During an undetermined time period, in an unknown setting, there was a rather peculiar land of Reds and Blues. In this land, it was frowned upon to love others of the same color; Blues only loved Reds and Reds only loved Blues. But there was one vibrant color who did not agree with this silent law, a Blue named Indigo. Indigo loved other Blues. He knew he was not supposed to but he could not control his feelings for them. Every night, Indigo prayed to become a Red so he could love other Blues without it being wrong.
One day, Indigo had an idea. "Maybe if I paint myself red," he said excitedly, "the other colors will think I'm a Red!" Indigo
Is it just me, or is Algebra, like, the most boring class ever? I mean, seriously. The work is totally dumb, the teacher's, like, putting me to sleep, and the grades are just ew to the max. Who's even passing this class? Like, I know that one Asian kid is, Kiku or whatever, but I totally can't think of anyone else. Like, the only good thing about this class is that you can totally get away with texting. I've been texting Liet since, like, second period or something. Just random stuff, you know? Normal Boyfriend-Girlfriend type thingies...or, like, would it be Boyfriend-Boyfriend? Whatever, like, same difference.
But you know what's totally
"...and I'm a good person, a nice, kind little boy. Right?"
"Yes."
"And I...my body, it's absolutely clean and untouched. Right?"
"Yes."
"And I am not Jim Macken, but Alois Trancy?"
"Yes."
The blond boy, formally known as Alois, was clinging to his butler as if it were for dear life. He sobbed into the older man's chest, as he has been doing for the last five minuets, and the other would try to sooth the emotional youth by stroking his hair. One could say this was a regular occurrence in the Trancy household, but for the sake of reputation, he would only let himself go in front of one person, his loyal butler, Claude Faustus.
"A
I miss the falling of autumn leafs,
Cascading down from strong oak trees.
Red, golden, orange, brown.
They land neatly by my feet,
Before I crunch them to the ground.
I miss the year-long smell of pine,
A scent still untouched by time.
Green needles covered in sap,
Always sticking to old clothes of mine.
They cover me by the time I nap.
I miss the texture of morning frost,
Even if it blocked the windows and got us lost.
The frozen patterns brought me daily pleasure,
But we'd shave it off or we would cost.
I'd still admire that icy treasure.
I miss the fun of seeing my breath.
It was cool-looking, more or less.
As if smoke or
During an undetermined time period, in an unknown setting, there was a rather peculiar land of Reds and Blues. In this land, it was frowned upon to love others of the same color; Blues only loved Reds and Reds only loved Blues. But there was one vibrant color who did not agree with this silent law, a Blue named Indigo. Indigo loved other Blues. He knew he was not supposed to but he could not control his feelings for them. Every night, Indigo prayed to become a Red so he could love other Blues without it being wrong.
One day, Indigo had an idea. "Maybe if I paint myself red," he said excitedly, "the other colors will think I'm a Red!" Indigo
Is it just me, or is Algebra, like, the most boring class ever? I mean, seriously. The work is totally dumb, the teacher's, like, putting me to sleep, and the grades are just ew to the max. Who's even passing this class? Like, I know that one Asian kid is, Kiku or whatever, but I totally can't think of anyone else. Like, the only good thing about this class is that you can totally get away with texting. I've been texting Liet since, like, second period or something. Just random stuff, you know? Normal Boyfriend-Girlfriend type thingies...or, like, would it be Boyfriend-Boyfriend? Whatever, like, same difference.
But you know what's totally
"...and I'm a good person, a nice, kind little boy. Right?"
"Yes."
"And I...my body, it's absolutely clean and untouched. Right?"
"Yes."
"And I am not Jim Macken, but Alois Trancy?"
"Yes."
The blond boy, formally known as Alois, was clinging to his butler as if it were for dear life. He sobbed into the older man's chest, as he has been doing for the last five minuets, and the other would try to sooth the emotional youth by stroking his hair. One could say this was a regular occurrence in the Trancy household, but for the sake of reputation, he would only let himself go in front of one person, his loyal butler, Claude Faustus.
"A
I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA MAKE THIS, DIDN'T I?
Okay so here are all of the kinky/fetishy/just plain fucking weird LietPol/PolLiet fanfictions I've gathered.
Yes I'm including PolLiet too. Why? Trust me, they've got some pretty fucked up shit, and that's coming from a pairing where a crossdresser tops.
So I'm gonna have the name, pairing (as in LietPol or PolLiet CUZ THEY'RE DIFFERENT OKAY), mature rating, the kink, and a link.
OKAY HERE GOES.
1. "Victory March" - LietPol - M - Blood-lube - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5777850/1/Victory_March
2. "An Unconventional Use of Aprons" - LietPol - M - Aprons - http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6318458/1/
So I've been really into this Eurovision shit lately. Despite me not even living in Europe.
Turkey and Greece's songs were freaking made of win.
So was Lithuania's with his sparkly shorts~
Poland's rocked, but was seriously over-dramatic.
When that guy's voice went up all high on Russia's song, I was like, taken aback from the awesomeness.
Israel's is so pretty~
I felt like France's was extremely lulzy for some reason, but catchy all the same.
I COULD GO ON ABOUT HOW BAD SOME OF THE OTHER COUNTRIES WERE -COUGHENGLANDANDNEATHERLANDSCOUGHCOUGH- AND HOW GERMANY'S SONG REALLY DIDN'T DESERVE TO WIN BUT I DON'T FEEL LIKE RANTING.
Okay so in
Oh my gosh you guys.
Today I got my R-18 Ameripan doujinshi I ordered in the mail.
And guess what.
It's in Japanese. OTL
I THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE LIKE TRANSLATED OR SOMETHING.
I MEAN YOU'RE SELLING IT TO /AMERICANS/, RIGHT?
I GUESS NOOOOT.
Oh and they didn't even have any legit sex-scenes. Total bummer.
You'd think with it being "R-18 Adult Only" and all it would at least show Japan's ass or something.
BUT NO. NOT EVEN A NIPPLE. :I
I can't even tell you how disappointed I am--
FUCK IT QUIZ TIME.
DONE USING THAT THING EVERYONE ELSE IS USING.
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1. Macy and Curly are forced to roleplay out a verbal couple fight. Who gets to play th