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13. PäiväSunnuntai 13.12.2009 18:59
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
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h000Lauantai 21.11.2009 16:48
mun pitäs olla lähös mirjal mut en oo viel ees pukenu ja meikannu
ja silti istun vaan lukees h/d't
ja silti istun vaan lukees h/d't
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet
minulla on kipeä vesikello oikeankäden etusormen päässäKeskiviikko 18.11.2009 00:15
ja se siis on hyvinkin kipeä : ((( eikä mieleni tee pirtää kirjottaa ym. ja huomenna ois kuvista = voi vittu
mutta söin tänään hyviä juttuja ( subwayssa patonkiaa omnomnam ) jaaa ostin tosi kivat housut jaaaa paidan
ja mulla oli kivaa iren ja tiinan kansssaa
ja nyt koht pitäs kirjottaa enkun essee huomiseks ups
// mut taidan kyl ennen kun teen ton esseen lukee vähän h/d'tä .. ....
mutta söin tänään hyviä juttuja ( subwayssa patonkiaa omnomnam ) jaaa ostin tosi kivat housut jaaaa paidan
ja mulla oli kivaa iren ja tiinan kansssaa
ja nyt koht pitäs kirjottaa enkun essee huomiseks ups
// mut taidan kyl ennen kun teen ton esseen lukee vähän h/d'tä .. ....
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
- Shoppailu Harrastukset,
- Viimetippa Koulu ja opiskelu
Random Quotes, Pt. 2 - AngstMaanantai 07.09.2009 05:00
Neljä Word-sivullista kaikensorttista masentavuutta eri fandomeista.
~~~
The people around him were all alien. He felt like he had been cracked into a million pieces but had been glued together again. He didn't want to be stuck together anymore, he wanted to fall apart.
The stupidest part of all was that some tiny little part of him wanted to cry and he didn´t know why.
The thought actually made him laugh, but by the time he'd had some considerable amusement, tears were running down his cheeks, and he was too sad to remember the joke.
The stone beneath his fingers was cool and smooth, and he was arguing with himself, and he didn't even remember what the argument was about.
(Bond by Anna Fugazzi)
Pity is such a remorseless, wrenching thing. Something you offer when you see something weak, and cannot summon up the energy for contempt. Something so far away from love.
(Underwater Light by Maya)
Harry was incredibly tired. Not the sort of tired that was 'I need to sleep. I can't keep my eyes open.' but more like 'I don't want to be here anymore. I don't think I can stand to keep my eyes open without them welling up with tears.'
(Beautiful World by Cinnemon)
The boy's grey eyes were so sad and Harry's mind informed him that it was not fair, no one as young as them should have that look in their eyes. The thing was he had seen it before, he saw it every day when he looked in the mirror.
(Gold Tinted Spectacles by Beren (aka Didi))
"I'm perfectly fine," he said firmly, refusing to acknowledge the tears that were making their way down his cheeks.
He wished he didn't feel so very cold.
(Absolution by Rushlight)
He thinks bleeding is a lot like flying. Every time, he bleeds a little more and makes sure none of it lands on his crisp white sheets. More than once he notices that the blood matches the red duvet on his bed. Ironic, really, he thinks as a few drops disappear and converge with the blanket. Sometimes he heals the wounds but other times he lets them heal naturally; scar his skin. He likes to look at them. They bring him happiness and a little bit of pain.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
Usually it's nothing but Harry likes to pretend that someone would come looking for him if he did disappear. As much as he wants to be left alone, he also likes to dream about someone caring about him and looking for him. It feels insane to him that he's so indecisive about his feelings.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
He hurts himself because there's no one else to do it. He never thought that he would like pain so much. But maybe it's not the pain that is so fulfilling, maybe it's that he does it. He does it to himself. He can stop when he wants, he can whisper the safe-word when it becomes too much for him. At the same time, though, he doesn't know when to stop and he doesn't know what the safe-word is.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
"I'm not insane," he whispers. "Crazy, perhaps, but insanity can only be proclaimed by a court of law." He begins to laugh and laughing feels so right so he keeps doing it until he thinks that maybe he is insane.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
Every evening I would look into those empty eyes, wondering if he could hear me, if he simply was unable to react or so withdrawn into himself that it did not matter at all whether or not I was here.
