Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Erotic reading, just for you! <3
Aight. Here's something from me to you with love, enjoy.
Luna’s serene smile grew a little as she set the music box on a bookshelf.
She stepped towards Hermione, watching her with an uncharacteristically focused and penetrating look.
Hermione blinked and felt her heart rate speed up.
“Do you need anything? Something to drink?” Luna asked, gesturing to a table under the window.
Hermione saw a bottle of elderflower wine and a single glass.
“That’d be nice,” she said. Luna stepped in the direction of the table, but Hermione hurried past her.
The bottle was open already, and Hermione poured it with an infuriatingly trembling hand.
Hermione felt Luna’s gaze upon her as she brought the glass to her lips.
There was a swell in the music, and as she became aware of the space between her legs again, Hermione tilted her glass upwards and swallowed its entire contents in four swift gulps.
Luna watched her without reaction.
Embarrassed, she set the glass down and looked at Luna with a small smile.
“Well,” Hermione said shortly, “shall we get on with it, then?”
Luna blinked serenely at her. “If you’re ready.”
Hermione swallowed and attempted a smile. “I am.”
With her gaze steady, Luna stepped toward Hermione until they were only inches apart.
Luna’s scent mingled with the musty smell of books and candles, and Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath as Luna reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
Luna’s gaze never wavered as Hermione blinked and tried to keep a hold on herself. If Luna could take this all in stride, she certainly could as well.
Her heart continued to pound loudly as Luna worked her buttons, and she was startled to feel an echoing pulse directly between her legs. She bit her lip and unconsciously rocked her hips slightly.
Luna’s pupils grew larger as she felt the movement and undid the final button. Her fingers trailed up to Hermione’s shoulders and pushed the shirt back from her body and off.
Luna pulled even closer, and her hand came to rest on Hermione’s waist. "We can't do this" Hermione uttered.
"Why?" asked Luna with disappointment. "Because my mom got scared and said I'm moving to my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air!"
LOL! PICTURE RELATED.
a reddish brown substance that forms on the surface of iron and steel as a result of decay caused by reacting with air and water, bitchez
Luna’s serene smile grew a little as she set the music box on a bookshelf.
She stepped towards Hermione, watching her with an uncharacteristically focused and penetrating look.
Hermione blinked and felt her heart rate speed up.
“Do you need anything? Something to drink?” Luna asked, gesturing to a table under the window.
Hermione saw a bottle of elderflower wine and a single glass.
“That’d be nice,” she said. Luna stepped in the direction of the table, but Hermione hurried past her.
The bottle was open already, and Hermione poured it with an infuriatingly trembling hand.
Hermione felt Luna’s gaze upon her as she brought the glass to her lips.
There was a swell in the music, and as she became aware of the space between her legs again, Hermione tilted her glass upwards and swallowed its entire contents in four swift gulps.
Luna watched her without reaction.
Embarrassed, she set the glass down and looked at Luna with a small smile.
“Well,” Hermione said shortly, “shall we get on with it, then?”
Luna blinked serenely at her. “If you’re ready.”
Hermione swallowed and attempted a smile. “I am.”
With her gaze steady, Luna stepped toward Hermione until they were only inches apart.
Luna’s scent mingled with the musty smell of books and candles, and Hermione took a deep, shuddering breath as Luna reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
Luna’s gaze never wavered as Hermione blinked and tried to keep a hold on herself. If Luna could take this all in stride, she certainly could as well.
Her heart continued to pound loudly as Luna worked her buttons, and she was startled to feel an echoing pulse directly between her legs. She bit her lip and unconsciously rocked her hips slightly.
Luna’s pupils grew larger as she felt the movement and undid the final button. Her fingers trailed up to Hermione’s shoulders and pushed the shirt back from her body and off.
Luna pulled even closer, and her hand came to rest on Hermione’s waist. "We can't do this" Hermione uttered.
"Why?" asked Luna with disappointment. "Because my mom got scared and said I'm moving to my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air!"
