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Peace out, kids.  Don’t read if you don’t want to be offended.  or do.  I don’t care.

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♥ 6 — 11 months ago on 02 Sep 2013
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I know I shouldn’t post too much OOC stuff during AU week, but my kindle fire hd just got here today (a late birthday present) and I’m all “faojdsfadfo” excited rn.

okaybye.

12 months ago on 29 Aug 2013
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♥ 22 — 12 months ago on 29 Aug 2013 — via chrsitianbale
Hey look, I made a thing.

Hey look, I made a thing.

♥ 1 — 12 months ago on 28 Aug 2013
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((OOC)) To anyone who has sent me a message on AIM

I have not intentionally been ignoring you.  AIM is being a giant dickdouche and only sending some messages through, and delivering others hours after they were sent.

It makes me angry.  What I say to AIM on a minute-by-minute basis:

♥ 1 — 12 months ago on 28 Aug 2013
What I Deserve || Jaxon & Avery

jaxonsawyer:

It felt like he was being dragged back into a much simpler time, where a whole different set of problems plagued them. And just as they would do back then, their dynamic didn’t change, and neither did their habits. They would lose themselves in each other, seeking the abyss where thoughts didn’t exist, and all they could do was feel something real for once. 

Her words did nothing but add dry kindling to the coals that smoldered in his belly, the ones he’d been fighting to keep a tight lid on. But they wrapped around him, those strained pleadings for deliverance, and the kiss that begged. They ripped the lid off the smothered flame, flooding it with oxygen, and the fire was no longer contained, but an explosive blaze that poured through him. “Yes, ma’am,” he growled, deep and hungry, as his hands fell to his hips pulling her tight. Automatically, his movements became rough and intense, his teeth scraping across her neck as he backed her up against his truck, fingertips slipping beneath her shirt to press into hot skin. 

As his hands blindly sought the door handle, his lips found hers, a low rumble of desire in the back of his throat as he kissed her hard. This wasn’t the slow kisses that paused at closed lips and politely requested permission for entrance. Jax didn’t ask. He took. Edging on more teeth than lips, more biting and devouring than actual kissing, he yanked open the door of the cab. “Not out here, in,” he urged, guiding and lifting her into the cab, nudging her to slide back on the seat as he climbed in after her, eyes nearly predatory as he took in the sight of her body on the bench seat of his truck.

The change in Jaxon’s demeanor was swift, Avery feeling it more than seeing it.  He was normally so stoic and reserved, the picturesque image of a Southern Gentleman, but like this, he was the polar opposite - pushing, pulling, taking rather than asking permission.  This was pure, raw emotion - in moments like these, they became infinite.  There were no social norms to live up to, no jobs or people to worry about - just the two of them and the way their bodies moved together towards a common goal.  She knew the words would get his attention, knew that she poking the sleeping bear - but she wanted, needed this too damn much to care about anything else.  When everything else was spinning out of control, she needed this to ground her in reality, to keep her from living her life in the clouds of impossibility.  Her back hit the cold exterior of his truck, but she felt herself rising towards him, craving the human contact and familiar heat above, around, within her.  

Teeth clashed against teeth, hands gripping at shirt edges, pulling and tearing in an effort to remove the barriers separating them.  "Not out here, in.", she heard him growl at her, as she scrambled into the cab, giving him room to climb in next to her - the predatory look in his eyes awakening parts of her that had lain dormant for so long.  As soon as he shut the door behind him, she was on him like white on rice, reclaiming her all-too familiar seat on his lap, trying to ignore the way their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.  As impatient as ever, her hips moved against his, a carnal grin spreading across her face as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.  ”Off.  Now.” - If he wanted to be demanding, she could match him move for move.  

♥ 16 — 12 months ago on 28 Aug 2013 — via jaxonsawyer