don’t know if people would be so interested in diversity if it wasn’t a hashtag. It’s not a hashtag in my life. It is my life. It’s something that I know people of color talk about all the time. It’s not just a hot topic. People of color are part of the human experience, too. Art has got to reflect life or else it’s not art, it’s commerce. It’s filtered, watered down kind of art. What I want to see is the truth.

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I got really excited about old man Corvo today

so i was looking for fob misheard lyrics

and i found this website just full of them and you get stuff like 

and then

aND THEN

ITS GETTING BETTER

UNTIL YOUR LEGS SKEDADDLE GUYS

I KNOW U GOT THAT PUDDIGN U COCK EATING BULLET 

OKAY

SATAN FEELING PRETTY 4 HIMSELF 

YEP

KAY

ALRIGHTY 

MHM

ME EITHER BUD

this lovely gem

and finally:


mcr misheard lyrics

queen misheard lyrics