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Ten Day Meme

My first memeeeee (XD I hope it is male). I am afraid of not being able to do that cool thing where you make some sort of link below then, as the first is short enough in normal until I do some pious soul beach as I do ^ ^


Ten Day Meme

Day: Ten things that now would you say to ten different people.
Day: Nine things about yourself. Third day
: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things you think about often.
Day Five: Six things you wish you had not done.
Day Six: Five people that means a lot for you.
Seventh Day : Four things can turn off your excitement so almost immediately. Eighth day
: Three things can excite so almost immediately.
Day Nine : Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: A confession.

1.You are your stupid lover, stop ashamed of me!
2.they be afraid of me please, I bosogno
3.I understand that I'll miss you, I know I told you to go for your own good but in reality I bind you!
4.mi like you, I like you and I would Essert
6.If un'impocrita friend but I want you too well
7.scappa although he hurts you ... I'm just sorry for the child.
8.vorrei you back from Australia but I see that they're better!
9.che say, take a car and run away together??
10. I regret not having had time to keep my child from a thousand promises but I'm glad you're dead, knowing that I love you!

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I decided to justify myself with all the cowardice can: I write not just because of laziness as you might think, but only because my wonderful ability as a writer requires long processing times ... ok who has stopped reading with this wonderful Overture is justified.
Since the last time I wrote a lot of things have changed of course: to begin with are no longer so brat, according to now I have many friends some of whom belong to the magical world of NA.
I have to admit that they have always felt an awe eter against perpetrators of NA, I have always (I always XD) Dee seen as high and bright to my stupid little story which would only make ungrammatical creepy, but now I realize of how low it was my account human in their (your) respect!
remains difficult for me to reconcile the divine iimagine you with the human, especially Whereas many of you still do not know but now I realize that as it may seem naturarale writing is a process that requires commitment, but above all, great humanity.
I still too ashamed to post on Na but I think you can work a bit 'more to see to overcome it (I have to say that a comment to lilyj terrifies me more than it is willing to admit).
Now, if by chance someone explain to me how a meme (of the Series: Force them to you car? If you from where you take? If not who you say them? Etc etc) I would be happy to try to do something XD

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Goodbye lj.

Even so I can go bene.Non write anymore, I can not articulate a thought and it's one that I can sgarbugli tutto.Non trovarmici qui.Ne on Iobloggo, forse.Non know what fare.Voglio go beyond . I want to start from here to there because when I write I do not feel house. the rest, I never left Iobloggo.
may not work, but maybe we just want provare.Voglio try, because ultimately they are not in the state of things to write about something that meriti.Ci Iobloggo see you, return to read .... I'm a stupid incoherent but I'm tired of everything and then do things the way I want.

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Someone That You Think That You can trust is just another way to die.

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What beautiful things ... I am

Tonight was cold, so I put on my denim jacket a thousand years old (not vintage, my jacket vintage vintage has lost a button, and then we do not know how to do ç_ç) is four times that I went out to the 22 because Faith has sent me a text message at 20:07 (according to me is getting too outrageous and ggiovine hahaha). We got a half debate because of the machines and then I decided to pretend he was right because maybe we had and why I did not want to discuss a nonsense genere.C 'was also her boyfriend.
It must be said that now stand them both passionately, you know that I am a good person, right? *
chorus of laughter * Bah, anyway, we went to eat a slush-offer by his Faith, and we did a walk-in center that is so old and decrepit, but there were many ciòvani, so I'm also ciòvane I ecco.Inoltre I realized that ' horrible name that I chose to LJ when I still believed I would not have used it for testing is Claire.Cristo as I'm sad, I choose as the name for a journal my name in English / American / linguemisteriose / Chenes.
Today I even went to Bologna and I started the cycle on the train while talking to the Vale of your symptoms that causes me the beginning of the cycle! Got home I was sick as always and I took a VivinC then I slept like a dormouse for hours, waking occasionally to rattle something or look at the phone (I had the distinct feeling that I would write the Faith). My mother cooked the potatoes and I have eaten, and even if I should avoid sweet because I cycle creates bad effects, I ate of gelato.Non resisted and was the Carte D'or with berries and white chocolate * ç * Last
the latest, now two or three of a wasp nest (disgusting ugly sluts!) have point my dad close eye and head, and now my dad's eye is swollen as to fear (in fact I was terrified by the vision, at least) and I'm wondering if you do not like Monday will be deflated and must leave to work . One eye is almost closed and what worries me is allergic considerevolmente.Non, otherwise at this time would be the emergency room, so I try not to give me too much worry and hope that tomorrow is meglio.Sui sites I've seen it says it is normal to be swollen 24h later ... As a precaution, before you face him, I will ask a tranquilizer in the next few hours: D
Well, with this news that made me the most acute pain and anxiety, therefore, the only writing it, I wish you a good night ( but also a good day, because now we have) and try to retire!

