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  <title>Rose's Room</title>
  <subtitle>ramblings from a confused mind</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Rose</name>
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  <updated>2016-10-12T04:08:19Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:104206</id>
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    <title>I'm alive</title>
    <published>2016-10-12T04:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2016-10-12T04:08:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sort of.  IDK if anyone is still around.  I haven't been on in a long while.  I have 2 jobs and now have 2 teenaged girls at home.  Life is crazy, I am tired.  I miss everyone so bad.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:104055</id>
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    <title>March 21st is World Down Syndrome Day</title>
    <published>2014-03-19T20:02:32Z</published>
    <updated>2014-03-19T20:02:32Z</updated>
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    <category term="touching"/>
    <category term="just watch"/>
    <category term="beautiful"/>
    <category term="lovely"/>
    <content type="html">The Italian Down syndrome advocacy group Coor Down received a touching letter last month from an expecting mother who found herself with the news that her child would have Down syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;These kids tell her what to expect. Keep a tissue close, this is pretty wonderful.  March 21st is World Down syndrome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="217" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:103445</id>
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    <title>Beautiful, touching ad</title>
    <published>2014-02-12T21:53:19Z</published>
    <updated>2014-02-12T21:53:19Z</updated>
    <category term="vid"/>
    <category term="beautiful"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="215" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacoal is a lingerie company and there is a trio of little films celebrating the beauty of women.  They are all in Thai but the subtitles tell the story wonderfully.  I teared up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.mybeautifulwoman.org/' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://www.mybeautifulwoman.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them all out.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:103318</id>
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    <title>Okay I know I need to post more often</title>
    <published>2014-02-11T22:20:46Z</published>
    <updated>2014-02-11T22:20:46Z</updated>
    <category term="vid"/>
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    <content type="html">this was just too perfect not to share...  NSFW  (seriously NSFW) it's about cunnilingus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="214" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:103085</id>
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    <title>Death and memories</title>
    <published>2013-12-26T04:18:53Z</published>
    <updated>2013-12-26T04:18:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">My sister in law (my brother's wife), her dad, John died early this morning.  I have this second hand but I guess he went in his sleep.  He had some ill health lately, my niece moved in with him and his wife, Anita recently to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first divorced and living back here, Jonh and Anita opened their house to me and my children.  I was a bit of a train wreck then and they were very supportive.  I had some of the best meals I have ever eaten out at their place. They were always welcoming and warm and even if I just showed up on a random day I always felt like they liked having me there.  (I had to have gotten on their nerves some time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nancy my sister in law was always very kind and helpful, her and my brother would take me out for coffee if I needed to talk or just to veg.  My kids and me were invited out for more than one Christmas (Roast Beef - always) and we went more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was always happy and larger than life.  When I think back to the time when I spent a lot of time with them he looms large in my memory.  One year they took Chris, Janet, and Me with their family going sledding and Christmas tree hunting and while I was cold, it was a blast!  John was a generous man; generous with his time, generous with his money, and generous with his love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love to you John, wind to your wings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:102827</id>
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    <title>gestaltrose @ 2013-12-09T19:38:00</title>
    <published>2013-12-10T03:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2013-12-10T04:31:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="wendy" lj:user="wendy" &gt;&lt;a href="https://wendy.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://wendy.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;wendy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="i-ljuser-badge i-ljuser-badge--pro" data-badge-type="pro" data-placement="bottom" data-pro-badge data-pro-badge-type="1" data-is-raw hidden href="#"&gt;&lt;span class="i-ljuser-badge__icon"&gt;&lt;svg class="svgicon" width="25" height="16" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" viewBox="0 0 33 24"&gt;&lt;path fill-rule="evenodd" d="M19.326 11.95c0 2.01 1.47 3.45 3.48 3.45 2.02 0 3.49-1.44 3.49-3.45 0-2.01-1.47-3.45-3.49-3.45-2.01 0-3.48 1.44-3.48 3.45Zm5.51 0c0 1.24-.8 2.19-2.03 2.19-1.23 0-2.02-.95-2.02-2.19 0-1.25.79-2.19 2.02-2.19s2.03.94 2.03 2.19ZM7.92 15.28H6.5V8.61h3.12c1.45 0 2.24.98 2.24 2.15 0 1.16-.8 2.15-2.24 2.15h-1.7v2.37Zm1.51-3.62c.56 0 .98-.35.98-.9 0-.56-.42-.9-.98-.9H7.92v1.8h1.51ZM18.3802 15.28h-1.63l-1.31-2.37h-1.04v2.37h-1.42V8.61h3.12c1.39 0 2.24.91 2.24 2.15 0 1.18-.74 1.81-1.46 1.98l1.5 2.54Zm-2.49-3.62c.57 0 1-.34 1-.9s-.43-.9-1-.9h-1.49v1.8h1.49Z" clip-rule="evenodd"/&gt;&lt;path fill-rule="evenodd" d="M2 8c0-2.20914 1.79086-4 4-4h20.5c2.2091 0 4 1.79086 4 4v7.9c0 2.2091-1.7909 4-4 4H6c-2.20914 0-4-1.7909-4-4V8Zm4-2.5h20.5C27.8807 5.5 29 6.61929 29 8v7.9c0 1.3807-1.1193 2.5-2.5 2.5H6c-1.38071 0-2.5-1.1193-2.5-2.5V8c0-1.38071 1.11929-2.5 2.5-2.5Z" clip-rule="evenodd"/&gt;&lt;/svg&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; challenged me to post something.  