LIZZ NO LONGER RESIDES HERE.
However, her graphics do (:
this is now just a graphics blog, so that i can keep all my old things and post my new things here as well.
if you want the new URL, just leave a message in my ask and i'll give it to you.
also, requests or whatever can be sent to the new blog (:

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gay-stormtroopers:


Rachel: You’re in luck Winchester! I’ve found several boxes of my old baby.. oh my god!

Dean: What? It wouldn’t stop crying. Aren’t you supposed to like, hold them or something?
Rachel: Yes, but not like that. You’re gonna scare him. Just, hand him over. 
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gay-stormtroopers:

Rachel: You’re in luck Winchester! I’ve found several boxes of my old baby.. oh my god!

Dean: What? It wouldn’t stop crying. Aren’t you supposed to like, hold them or something?

Rachel: Yes, but not like that. You’re gonna scare him. Just, hand him over. 

requested by: ohh-mydear

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gay-stormtroopers:

Let’s keep the fire tame but we’ll keep our hands hotI cannot get that ace so let me see a face card dropWe can play the field, if it feels rightOr we can spin the wheel and roll the dice for midnightAll that matters to me girl, win or loseIs an x-rated complete swirl of me and you

gay-stormtroopers:

Let’s keep the fire tame but we’ll keep our hands hot
I cannot get that ace so let me see a face card drop
We can play the field, if it feels right
Or we can spin the wheel and roll the dice for midnight
All that matters to me girl, win or lose
Is an x-rated complete swirl of me and you

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dora-bell-hutchinson replied to your post: Uh.. you guys know you can unfollow this account,…

i refuse you to unfollow you! not even if you´re not using the account anymore. DEAL WITH IT! ;)

cassprincess replied to your post: Uh.. you guys know you can unfollow this account,…

NO. I refuse. You can’t make me unfollow you.

cassprincess replied to your post: Uh.. you guys know you can unfollow this account,…

I LOVE YOU BOTH. I was going to reply on my other account, but that would have looked weird. seriously though this account is useless. even though caylee didn’t even follow me over to my new account :|



Uh.. you guys know you can unfollow this account, right?

there are still so many of you following this account but you really don’t need to because it’s really just a backup for my old graphics and some of my new ones from my new account.



likecoolepilepsy:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MYRA  ♥♥♥♥♥ 

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likecoolepilepsy:


Wonderful words written by the lovely and talented Kristen.

———-

 
Monday night at the bar was always slow. A ball game played on the big screen, muted so the few patrons present could play DJ with the old school jukebox in the corner. It was Noah’s day off, so the new kid got a chance to stand behind the bar and pretend he knew what he was doing. The occasional crash followed by cursing indicated that he really didn’t. It was here that Noah and Rachel had been meeting up for a game of pool and a beer every Monday evening for almost six months now, ever since Noah had turned up in New York with his guitar, a pocketful of cash and a whole lot of dreams. Rachel was the one who scored him this gig – bartending five days a week, playing his original music on Thursday nights. He was getting a bit of a following from the indie crowd; hell he’d even had a few agents sniffing around lately.  The petite brunette lined up a shot, sinking it easily. Noah quirked his eyebrow.
 
“Been practicing?” he stated, rather than asked. Yeah, the girl could sing, the girl could dance… but the girl’s pool game was usually pretty crap until she warmed up a little.
 
“I might have come in after my morning class let out…” Rachel responded - huffing under her breath as the bright blue ball ricocheted off the cushioned rail in the opposite direction than she’d intended. Standing, she turned to him. “I stopped at your place on the way, but you weren’t home. So I thought you’d be here. You weren’t answering your phone?” The playful tone of her voice deflected the frown Rachel threw his way.
 
“I had stuff to do today…” Noah trailed off, his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, lining up his ball with the center pocket. He threw a satisfied smirk in Rachel’s direction as he sunk his mark.
 
“Oh, yes… I heard you had plans. Important plans. So important you missed several calls and didn’t answer texts.” With a flourish, Rachel brought the back of one hand to her forehead, slipping into a southern accent as she continued. “What if I’da bin in a terrible accident, if I’da gone to the hospital dyin’, and you – you were so busy with your ‘important’ plans that you didn’t even know?!” Noah’s laugh drowned out Rachel’s long-suffering sigh of anguish.
 
“First off, your southern accent is more hillbilly than southern belle. Second, I’m sorry I didn’t answer my phone. The battery’s dead, and I only noticed just before I got here. Third, who have you been talking to about me?” He walked past to grab his beer off the leaner, hip-checking Rachel on the way.
 