Every evening I would feel myself die a little more.
(To Regain Lost Time by lordhellebore)
And, most of all, happiness was seeing the shadow of a smile on the lips of a man who probably did not even know that he was smiling, or why. Sometimes, I allowed myself to imagine that he smiled because of me.
(To Regain Lost Time by lordhellebore)
Harry wants to say, 'can't you see the darkness in the cracks of the wall, under the doorstep?' He can't. He sits down at a checked tablecloth and eats apple pie that tastes of dust and ashes.
(Black Story by Jay Tryfanstone)
Draco wishes illusions didn't have to be shattered before you could grow up and start being real.
(Broken Down by halfofme)
"What were you dreaming about, I wonder?"
Dreaming...
No. No.
Something inside Harry seemed to crack open at the question, sucking the last of his soul away.
(A Fracture of the Mind's Eye by Rushlight)
He shivers and curls up further into the corner. Maybe he'll be lucky and freeze to death, they won't find him for a week and it'll be okay.
(As Children Often Do by Lux)
They were all just dolls at a tea party, animated by psychopathic children who forced words in their mouths and made them dance to whatever tune they chose, and when the game was over they were thrown in the corner, dirty, broken, unloved; forgotten.
(The Playroom)
I'm doing this for a purpose, but sometimes at night the agony overwhelms me, and I find myself kneeling pathetically on the hard flagstones, wishing there was a higher power I could pray to, someone to ask for forgiveness.
(Dragonweed by Penguin)
Tobias lifted his eyes and scanned his own personal hell. Not one willing to stop what they knew was happening. Not one. Tobias wondered fleetingly whether if he cried out to God, God would have don't involve me plastered on his fucking forehead, too.
(Cat and Mouse at lovethatdares.com)
"Will you hold my hand in there?" Davey asked. "I don't want to die alone."
(Auschwitz: Finding Love In Hell. by IceAngel)
Robin turns back towards him. "Nice."
Wilson smiles, attempting to look at ease, and gives a mild shrug. "It'll do."
The story of my life, he thinks bitterly.
(Reverberation by cryptictac)
"I finally came up with an answer to my own question."
"Question, what question?"
"Am I happy. I know the answer."
"Where are you?"
"I'm not happy."
"Where. Are. You?"
"I'm not happy and I never really have been. I've just been putting up, playing with masks, trying to find one to suit me. But I couldn't. Do you know why?"
"I'm not kidding.."
"Neither am I. I couldn't find a mask because masks aren't real, and I'm real. I am."
In his dreams, Donnie doesn't think at all. He just takes Frank's blank slate of a face in his hands and presses it to his. Closes his eyes and kisses that regretful mouth and doesn't think about the fact that he can taste blood.
(He Dreams)
Davey reached his hand up and touched it to Adam's cheek for comfort. He really didn't know what to say to him to make him feel better because everything that people said to those that were losing loved ones were just polite statements because in reality there really was nothing you could say to take the pain away or make a loss hurt less.
(Permanent by Havoksangel)
He felt empty now. He no longer wanted to get out of here. Now he wanted more than anything to be seen. He wanted someone to notice him and hold him like the secretary had done, tell him that it would be all right. That he wasn't alone. That maybe he even mattered.
(Days Before You Came by Trillie)
He could taste himself as they savoured him, not just his anatomy but his thoughts, his feelings, and his panic tasted like battery acid.
(Days Before You Came by Trillie)
Jade laid the rose down gently next to Hunter's pale hand, wiping tears away from his eyes furiously.
"Be careful of the thorns," Jade whispered, voice cracking as he stood up abruptly. "I know you've always loved roses, but you've got to look out for the thorns."