So this is me posting.  My girls have been sick.  Poor Kat had a migraine so bad the other day she lost half her vision for a while.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been cold here.  So f-ing cold. Wylie broke his hand so the swamp cooler is still in the window.  I've got the front of it covered with a blanket but it's been below zero so my bedroom is freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have failed at every writing thing that I've tried this year.  I tried to do the reversebb and I couldn't find the time for writing (I got the plotting down at least) because of the illnesses that have ran through our friends and family (just get over one and here comes another one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet is getting close to moving in with her girlfriend.  Chris is doing well, he's still with his girlfriend (and no grandbabies yet).  My older brother is a grandpa twice over now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going strong, I need to take her to workout more.   Christmas stresses me out, spending money stresses me out.  I enjoy seeing family but the whole gift thing makes me want to pull my hair out.  I enjoy giving (I always have) by Wylie's family have much higher expectations than my family's laid back ways (anyone who's met my mom can vouch that she's not high stress) and I always end up frantically wrapping on the 24th.  *sighs*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that everyone here is okay, life is going on.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:102383</id>
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    <title>Two posts in two days... try not to faint</title>
    <published>2013-09-18T22:33:07Z</published>
    <updated>2013-09-18T22:33:07Z</updated>
    <category term="flist"/>
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    <content type="html">Anyway, I'm posting on behalf of a friend of mine.  I know my flist has resources and experiences that I don't.  This is from a friend of my on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I am in desperate need of help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an autistic child that has been talking about suicide at school. After the first time we took him to have a threat analysis done. They determined that it was a med issue. We scheduled him an appt with his medicine doctor. The day before we went to the appt, he again talked about suicide. We went to the medicine appt, they felt that it was not a medicine issue and needed to be addressed with either a day treatment program or in patient program. We were referred for another analysis this time in Denton. They determined that they could not help him because of his Autism. We have calls into a few other places, waiting for them to call us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any other ideas on what we can do? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:101991</id>
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    <title>Mom's house</title>
    <published>2013-09-18T05:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2013-09-18T05:40:53Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">We had a big storm move through sunday night and there were many trees toppled and fences blown over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/user/gestaltrose/media/tree_zpsf262c310.jpg.html" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee316/gestaltrose/tree_zpsf262c310.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo tree_zpsf262c310.jpg" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a tree that fell on my mom's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s235.photobucket.com/user/gestaltrose/media/tree2_zps0bda8499.jpg.html" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee316/gestaltrose/tree2_zps0bda8499.jpg" border="0" alt=" photo tree2_zps0bda8499.jpg" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture that someone else took of the same tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has to come up with 2000$ to cover the deductible.  If dad were still here he would work with the contractor to make sure that he only had to pay part of the deductible but mom is just doing what the insurance company is saying.  *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a little tight but we will make Wincon because mom wants to see her sister (she need a recharge as much as I do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor will come in after they get the tree off and check out the roof and the struts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:101653</id>
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    <title>This makes me upset.</title>
    <published>2013-07-02T04:57:20Z</published>
    <updated>2013-07-02T04:57:20Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">A dog dies in the video - do not watch if that is too much.  It made me want to cry.  I have a rottie and she would die for any of us here.  This could have been handled better, obviously the man was not the only one videotaping what was going on, yet the cops approached the man when it looked like he was going to leave.  I emailed the person listed in the contacts (as for who was in charge of these officers) under the vid and let them know how upset it made me to watch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so upset i can't even be bothered to look up the linky thing.  ----&amp;gt; &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://mortua.tumblr.com/post/54398726186' rel='nofollow'&gt;http://mortua.tumblr.com/post/54398726186&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't automatically start so you can go look at the contact info if you wanted to say some words to the Lieutenant.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:101559</id>
