Friday, January 30, 2009

Wood Burning Stove Linseed Oil

Oh yes, yes, I'm behind that fucking

Lo sé, Selene (a.k.a. [info] eratoirae ), tu cumpleaños fue hace meses, pero como Retraso es mi segundo nombre...



Sé que cabe la posibilidad de que no te guste una mierda Sonic, pero es el que más me ha costado hacer y es el que te has ganado tú ^^

Love you!

Por otro lado... estoy hehca mierda. Creo que estoy incubando las anginas de mi vida y, por otro lado, aquí me tenéis, dando la tabarra *llora*

Ps: Espero que te guste, Susa. Y no me mates todavía, que te quiero mucho xD

Friday, January 9, 2009

Father Daughter Arabic Songs

Why call it love sex when they mean (Sirius / Remus) R

Título: Por qué le llaman sexo cuando quieren decir amor
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: Oh yes, yes, the characters are not mine, let the staff give me ¬ _ ¬
Rating: R
Summary: Before it was not well, previously not thought of those nasty. Before it was just a normal guy with a normal life he wanted to have a normal relationship.
Notes: Muchisisisísimas thanks to the good part of [info] eratoirae (aka Selene ) por betear tan maravillosamente bien y a la parte mala de la misma (aka Hestia ) por darme un título taaaaaaaan chulo ^^

Y antes de leer, que todo el mundo se entere de que...

¡¡
¡ E S E L C UM PL EA ÑO S D E [info] aykasha_peke ! !


Congratulations, honey, that's what you deserve. Everything is going right and Macintosh cables and stop biting your fingers and all appreciate you as you deserve (because you deserve more than you think, and that I'm telling you. You well know that I love you madly and all the years I spent with you not change anything, you're the only one I am able to ask perdóny you never get angry more than five mins followed (and I with many people angry for a long time and you lo sabes xD)

No me olvides nunca, ¿vale?

¡Te quiero!


Por qué le llaman sexo cuando quieren decir amor


Sexo. Sexo y su culo y la polla de Sirius y más sexo, es todo en lo que puede pensar. Y ya no se avergüenza de pensarlo. Hace unas semanas no pensaba en su parte trasera o en genitales o en hacer “esas cosas”. Lily le advirtió, le dijo “cuidado con quién te juntas o te volverás un degenerado” . Bueno, ya lo es. Últimamente sólo piensa en follar y en culos y en pollas y en por qué no lo did before.

So there is, lying in bed and thinking about sex while Sirius is devoured his mouth and then touches down on his cock, until he whine and beg in low voice "fuck me" because one thing is to think and quite another to say, well, loud and clear "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" ...
Sirius
chuckles when he hears gossip and says "come on, Remus, repeat, not hear you. Say it higher ". And Remus chooses to close his eyes, because that's all you can do now, Sirius's mouth there in your ear, so close, murmuring obscenities that before dreamed of and now listen, and tan hand so close to her ass, about to touch him, but getting to pray. And screams.

- JoderhostiaputaSiriusfóllame -well together and scarcely breathed. I honk the ears, it hurts your cock and become wrapped fingers through Sirius's hair. And you need to fuck you now. Mangy mutt without a soul.

only a finger and bends as if it had bones, moaning and sweating sweat words, his whole body so hot you can not take it anymore. When two fingers against them writhes and moans SiriusSiriusSirius thousand times running out of breath, recovering with great puffs but insufficient and dying of heat that bubbles in the ass, the bitch of his erection, fingers, mouth ...

Until he gets Sirius. Everything stops burning and only feels pleasure and pressure, pleasure and pressure, pleasure and pressure. And where heat and cold Sirius kisses him where his hands will not touch.

Animagus is rubbed against a small puppy and screams, groans and gasps more than once cried out, moaning and gasping in his life, dying of desire is over and they never end. Weeping with joy, shouting for joy and running in record time, much has been his eagerness during the fifteen minutes that Sirius has been tortured. The tan continues

pushing, penetrating, panting and whimpering until Remus kisses him in that sensitive place behind the ear and runs like a windstorm, falling on Remus semi-unconscious and weeping with pleasure. Tears of sweat dripping licking her body and the body of Remus, leisure bañándoles past.

Two sweaty bodies in a bed together in semen and sweat. Two men fucking until ...

- I love you, Remus

... The two men become loving.

- I love you, Sirius.