(But you promised me by scarredsodeep)
“I wonder what she’ll do when you realize you can’t run from yourself anymore. When you can’t keep up with this lie anymore. You know you will. You live in fear of that fact. You’ve gotten yourself so deep in your denial that you’re drowning in it. And God knows I won’t be the one to save you this time.”
(Lies by sparkinside)
He figured out a long time ago that he would always be stuck in a box, clawing at the walls to try and break free as everyone around him watched in disappointment.
(Definitions by Maj)
It was that someone could live this way, and never once show any signs that they were suffering. That someone could endure this sort of existence, and still smile at the rest of the world, still laugh at the rest of the world, feeling completely hollow and empty, never knowing what it was like to smile and really mean it.
Finally he just kept going, almost like a violinist swiping his bow across the instrument, playing a lovely, pretty tune. Yet Jade was no artist, and there was no music. There was nothing beautiful about this. It was ugly. Just as he was.
It only made him hate himself that much more. That his pain and insecurities were so visible, letting others know immediately that he was not worth the effort, and had never been worth the effort.
What do they want from him? What is it that he’s apparently supposed to be doing, because he had always thought that he was trying? Short of slitting his wrists and telling everyone around him to drink, to take every drop of him into themselves until there is nothing left of him, he’s not sure what else he can do. He’s not sure if there’s anything left of him to take.
(Mahlus Gardens by Maj)
Everyone thinks he’s nothing but a liar, a fake, when he’s not. Sometimes he just wants to stand before them and rip his own heart out, hold it out to them so they can see every beat, every twitch, that way they would know that he does have a heart. That he does feel.
He can feel that his body is on the verge of betraying him, but yet he cannot find the motivation to do what he needs to do to protect it, to nourish it.
It is somewhat difficult to find a reason to take care of himself, though, when there is nothing to look forward to, in general.
He is reminded of his most fatal flaw of all; his sensitivity to the things that have not personally happened to him. He has been slighted, tossed around, burned more times than he can count, yet it is the things like abandoned parks that sits heavily on his heart. It is the things such as empty swing sets and dry, brittle leaves that brings tears to his eyes, that makes him weep for so much loss and rejection.
You don’t have a heart, he’s been told several times before. You care for nothing. You feel nothing.
That isn’t true. He’s just missing that spark, that remote part of the brain that allows connection to the living and the breathing.
He cares. Just about the wrong things.
A suspicion clicks into place, he thinks shit, Tosh, and starts stroking her hair.
“It will all be ok,” he whispers, and for one horrible moment, he can’t remember who he’s talking to.
(That Old Black Magic by paperclipbitch)
~~~
The people around him were all alien. He felt like he had been cracked into a million pieces but had been glued together again. He didn't want to be stuck together anymore, he wanted to fall apart.
The stupidest part of all was that some tiny little part of him wanted to cry and he didn´t know why.
The thought actually made him laugh, but by the time he'd had some considerable amusement, tears were running down his cheeks, and he was too sad to remember the joke.
The stone beneath his fingers was cool and smooth, and he was arguing with himself, and he didn't even remember what the argument was about.
(Bond by Anna Fugazzi)
Pity is such a remorseless, wrenching thing. Something you offer when you see something weak, and cannot summon up the energy for contempt. Something so far away from love.
(Underwater Light by Maya)
Harry was incredibly tired. Not the sort of tired that was 'I need to sleep. I can't keep my eyes open.' but more like 'I don't want to be here anymore. I don't think I can stand to keep my eyes open without them welling up with tears.'
(Beautiful World by Cinnemon)
The boy's grey eyes were so sad and Harry's mind informed him that it was not fair, no one as young as them should have that look in their eyes. The thing was he had seen it before, he saw it every day when he looked in the mirror.
(Gold Tinted Spectacles by Beren (aka Didi))
"I'm perfectly fine," he said firmly, refusing to acknowledge the tears that were making their way down his cheeks.
He wished he didn't feel so very cold.
(Absolution by Rushlight)
He thinks bleeding is a lot like flying. Every time, he bleeds a little more and makes sure none of it lands on his crisp white sheets. More than once he notices that the blood matches the red duvet on his bed. Ironic, really, he thinks as a few drops disappear and converge with the blanket. Sometimes he heals the wounds but other times he lets them heal naturally; scar his skin. He likes to look at them. They bring him happiness and a little bit of pain.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
Usually it's nothing but Harry likes to pretend that someone would come looking for him if he did disappear. As much as he wants to be left alone, he also likes to dream about someone caring about him and looking for him. It feels insane to him that he's so indecisive about his feelings.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
He hurts himself because there's no one else to do it. He never thought that he would like pain so much. But maybe it's not the pain that is so fulfilling, maybe it's that he does it. He does it to himself. He can stop when he wants, he can whisper the safe-word when it becomes too much for him. At the same time, though, he doesn't know when to stop and he doesn't know what the safe-word is.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
"I'm not insane," he whispers. "Crazy, perhaps, but insanity can only be proclaimed by a court of law." He begins to laugh and laughing feels so right so he keeps doing it until he thinks that maybe he is insane.
(Book of Shadows by Lux)
Every evening I would look into those empty eyes, wondering if he could hear me, if he simply was unable to react or so withdrawn into himself that it did not matter at all whether or not I was here.
Every evening I would feel myself die a little more.
(To Regain Lost Time by lordhellebore)
And, most of all, happiness was seeing the shadow of a smile on the lips of a man who probably did not even know that he was smiling, or why. Sometimes, I allowed myself to imagine that he smiled because of me.
(To Regain Lost Time by lordhellebore)
Harry wants to say, 'can't you see the darkness in the cracks of the wall, under the doorstep?' He can't. He sits down at a checked tablecloth and eats apple pie that tastes of dust and ashes.
(Black Story by Jay Tryfanstone)
Draco wishes illusions didn't have to be shattered before you could grow up and start being real.
(Broken Down by halfofme)
"What were you dreaming about, I wonder?"
Dreaming...
No. No.
Something inside Harry seemed to crack open at the question, sucking the last of his soul away.
(A Fracture of the Mind's Eye by Rushlight)
He shivers and curls up further into the corner. Maybe he'll be lucky and freeze to death, they won't find him for a week and it'll be okay.
(As Children Often Do by Lux)
They were all just dolls at a tea party, animated by psychopathic children who forced words in their mouths and made them dance to whatever tune they chose, and when the game was over they were thrown in the corner, dirty, broken, unloved; forgotten.
(The Playroom)
I'm doing this for a purpose, but sometimes at night the agony overwhelms me, and I find myself kneeling pathetically on the hard flagstones, wishing there was a higher power I could pray to, someone to ask for forgiveness.
(Dragonweed by Penguin)
Tobias lifted his eyes and scanned his own personal hell. Not one willing to stop what they knew was happening. Not one. Tobias wondered fleetingly whether if he cried out to God, God would have don't involve me plastered on his fucking forehead, too.
(Cat and Mouse at lovethatdares.com)
"Will you hold my hand in there?" Davey asked. "I don't want to die alone."
(Auschwitz: Finding Love In Hell. by IceAngel)
Robin turns back towards him. "Nice."
Wilson smiles, attempting to look at ease, and gives a mild shrug. "It'll do."
The story of my life, he thinks bitterly.
(Reverberation by cryptictac)
"I finally came up with an answer to my own question."
"Question, what question?"
"Am I happy. I know the answer."
"Where are you?"
"I'm not happy."
"Where. Are. You?"
"I'm not happy and I never really have been. I've just been putting up, playing with masks, trying to find one to suit me. But I couldn't. Do you know why?"
"I'm not kidding.."
"Neither am I. I couldn't find a mask because masks aren't real, and I'm real. I am."
