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[Supernatural] My two babies


Author:




orchidea_lover


Title:
I will not let you go Fandom: Supernatural
Characters:
Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing:
Dean / Sam

Rating: PG13


Genre:
One-shot, romance, angst

Party: 1 / 1
Notes:
Set in some unspecified point in the beginning of the third season (so spoilers for those who did not reach us). Written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of
ff_serietv_ita . Prompt: Drunk Warning: Mild Language, Slash, Wincest, sorrow in spades ... Dedication: A


babycin
, thanks for the encouragement and enthusiasm, you helped me to get to the end! ♥ Disclaimer:
Sam and Dean belong to each other to Kripke, and I do not hold any right over them, but I pass the time with pleasure because I love them. This work is not done for profit.

Now I have nothing, I have nothing to lose
But the pain and misery of losing you And I really can not see me pulling through ( To Catch a Thief - Agua de Annique)
Demons at intersections ... Pacts with the Devil ... Leaning with his back against the headboard of the bed, Sam wearily pressed his fingers on the eyelids, before returning to focus on the page. For days, consumed hours and hours on that book, reading and rereading, analyzing each step, with the constant fear that something might escape. Despite the Bobby's skepticism, in that moment he had no track on which to work and staying with our hands as time slipped away as fast as he had never seen before, was in danger of going crazy.
The motel room was plunged into a silence punctuated only by her breathing and the rustle of the pages. Sam would not have expected to see his brother before dell'indomani morning, and jumped up startled when the door suddenly flew open, letting in a Dean definitely excited. "Good evening, brother," cried with a loud voice, dangling inside, still attached by a hand to the knob. Sam hastily closed the book and rose to his feet. "What are you doing here already?! I thought you said you want to spend all night
fun ... " Dean stood for a moment staring at him, and Sam felt that his balance betrayed some confusion. The next moment, the more closed the door shut badly. "Yeah, well, you know what? There are not enough cute chicks in this place! Tomorrow morning we raise the curtain! "Dean yelled at a volume that clearly escaped his control. Sam saw him advance into the room with dangerously uncertain pace and managed just in time to support it on the fly when she saw him stagger and risk ruining ingloriously on the floor. Dean moaned a laugh, leaning over him. "Well, that's how you should accept your brother coming back, Sammy!" Sam sighed reproachfully, but also a bit of concern. Unlike him, Dean held up remarkably well as alcohol ... to get to fall in that state, he must have exaggerated a lot. "Tomorrow morning is already so if you manage to get out of bed. You're drunk! How the hell did you drink, Dean? "" How the hell I please, mommy! And 'one of the advantages of not knowing what to do with a healthy liver, "Dean muttered, pushing away without too much energy. Sam felt the sting chest pain, those words and glanced at an angle. "Do not make me laugh." He answered seriously. Dean raised his arms with a smile clouded. "Because you're a boring and pedantic curmudgeon who does not appreciate my humor adorable!" Laughed loudly, turning on itself to find the direction of the bed, forcing Sam to support it again when the movement had it swaying dangerously. "Now stop it to say stupid things and get to bed before you pass out or throw up on him." Sam sighed, annoyed. He tried to push gently, but Dean's suddenly opposed rigid resistance. Sam looked down, following the direction in which Dean had been staring at something. Smothered curse realizing that the major had dropped his eyes on the book remained on his bed. Dean nodded a laugh low and husky, moving away from him and coming to sit heavily on the mattress, then grab the volume. "So is this? E 'for this? "He asked staring at the book. His voice had suddenly taken a touch hoarse that made Sam feel a deep unease.