LOL! PICTURE RELATED.
a reddish brown substance that forms on the surface of iron and steel as a result of decay caused by reacting with air and water, bitchez
Saturday, August 4, 2007
BREAKING NEWS: Minneapolis bridge collapse partially due to LAZERs
Minneapolis, MN: State government officials said in a press conference earlier today that there will be no changes made to federal bridge inspection routines. This is based on the latest reports of a LAZER being the prime cause of the Minneapolis bridge collapse. CNN provides us with these pictures from a security camera overlooking the bridge, viewer discretion advised:
The President announced, after the Minneapolis press conference, that he will pass a new bill in the next few days to ensure increased funding of the war on terror, now that the cause of the bridge collapse is known not to be failed inspection procedures.
The President announced, after the Minneapolis press conference, that he will pass a new bill in the next few days to ensure increased funding of the war on terror, now that the cause of the bridge collapse is known not to be failed inspection procedures.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
HERMIONE DIES
Just in case you'd miss it if you watch the movie or read the book. No need to thank me.
R-R-ROIIIIID-RUSTY
R-R-ROIIIIID-RUSTY
omg itz teh comebacks
OmG! Today I is not chargin any lazers cuz this has been liek da best day ev4r lolz - I gots a job and some other shit aswell. Anywho - idz flamin-time.
Rusty, being the idle moron he is (we do still love him no?) has provided today's problem for us.
This is the situation: Rusty has no money. He lives at his mom's but cannot pay for food at the moment. Rusty gets a call this morning, a job offer meaning 9 hours of manual labour and some sweet $. Should he
A. say yes
or
B. tell his future employer to go fuck himself?
Obviously, the answer is B.
Next, some friends call Rusty with another offer - go kart!!!11 yay!!1 We do not know the cost of this but we assume it is more than $0.00 which is how much Rusty has at the moment.
Should he
A. say yes
or
B. tell his friends to go fuck themselves, call the job-dude and beg forgiveness?
Obviously, the answer is A.
We can now make a flow chart of what has happened:
I dunno. Leave a comment n click some ads to help Rusty out of his misery.
buSty something
Rusty, being the idle moron he is (we do still love him no?) has provided today's problem for us.
This is the situation: Rusty has no money. He lives at his mom's but cannot pay for food at the moment. Rusty gets a call this morning, a job offer meaning 9 hours of manual labour and some sweet $. Should he
A. say yes
or
B. tell his future employer to go fuck himself?
Obviously, the answer is B.
Next, some friends call Rusty with another offer - go kart!!!11 yay!!1 We do not know the cost of this but we assume it is more than $0.00 which is how much Rusty has at the moment.
Should he
A. say yes
or
B. tell his friends to go fuck themselves, call the job-dude and beg forgiveness?
Obviously, the answer is A.
We can now make a flow chart of what has happened:
I dunno. Leave a comment n click some ads to help Rusty out of his misery.
buSty something
"I'm gonna charge mah lazer"Woman not allowed on flight after quarrel.
Singer Dilba was going to Las Vegas - but was stopped brutally by security guards from Arlanda airport. Reason: she uttered that she was going to "charge her lazer".
Artist Dilbahar "Dilba" Svensson Demirbag, 36, got into a dramatic scuffle this morning on Arlanda when she was going to fly to Las Vegas at around ten o'clock. When passing the security check, the singer was asked a routine question about her reason for traveling.
Taken to interrogation
- She got irritated and said "What do you think? Imma charge mah lazer", an informant says.
The security inspector then called the guards who grabbed her to get interrogated.
- There was a wild fight, she looked extremely upset, said the informant.
"Not discrimination"- We look very seriously on these type of comments and take the actions necessary. The passenger in question was not banned from traveling with us forever, just admittance on the current flight.
- Due to the recent events we encourage all our passengers to be on their guard. This is not about discrimination against any single person, Elizabeth Landau told Aftonbladet.