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    <title>This is interesting...</title>
    <published>2013-06-29T15:12:25Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-29T15:12:25Z</updated>
    <category term="community"/>
    <category term="flist"/>
    <category term="rl"/>
    <content type="html">In Historic Victory for Community Radio, FCC Puts 1,000 Low-Power FM Frequencies Up For Grabs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="213" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard one word about this on the news anywhere, have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got some community activists on my flist (or they know people who are)... this is important, pass it on.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:101355</id>
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    <title>Some encouraging words</title>
    <published>2013-06-26T07:15:08Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-26T07:15:08Z</updated>
    <category term="vid"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="212" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15412319" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Stephen Fry Kinetic Typography - Language&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/rogerscreations" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Matthew Rogers&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Stephen Fry, just saying.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:100931</id>
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    <title>John Barrowman is fantastic</title>
    <published>2013-06-14T03:46:36Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-14T03:46:36Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="211" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:100726</id>
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    <title>A nice fangirl moment</title>
    <published>2013-06-11T00:44:40Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-11T00:45:48Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I just had a nice fangirl moment with a person who was selling carpet cleaners.  She knocked and I stepped outside quickly to keep my pack of dogs inside (I think it was 3 around the door)  We talk cleaning briefly and then she notices my shirt &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10152021051152524&amp;amp;set=a.10151247876302524.535888.397969197523&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;my Dean t-shirt&lt;/a&gt;.  And we start talking fandom and I pimp the hell out of Wincon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it.  She didn't shampoo my carpets and we just stood around talking fandom for 15 min or so.  A nice break from trying to get the water bills folded and taking care of Em who is sick. (I'm sick too but it's just a chest cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*much love*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:100392</id>
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    <title>It gets better from NASA</title>
    <published>2013-06-04T20:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2013-06-04T20:42:31Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It made me cry, it made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="210" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:100327</id>
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    <title>Awesome vid</title>
    <published>2013-05-17T17:26:44Z</published>
    <updated>2013-05-17T17:26:44Z</updated>
    <category term="vid"/>
    <category term="loss"/>
    <category term="love"/>
    <content type="html">Talent comes in all shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="209" /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:100021</id>
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    <title>I would rather be ashes than dust</title>
    <published>2013-04-24T20:55:52Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-24T20:55:52Z</updated>
    <category term="friends"/>
    <category term="i am loved"/>
    <category term="inspirational"/>
    <category term="beautiful"/>
    <content type="html">So, again I was stumbling around the internet when I came across this -----&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://zenpencils.com/comic/111-jack-london-i-would-rather-be-ashes-than-dust/" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;It's Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:99766</id>
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    <title>To this day!</title>
    <published>2013-04-12T18:11:38Z</published>
    <updated>2013-04-12T18:11:38Z</updated>
    <category term="vid"/>
    <category term="happiness."/>
    <category term="all the feelings"/>
    <category term="amazing"/>
    <category term="saddness"/>
    <category term="rl"/>
    <content type="html">I think this speaks to all of us.  I know it speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:99226</id>
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    <title>Gift for saltandbyrne : A Merry Christmas Surprise</title>
    <published>2012-12-24T06:22:00Z</published>
    <updated>2012-12-24T06:22:00Z</updated>
    <category term="sam winchester"/>
    <category term="gift fic"/>