"What is this ?..." he asked Dean uncertain, without peering closer. Suddenly, Dean violently threw the book away, and Sam picked up a pair of eyes blazing. "'s why you seem almost happy to get rid of me as often as possible?! E ' to make your own damn research, is that suddenly you know that I fuck me a bitch I happen to shoot any?! 'S why you keep telling me yes without batting an eyelid, instead of ... "He paused, staring at the bewildered expression of Sam. Slowly, he lowered his head, while a bitter laugh shook the shoulders. "What the fuck am I saying ... I think I really drank too much ... "she whispered, laughing again, his voice trembled slightly. Almost stunned by what Dean had screamed her, Sam finds it hard to move for a moment. It was when Dean hit the mattress with a weak hand, that you recovered and approached him, sedendogli next. She took him gently by the shoulders, lowering his face to look for her. "Instead of ... what? Dean, if you want to say something, do it. Please. "He murmured. That his brother had been drinking excessively was no doubt, but if he had led for a time to speak frankly, to share a burden with him, would not be a completely useless crap. Slowly, Dean raised his head, and Sam had the impression that his eyes already transparencies for alcohol, had made more swollen. The Major shrugged shoulders, securing it with a smile that conveyed a sadness in Sam quivering. "Instead of telling me ... that time I have left I spend it with you, Sammy ... "he said. Sam dropped his arms slowly, barely supporting his brother's gaze. He felt a sudden knot shake his throat, and a powerful shot beating heart. Pain that could in some way to be heartbreaking and sweet at the same time.
"Dean ..." he whispered, not knowing really what to add the name of his brother, perhaps only the following need to hear it vibrate between the lips. Dean leaned toward him.
"I'll leave it to you do, Sam, how many times must I repeat it? "he heartfelt tone, getting closer and closer to his younger brother as he spoke. "Do not let you cancel the pact will not let you die for no reason at all," he said, and for a moment remained silent, staring deeply. "You will have ...
need, right, Sammy? Need to try, is not it? Even if you know it will be impossible, unless you try it you hate it?! If you let me go ... "Dean suddenly grabbed him by the arms. "Well, then hates me, "he cried. "He hates me for stopping you, he hates me because I want you to stay, do it, Sam! But damn it, accept it! Accept it for once! Will not you let me go? Well, then next time tell me to stay with you, damn it! Tell me not to walk out that door, tell me not to wait for death into bed with a bloody strange! Tell me that my place is with you, Sam, "cried with all the breath he had. Sam had time to see a tear trembling in his eyelashes before Dean pulled him forcefully towards you, bringing your hands through his hair, clutching convulsively while grabbing her lips, pouring into a single kiss all the pain, fear and despair that had never been able to tell him and that he would reveal no more, no way, not by force with them to him now that he was pouring in every drop of flavor in each puff of breath. And Sam could not help but tighten it and support it as he felt that little by little the Dean slumped on him, his fingers lost power and glided slowly through her hair. Hot Lips broke out of his mouth, leaving one last moment of their flavor. Beer, anger. Love. With a single sigh thin, Dean dropped completely on him, his forehead on his shoulder, closing her eyes heavily, without saying or hearing anything. Sam left the second pass, the passing odiandone abbandonandovisi yet, leaving that everything's slipping in and crush the soul crushing as that of Dean. I held her, bending his face on his neck, looking for his heat in which to drop burning tears too. His voice blew gently on the skin of his brother, trembling slightly. "I want you to stay with me, Dean. I want you to not go out that door. I want you to ... does not come out of this world ... Your place is with me. And I will not let you go. I will not let go ... "