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Apparently they are not able to export my posts from iobloggo.Non is no way that I understand how to do that sia.Quindi English or Italian, for now, be content only see my posts as "new." If you are interested in those "old" there's always my blog about Iobloggo-> elsewhere.
I moved because I thought that was a long time and why in certain platforms, despite all the comforts, after a little 'do not feel freer to write what you pare.Troppe people who log on, too many really, for me.I My blogfriends are welcome, for others, it will take a bit 'more patience, especially for some posts.

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too. It 's too spring, these days, and I can not resist.

Just after lunch, I leave a few minutes in the park of the Centre, to breathe the balmy air and the sweet new season. Then it's back to the computer more serene. and perhaps more productive.

Today in particular, there were many beautiful flowers that adorned the green in the lawn, he lightens it with so many dots of light color. That said, in a low voice (but not too) "but that do not want to do a photo? But we are not nice?" They were right

them, no doubt ;-)

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Jack Black

... and now I post on my LiveJournal my RPS on Jack Black.

What I have the honor of being the 'only to write, but it is not a boast eh .-.


Author: Matatabi
Genre: Drabble, Slash
Pairing: Jack Black / Tatsuya of TOKIO
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The bumblebee should not be able to fly .. . but it does.



What has fascinated Tatsuya was not the charm of a physicist to Angelina Jolie (pregnant with twin girls version) or advice on diaper changing.
E 'was bitten on the neck of his long beard and a friendly advice and possibly make sense.
"You know, it's a shame that we have become extinct. You can chew the bamboo MY when you want "

The bumblebee should not be able to fly (too big, not very aerodynamic), but does not know and does the same.
Jack and Tatsuya are crackpairing (too big, not very aerodynamic), but do not know, and they do the same.

about eight times.



Author: Matatabi
Genre: Drabble, Slash
Pairing: Jack Black / Robert Downey JR
Rating: PG-13
Summary: MTV Video Music Awards 2009



- I bet you do not have the courage to sign it down there.
(Jack always end up having the tone of the class clown)
- I bet it's an excuse for you to put your hands in the pants.
((Robert is a rather dull man, graziemille)
- ORIGINAL. You owe me.
(Panda outraged signed in felt pen on her tits)
- I am new.
((Raising eyebrows . From Tony Stark asshole.)
- "Kick the pandas in the nuts, kick the panda in the nuts!"
(Imitation of the child's sketch of Tropic Thunder. Ouch.)
- Oh. catchment passes everything?
(Smile includes / predatory. Hand. Zip.)
- It 's a minimum.


Author: Matatabi
Genre: Drabble, Slash
Pairing: Jack Black / Robert Downey JR
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert understands the mechanisms of dependence



If there's one thing that Robert is experienced (but it '?) is the dependence on something.
The first dose is free, often random. You can stop whenever you like, only God knows why "when want "is always" tomorrow "Not even you know it, and something you entered under the skin. You need
, minds with anger useless to others and yourself.

And we believe that he loves his family very much, and who dotes on Tanya and Sam Thomas who has just been born.
We believe, really.

With Jack's head between her legs, her fingers between those ridiculous hair oxygenated, Robert is the pusher of himself.



Author: Matatabi
Genre: Drabble, Slash
Pairing: Jack Black + Robert Downey JR
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There are times that we talk too much.



"The character of Portnoy was written with me in mind. Do you think I should feel flattered? "
" Look for small differences-I do not think you suck offriresti of Brandon in exchange for a dose. "
" Nah, that up to you. "
The moment he says it, Jack would riacchiappare the words on the fly, strozzarcisi.
"... because you are bisexual."
"Yeah. For that. "
Robert does not seem to believe even for a moment, the voice of a couple of degrees cooler than the ice in the glass of Jack.
Sbam.Lo chink in more than looks, fooling around and smiles of a certain type is closed.

Author: Matatabi
Genre: Drabble, Slash
Pairing: Jack Black, Robert Downey JR +
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Continuation of "Foot in Mouth Disease. " Some time later, Sherlock Holmes. Jude Law is a cool and bla bla bla.


-L 'single person they love, when seated at my left.

he does more laughing.
HE did not go to bed with the babysitter of his children. HE is not a conventional beauty, not gray eyes, white European accent and a smile ... HIM.

