Title: The Little Flight Attendant that Could
Author: rnbwxsprinkles 
Paring: Bert/Gerard
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: cross-dressing and sex
Summary: Gerard and Bert: Bringing a whole new meaning to 'cockpit' since 2009
A/N: Requested by Ash =D

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I got a new Layout...

*cuddle with my layout*

XDDD

no, more with the wonderful creator annelie87 !!!

the Photos were both taken by me this year in Berlin...
^__^

It's ZUKI-week @ jmuscianweekly  <3

So here's all my Kazukis! xD Some old some new :)


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World, of persons and your personas!

I am, yet again, in scotland. I indulge in irn-bru (the rumours of gelatine and animal contents are disspelled) and stuff. Like beans and tofu. I am coherently living in a cliché - isn't it loveable?

I thought i'd spice this up with pictures, pictures of a duck and of my boots, but doing that from a mobile isn't wortwhile. Instead, here goes verbal visuals;

Christmas dinner was surprise with little fuss and much delish; paté and bread met salads in colours from saffron to plum purple. Ella hung on to her phone and chewed her lip until her bf rang; she smiled and said that the day would be good, he was on the way

196 presents with rhymes, opened and watched and enjoyed and touched, felt, smelt, thrown in the time of 5 hours. My tummy went heavy with homemade sweets.


We're here now. No one really wonders about us kids as persons here, I think that's what makes me both comfy and isolated. Mum loves these people: they also tells us that we should do whatever we like, and if I have opinions about moral choices it is because I'm in a phase. I hope I never come out of that phase.

I was so relieved/nervous last night when I realised I'll be going to london, soon, in april. Straight after the last trip, I've decided that amanda palmer must be seen just a few days after my birthday, and that i 'll do much to prove to the mum I can go and meet people I trust and also to be there. Because. I want much.


This comes off as a slight bit angsty, but I'm restless while here. identity tugs at me; this country isn't at individualised. I'll answer 2009/2010 questionnaires and rejoice at a later time. Tomorrow or so

For now, SQUEE

my thoughts and sympathies are with his loved ones.



<3

Going to New Zealand BRB.

w00t! So it's that time of year again...

( To be beautiful...dirty...rich )

I'm so afraid of the weekend. Because this is something that will make me think too much about someone. And when I think too much about someone, I think too much of all the reasons they shouldn't like me. And then everything goes down hill. So yeah, basically, I wasn't aware of how traumatized I am of relationships until I considered starting a new one. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

My last gf said that I'm over-bearing, overly dramatic, clingy, etc. And yet she called me too distant about a bazillion times a day. So I have no idea what to do to not be annoying (how can you be too clingy and dramatic but too distant??). -sigh- 

AND WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF SMILEY IS THAT FOR ANXIOUS!? It looks like a blow job or surprise butt-sex (hey! don't put your finger there! ohhh! put your finger there!!!), NOT a panic attack!

Title: Doctor to the People
Author: darkplace606
Pairing: Jacoby Shaddix/Andrew W.K.
Rating: R
Summary: If there’s two things people will never stop doing, it’s having sex and dying. So I’m in one of the two…well…recession proof businesses.
Disclaimer: Not true.
Warnings: Language
Author's Note: This is the slashfightclub entry I tried to post the day after it was due :( So it's written using two prompts: Porn Store and Unusual Pairing.

( Click here to read Doctor to the People... )

Happy Christmas, everyone, and anything else you might be celebrating. I hope it's fucking wonderful for you all. I'll be posting my christmas-presents-for-people-lol-I've-not-finished-it post soon, but that's not exactly important. All I'm saying is I hope you're all well and happy and thank you all so much for being so fucking precious. Love y'all.

Peace and goodwill. xo.

Вот решил кросс пост сделать в pet_expert. Может быть, у меня тоже есть друзья - ветеринары:))

"Купили лабрадора, щас ему 6 месяцев. Заводчик говорит прививку от бешенства нужно делать сейчас, а в вет клинике сказали, что в год все разом сделать. А как же до года собака не привита получается?"

It is Yuuto-week at jmuscianweekly !!


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Sing out all your genocide.
Come on baby, it's a world-wide suicide.

Beat them down
With words, not stones.
Shred their skin,
And shatter their bones.

Dust to dust--
All is now ash.
Dance to death,
And mosh to His wrath.

Church-bound hymns passed to the ages
(Sing out all your genocide.)
By priests and zombies-- all-knowing sages.
(Come on baby, it's a world-wide suicide.)

Leave them out
On streets, not homes.
Steal their lives,
And rip up their loans.

Money will trickle.
Not your fault they're poor.
They must be too lazy
To walk out the door.

Marching by, Republican faces
(March with all your genocide.)
All about capitalism and the war between races.
(Come on baby, it's a world-wide suicide.)

And here we all are.
Killing each other.
Screwing our sister
And beating our brother.

Nothing is better.
Change is just change.
Hearts are still darker.
Everyone's strange.

Crying out against unfamiliar faces.
No one will listen,
Stuck on the bible
And the war between races.

Everyone different
Beaten down by the gospel.
And everyone bowing
To humankind's theocracy bull.

But hey, spread it 'round.

Sing out all your genocide.

Sing with me, baby.

It's a world-wide suicide.

Title: House of Wolves
Author: rnbwxsprinkles 
Paring: Gerard/band members, Billie/Frank (all in the interpretation)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: dark themes, incest between the lines
Summary: It's not always all about vampires.
A/N: Request from Hollow =]

 

( Kick Me Like a Stray... )

 

Words mean nothing.
Words mean everything.
I say "go."
You see "leave."
Look the same,
Meanings different.

Why bother talking?
All we hear is wrong.