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[Supernatural] I will not let you go

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spn_itaslash @ 2009-12-20T15: 07:00


Author:




orchidea_lover


Title: Divine Justice

Fandom: Supernatural RPF


Characters: Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles

Pairing: Jared / Jensen Rating:

NC17 Genre: One-shot, PWP, lemon Party: 1 / 1 Notes: Written for the Mixed Doubles Festival of ff_serietv_ita . Prompt: Betrayal
Warning: Slash, sex descriptive
Disclaimer: The two lovely young lady in question did not belong to me. This work is a figment of my imagination, does not reflect the real protagonists' private lives, however, that
mica tell it right and obviously not for profit.

Just returned, Jared crossed the wide hall, casting a cheerful "Hello" to his roommate while he took off his jacket and headed upstairs. Slowed and stopped in a step down the stairs, turning to a puzzled silence Jensen sat on the sofa and fully focused on the laptop open on the table in front him. Mildly annoyed, Jared approached him with slow steps, clearing his throat and improvising an imitation of the deep tone of voice loaded with Jensen. "Hello to you, Jay, love of my life, welcome back, I missed you so much, as you can see from my unbridled enthusiasm, my darling ..." "Do you know that?" Interrupted Jensen seriously, ignoring the jibe.
With a quizzical look, Jared moved to go and sit next to him, and leaned forward towards the screen of the laptop. Slowly raised his eyebrows and ran his eyes the page on which Jensen was. Eventually she turned to stare with puzzled expression. "I fanfiction, Jens. And yes, I knew that there, thank you. "Jensen him a withering look and pointed to the screen.
"The couple. Have you read the name of the couple? " Jared look back on the page for a moment, then shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes. Jared / Misha. So what? "
" So? "Repeated Jensen annoyed. "Excuse me, have you seen how many?" protested by scrolling the page down. "Jared / Misha ... Jared / Misha ... Misha / Jared, well, at least breaks the monotony ... Jared / Misha again ... were definitely catching on, you two! "he remarked with a chuckle irritated. "There you'll find others, and you'll probably find only those ... Did you notice who is a themed site? "Jared asked, speaking slowly in an effort to keep serious. Jensen nodded vigorously. "Yes! In fact, worse! How long have there themed sites on the two of you? " Jared had continued to stare, biting his lips, but could not extend beyond its strength. She sank on the sofa, bursting out laughing like a child. "Please, Jens, tell me you're joking!" He said between laughter. When the other did not answer but he just stared at askance, Jared tried hard to calm down. "Okay ... okay. "She breathed deeply, even betraying some small trail of laughter. "What's wrong?" Jensen continued to look bad. "I do not know if you remember, but the couple official should be us, here. " unofficial, Jensen." corrected him his companion, with a mischievous smile. "As long as you're not thinking of any public announcement in style. Something like My dear and devoted fans, given the sudden proliferation of containing fanfiction infamous cases of relations between my man and Mr. Collins, I wish to inform you all that Jared Padalecki and I are madly in love and have sex all of the unrestrained nights. "" Are you idiot! "Said Jensen, but they may fail to mention a smile, that Jared did not fail to grasp immediately. He laughed softly and laced her arms around his neck. "Come on, do not tell me you bother seriously. I'm just fanfiction, Jens, and even the most absurd. "He stopped too late, when it was no longer anything to have realized that you have added a few words too many. Jensen's smile disappeared and the boy broke away from him, frowning. "Ah, so I'm not so absurd? You will find them plausible? "
" No. .. no, I meant ... "she sighed Jared patiently. "Well, I wanted a lot of other people." Jensen said, shooting an annoyed look at the laptop. "Obviously you guys give that impression. And then I want to know why in this new fashion Jared / Misha, I always end up being painted as the jealous! "" Trust me, by that impression ... "Jared could not help but respond, feeling that it was again struggling to keep from laughing, and even had to surrender the Jensen reply on that occasion. He just grunts an 'Oh, she' Shut up! "before you close the laptop and abandon puffing on the back of the sofa. Jared crouched beside him, smiling in amusement fix his face sullen.
"Hey, stop looking at me like I was crazy, okay?" Jensen said, turning toward him. "I know that I just fanfiction, thanks a lot, and I also know that variants of the" J2 "there are worse, but ... I did not believe that you and Misha did you go so hard. There are those who also takes quite seriously as a hypothesis, "he protested. He looked away discreetly before continuing, as he always did when he was about to say something that would have embarrassed him. "Although I would not dream even dead to announce publicly that they had reason to imagine the two of us together, I still like the idea that what is between you and me ... arrivals, you know? In short, this is ... is a betrayal! "
Jared sighed, and crept closer to his companion's face up to his neck, while speaking at intervals kissed skin. "If I'm not mistaken ... also Dean / Castiel is pretty strong for some time, right? " Jensen moaned pleasantly, bowing his head to one side and responding with distracted tone. "Hmm, yeah, so what?" Jared chuckled and sat up, making him a tongue. "So this is not a betrayal, is ... law of compensation. You can call it divine justice