In his dreams, Donnie doesn't think at all. He just takes Frank's blank slate of a face in his hands and presses it to his. Closes his eyes and kisses that regretful mouth and doesn't think about the fact that he can taste blood.
(He Dreams)
Davey reached his hand up and touched it to Adam's cheek for comfort. He really didn't know what to say to him to make him feel better because everything that people said to those that were losing loved ones were just polite statements because in reality there really was nothing you could say to take the pain away or make a loss hurt less.
(Permanent by Havoksangel)
He felt empty now. He no longer wanted to get out of here. Now he wanted more than anything to be seen. He wanted someone to notice him and hold him like the secretary had done, tell him that it would be all right. That he wasn't alone. That maybe he even mattered.
(Days Before You Came by Trillie)
He could taste himself as they savoured him, not just his anatomy but his thoughts, his feelings, and his panic tasted like battery acid.
(Days Before You Came by Trillie)
Jade laid the rose down gently next to Hunter's pale hand, wiping tears away from his eyes furiously.
"Be careful of the thorns," Jade whispered, voice cracking as he stood up abruptly. "I know you've always loved roses, but you've got to look out for the thorns."
(But you promised me by scarredsodeep)
“I wonder what she’ll do when you realize you can’t run from yourself anymore. When you can’t keep up with this lie anymore. You know you will. You live in fear of that fact. You’ve gotten yourself so deep in your denial that you’re drowning in it. And God knows I won’t be the one to save you this time.”
(Lies by sparkinside)
He figured out a long time ago that he would always be stuck in a box, clawing at the walls to try and break free as everyone around him watched in disappointment.
(Definitions by Maj)
It was that someone could live this way, and never once show any signs that they were suffering. That someone could endure this sort of existence, and still smile at the rest of the world, still laugh at the rest of the world, feeling completely hollow and empty, never knowing what it was like to smile and really mean it.
Finally he just kept going, almost like a violinist swiping his bow across the instrument, playing a lovely, pretty tune. Yet Jade was no artist, and there was no music. There was nothing beautiful about this. It was ugly. Just as he was.
It only made him hate himself that much more. That his pain and insecurities were so visible, letting others know immediately that he was not worth the effort, and had never been worth the effort.
What do they want from him? What is it that he’s apparently supposed to be doing, because he had always thought that he was trying? Short of slitting his wrists and telling everyone around him to drink, to take every drop of him into themselves until there is nothing left of him, he’s not sure what else he can do. He’s not sure if there’s anything left of him to take.
(Mahlus Gardens by Maj)
Everyone thinks he’s nothing but a liar, a fake, when he’s not. Sometimes he just wants to stand before them and rip his own heart out, hold it out to them so they can see every beat, every twitch, that way they would know that he does have a heart. That he does feel.
He can feel that his body is on the verge of betraying him, but yet he cannot find the motivation to do what he needs to do to protect it, to nourish it.
It is somewhat difficult to find a reason to take care of himself, though, when there is nothing to look forward to, in general.
He is reminded of his most fatal flaw of all; his sensitivity to the things that have not personally happened to him. He has been slighted, tossed around, burned more times than he can count, yet it is the things like abandoned parks that sits heavily on his heart. It is the things such as empty swing sets and dry, brittle leaves that brings tears to his eyes, that makes him weep for so much loss and rejection.
You don’t have a heart, he’s been told several times before. You care for nothing. You feel nothing.
That isn’t true. He’s just missing that spark, that remote part of the brain that allows connection to the living and the breathing.
He cares. Just about the wrong things.
A suspicion clicks into place, he thinks shit, Tosh, and starts stroking her hair.
“It will all be ok,” he whispers, and for one horrible moment, he can’t remember who he’s talking to.
(That Old Black Magic by paperclipbitch)
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
- Homantikko Minä ja muut,
- Make slash not war Elämänkatsomus ja filosofia
[Ei aihetta]Tiistai 04.08.2009 01:01
Omnomnom.
