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rumbelleriversong:

ok guys so i need to clean out my gif folder but i have some gems in here so heres what im gonna fo

the first 3337 people to reblog this will get a totally random gif in their inbox

obviously if you dont have your submission box open i cant send you one but ill drop you an ask saying it wasnt open

if i have a gif that goes with your blog i may give you that one

I will do this until im out of gifs to give

Posted 11 hours ago

"Don’t do that. You look like Golem from Lord of the Ring. "

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pa-pepper-potts:

"I don’t know what to do." Pepper sighed and shook her head, trying not to let anymore tears fall. "I don’t know what everyone wants from me and lately it seems like so much. It’s so hard to breathe lately and I don’t know what to do."

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"Maybe you are over thinking things. People don’t want the world from you, Pepper." She softly said pushing some of her hair from her face with a smile, trying to find the good and try to make her feel better. "You’re someone of high expectancy and there are some requirements required but if you can’t handle it…step back and breath. Just breath, Pepper. You need it."

Posted 14 hours ago
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tommy-larson:

travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

4. Make out session. 

      He grins at her, pulls her to his side, and lifts an eyebrow. “Henry better just keep quiet for the next seven minutes—-” The brunette moves forward, forcing her to lie down, his lips meeting hers.

 

A grunt escaped her as he finally rested himself on top of her. Their tongues danced together and she couldn’t help but break the kiss, feeling his fingertips against her warm skin. “Naughty but I like it.” She softly said with a devious skin, nipping at his bottom him. “Does Mrs. Larson get to play with Mr. Larson as well?”

"Yes." Tommy purrs, hand delving lower, his tongue pressing past her lips as his finger teases her. He smiles against her lips, the friction between them driving him crazy. The brunette sort of groans, trying to ignore the….. throbbing that wants to make itself known.

Her eyes fluttered shut once more at the teasing causing her to moan faintly. Her hand quickly moved between them, tugging to move his shirt out of the way before unbuttoning his pants where she didn’t waste time unzipping him as e hand moved down, over the fabric of his boxer-briefs.

Posted 14 hours ago
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tommy-larson:

travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

    “Sky—— will…. will you please come inside so we can talk about this?”

"Your own fault." She mutters as she headed into the house. The crying from upstairs made her sigh as she tugged off her soaked shirt and tossed it over the railing of the stairs before moving up to the nursery. Grabbing one of Tommy’s hurts from the floor in the bedroom she tossed it on before walking into the baby’s room, picking Henry up. "Shhh, mommys here. It’s okay."

"Obviously. Like everything else." Tommy hangs up his wet coat, runs a hand through his wet hair, and takes off his watch. He kicks off his shoes, going into the laundry room to find his clean sweatpants and a dry shirt. The brunette changes, going to the kitchen for a beer, something to calm his nerves.

Pressing a kiss to his tiny head, she groans at the sudden change in smell, quickly pulling him away a little as he began to laugh. “You do have the farts and poops as your father.” She muttered before moving to the changing table. Walking to the door she called out for Tommy. “Where’s the diapers? I think you used the last one earlier.”

Posted 14 hours ago
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travelleroftheskies inquired:
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tommy-larson:

travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

4. Make out session. 

      He grins at her, pulls her to his side, and lifts an eyebrow. “Henry better just keep quiet for the next seven minutes—-” The brunette moves forward, forcing her to lie down, his lips meeting hers.

"Just lay on me." She muttered with a grin before attaching her lips back to his. The kiss had turned wet ad steamy kiss, causing her to slight get turned on by it. Of course, she was sure she wasn’t te only one.

"Mm-hmm." Tommy lets his weight go, grunts a little, and presses his hips against hers. Of course, this is probably getting a little out of control, but he can’t help himself. He kisses her passionately, lifting slightly to slip his hand into her pants.

A grunt escaped her as he finally rested himself on top of her. Their tongues danced together and she couldn’t help but break the kiss, feeling his fingertips against her warm skin. “Naughty but I like it.” She softly said with a devious skin, nipping at his bottom him. “Does Mrs. Larson get to play with Mr. Larson as well?”

Posted 14 hours ago
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travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

    “Sky—— will…. will you please come inside so we can talk about this?”

Her eyes narrowed at him as he spoke, jaw tensed. Looking down at his hand on her elbow, she tugged her arm away. “Don’t touch me.” She hissed before thinking for a moment. As much as she wanted to get away. To leave. Henry was inside and she couldn’t leave him. “Sleep on the couch or guest room or in the nursery. I don’t want to be next to you tonight.” She stated pushing passed him. “But I will say this. Day another rude thing and I’m leaving.”

Tommy looks sad, puts his hand back to his side, and scratches the back of his head. “Fine…… it’s not like I’ve been sleeping there every night already.” He looks at the puddle on the ground when she moves past him, before turning around and closing the umbrella. The brunette just stands there in the rain for a while, but it soon cold and has to go inside.

"Your own fault." She mutters as she headed into the house. The crying from upstairs made her sigh as she tugged off her soaked shirt and tossed it over the railing of the stairs before moving up to the nursery. Grabbing one of Tommy’s hurts from the floor in the bedroom she tossed it on before walking into the baby’s room, picking Henry up. "Shhh, mommys here. It’s okay."

Posted 14 hours ago
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travelleroftheskies inquired:
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tommy-larson:

travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

4. Make out session. 

      He grins at her, pulls her to his side, and lifts an eyebrow. “Henry better just keep quiet for the next seven minutes—-” The brunette moves forward, forcing her to lie down, his lips meeting hers.

She hummed, enjoying it a little too much. It was as if either of them hasn’t seen each other for a long period of time. Moving her fingers up along his back and to his hair, her fingers tangled with his hair. Her tongue ran along his lip. “It’s been so long.”

Tommy groans gently at the movements of her hands, smiles again, and lets her tongue work at his lip. “It has.” He shifts for a better angle to her lips, biceps flexing with the effort to keep his whole weight off of her. The brunette finally rests on his forearms, their bodies pressing closer as a result.

"Just lay on me." She muttered with a grin before attaching her lips back to his. The kiss had turned wet ad steamy kiss, causing her to slight get turned on by it. Of course, she was sure she wasn’t te only one.

Posted 15 hours ago
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tommy-larson:

travelleroftheskies:

tommy-larson:

◎ -- It's raining and my muse finds yours outside completely drenched and crying.

    “Sky—— will…. will you please come inside so we can talk about this?”

Sky listened but didn’t move from where she stood. She could have grabbed her keys and her car and left but something held her back. Maybe she just needed to be out. Looking up a bit at the umbrella over her she tensed her jaw and finally wiped her face. “Why? I like that rain.” Finally she turned around and looked at him, brows furrowed. “If you want to talk. We’ll talk right here. Right now.”

Tommy is clearly becoming frustrated, looks back at the house, and sighs heavily again. “I want you to come back in because I love you, and I’m sorry I said those things that I did. Will you please come in? You’re starting to worry me. You could freeze to death out here.” He holds onto her elbow, stepping closer. “Henry needs you, I need you. Please.”

Her eyes narrowed at him as he spoke, jaw tensed. Looking down at his hand on her elbow, she tugged her arm away. “Don’t touch me.” She hissed before thinking for a moment. As much as she wanted to get away. To leave. Henry was inside and she couldn’t leave him. “Sleep on the couch or guest room or in the nursery. I don’t want to be next to you tonight.” She stated pushing passed him. “But I will say this. Day another rude thing and I’m leaving.”