. "
Jensen stood for a moment to stare with mouth open in an expression reminiscent of that of a disoriented cod, although much more fascinating than the average fish. Then her eyes thinned. "You you're having fun dramatically, right? "burst into uncontrollable laughter Jared, leaning forward. "Yes! To Die For! "Confirmed, almost with tears in his eyes. Jensen was surprised when, with a final push, he did stretch on the couch and he went on. He lowered his face on him, talking with her husky tone and warm, what could make your head spin with Jared.
"Do you do me a bit 'of divine justice."
He had not uttered those words and his hands had already crossed the border Jared T-shirt and had reached the skin, making him sigh of pleased amazement, stroking along the sides lean and sculpted. The cloth went back on his body movements driven by Jensen, until Jared rose slightly to invite his companion to get rid of everything from quell'ingombro. Jensen did not pray, and when a beautiful naked Jared returned to surrender under him, fell on his chest with his lips and a hungry tongue eager flavor.
"Ooh ... Jens ... "Jared murmured, closing his eyes, feeling that Jensen's skin bathed in warm touches and passionate, and his mouth, then stopped to take delicious by one of her nipples, and the attention devoted to another of his fingers. The two small peaks became excited marble beneath the torturing courtesy of Jensen, Jared, and when he groaned and arched slightly underneath him, pressing on his groin become swollen and hot, Jensen smiled in silence, his face still down and hidden on wheezy chest of the other. When made to rise, Jared took his face in his hands and eagerly pulled him to himself, on his lips, mouths into each other flavors to blend and weave breaths. Jared put his hands on the shirt of his teammate, quickly lifting, pulling to himself the moment enough to be able to recover under the hand skin of his back, which began to caress sank while still wet in the flavor of his mouth. He felt the heat and hardness of the breast Jensen on him, and further down, their bodies were rubbing and calling button and a growing arrogance. And the only thought that filled the mind of Jared and Jensen was detached from his lips, was in danger of going mad with desire for him.
Jensen smiled, pressing a hand on his chest that he will remain stretched and moved about him slipping down, leaving the tip of the tongue with a provocative and lucid trace of their passage between Jared the chest, on her abdomen, belly flat, while the fingers had reached her jeans. Rose filing in, securing it with a smile that made her eyes on a mesmerizing beauty.
"God .. you are ... nice ... "Jared gasped, feeling vibrations as the hands of Jensen stripped completely, releasing the force of his penis excited. The other looked down the crotch of his companion, smiling, saying nothing, and bent over the corner of masculine eroticism, get your teeth into beauty, without any move to accelerate, slowly taking every juicy moment of that expectation. He put his hand on a member in a caress slight breeze, but was enough for Jared deeply wailing. Jensen leaned calmly on the tip, wrap your breath, and then tapping it in soft circles with her tongue and cruel. Jared is arched beneath him, moaning again, almost in a moan.
"Je ... Jens ... ohh ... god ... so I do ... die ... aaahh ... "
Jensen's lips curled in just a hint of a smile, and he began to pass the tongue over the length of the member, up and down in a slow agonizing.
"AAH ... Oh god ... Ti ... please ... "Jared moaned desperately. Jensen returned to his lips swollen at the tip, opening up, wrapping it slowly at first. Then with a hoarse moan, Jensen went to surround themselves and take in the wonderful vibrant erection, feeling that Jared freed a deep sigh of relief and excitement. Sucked it with passion, moving rhythmically, exciting with your mouth that could contain it all. The flavor of the filling deliciously Jared and Jensen for a moment almost lost in the desire to make his wheezing and incredible beauty.
"Jens ... Jens ... yes ... god, yes ... so ... " moaned passionately mate. Jensen rose imperceptibly, and release plan, continuing to surround him with your hand and stroke it.
"Are you coming, Jay ?..." she whispered softly, warm lips laid on the tip of his erection. Jared sighed spasmodically.
"Yes .. yes, I'm ... I am coming ... Jensen ... "he gasped. Jensen's smile grew wider, and assumed a gradient malignant. Completely left the erection painfully swollen, and rose quietly, putting his feet and leaned back the sofa, looking at Jared who had raised up a face lost.
"Let's see now if you're having fun again." She said with a smile poisonous.
"Eh? ... Ma .. not ... not want to leave ...

