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Onkohan jotenkin huolestuttavaa että mun viikon kohokohta on se, että Dangerous Pleasure julkaisee taas pari uutta chapteria? :

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Mistä tietää että meillä on oudot huvit :DDDDDDD


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= edes tuo ei riitä kuvaamaan sitä lulzin määrää.

LÄHEN ETELÄ-AFRIKKAAN !!

ps mikä helvetin pakkomielle mul on näihin yaoikuviin? *köhköh mantsanesitelmä köhköh*

Suosittelen teitä lukemaan Animal X mangan jos pidätte yaoista ja dinosauruksista 8'DDD
Naureskelein vähän väliä tätä lukiessani, aijaijai miten ihana olikaan vaikka onki vuoden mua vanhempi manga. Eli siis 1990 vuonna tehty <3 Oikein herkkupala olis!

(MangaFoxista voi lukea ne kaikki! Wink wink!)
Ja nyt menen nukkumaan, nähden unta dinosauruksista ja yaoista! <3

Katoin pikkuveljien kaa Turtles elokuvan :D Jaa häh? ai et oon joku vitu turtles fani xDDD no en. siis mun mieleni oli vaan niitten ihmeellisissä insesti vihjauksissa :DD aijjai, nam.
vittu mulla o huono kuulo xDD siinä sanottii jotai et "suojellaan" nii minäpä kuulin et "suudellaan" xDDD siis oishan se sopinu :D

oli silleen ihana pv....:

oltiin lahnajärvel ja meijän kanss oli yks perhe jolla on 3 wee tyttö (joka on myös aivan ääägh!!!!) ja hän vanhemmat on niiiiin retarted!!!! sanottiin heill et ottakaa omat ruoat mut ei ne tietty ottannu... mull ei jäänny mtn syötävää ku ne söi mun ruokaa..... niih.... sit kerrottiin et siell on rantaa nii ottakaa uikkarit mukaan ja khyll ne UIKKARIT ottii mut ei pyyhe xDD jos kerran otat uikkarit nii oyyhe vähä niiku kuuluu sen mukaa... sit se tyttö aina sanoo mua tädiks ja vaikk mä sanon et eiii vaan sisko (hindiks) mut se ei haluu korjata sitä.... ja hänen vanhemmil se on ihan sama...

sit mä hermostuin aika pahast nii lähin soutamaan... aurinko oli vähä laskennu niin oli aivan ihana, sit mull oli mukana yaoi (kiittii emu<3), musiikki, ja koko järvi n__n

soitin emull ja idall jossain vaihees ja ne oli siivomass idan kämppä...

sit ku tultiin kotiin nii vippe huutaa ihan random mutsill: sull on oudot sukkii~

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sain kunnon naurut siit >_<

Teen Lailalle taas toista meilii mis on paaaaljon yaoi ficcejä ja aloin miettimään:
Mitä jos 4kids sais oikeudet Reborniin...?

Mä löysin Team Fortress 2 yaoi-threadin XDDDD

Your hands are on my skin, on my hair, on me. You can see everything, into my very soul and through it all. It makes me shiver in excitement. It makes me cold every time I see you. It makes me hot every time I think of you. It makes me want you so much it starts to hurt, I yearn for your touch every second of my life.

You dug your nails on my hips, bruising them, maybe even draw blood. I donÂ’t know, I canÂ’t see, I canÂ’t think, concentrate on anything but that feeling. I donÂ’t mind if you draw blood, I like blood, I like the colour of it, the smell of it, the taste of it. IÂ’m intrigued by blood, my blood, your blood. Our blood.

You say something, but I canÂ’t make out of it what. It doesnÂ’t matter, I just need to hear your voice, somewhere there calling me. Moaning my name, even shouting it, as you fill your self with me. I love your voice, the one that treacherously traps me inside of it as it whispers sweet lies into my ear.

I can vaguely see your eyes in the line of my vanishing sight, looking at me, hungry for wanting more, glazed of the feeling of it all, brutally taking me in, and it is still not enough. It is never enough. We keep the eye contact through it all, even when our vision getÂ’s blurry, even as we feel we are dying, because thatÂ’s what this is, playing with death.

My throat protest when a moan stifles from somewhere deep, trying to make itÂ’s way up, out of my mouth and to be heard by him. But it doesnÂ’t come up, it stuck halfway on my throat and I can feel my voice is crackling up. The moans comes out as a hoarse breathe, names never making their way out wholly, screams are of those that have been tortured for years.

But everything, it all, is us. ThatÂ’s what we are, that is what defines us. The seemingly kind touches turns into rough ones, sweet voices turn into one of monsters, the eyes turns nightly into predatory, filled with never ending lust and despair.

I canÂ’t see anymore, only blurred lines and few colours. You are the only one I can see anymore, I can see you through our entwined bodies, the pain and pleasure mixed together, with that heavenly feeling that makes us feel whole.

I can hardly breathe, my throat feeling dry and over used. IÂ’m near, I can feel it, and I canÂ’t breathe. I know you are near, you pull that silk and make me almost see heaven. I can almost feel it, itÂ’s there, hanging somewhere on my vision. Suddenly it all comes, washing over my head like a giant wave that just slammed my mind on the rock, making it all explode into blinding whiteness and overwhelming pleasure.

That is all I can feel for an eternity, this little paradise that we have together reached. That eternity is broken when you take the thing binding me, us, to it of carefully, like expecting it to broke when you know it wouldnÂ’t. I can see clearly now, but IÂ’m so tired, so fully satisfied I donÂ’t care, all I can see is you, holding that white silk, the one binding us, into our paradise.

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It's final. I will never write again. Okay, I don't believe that even myself. But.. still!