ALIA 'face with that shit, could do much worse than a joke about the unfortunate past of Robert, as occurred to him.
He 's treacherous air, or maybe just British snob bastards.

Jack is convinced that Jude Law's face basically a blowjob, but avoids looking in the mirror as it passes from the living room to the bathroom.

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Right after two days of intensive culture on me a Johnnys (now I can recognize all Kanjani, all Kat-tun and NEWS all if they are still. And if it was that I did not put Yamapi and Jin everywhere regarded as interchangeable ) I wrote a fanfic. On

Johnnys?

No, the Three Kings. Yes, those Magi. Yes, slash. No.
did not seem a bad idea.


Author: Matatabi
Genre: General, Slash, vaguely Philosophical
Pairing: Gaspare Melchiorre x ( GOD that strange writing .-. Brr )
Rating: PG-13
Summary : For our calendar, January 7. The youngest of the Three Kings can not sleep.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and do not own them, strictly speaking, no one apart from the folk tradition since the Bible does not come out. Was not carried out any research for this fanfiction, loosely inspired by the popular Christmas song "We Three Kings." Written in a couple of 'hours because it does.





The boy had not yet entered his tent. Crouching just off the mounts, in the light of the moon looked like a statue. Metallica, for the 'golden hair and the sword of iron that led to the side, intending from the very' beginning to use it to defend the small caravan or put to the service, if necessary, the King of Kings Muta, the silence that had Melchiorre retained since they had left behind the barn and a newborn strange dark eyes of the older time, before which he had deposed his father's gold.
Gaspare the dark put a hand on his shoulder and smiled to hear him startled, surprised, and then relax in the shadows of the night feeling that, even darker, the traveling companion.

"Can not sleep, boy? "
Melchior shook his head and then mention the tent with his chin in the third between them, simple, grim and stern as its occupant.
"Not even you, I see. I wonder how he he .... "
Gaspar sat next to the boy in a rustle of cloth smelling of 'incense, nodding as to encourage him to continue.
"You're older, wiser than me. And now? "
reached out to the expanse of sand and weeds in front them, the sky spotted with stars.
"Now ... what happens? I thought the stars indicating a king - someone who would reign over us. They spoke of a scepter, I took the gold for his crown. But ... "he shook his head, looking for the look of the 'bigger man before holding his chin in the palms. Under the fabric of his tunic, rich and carefully woven, shoulders shaking, "... but I was wrong. I realized when I smiled when the angels sang. It 's all so great, Gaspare. More of our maps, most of the predictions, most of the stars ... "

's strong support for the older man with two fingers on his lips for a moment, a light touch and hot gently to impose silence. He waited a moment before continuing, his arm around the boy's shoulders, her face close to hers - the intelligent and precocious son of a royal family, an enthusiastic student, a boy confused and almost scared the night after most of his life.
"It is, you do not lie. But you were not wrong about the king. Not me I was wrong on the gods - or the old sacrifice. You're lucky if your first journey following the star brought you to this. "He shook
scarcely more than the boy's shoulder, moving a little better to let it settle near him, leaning against his side. He looked up skyward, urging the younger companion to do the same with a nod, her voice low and gentle.
King, God and Sacrifice. And 'something very big, more than they can hold the stars. But it is something that must be scary, nor where to get carried away. Whatever issues this child is something that will change the world as we know it. It is no accident that you, of all people, has read the maps in his coming "He nodded when the boy raised his head, seriously," You have the means and the way the mind to read in the stars. You have the strength to follow what you read. "He read in the smile of that Melchior was the right thing to say - a confirmation by someone who is expected to have reassurance about his place in the 'order of things too big.

's words followed a master 's embrace of a father, a pat on the hair and caked with dust from the journey as they returned to their tents. The boy slipped past the 'input, following the' interior with an uncertain smile as if to ask permission at the same time to get it safe and ashamed to ask.

was not the first time to 'embrace of a father was following a different kind of comfort, equally welcome, was not the first couple of young arms in the dark trying to tighten security, some kind of security before a sky too big . 'S oldest man undid the laces of clothes Melchiorre slipped to the ground, placing his lips on the pale skin, stretched to the clavicles. He shook up the teeth on her neck and heard him give a groan and make stronger hands to her hips, pushing against him.
There 'was no need for words that night, and everything would be consensual forgotten in the morning. The hands on him, and gasps, the taste of warm skin under the tongue. The movements of the awkward boy, like a young animal. His pale skin in the dark and that of companion, so that the dark hand between her legs looked like a spread of Melchior 's shadow itself.