Puoliverinen Prinssi oli hyvä :>
Ginny vaa on toosi ärsyttävä 8< yhy. Koko ajan Harryn kimpussa. Harry on Dracon, mur !
Toi leffa oli niin täynnä hoodeetä, et nyt tuli kamala hinku päästä kirjottamaan sitä :D
omnomnom.
Hm, oli vaa jännä ku välil mietin tota leffa itekseni, nii hahmojen nimet vähä muuttu. Hagrid oli ainaki yhes vaihees Gerard, Ginny tais olla Frank ja Harry Gerard. Ja olisko Dracoki ollu Frank. :'D
mut oli se hyvä :>
Puoliverinen Prinssi oli hyvä :>
Ginny vaa on toosi ärsyttävä 8< yhy. Koko ajan Harryn kimpussa. Harry on Dracon, mur !
Toi leffa oli niin täynnä hoodeetä, et nyt tuli kamala hinku päästä kirjottamaan sitä :D
omnomnom.
Hm, oli vaa jännä ku välil mietin tota leffa itekseni, nii hahmojen nimet vähä muuttu. Hagrid oli ainaki yhes vaihees Gerard, Ginny tais olla Frank ja Harry Gerard. Ja olisko Dracoki ollu Frank. :'D
mut oli se hyvä :>
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
- Harry Potter Televisio ja elokuvat,
- Harry Potter ja Puoliverinen Prinssi Muut,
- Harry/Draco < 3 Rakkaus,
- My Chemical Romance Musiikki
Piirakkaa? - Ei minulle.Perjantai 17.07.2009 02:13
Elikäs joo, käytiin tossa äsken tsekkaamassa Häri Pötö ja Halv-Bluud Prinssi.
Voi mahtavuus. Kuolin.
Se oli ehdottomasti varmasti paras Potter-leffa, joka on koskaan tehty.
OUH, ne special-efektit! NAM.
MUTTA KAIKISTA PARASTA OLI KYLLÄ KAIKKI SE H/D:n MÄÄRÄ!
Huhhhhh, siitä syntyy vielä oikein kivat fanivideohyökkäykset esmes JuuTubeen.
Se oli niin mahtava, että tärisin sen jälkeen aika RUTKASTI. Tai sitten vain vähän, mutta silti. :'D
Mie vielä itkin siinä lopussa! WHOOT! Laskujen mukaan toi oli joku kolmas leffa, missä oon itkeny. Vaikka vaan vähän TIHRUSTIN (ÖLOL :'DDD), niin miun mittapuulla se on aika paljon.
Oli muuten hauska leffa, vaikka loppu olikin ihan nyyhkisnyyhkis.
Repeiltiin aika monesti med Linde. :'DD
Eli siis. Parhaita leffoja, joita oon koskaan nähny. Ja jes pliis, ostan deeveedeen. As soon as se tulee kauppoihin ostettavaksi.
Jeesbox, me loves. ♥___♥
PS. Ai niin, shoppailtiinkin siinä vähän. Maksoin kortilla vähän liikaa. :'D Siinä on joku vain satanen päivässä-rajoitus. Aika angst. Ostinpa ainakin kivasti vaatteita ja parit kengätkin siinä tuli haalittua.
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- Draco Malfoy Fanclubit,
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
- Harry Potter fani ja YLPEÄ siitä! Fanclubit,
- Harry Potter ja Puoliverinen Prinssi Muut,
- Tota, kivat kengät pannaaks ? Muut
ei jee.Keskiviikko 10.06.2009 05:48
Kaikki muistaa Brieff#blogcomments ton ficin, mistä tossa puhutaan.
No tänään etenin siinä sellaiseen lauseeseen, missä sanotaan:
Yes. Professor Dumbledore was also supposed to be present at your unbonding, but just happened to be called away to a meeting with a representative of the Finnish centaurs.
= kyllikkibeta ja suomalaisia kentaureja. O__________________O
mandiselitäppä tämäkin sitten.
No tänään etenin siinä sellaiseen lauseeseen, missä sanotaan:
Yes. Professor Dumbledore was also supposed to be present at your unbonding, but just happened to be called away to a meeting with a representative of the Finnish centaurs.
= kyllikkibeta ja suomalaisia kentaureja. O__________________O
mandiselitäppä tämäkin sitten.
- Luokiteltu yhteisöihin
- Fanfiction Kirjallisuus ja lehdet,
- H/D Kirjallisuus ja lehdet
mä ihan tosi päätin etten enää laittais näitä mut <33Perjantai 05.06.2009 04:54
(01:51:42) Brieff: voi muah
(01:51:44) Brieff: XD
(01:51:46) Brieff: et arvaa
(01:51:50) Mandi: no
(01:51:51) Brieff: löysin sellasen ficin
(01:52:03) Brieff: siinä lukee:Thanks to Kyllikki, the best beta ever :)
(01:52:05) Brieff: MITÄVITTUA
(01:52:08) Brieff: Kyllikki
(01:52:10) Brieff: juujuu
(01:52:24) Mandi: XD EI
(01:52:32) Mandi: KYLLIKKI.
(01:52:48) Brieff: kuka ottaa nettinimekseen jonkun kyllikin -.-
(01:53:23) Mandi: joku jenkki joka on selannu suomalaisia nimiä ja kattonu että jee, onpas jännä
(01:53:36) Brieff: huaah
(01:53:39) Brieff: joujou
(01:51:44) Brieff: XD
(01:51:46) Brieff: et arvaa
(01:51:50) Mandi: no
(01:51:51) Brieff: löysin sellasen ficin
(01:52:03) Brieff: siinä lukee:Thanks to Kyllikki, the best beta ever :)
(01:52:05) Brieff: MITÄVITTUA
(01:52:08) Brieff: Kyllikki
(01:52:10) Brieff: juujuu
(01:52:24) Mandi: XD EI
(01:52:32) Mandi: KYLLIKKI.
(01:52:48) Brieff: kuka ottaa nettinimekseen jonkun kyllikin -.-
(01:53:23) Mandi: joku jenkki joka on selannu suomalaisia nimiä ja kattonu että jee, onpas jännä
(01:53:36) Brieff: huaah
(01:53:39) Brieff: joujou
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[Ei aihetta]Keskiviikko 03.06.2009 01:25
Toisella pojalla on platinanvaaleat hiukset jotka hulmuavat talvituulessa.
Joo whattafrank?
Vittu, nauran. Osaaaaan :
D
Joo whattafrank?
Vittu, nauran. Osaaaaan :
D
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Kyl kirpas.Tiistai 02.06.2009 03:51
(00:41:56) puf: linkkaa mulle hyvä ficci
(00:42:33) puf: semmone hauska
(00:42:34) puf: ei englantia
(00:42:35) puf: suomea
(00:47:09) Brieff: ööm
(00:47:57) Brieff: http://www.finfanfun.fi/index.php?topic=2552.0
(00:48:49) puf: mä tiiän tän. linkitit viime kesänä 8D
(00:50:48) Brieff: joo
(00:50:49) Brieff: XD
(00:50:53) Brieff: no mä en tiiä muita
(00:50:55) Brieff: 8'DDDDDDDDDDDDDd
(00:42:33) puf: semmone hauska
(00:42:34) puf: ei englantia
(00:42:35) puf: suomea
(00:47:09) Brieff: ööm
(00:47:57) Brieff: http://www.finfanfun.fi/index.php?topic=2552.0
(00:48:49) puf: mä tiiän tän. linkitit viime kesänä 8D
(00:50:48) Brieff: joo
(00:50:49) Brieff: XD
(00:50:53) Brieff: no mä en tiiä muita
(00:50:55) Brieff: 8'DDDDDDDDDDDDDd
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