“A good spy does not reveal her sources, Noah. But this little birdie had some very interesting information regarding your whereabouts today.” Rachel sat herself on the edge of the pool table. “And I can’t help but wonder why I wasn’t privy to this information earlier, from the subject himself?”
 
Noah leaned back on his bar stool. “Maybe the subject wanted to keep something as a mystery for a certain Jewish Nancy Drew wannabe?”
 
“Silly Puckerman, don’t you remember? I am a little bit psychic. And I know when you are hiding things from me. Like this tattoo you got today…” Rachel deliberately sashayed the few steps it took to be standing in front of Noah.
 
“You caught me, Ms. Berry. You really are too good at this sleuthing business. But I have also been talking to little birdies of late” He placed one hand on Rachel’s hip. She could feel the heat of it through her shirt as though he was branding her. “And,” Noah continued, “I’ve heard that maybe you’ve got a little something that I might like to see…” He started to lift the hem of her shirt but Rachel twisted away from him.
 
“That little… when did she tell you?!” Rachel stomped petulantly.
 
Noh laughed at the sulky look on her face. “About a certain drunken moment at Red Rocket? The day after you guys got your tattoos done. You know Satan – she loves being the first to tell someone something. Especially something she thinks someone will be interested in…” He smirked at Rachel. “What d’you? Tit for tat? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He reached for her shirt again.
 
“Not here!” Rachel hissed, slapping his hand away, and grabbing it in hers. She pulled him after her as she wove through the tables, heading to the corridor that led off to the bathrooms. The dim lighting and relative obscurity seemed to satisfy her, and she abruptly came to a halt.
 
Biting her lip, Rachel lifted her shirt a little with one hand, pulling the waistband of her jeans lower down her hip, revealing a small blue bird in flight. Noah reached out, running a finger over the ink.
 
“Damn Rach, that’s freaking hot.” His voice was husky, and when she met his eyes, they were darker than their usual hazel green. All of a sudden, Rachel was aware of how close he was, how she could feel the heat from his body. Of how there he was.
 
“Hmmm,” she almost purred. “Uh, now it’s your turn, Mr. Puckerman…” She was trying to keep it light, but she was keenly aware of how his proximity made her heart race that bit faster.
 
Silently Noah lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing a tribal style design etched on his well-defined bicep. As Rachel stroked her hand over the still raw image Noah let out a low groan. He caught her by surprise, slanting his lips over hers, holding her by the hips.
 
“I’ve been waiting six months for you to do that.” Rachel sighed as they drew apart.
 
Noah barked out a laugh. “Babe, I’ve been waiting damn near six years to do that again.”
 

likecoolepilepsy:

Wonderful words written by the lovely and talented Kristen.

———-

Monday night at the bar was always slow. A ball game played on the big screen, muted so the few patrons present could play DJ with the old school jukebox in the corner. It was Noah’s day off, so the new kid got a chance to stand behind the bar and pretend he knew what he was doing. The occasional crash followed by cursing indicated that he really didn’t. It was here that Noah and Rachel had been meeting up for a game of pool and a beer every Monday evening for almost six months now, ever since Noah had turned up in New York with his guitar, a pocketful of cash and a whole lot of dreams. Rachel was the one who scored him this gig – bartending five days a week, playing his original music on Thursday nights. He was getting a bit of a following from the indie crowd; hell he’d even had a few agents sniffing around lately.  The petite brunette lined up a shot, sinking it easily. Noah quirked his eyebrow.

 

“Been practicing?” he stated, rather than asked. Yeah, the girl could sing, the girl could dance… but the girl’s pool game was usually pretty crap until she warmed up a little.

 

“I might have come in after my morning class let out…” Rachel responded - huffing under her breath as the bright blue ball ricocheted off the cushioned rail in the opposite direction than she’d intended. Standing, she turned to him. “I stopped at your place on the way, but you weren’t home. So I thought you’d be here. You weren’t answering your phone?” The playful tone of her voice deflected the frown Rachel threw his way.

 

“I had stuff to do today…” Noah trailed off, his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated, lining up his ball with the center pocket. He threw a satisfied smirk in Rachel’s direction as he sunk his mark.

 

“Oh, yes… I heard you had plans. Important plans. So important you missed several calls and didn’t answer texts.” With a flourish, Rachel brought the back of one hand to her forehead, slipping into a southern accent as she continued. “What if I’da bin in a terrible accident, if I’da gone to the hospital dyin’, and you – you were so busy with your ‘important’ plans that you didn’t even know?!” Noah’s laugh drowned out Rachel’s long-suffering sigh of anguish.