so? "Said Jared sitting up, watching her little face pleading, Jensen had the impression that he was almost on the verge of tears. He chuckled and shrugged.
"E '
divine justice." He replied simply, before turning on his heel. Jared was dazed for a few seconds, for then bend forward with a groan. "Other than fanfiction, this is a real betrayal! You ... You ... because the word you're too fucking asshole

makes the idea! "whimpered. When he heard that Jensen walked away laughing on the stairs, he decided that the issue could not possibly end there. The devilish grin
Jensen became secretly hot when he heard the footsteps of Jared who came after. He slowed his pace, helped by the fact that he was not exactly in terms of walking smoothly. He had wanted take a little revenge, yes, but always and Jared had absolute power over his body's reactions. And that was enough to put eyes on him because he could not help but to want it. Had not yet reached the top of the ladder when he was prodding from behind the wall, and the long hands of Jared came to rest on the wall at the sides of his body.
"Where you going?" Jared addressed him, with even a hint hurt in his voice. Jensen did not move or tried to escape, turning only the face in profile and a smile. Jared looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then smiled slowly too. He pressed his chest to his back and his hand went down her abdomen, passing through the fabric of that Jensen still wearing pants, ripping out a sigh when he stopped the swelling that filled them. Jared and breathed in his ear a little laugh hot.
"No, I would not think of going anywhere."
Jensen chuckled in response, and a movement spicy rubbed her buttocks against his groin, as if to recall the excitement that he hoped to find still hot there for him. Jared moaned with desire in that invitation, and sighed on the skin of his shoulder, biting and licking while surrounded the sides to make them slide down his pants and underwear. His mouth was moving wet and hungry, arriving at the nape of the companion with the language and going to the corner behind the ear. He raised a hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth already gasping for Jensen. He did not need to ask, Jensen took her in the lips and licked her generously, with his eyes closed and a low murmur of excitement. Jared smiled and laid a long soft kiss on the neck of his teammate, while wearing down your fingers wet, wet drawing a line between her buttocks, before slip in half slowly, rubbing the hole and gently. Jensen joined hands with a shot to the wall, holds two fists quivering. He sighed as he felt his deep moans soften and open offer to Jared, who with his other hand stroking his chest, rubbing her fingers on her nipples, going with hot on the palm muscles tense with desire. Jared still leaned on his shoulders, licking and sucking the skin, listening to music hoarse voice of his companion, until he felt the fingers move with smooth softness in him. Panted on his neck, savoring the pleasure of waiting for it, to be in him and hear his.
"God, how I love you ..." he whispered, and his voice seemed made of fire to Jensen, who felt the intensity of the excitement overwhelm him. He grabbed Jared's hand on his chest and pushed her down, moaning a heartfelt "Jay ..." when he heard that surrounded the erection and caressed her with vehemence. Wet fingers soft Jared came to him, and pressed the member tense and excited about opening the road from them thoughtfully prepared. With a shot that made them vibrate both Jared entered into him, gemendogli mouth on the skin, pushing waves are soft but insistent, feeling its raging desire was surrounded and wonderfully welcomed. Jensen tensed and arched his head back, absorbing the subtle pain, still panting the name of the partner. The erection of Jared was powerful and burning inside him, and his hand had started to move around the State of Jensen following the intensity of the thrusts, squeezing crazy enough to do it with pleasure. "Oh my God ... Jay ... Jay ... Oh God yes ... "he groaned with an extra boost when she heard him fully penetrate inside. The free hand of Jared came to rest on her, pressed against the wall, and their fingers intertwined and instinctively looked, eagerly clutching their bodies together while they loved each other. The excitement of Jared, already provoked more than permissible, again reached the limit and could not resist this time, exploding and giving the body of his companion, while Jared vented a long, trembling moan of pleasure. Wonderfully emptied, was left panting against Jensen's back, without leaving him, feeling the hardness of his erection still filled his hand vigorously. Struggle not to succumb to delicious exhaustion that pervades, continued to encircle and squeeze, moving his hand with an increasing pace, feeling that Jensen's voice rose in intensity and be guided groans, until his companion arched against his chest with one click, and his semen spurted to soak the hand of lust and decorate the wall. massaging with loving kindness, Jared carefully separate their bodies, while Jensen was leaning against the wall catch my breath. He bent over exhausted at last, resting his forehead on his neck, eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her lips.
"I bet you went ill humor. "he murmured with mock sweetness. Jensen broke out laughing and finally turned to him, sweaty and happy.
"She 'Shut up ..." he said softly, laying a hand through his hair and allowing him to kiss her man. Only his

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Marriage Congragulatory Messages

[J2] Divine Justice


Title:
Love is the red rose of
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Author: moi meme,





mrs_toro_or



Beta : lovely

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Fandom
: Supernatural Pairing


: CastielxDean Raiting: PG Disclaimer: I do not belong, are all of my love-Kripke and the CW. Crossposted
: my lj; soon somewhere else, probably EFP and some other bad place where I accept it. Notes: slash, but alluded to. # Bday! Fic for my lovely
faithina . Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. Enjoy! : D Every rose has its thorns, I think. Everything good, everything good always has a dark side. There is always something to keep hidden, there is always something wrong.
A man with a wonderful life, a beautiful house, a beautiful family may be the saddest man in the world and wonderful family that might not ever know. But perhaps, perhaps hiding the rose is a rose no more plugs so generic. Perhaps the rose thorns that hides most of the other is red as blood, intense and intoxicating. I found it, the red rose. He was all alone in the middle of a garden bare and dry, shining in the grass dry and withered flowers. He seemed to radiate a red light and strong, seemed to be still there and I looked, it seemed that I tried.
When I entered the garden the first time I saw only the misery, the sadness, the gray that permeated. I looked around and could not understand why a place could be heaven seem so corrupt and dead. Then I saw her. I approached cautiously watched her, watched her for a long time. I could not understand why the petals were the most red and softer, I could not understand why her fragrance was the most beautiful and sweet, and passionate.
and took it. Its hidden thorns pricked my fingers, they bleed, but in spite of everything he did as bad as I expected. Only then I realized that nothing is really as it seems, that it was not easy to love him the same way that it was not easy to hold a red rose without getting stung.
In that moment, at that exact moment I looked into the rose, I looked deep and saw the horror, the darkness and sadness. The soft petals were only a facade to mask the complexity of inner and gave me a fool not to have understood before. When I looked into eyes for a second time I saw the light beyond the darkness, hidden behind the sadness of happiness, the good he had done beyond horror. I realized that would not be easy to manage. I realized that it was not easy to handle myself, all the new emotions that warmed me inside and made me dizzy, and I knew it would not be easy to manage him.
Not that there's never been able, however. I wanted to try to rationalize everything, to make sense of things, but I found out maybe a little 'late that we had no sense at all. Love, more red and pink scented garden of emotions, we can not understand. You can not run, can not be commanded. There is no full stop. Overwhelm you like a river, comes down on you like a bolt from the blue, you upset the life and soul.
Love is the storm and quiet, love is the passion and the sweetness, love is the red of the rose and its scent. Now I understand, finally, I fully understood that in the end I can never really understand. The only thing I can do is let this feeling inside of me food, give me the strength to fight and move on.
The only thing I can do is protect the most important thing for me in the world, love her with all my might, give it everything I have. I'll be there until the end, I'll be there at the end of the day, I'll be there when all this huge mess is over. -called Earth Cass, Cass called Earth! - Dean-Sorry, I was absently- Until the end, with the scent of the petals and with all the thorns that can hurt me. * The End *

Concrete Block Shower

"Let's get married"

In general, I watched this broadcast today is not the first time ... And God be with her, but whether I get the feeling of modern single women on the basis of all this:
a) single and 30 full and even more, but it is clear and true, but is considered strange, but in Europe, but we all know, that in Europe, and irritates me, I'm a 30 alone, so flawed and so on, but who said that? In general, there are people who have just one doctor ordered, and then 30 - It is not age, can still move mountains, but do not live as boring as some;
b) all the children or many children, lonely, with males at it this way react like "oh how hard to take on such responsibility, and there is a child age 9, for example, maybe hard, but not the same one from the cradle to grow;
c), and many of the age of 30 1-2-3 novel, which is strange, I look at my 24-year old girlfriends and themselves, but we hung with the same old love affairs simply, every 3 - the minimum number, not counting casual or short-term, that is behind the experience is such that not seem a little, but then I fell in love at 18 was suffering-suffering for 2 years, he was not recognized, then admitted that he rejected the possibility of relations, then there was a man much older, met 3 years, had a baby, he was gone, somehow everything is not fun ... No fancy chtoli ...
g), and many have been with married men, so much as everybody talks about it, they say, but still women, fools, and love is blind, I can understand short burdensome for anyone with married, but when "I gave him all of herself, and 5 years, he could not get away from my wife," I involuntarily begs the question, but actually what in such a situation, all of myself to give something back?? (Well, here I am, of course with maximalism judge, because one thing - a unit history of unrequited love, and another - "for one and the same mistake 5 years in a row with a fair persistence "...)

Herpes In Black Women

* Concert Whitney Houston *

Yesterday we went to a concert by Whitney Houston. Photos not, since taking pictures and shooting were strictly forbidden ((( Each sector workers were standing room and kept a sharp lookout that no one photographed ((
Overall, there was nothing on the one hand, I do not regret having gone, and on the other hand, I was expecting a lot more.
In fact, it looked like rather than on a big concert, and the kind of recital, she sang a little, little said, changed outfits three times, if the latter can be considered, as it it has appeared only for 5 minutes. (And immediately clear that the Greenpeace Madame did not applies in principle) ... But everything was alive)) though not as much as we wanted, even though it was obvious that its all very tiring. Generally formed oschuschuenie that came on the scene she was very very tired ... And so little about love, a little bit of pain, a little bit about God, and a little more music)))
Although generally a strange idea - in Russian Hall to push speech to amerikosskom agnliyskom eating okonyaanchaniya slang words and inserting ...
Sorry, I'm not a fan, because so many around, "wrote boiling water" with delight, but somehow I kept looking at more mundane ...
And apparently she forbade to shoot themselves in close-up, because it has never been made, although musicians and bekov shot, wonder why?
PS Actually, when I last was at the concert Zemfira, and free, and in general ... impressions I had much larger and deeper ... and somehow it was more outspoken and "blood" chtoli.
PPS "All of this is given with the blood," Zakharov.

Which Paper Towel Is The Strongest.

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Lizzz Kotofeyskaya Machine opened your true face! You're a princess in cats. Sometimes seem arrogant, but actually it is not: you are very nice and tactful What are you a cat?

Sword Of Damocles Mount Blade Descargar

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do not understand. Because in 'this place when there is a temperature warm enough to stay out of the house there is a time of crap (rain, thunder, the sky gray and depressing) and when the sun is shining and the sky is , there is always a cold clear Madonna!? Why the fuck, now I was under the scorching sun and I was literally freezing! The Veneto is not a place hospitable to humans at all. I miss
Sicily. ç_ç goddamn you were bathing in the sea a few weeks ago! And I do it myself swimming in the rain at 6 and a half hours of the morning going to school without an umbrella because then I forget it somewhere XD Okay, a little 'I love the rain, but all winter so it is ; by depressing morireeeee ... that is, if it snowed at least a satisfaction. *-* Well, one thing I like about the north is the snow soft and blocking streets so buses do not go and I can not go to school. Ole!

Ah, new plotted after months of abstinence from photoshop!

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