Dilba is flying to Las Vegas today.
Rusty aka Out-of-ideas
Saturday, June 30, 2007
'sup. Two days ago I cut my hair really fucking short, hoping that if I'd emulate Brad Pitt's hair the way it looks in the first half of Fight Club, I would automagically become TYLER DURDEN. Of course, it didn't even take me two days to realize that I don't have any of the qualities of Tyler, except the hair and thus I now look like a fucking US marine corps faggot. Therefore: Fuck you Brad - YOU ARE YOUR FUCKING BEARD
Picture very related. bUsty out
Picture very related. bUsty out
Friday, June 29, 2007
Spoiler
John McClane
This guy takes out a helicopter and a F-35 fighter jet without firing a single bullet. Hello, my name is John McClane and I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how fucking awesome I am. Yippie-kay-yay mother fuckers.
End of spoiler
He doesn't charge his lazer. Why? because he thinks it would suck if time imploded upon itself and he'd be the only one left alive without any ass to kick. I rest my case.
Rusty
Fuck you bustY.
Just because you have a well-paid job and a caring family that loves and respects you. I'll tell you what: Fuck you. Atleast I don't sit in my Benz all day bragging about it. Besides, I didn't whine about life. I whined about how nice it would be to whine about it. Now go fuck a dog or something, I got first post. I won the internets, now I'm gonna go and fuck the prom queen.
Picture unrelated.
Rusty
Just because you have a well-paid job and a caring family that loves and respects you. I'll tell you what: Fuck you. Atleast I don't sit in my Benz all day bragging about it. Besides, I didn't whine about life. I whined about how nice it would be to whine about it. Now go fuck a dog or something, I got first post. I won the internets, now I'm gonna go and fuck the prom queen.
Picture unrelated.
Rusty
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Yo. Rusty had another one of his pathetic little "roid rage"-episodes last night. That fucker, he uses his first official post to whine about how things are going atm like anybody fucking cares. Did he kill anybody? No. Did he leave a bible anywhere? No. I say, do a fucking barrel roll. PRESS Z OR R TWICE
But it's sad really, the lengths some are willing to go to for a piece of the spotlight. Fuck them. VERTICAL SUPLEEEEX
bustY out
But it's sad really, the lengths some are willing to go to for a piece of the spotlight. Fuck them. VERTICAL SUPLEEEEX
bustY out
Sup, Rusty here.
I'm just gonna spew some random shit. Right now I'd like to sit somewhere quiet and open, with a view over the city and an unlimited supply of alcoholic beverages at hand, whining about whatever shit life's got throwing at me for the moment. Fuck yeah, that'd feel good. Someone might ask -Why do you do it? I'll just say that's what makes people do it. To be able to chill out and get that general good feeling all along your brain cortex and body when all hell's broken loose. Kinda makes you want to feel like shit at times, to reach that state of mind.
Oh yeah, and here's a shooped pic of Chris Benoit. Might raise some anger. There's even some tits here.
Later. Rusty out.
Yeah I know what you're thinking. That's a cool alias. I know it's stolen, doesn't lower the coolness level. Too bad you didn't choose it yourself. Go cry in a corner, emokid.
I'm just gonna spew some random shit. Right now I'd like to sit somewhere quiet and open, with a view over the city and an unlimited supply of alcoholic beverages at hand, whining about whatever shit life's got throwing at me for the moment. Fuck yeah, that'd feel good. Someone might ask -Why do you do it? I'll just say that's what makes people do it. To be able to chill out and get that general good feeling all along your brain cortex and body when all hell's broken loose. Kinda makes you want to feel like shit at times, to reach that state of mind.
Oh yeah, and here's a shooped pic of Chris Benoit. Might raise some anger. There's even some tits here.
Later. Rusty out.
Yeah I know what you're thinking. That's a cool alias. I know it's stolen, doesn't lower the coolness level. Too bad you didn't choose it yourself. Go cry in a corner, emokid.
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