 

“First off, your southern accent is more hillbilly than southern belle. Second, I’m sorry I didn’t answer my phone. The battery’s dead, and I only noticed just before I got here. Third, who have you been talking to about me?” He walked past to grab his beer off the leaner, hip-checking Rachel on the way.

 

“A good spy does not reveal her sources, Noah. But this little birdie had some very interesting information regarding your whereabouts today.” Rachel sat herself on the edge of the pool table. “And I can’t help but wonder why I wasn’t privy to this information earlier, from the subject himself?”

 

Noah leaned back on his bar stool. “Maybe the subject wanted to keep something as a mystery for a certain Jewish Nancy Drew wannabe?”

 

“Silly Puckerman, don’t you remember? I am a little bit psychic. And I know when you are hiding things from me. Like this tattoo you got today…” Rachel deliberately sashayed the few steps it took to be standing in front of Noah.

 

“You caught me, Ms. Berry. You really are too good at this sleuthing business. But I have also been talking to little birdies of late” He placed one hand on Rachel’s hip. She could feel the heat of it through her shirt as though he was branding her. “And,” Noah continued, “I’ve heard that maybe you’ve got a little something that I might like to see…” He started to lift the hem of her shirt but Rachel twisted away from him.

 

“That little… when did she tell you?!” Rachel stomped petulantly.

 

Noh laughed at the sulky look on her face. “About a certain drunken moment at Red Rocket? The day after you guys got your tattoos done. You know Satan – she loves being the first to tell someone something. Especially something she thinks someone will be interested in…” He smirked at Rachel. “What d’you? Tit for tat? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He reached for her shirt again.

 

“Not here!” Rachel hissed, slapping his hand away, and grabbing it in hers. She pulled him after her as she wove through the tables, heading to the corridor that led off to the bathrooms. The dim lighting and relative obscurity seemed to satisfy her, and she abruptly came to a halt.

 

Biting her lip, Rachel lifted her shirt a little with one hand, pulling the waistband of her jeans lower down her hip, revealing a small blue bird in flight. Noah reached out, running a finger over the ink.

 

“Damn Rach, that’s freaking hot.” His voice was husky, and when she met his eyes, they were darker than their usual hazel green. All of a sudden, Rachel was aware of how close he was, how she could feel the heat from his body. Of how there he was.

 

“Hmmm,” she almost purred. “Uh, now it’s your turn, Mr. Puckerman…” She was trying to keep it light, but she was keenly aware of how his proximity made her heart race that bit faster.

 

Silently Noah lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt, revealing a tribal style design etched on his well-defined bicep. As Rachel stroked her hand over the still raw image Noah let out a low groan. He caught her by surprise, slanting his lips over hers, holding her by the hips.

 

“I’ve been waiting six months for you to do that.” Rachel sighed as they drew apart.

 

Noah barked out a laugh. “Babe, I’ve been waiting damn near six years to do that again.”

 

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likecoolepilepsy:

Lyin’ here with you so close to meIt’s hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breatheCaught up in this momentCaught up in your smileI’ve never opened up to anyoneSo hard to hold back when I’m holding you in my armsWe don’t need to rush thisLet’s just take it slow
Just a Kiss - Lady Antebellum

likecoolepilepsy:

Lyin’ here with you so close to me
It’s hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe
Caught up in this moment
Caught up in your smile

I’ve never opened up to anyone
So hard to hold back when I’m holding you in my arms
We don’t need to rush this
Let’s just take it slow

Just a Kiss - Lady Antebellum

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likecoolepilepsy:


I should be crying but I just can’t let it show I should be hoping but I can’t stop thinking All the things we should’ve said that I never said All the things we should have done that we never did All the things we should have given but I didn’t

likecoolepilepsy:

I should be crying but I just can’t let it show
I should be hoping but I can’t stop thinking
All the things we should’ve said that I never said
All the things we should have done that we never did
All the things we should have given but I didn’t

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graphics blog only. feel free to unfollow or whatever since all I’ll be doing is reblogging graphics from my new tumblr.


3 years ago · 0 notes

So because Shannon said it was a good idea, I’m just keep this and use it for graphics and stuff. I’ll post everything on my new account, then reblog it here. And I get to keep all my old graphics from here too so yay.

Now, I need another new URL.


3 years ago · 1 note

mkay. 

I’ve deleted basically everything. The only thing left are graphics and such. I might keep this page here as a backup for my old graphics for while since I’ve deleted most of them off my computer already.

Also, I’m gonna be unfollowing everyone from this blog just cause it’ll be easier not to have a dash here. So, no offense to anyone or anything. Bye guys, it’s been fun (: