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Breaking News: this week's weather continues to be awesomesauce. My sister, who normally loathes being out in the sun or being forced to read, has even agreed to romp with me in the back yard and then bring me to the bookstore! In honor of this truly momentous occasion, some cheerful moosics.
Also, this is probably going to sound fourteen different types of strange, but do you notice the smell your skin gets when you're out in the sun for a while? Sort of tangy and a little bit salty, but not like sweat, just like... - I don't even know how to properly describe it. Either way, it's fabulous and I love it. I think I would molest someone based on that smell alone. Mmm.
I can't reach my back, my arms are like cooked noodles. Who wants to help me apply sun screen!
Starlight Mints - Popsicle
Death Cab for Cutie - The Sound of Settling
Camera Obscura - If Looks Could Kill
Tori Amos - Happy Phantom
Mika - Billy Brown
The Beatles - You're Gonna Lose That Girl
Regina Spektor - I Want to Sing
The Fratellis - Chelsea Dagger
Rainbow Brite Soundtrack - Brand New Day The ultimate spring song, guys. WAKE UP, RAINBOW! SPRING IS HERE!
Also, this is probably going to sound fourteen different types of strange, but do you notice the smell your skin gets when you're out in the sun for a while? Sort of tangy and a little bit salty, but not like sweat, just like... - I don't even know how to properly describe it. Either way, it's fabulous and I love it. I think I would molest someone based on that smell alone. Mmm.
I can't reach my back, my arms are like cooked noodles. Who wants to help me apply sun screen!
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*applies sun screen liek whoa*
Dude, I saw a WHOA sign yesterday.
Um. Random much? We haven't gone quite yet.
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*applies your sunscreen*
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...I'm calm.
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Thank you for the Rainbow Brite song.
I'm not sure that I've noticed the smell of spring/summer. But I do know the smell of cold/winter. The only way I know ... can describe it is that it's crisp and clean and brisk and it's my favourite scent in the whole wide world.
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I hate putting on sun cream it makes me go all brrrruuullllrrrrruururr I'm afraid. When I do the kids in my class I just slap it on and go, "you're old enough to do the rest yourself, I'm sure." They don't get a lot of help from me in all things mank.
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*HUGS YOUR SAD AWAY*
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I haven't been out in the sun enough to get it yet. Maybe I should go outside more often ;)
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Dean/Sam, Wee-cest.
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They'd been doing PT in the backyard, sun shining hot for mid-April. Dad had been gone for one week by then, with one more week 'till he'd promised to be back. Dean was making sure Sam did his training, knew if he didn't Sam would slack, stay cooped up in their shared bedroom with some book, nose buried deep.
He'd dragged Sammy out after a dinner of hot dogs and mac'n'cheese, too hot to cook anything else. Dean had stripped off his shirt after ten minutes, the white cotton already soaked through with sweat. He caught Sam eyeing him as he swiped an arm across his forehead, trying to stop the sweat from dripping in his eyes. He smirked at Sam and Sam pulled a face, practically threw himself down to start his push-ups.
Half-hour later, Dean called a stop to the work-out and they headed into the house. He dug out two bottles of water and threw one at Sam, watching with some pride as Sam caught it easily. He opened his bottle and drained about a third of it in one gulp. He turned, setting his bottle down on the counter as he started to wash the supper dishes.
Suddenly, two slick arms were wrapping around his bare waist. Nose nuzzling at the sweat-damp hairline at Dean's nape, tongue sneaking out to trace along the knob of Dean's spine. Dean bit his lip to keep the embarrassing noise bubbling up in his chest from escaping.
When Sam smiled against his skin and continued to torture Dean, Dean knew he hadn't been as successful as he thought. He covered Sam's hands on his stomach with his own and pushed back into Sam's touch, his sun-warm body.
Sam lapped at the sweat along his neck and shoulders, tongue dancing along the freckles along his skin, almost as if he were counting them, taking inventory. Dean lets him go, lets himself just enjoy being touched.
Sam pulls back a little, then starts nipping at Dean's ear, his breath hot and moist. "Smell so good, Dean. Smell like the sun," he whispers and Dean shivers.
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And I have TOTALLY been taking pictures.
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*buys you ice cream on the beach* :D
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You deserve to find lovely things in your inbox all the time. I just couldn't get that image out of my head. AND YOU BENEFITED.
Too bad I didn't edit it a little first.
BUT! So so glad you liked anyway. ♥
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