End


And now, I hope you enjoyed it, honey. Or at least not scare you too. I know it's not your favorite couple, but you know I can not write much lately

xD Love You! (And I repeat it as many times as necessary)

Repairing A Plastic Garden Tub In Mobile Home

Only a powder (Harry, Draco) NC-17

Title: 's just a dust
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry / Draco
Disclaimer: No, none of this is míoy not write for profit or anything like that.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: All they do is fuck, without sentimentality. Just fuck.
Notes: PWP Notice that is a lot of care. All p0rn. Beteado by the bad part of [info] eratoirae (aka Hestia) and cumleaños gift for the good part of it (aka Selene ). Really, Sus, I know I'm a Tardy and I write this with all the shame of the world because it is horrible and p0rn and I hope you like it. Hey, if it's too bad I did not have in mind * *
puppyeyes
's just a dust


There was affection, not need. Why? Both had said: This is only a powder, do not confuse . And neither intention was confused. A powder was a powder, right? Well they were going to enjoy, although respondents were definitely gay, to them I did not care. They were accustomed to always being the center of attention, for better and for worse, throughout the school. What else was it again? No matter, no sense. It was just a fucking shit dust, right? Yes, that's what it was.

Draco Harry lay on the couch and removed his shirt, revealing the perfect Slytherin pale torso, just for him. He devoted himself to lick and suck for what seemed like hours Draco while seconds. Potter knew what he did, no doubt.

- Potter, you're a sick man said, he wanted to bite. The tan did not pay much attention, because he laughed and said,

- Are you calling me sick?

And when Draco nodded, he just shrugged and continued licking, more eager, if possible, and starting to go down to the navel of a young blond. He breathed through clenched teeth when the tongue is dipped in it, and could not touch Harry's hair with his hands, but immediately withdrew from there, he would not show any signs of weakness in front of that damn Potter.

- may be a patient, Malfoy, but keep in mind that you will not get out of here being much better than me, that's for sure, "she said, convinced, as the buttons unbuttoned jeans Malfoy.

- Because you say so, Po-ahh ... shit was cut when the language got a bit dark and slipped on the rubber of his pants, then entangled in the coils of Draco's cock.

- You were saying? Harry sneered. Draco

only made him a cut sleeve Harry chuckled and children's gesture.

- Fuck you, Potter.

Harry laughed again, returning to the center of the Slytherin.

- I think it is me they are going to fuck tonight, ferrets.

And with these words, Harry dropped his pants and underpants yanked Draco and introduced his cock into her mouth, tasting as if it were candy. And he loved the candy, of course, so we soon had in mind Malfoy Harry's cock in her ass and rubbing his own cock against brown stomach. Needless to say, said nothing.

Shit, Potter, fuck me a damn time, shit thought. The dark, not knowing what his desire, if we imagine, but he would not budge until Draco begged, "continued licking and sucking with gusto, as if born to it. Wet the tip was inserted in the mouth and sucked hard, while his other hand stroking his penis up and down, with a cadence again Draco absolute crazy.

And finally fell, and Harry was proud to have made him give up so readily. The blond moaned, softly, yeah, but he did, and Harry noticed it and laughed softly, with the penis of Malfoy got to the bottom of the throat, so Draco could feel the vibrations from his throat and could not help it, this time came out with force.

- Shit, Potter! Want to let the bullshit and fuck the fuck up? He almost shouted.

- Relax, ferrets, do not be nervous, which is not good for health, the blond grunted and Harry could only laugh.

- Do it. Ya.

Harry did not answer. Hardness was reintroduced in the mouth and, with his hand, rubbed the blond's ass, getting closer and closer to that hole again you crazy. Introduced, without notice, a wet finger in it and got no Malfoy more than a slight moan just listened. The blonde closed her eyes tightly y esperó a que Harry le preparase completamente.

Pero el moreno no lo hizo de la forma esperada. Al notar la tensión en su compañero de cama, le volteó abandonando su erección y le obligó a acomodarse sobre rodillas y manos, separando luego sus nalgas y acariciándolas con las manos. El rubio se revolvió algo inquieto y gimoteó lastimeramente cuando el moreno paseó su lengua repetidamente sobre su ano, lubricándole con su saliva. Luego se vio invadido por algo húmedo y extremadamente caliente, y no pudo evitar empujar su cuerpo hacia atrás, suplicando por que la lengua de Harry se introdujera aún más profundamente en su cuerpo.

El moreno no tardó mucho en hacer lo que the blond asked quietly. Your body calling for a speedy release, and if not ended soon, do not know if I could take much more. Draco groaned And yet, only shook uncontrollably and her ass pushed back again and again and again, clamoring for more.

A finger entered him at the same language, and could no longer.

- Mi-shit, Potter, will you hurry? I get to hold, but I'm not sure you can do the same. Before

words Draco, Harry was forced to remove the language to say

- What I did not get to hold, Malfoy? Are you absolutely sure about that? , And with these words introduced a second finger, making Draco moaning loudly and pushed back again, this time more violently than before. And did not stop, he continued to finger her tan, making it almost whining about the sensation of the year of Slytherin around his fingers and self-penetrated.

- Fully ... sure, Potter, "gasped the blond, faster printing on your hips.

Harry withdrew his fingers and Draco whimpered, feeling suddenly empty, inside and out. And then again felt Harry's tongue fucking, making you feel like no one before.

And the feeling was gone as suddenly as it had arrived. And Harry leaned over and whispered in his ear:

- fuck you so hard that you remember or not your name, Malfoy, I assure you, "panted in her ear. The blonde smiled.

- So I do not know what the hell are you waiting. Fuck ya-sued.

was no response. Only the weight of Harry on his own, and a small puncture in the year he warned that Harry had penetrated, as strong as he said and almost painless. Draco was dilated enough preparation to just feel Harry's cock in her ass, and Anyway had fucked a lot that week. It was as if a virgin.

- God, Potter, stronger, "he gasped.

The brown was not too hard to get, and Draco began to penetrate more strongly, although not as deep as you like. And then the blonde pushed against him and Harry was introduced in so deep that he thought he was leaving in half your bed partner, but he cried so hard that Harry fears he was hit and began to move in a rhythmic dance , fucking and moaning softly with desire, Malfoy's ear, obscenities, it never would have expected to hear from the mouth of brown.

- Always ... ha-hablas así cuando follas, Potter? Porque si es así habrá que repetirlo, ¿no? —el moreno gimió y se arqueó sobre él, embistiendo con más fuerza y rapidez.

- Entonces tendremos que repetirlo muchas veces, porque siempre hablo así —y embistió duro y profundo, como sabía que a Draco le gustaba —no porque se lo hubiera follado más veces, sino porque un par de días atrás le había visto follar con Zabini en un rincón oscuro de la biblioteca y así se lo había dicho el rubio a su compañero. Más rudo, Blaise, más profundo—. Por lo visto Malfoy era una pequeña puta viciosa, y eso le gustaba.

- ¿Sabes, Potter? —el moreno hizo un extraño sonido, dando a entender que le escuchaba—. Me encanta que me folles así.

- Igual que como te folló Zabini el otro día, ¿verdad? —el rubio gimió, aún más excitado por el hecho de que les habían visto follando.

- No, tú eres… más rudo… que Blaise. Él es… un italiano… sensiblón de mierda —jadeó cuando Harry golpeó ese punto en su interior que le hizo ver estrellas de todos los tamaños y colores—. Tú jodes de vicio.

- Lo sé, Malfoy, no eres el primero que me lo dice —y volvió a embestirle con fuerza, haciendo que Draco moan heavily and ran with a hoarse cry and sharp, with plenty downloading on the sheets. And Harry took the semen that had been in Slytherin's cock and offered it to drink, like the tastiest dish in the world.

Draco licked and sucked with force and ferocity Harry's fingers, cleaning them of all traces of his own semen, and the Gryffindor did not need anything more to cum inside the blonde, moaning hoarsely and then collapsing on his back, soaked in sweat.

End


I hope you liked and not be tempted to kill me, Sus, I love you ...

Muaaaaaaaaaack

Singles Camping Trips

Booklist 2008

Booklist 2008

- Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

- The voice of the devil , by Anne Rice Finally, after a year of being dragged and pick up every two months!

- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

- Persuasion by Jane Austen

- Artemis Fowl (The cube B) , by Eoin Colfer (Three gave , as I had paid, so do not say na `)

- Armand, the Vampire, Anne Rice

- Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

- The Noah notebook of Nicholas Sparks

- The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne

- Dawn by Stephenie Meyer (Do not look at me so, worth? I own that I liked ^ ^)

A bit boring, would be better not read
Meh, says
[info] aykasha_peke
Well, let's leave it acceptable, not deserves no meh
Cool, I liked almost as much as Harry and Draco imagine buzzing corner
Great, wonderful. This has been like watching Harry and Draco doing dirty things around Malfoy Manor ^ ^ \u0026lt;/ lj>


Yes, I already know that away and all that. Should have read more but if I tell you the truth, I started reading in September, when finished The voice of the devil (which cost me because I made horrors super heavy * cries *) , so 10 books are not bad, right? Yes, I also want xD

Besitosssssssssssss

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Redken Color Comparison Chart

esparraguito @ 2009-01-01T17: 25:00

Thursday January 17, 2008
Does it ever ...
stops hurting?
this pain in my chest (the corner of my body That might as well Be death.)
does it ever stops?
'm Beginning to Doubt it.
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Monday January 14, 2008
My Fake Plastic Love ...
this song I'm bleeding through your voice.


When Fake Plastic Trees sang said exactly the perfect phrase, the favorite phrase, the phrase that sums it up for me. It is ironic ... and chose that phrase out of all the others. It makes little sense. It is roughly equal to the way that I chose him from among all others. Never I was good at this selections. Now Radiohead and Muse are just a few of the many things that ruined for me. Now I can not listen without chest pain. Today
comes to me with more intensity than other days. It is becoming less constant, but when it comes to intensity is the same. And for me it is ridiculous that the clock of this screen to mark the 2 thirty and I will be here writing to you. And sometimes do not think you need to write to, because I think of you constantly against my will. Or maybe it's my scrolls which you think. Because you were good and bad at once. Because for the first time something was real. And I begin to understand why they preferred the fantasy. Everything is easier if one thinks. But not there. It does not hurt. No bleeds. Not exist and if by chance that I can not understand there, yet not be real. They are mirages. And I start to talk in first person, as if you were here. As if you were this screen. Somehow you. I tell you all what I can not tell you what I mean, what ever you say. What you never know, so do not deserve to know. And rang a few minutes ago that you had connected. I wonder what you doing up at this hour (and more for you if you have school tomorrow.) He asked me do I wake up at this hour. I like to think that maybe you yearn to have a deep conversation with someone. Having someone who will listen at 2:30 am. Because I do not know I am the talks are true. He left to imagine that you also probably see the screen and follow sit and wonder if someone is on the other side of the world thinking of you. Craving again one of these talks. With your computer on but its been offline as I am now, seeing your name and tortured with everything that is not you. But I say do not even know anything about you. And I do not understand do not understand, you're the greatest contradiction of my life. And I hate you and love you both. And I care more than anyone I've imported. And I'd like to save you. And who does not want it. No blood for it as I bleed for you. It will not bleed for anyone. We stopped both open up these scars crisscrossed.
God ... so many injuries now. More than half your marked left them and the rest was a matter of my own knife. And it hurts me it hurts. It hurts to be me and you to be you. and you're so bad and mean and selfish. But what hurts me the most is so difficult esque. I do not understand why I can not be simpler. It should not be so difficult. But it's you and me and that's the problem ...

And I would mourn it properly, until you come out of my system completely. And I like to write properly. The best poems should come from this disaster. Do not know why I keep torturing.
I have to go ahead, but the truth is almost three am and I have no strength to fight with my thoughts at this time. But I'm sure that someday you'd stop hurting and I stop talking in first person ...
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Tuesday January 8, 2008
He now exists in the web But still not in my world ... & It's okay: D
I know it sounds really stupid and masochists Rather But Some nights I still long to talk to him. & Not Just a mild longing. I ache for His words Even Though I Hate Them. Actually I Hate Everything I stand for. Everything I have is about. Everything about him is just ... so so fake. & It's not That I care anymore, or That I like him anymore, or That I expect nothing at all ... it's just that Some days I really miss HAVING Those conversations. Not exactly with him, but just those kind of conversations with anybody. Is more like missing the idea of the feeling not the feeling itself. Just a blurry mirage. I stay up online just in case he decides to sign in. He never does anymore. Which is probably better. It's so ridiculous the way I want to hate him so bad.
Nyway... enough is enough. I found Pancho's hi5! at last he exists in the web!! and well I checked out his profile and I got this weird feeling of affection. But not the kind of lusty-I-want-to-be-your-everything feeling I always thought I had for him. No, it's something else. Something nice. Like I had known him from life's before my this one. Like he is just a sweet, kind-hearted guy. The kind of guy I would love to be friends with. He is just so into his girlfriend is lovely. Just watching them gave me this fuzzy lovely feeling. & I am so incomprehensively happy for him. Which doesn't makes sense at all seeing how I don't even know him. But I was so so happy to see him so happy. That's how I realized I'm over him. And I just want to be his friend. God this feels like the line in "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" that goes something like: "when you see a couple and I feel happy for them, I love it because then I know I am happy."
that's how I feel right now. And I know it sound pretty stupid but I just hope he has the best of lives and be endlessly happy. Because I'm sure, not even know how I could be sure, that he deserves it more than most people.
God how different they are from One Another. And yet the one I still care a bit about is the One That Deserves the least. It Does not Make Sense. But Guess That is why human relations are so damn complicated. As for