    <category term="threesome"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; A Merry Christmas Surpise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="gestaltrose" lj:user="gestaltrose" &gt;&lt;a href="https://gestaltrose.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://gestaltrose.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;gestaltrose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift for:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="saltandbyrne" lj:user="saltandbyrne" &gt;&lt;a href="https://saltandbyrne.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://saltandbyrne.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;saltandbyrne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gift Type:&lt;/b&gt; Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt;  1400 or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Sam/Dean/Cas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;  NC-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine, just borrowing.  I will put them back when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers/Warnings:&lt;/b&gt; Mostly a PWP, no specific season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Additional Notes and prompt:&lt;/b&gt;  Written for &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="spn_j2_xmas" lj:user="spn_j2_xmas" &gt;&lt;a href="https://spn-j2-xmas.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://spn-j2-xmas.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;spn_j2_xmas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the prompt: .A bicycle built for two.  I also tried to add some of your likes and stuff.  I was hoping for more story and less pwp but this is what was coming out.  I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beta(s):&lt;/b&gt; Leigh aka &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="leighannwallace" lj:user="leighannwallace" &gt;&lt;a href="https://leighannwallace.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://leighannwallace.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;leighannwallace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is wonderful and made this better.  Any remaining mistakes are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Sam has seen how Dean and Cas look at each other, he thought they wanted some time alone.  He was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was very smart.  Catching all the little looks between Dean and Castiel, he knew what they meant.  They meant that Sam left them alone as much as he could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was walking down a side street in the latest pit stop on the way to the end of the world.  Jo would have laughed at him, soaked from the drizzle and the occasion splash of a local driving through a dip in the road that had collected enough water to splash him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dad would have smacked him upside the head for leaving his brother with an angel. Or maybe for leaving an angel with Dean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said something that he could think about Jo and Dad and not be hit by crippling guilt.  It still hurt, but he was better than he had been in years.  Part of that, Sam could admit, was due to Castiel.  The angel and he had had many conversations and while Sam was very hesitant to trust anyone, somehow Castiel had got him to open up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sam shook the rain off of his head, he stepped into a puddle and sank in up to his ankle. He shook his foot off with a laugh and then looked around for shelter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching sight of the only bar in town, he walked across to it, water squishing out of his shoe. At the door, he stomped his shoes on the welcome mat that someone had put outside to try and keep the mud outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened the door to the bar, he saw that the mat hadn't been that effective.  Shrugging, he walked inside, ordered a beer and sat alone at a table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beers later, his phone buzzed. “Hey,” he answered.  “What are you doing?” Dean asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Having a beer, waiting for my shoe to dry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You want a ride?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah, I'll walk back,” Sam told Dean.  &lt;i&gt;You enjoy yourselves&lt;/i&gt; he thought to himself.  If he'd said anything, Dean would just get stubborn, and Castiel didn't deserve that.  “I'll be back later,” he told his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hesitant sound in Dean's voice told Sam that his brother thought he was crazy, but Sam wasn’t going to think about that.  He wasn't going to think about Dean. That path led to destruction. His. His brother’s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling morose, Sam ordered another beer and then someone sat down next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you avoiding us, Sam?” Castiel's voice made him jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you leave?” the angel asked in his oh-so-innocent voice. “What have I done?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just figured...” Sam mumbled the rest of the sentence into his drink right before he took a long pull on his beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You figured what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in his seat he looked at Cas.  “I figured you wanted to be alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How could we be alone if we were together?” Castiel sounded very confused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam wanted to beat his head against the table.  “Without me. Alone together.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you mean sex,” Castiel said, “why would you do that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing Castiel's arm, Sam steered them to a booth for a little more privacy.  “Because you don't want me there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't?” Castiel looked confused and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don't and Dean doesn't either.  Just go back and leave me alone,” Sam ended in a hoarse whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What if we don't want to?