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by crowfooted

solarrift:

pearlitariat:

pearlitariat:

im ready to burn my tongue off and astrally project into the signing of the federalist papers

it’s like. a carbonated oreo. i dont know whats happening in my mouth right now mr jefferson

I’m ready to dip this fucker into some coca cola myself

Okay, so I caved and bought these (even though I currently have almost 2 full boxes of regulars at home that I haven’t been eating *wince*). For anyone who likes Oreos, I definitely recommend giving these a try!

You know those tubs/hot tubs with the super-super-fine bubble jets? It’s kind of like having your tongue/mouth in one of those, lol. Except instead of hot water, it’s Oreo filling! The little pop rocks are all tiny, so you don’t get the occasional big cracks like with standard Pop Rocks; just some light, pleasant fizzing that lingers a bit after the rest of the cookie is gone. :3

They’re fun!

by crowfooted

whileyoustillcan:

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Jacob’s fist clenched slightly against his knee, the man staring up at Dolore as the boy inched forward, grinning at him. “Dolore.” The tone was warning but he could hear the hoarseness in his own voice. God, he sounded desperate.

The boy bit his lip, soft and full, and that was it. The final crack that sent the man tumbling forward into oblivion. The boy was an oil slick spilling across his mind, blacking out all sense and sending Jacob blindly stumbling towards the source of his madness.

Jacob stood, leaning forward abruptly, grasping the sharp line of Dolore’s jaw in his hands and pulling him close, their noses barely brushing and the boy shivering as he leaned into the touch. “Do not tempt me, Dolore.” He growled, voice hoarse and rough against the soft lips that parted willingly against the words.