On the one hand the youth of him, his body balance and flexibility, a 'pleasant occasion to release tension in recent days to try a fresh fruit and - judging by the difficulty of completing it - intact. From 'other a' admiration resulted in confused impulses and thoughts about 'dark-skinned man, accentuated by the desire to be kept tight to get to sleep at night - that night - in the arms of someone who knows the road.

Later Gaspare quietly left the 'tangle of blankets and the silhouette of the boy who was snoring floor, surrounded by a peaceful sleep. She stroked a 'hair last time before slipping across the threshold of the tent - it was the first time of' dawn, c 'was still time to read fate in the stars of the Little Kings and their location.

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Auburn Hair.

Title: Auburn Hair.

Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers.
Characters: Alfred F. Jones (America) / Arthur Kirkland (UK), Francis Bonnefoy (France).
Genre: Cazzato is a kind? If so, I would say comedy.
Warnings: Slash .
Rating: Verde.
Summary: "Alfred had decided to dye his hair red. Coppery-red color, to be precise. "
Notes: written for the Criticombola with the prompt number 17 - " Rosa ".
Thanks to my wonderful guy who always bear all my obsessions (and the last is precisely APH) and my follies.

And remember, that the VodkaaaaaH be with you \u0026lt;3

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Alfred decided to dye his hair red.

coppery red color, to be precise.

Looking back, maybe it was not then this wonderful idea.

Especially since at that moment he found himself sitting on the stool bathroom, right next to the giant mirror, gazing at his new, beautiful, trendy and fluorescent pink hair.

While he was busy yelling at the damn box containing the dye, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Alfreeeeed! Have you finished with that devilish? I should use the bathroom. "

Arthur Kirkland, companion and lover of Alfred, more commonly known as man-with-sopracciglioni claimed to enter.

"Er .. I did not .. I have not finished yet. It is not you could go in the bathroom? "

" What other bathroom, I'm sorry? We have only one. "

" Mh, we are out of the bushes ... "

" Alfred. "

" What hydrangea should be ... "

" Alfred. "

" ... particularly comfortable. "

" Alfred! "

"Okay, okay, now I go out."

trying to delay as much as possible the fateful moment, Alfred got up from his stool slowly, slowly went back to the tint place, slowly threw the empty box in the trash, slowly returned his towel in place and slowly turned the key to open the door.

" Oh my God. "

" Shut up Arthur. "

" What? You ...? Alfred? "

" Shut up. "

" What the hell have you done to your hair? "

Arthur finally managed to make a logical statement accomplished.

"None."

Alfred kept walking without looking at heading towards the kitchen.

"How nothing? Your hair is pink! "

Arthur stared at him with a look nothing short of hallucinatory.

"It is fashionable, you know?"

Alfred looked away, staring insistently an apple in the basket of fruit.

"And anyway, are bronze."

"Yeah. And I'm Henry VIII. Alfred, are the same color pink highlighter favorite Francis. "

"Someone called me?"

Francis magically appeared the kitchen door, with his usual sly smile.

At the same time Alfred took the basket of fruit and spilling the contents on the floor, put it on the head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I went to do a greet my dear, but I see that here you have a problem of style."

"Francis go. And you, Alfred, that thing take off from the head, has already seen them so much. "

" Oui . I'm just resolved the emergency. "

" No thanks, do without. "

" As if you could do without moi. "

Francis From the kitchen door and headed for Alfred took his hand, unleashing the wrath of Arthur.

"Idiot! Let soon "

" In a few minutes will be all yours again, fear not. "

" No, hey! "

"I'll carry one piece .. Well, almost. "

turning a deaf ear to the other protests Arthur, Francis ran upstairs, carrying with it Alfred and closing the bathroom.

-When-two hours after they left the bathroom, Arthur remained without words.

The pink had turned nell'agognato Alfred bronze and displayed a smirk.

"So? I did a good job or not? "

" Yeah Francis. That is, no. Not bad. But now out of here. "

" I'm going. Until next my dear. "

Francis left the scene smacking a kiss on the cheek of Alfred, who gave a disgust towards.

"So? Like .. How are me? "

approaching Alfred Arthur smiled and taking his hand.

"The red definitely gives you much more than the pink."

"Ah. That's it? "Alfred performed her usual pout.

"Shh. I said that you really are .. "

Arthur approached his lips and those of Alfred, stopping just before you meet them, finish the sentence.

".. exciting."

"Oh."