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't want to what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don't want to leave you alone,” Castiel said, reaching out to touch Sam's hand.  And then they were standing outside of the motel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn it, Cas!  I didn't even pay!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I left some money, no one is going to remember you there,” Cas said as he tugged on Sam's hand, trying to trying to pull him toward the motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you doing this?” Sam asked, exasperated.  “You guys don't want me.  You guys don't need me.  Just let me leave.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened in front of him and Dean leaned on the doorstep.  “But what if I do?” he asked Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's head whipped around.  “What?” he asked, his voice rising.&lt;br /&gt;“Cas mentioned that you were feeling left out.  We can't have that, can we?”  Dean said as he moved to take Sam's other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But.... but.... you don't want... neither of you want....” Sam was hurt and confused.  &lt;i&gt;Why was Dean doing this to him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We do want you.” Castiel was suddenly a whole lot closer to Sam. “Both of us.”  As Dean drew him into the room, Sam’s head was spinning.  How was this happening?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castiel shut the door and began to take his clothes off.  Bewildered, Sam just stared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean watched Castiel for a little bit and then started on Sam’s clothes.  Sam blinked as Dean slid his hand under his t-shirt and ran it across his chest.  Then Dean gave Cas a signal, the angel shrugged and they were instantly all naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam might have eeeped. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean pulled Sam to the bed.  “You think too much,” he whispered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Way too much,” Castiel agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean kissed Sam. Sam pulled Dean onto his lap, both of them moaning as their cocks touched.  Castiel moved behind Dean and touched both of them.  He'd wanted this so badly. Sam felt as if this were a dream. He couldn't believe this was happening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castiel did something that had Dean moaning and grinding against Sam.  Sam couldn't stop kissing Dean if his life depended on it.  The kisses got wetter and messier as Dean got more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling Sam's hand down Dean's back to his ass, Castiel made Sam touch Dean's hole.  It was dripping wet.  Sam finally stopped kissing Dean and pulled back to look at Cas who was staring right at him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's next conscious thought was about how right it felt to be inside his brother with Castiel pushing in right beside him.  Moaning, Dean laid his head on Sam's chest breathing slowly as Castiel filled him up.  “Oh God,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not quite,” both Sam and Cas said at the same time.  They smiled at one another across Dean's sweaty head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cas began to move and Sam slowly began to move too.  Dean bit down on his shoulder and Sam pushed up hard into him in response.  Eyes closed, Castiel moved steadily in and out.  Leaning in, Dean offered up his lips to Sam and Sam was quick to respond.  Sam gripped Dean's head in his hands, his fingers moving though Dean's short hair.  They came together as Sam and Cas pushed into Dean.  It was amazing, and Sam pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam started to move quicker and a little more forcefully into Dean, his cock rubbing against Cas's, God, he was so close to coming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean grinned, his eyes a little dazed.  “Come on,&lt;i&gt; do&lt;/i&gt; it!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sam was spilling into his brother, feeling the warm come sliding around his and Cas's cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Castiel moaned and shuddered to a stop.  Sam could feel Cas's cock pulsing against his.  Dean groaned and Sam felt the warmth of his come spilling between them.   &lt;br /&gt;After a minute, Cas slid slowly out of Dean. Then so did Sam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow,” Dean said and moved off of Sam.  Reaching up he tugged Castiel down onto the bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you,” Cas said to both of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was wondering why this didn't feel more weird.  “Because you know,” Castiel continued from the other side of Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know what?” Both Sam and Dean spoke together this time.&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;br /&gt;“You both know that this is what I wanted for Christmas!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pushed themselves off the bed to look at Cas.  “No we didn't, and it's not Christmas,” Dean said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I asked you both clearly.... oh....” his voice trailed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tomorrow, when I...Dean said a bicycle built for two...”  Castiel sounded so happy Sam couldn't be upset with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then, Merry Christmas, Cas.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I didn't do it for me.  However, tomorrow plan to be in the middle of a Winchester sandwich.” Castiel said with a small smile and then disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hate it when he does that,” Dean said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know,” Sam said as he pulled cover over Dean and him.  Tomorrow was going to be a good day.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:98974</id>