Other Things I finally got my youtube account! Already and added like 20 favorite videos. I just dig music so much.
But I'm tired and web-sick. Figures of why I'm not making much sense. or not at all for the matter. Guess I'm going.
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Monday January 7, 2008 Item
thread
Pauli's house and getting a nice come later. All day was generally pleasant. During the morning one of the most beautiful things is listening to The Shins (New Slag above) while walking under a sun that does not heat. It makes you look different tomorrow. In truth, until I wanted to walk aimlessly for a long time. It's amazing what music can do. That song in that exact moment and shazam! the world makes sense again. I love music in a way that I could never explain in words. And lately I have acquired (by a twist of fate or help from others) divine songs that leave me wondering how something can be so beautiful. Just to list a few:
Camera Obscura Lunar Sea
Another Sunny Day Belle & Sebastian
Melee The War (thanks to pam!)
Made Up Love Song # 43, The Guillemots (thanks to Pancho ...) You
Are the Moon by The Hush Sound
The Past & Pending by The Shins
Muse Falling Down


I think it's enough for an entry. I like my routine. It is exciting but it's so quiet I can not help but feel comfortable with it. Maybe I'm a bit bored at times is very automatic. So sometimes I feel like I'm on automatic. Up, eat breakfast, go to the gym to burn it to breakfast, go home, bathe, eat, go back to what you burn, waste time, go out sometimes, wait for the night, be on the internet or reading a book or watching a movie. Trying to sleep for two hours until dawn comes. Although lately to see Fierro drives me to go to the gym thinking about a new routine. After six months without seeing it I realized that if I have things to tell. But I'm sure I'll see tomorrow. And another "Gaston" in the gym. har.dee.har.har.


Well today we went to Pauli, my mother and German caves and mother. And for the first time in a long time I was genuinely happy to see someone I have not seen for so long. I realized how much he missed her and Mama Ale. It was cute and all remember rigorizante Locochonas Acapulco (as when a stove as a giant fish attacked or when the neighbor next door Conchuda not pay for dinner or "handsome cousin" which turned out to be different from your description. And forget Pooch. ) Nice evening, beautiful memories. And I think a quote from Milan Kundera that leaves me wondering things "Check Anios those were more beautiful in my memory that when he had lived. "(The Unbearable Lightness of Being, 37) They said things that are not material for a blog but that made me laugh in gigantic proportions, there is really NO ONE Ale Cuevas more demented. That certainly brought me one beautiful feather prince's Paris. If only I knew more than seven months ago I can not write ... Anyway, the game was very nice thread, laughing and anecdotes remembered as we were before. And for a few moments to return to high school.


And I wonder why it is easier to talk to some people than others, or inspire some more confidence. And by that I mean my journey France. So when I saw Ali had so many wanted to tell everything (and so did) and instead to people I see more often or I talk constants (Anna, Caroline) I can not say anything. It bothers me to continue lying. But I guess I'll have to quit. It is difficult with them because they will judge me and I'm already imagining all that will say / think. But not delve into these issues when this entry is long enough for two lives.


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And it starts with this. Anio new new crisis. I miss the old, this journey as emotionally agontante the past six months. But finally I have a blog. Blessed be Prodigy Infinitum. Do not think this has a specific purpose (Sorry for the lack of accents, this keyboard esque is not integrated) simply be filled with my thoughts / feelings which, most likely will not make much sense to those who are out of my head.
So here I start again, without promising quality, sense, notion, but swearing infinite sincerity.
This is me,
Welcome to my head.