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    <title>Beta needed</title>
    <published>2012-12-23T08:40:24Z</published>
    <updated>2012-12-23T08:40:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Is there anyone who can beta a gift fic for me?  I know everyone is busy this time of year but it should be quick it's a little less than 1500 words.  Please and thank you!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:98795</id>
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    <title>This morning</title>
    <published>2012-12-02T00:04:04Z</published>
    <updated>2012-12-02T00:04:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">At the crack ass of the morning I made a post about how I gave custody of my children to their father.  I left comments on when I shouldn't have.  I made it friends only, which I should have.  My flist is a known quality, the world as a whole isn't.  The point of the post wasn't that I thought you all would judge me.  It was that I was at peace with my decision, right or wrong.  The article that got this started was much different in content but the same in as much as she gave up custody of her son to his father.  However what caught my eye was the comments.  Some were positive but some were oh so very judgmental and honestly kinda pissed me off.  My previous post was the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article btw is &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/pauline-gaines/why-im-glad-i-gave-my-ex-_b_1266563.html" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt; with 33 pages of comments.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:98072</id>
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    <title>Little Boat</title>
    <published>2012-11-21T06:35:11Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-21T06:35:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I know a lot of us have been having a rough year-decade-century.  I found this little vid.  I think in the end, it's about what having friends can do for you. (yes I mean you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="207" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22894261" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Little Boat&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/nelsonboles" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;nelson boles&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*much love*</content>
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    <title>Love this</title>
    <published>2012-11-14T03:51:52Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-14T03:51:52Z</updated>
    <category term="pimp"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://insmallpackages.livejournal.com/2837.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9234fe48f4536c67be71e3f040bd6567615fe27e275f87cd48864bb6e5b225b8/P2WlxyVijxKvg25q9MleUEMdsf-ah7h01hrQCaZagcnD-huals6oR09zEUp5DwNhuEUXgQ:YEhBFiaSJ6mCcoeAsxOEbA" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:97517</id>
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    <title>Con Crud</title>
    <published>2012-11-03T22:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-03T22:35:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I didn't get sick after Wincon but my mom did.  I'm taking her to the doctor if she's not better by Monday.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:97185</id>
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    <title>Thank you and puppies!</title>
    <published>2012-11-01T04:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2012-11-01T04:58:30Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Happy Halloween to everyone (if you observe) happy 31st of October (to those who don't) I am happy to announce that between 2 am and 9 am my mom's dog Savanna had 7 puppies.  A fairly large litter but it appears (only 12 hours in for some of them) that they are all healthy, none of them seem to be really runty.  So fingers crossed that they all make it.  My poor mom was up all night with Savanna because she didn't make any noise as she labored away so my mom had to keep an eye out and help her if she needed it.  They are all adorable.  Some boy, some girls (my mom lost track) but YAY PUPPIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say thank you for all the wonderful cookies on my profile.  End of the month, I have been really busy with the Water District and haven't had time to hardly get online.  Thank you, my friends.  I appreciate each and every one of you.  *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my camera over and take pics of the puppies soon.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:gestaltrose:96776</id>
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    <title>New dog, again</title>
    <published>2012-10-25T00:11:40Z</published>
    <updated>2012-10-25T00:11:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I mentioned a while ago that my mom was thinking of getting a dog when we got back from Dallas.  Yesterday we got home and I saw on my Yahoo Freecycle group that someone was trying to find homes for their dogs due to an illness that caused their landlord to evict them.  One was a beagle dachshund mix who happened to be 'Very' pregnant.  I spoke to the owner on the phone and then went and talked with my mom.  She said, "why not?" so now she has a very pregnant new dog who looks like the pic only very pregnant.  She mated with a pug so her pups will be pug/beagle/dachshund adorable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic: (It's not of her but it looks like her only not pregnant) &lt;a href="http://s235.beta.photobucket.com/user/gestaltrose/library/" target="_blank" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="https://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee316/gestaltrose/savanna_zpsa230b4e5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap: Mom home from Texas for just a few hours acquires pregnant dog.  I think we are all crazy.</content>
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