It's pretty simple. Just ctrl-v (or paste) the last thing you copied into the post and explain it. ^^ I'll start it off.

"When it hurts too much to look back and you're still too afraid to look to the future, look to your side and I'll be there."

That'll be a random quote I found that I was considering putting in my signature here. Exciting. ^^

Ooh I think I get it. o_o;

http://www.neopets.com/neoboards/topic.pht...242829&next=151

That was when the internet window was acting up and I felt threatened that it was going to randomly close on me, so I copied the URL so I'd have it if it did go down. xD

°

I can't really explain that.. my sis was thee last person on the computer XD

"I luff meh mummy :D She got me some early xmas stuff

she bought me this set and it came with Kaiba and Marik structure with 2 packs (which I got 3 holos in) and it came with sleeves, she also bought me the new dragon and new zombie structure deck :o yey, and I'm also gonna get a cell phone, dye my hair purple, and some other stuff, but I hafta wait til the 35th...2th

25th.. yes that one, I'm too lazy to go up and correct msyelf :P.. myself"


I was pasting My LJ to my friends in MSN cuz I was too lazy to type it all up again

http://img22.exs.cx/img22/4070/im0003061gg.jpg

Thats mine.

Ooh, man. What a nice thing to have... you guys should clickit.

Now that's HOT!

XD

Julie Anne Peters' Webpage

This is cause I just finished reading her book, Keeping You A Secret, and found the website somewhere, and copied and pasted it to get there.

BTW, if you have yet to read this book, I STRONGLY urge you to! It's a sweet book about the hardships of coming out to your friends and family, and most importantly, yourself.

http://www.schnoogle.com/restrictedsection...namon/BW11.html

/AWESOME/ Harry/Draco fan fic I recommend. -runs off to read it-

-reads as well- It's pretty good [i'm only on chappie 3 right now though]

Pteri Battle Manual.

oo; Oh, I know why I have this.

Something on Neopets that my brother had. A .. quest thingie that he made me look up on the Shop Wiz for him. xD

^^ Woo! *pastes again* =D

^^ Well, I shal be off! ^^~ I think... xD

A mispelled thinger all the way from last night, when I was in a rush to sign off MSN. Lately, I seem to be in lots of rushes. ^^;

^^ I will happily check out your ficcie, Dannee love. =3333 <33

"Jingle bells, Remus yells, in their bed at night"

Haha, Mempy posted that on a board :o And I'm like 'omg i'm goign to make an away message from that'

OMFG. =O You used something I said in an away message? ^^ d00d. =P <3

Oh, and just not to spam:

"Yeah." Sirius tucked a strand of black hair behind his ear.

Something from an RP reply that I'm writing for PV siren that I cut and pasted. ^^

Dannee~ That fanfic -cries- It's too saaaaaaaaaaaaad T_T

also sad I didn't notice until now that I only read the LAST chatper ._.

I'm only chappie 9... man, it's long... but finally! after 8 chappies there is some DM/HP action... and it's so fluffy, it's adorable :rolleyes:

SPOILER
Don't scroll down if you don't wanna


































Harry gives Draco head right before he dies

JD! xD *scrolled down by accident, and as if by magnetism her eyes were drawn to that line*

Did you have to... wait, head? o-o *goes to read*

...

*registers first* xP

Yes >D Head

"DEC218611064"

o.O ... I really don't know. My brother was on here last. ^^' I imagine it's a file name from a picture.

sch:/authors/cinnamon/BW1.html

Just one step along the way to finding the whole story that Dannee-dahl posted. =3

http://meetme.hotornot.com/?4293=17043

...*blush*

I was totally drooling over all these beautiful girls.

Humans are incredible beings.. so gorgeous...

Miyavi's better with guys! XDDD; -cough-cough-

XDDD `I was replying to this girl's comment and she wrote that and I copied it to quote her.

This is Miyavi:


Oh, wait, you can't see his eyes.

Here we go:



I can't find any images of him kissing any guys [ I don't know why, he does it so often ] but I have this...

Yeah, I <3 that RP.

Ooops! Sorry, only the last chapter was on copy-and-paste. ^^;

And, not to spam: Did he know he was being posted North when he was at your house?

o_O; My mom was on last.

OMG! That was single handedly the sadest FF I've ever read! I actually cried... I can't believe it... :( :unsure:

Let's see what Amanda's got on her Ctrl-v ..

..

.. -tries-

.. AHAH. How lovely. I have nothing, people. xDD

-pats Alex- Aaaw. ;_;

aww thankz Dannee, i feel so loved =P

Aaaawww, well you should. xD

Well I do <3

When life gives you oranges, make screwdrivers.

I got that off of an Elf game [don't ask]

Heheh. Thats silly.

I LOVE this game. Now I'm gonna play if for like the third time:

ladyhellhound: life is good bagydpo;;\
ladyhellhound: baggydope.
ladyhellhound: hahahhahaa
ladyhellhound: the new babydoll
Sakidne02: lol
ladyhellhound: man.
ladyhellhound: ok.
ladyhellhound: i'm coming down....
Sakidne02: que?
Sakidne02: lol
ladyhellhound: breaaathhheee
ladyhellhound: *giggles*

Ox is joining in! Whee!

Too bad if I'm ever a mom, and I'm ever in that kind of situation I'm just gonna be like... That's nice. And not care >:D .......... I'd probably be a bitch mom though, but you know... At least there wouldn't be any scenes created.

Don't remember why I had that copied but... whatever. Remember what I was talking about though. Hee. Yeah.

AGAIN!

...

...

I don't have anything... .____. `Oh, right, I just restarted my computer. Silly me. ^^;;;

http://img130.exs.cx/img130/3832/sailormoon9za.jpg

Haha, showing my friend the pciture in meh siggeh

I want some daisy dukes and the confidence to wear daisy dukes in public. One day soon you'll drive past 23rd and Lyndale to find me working the corner in a denim tube top and eensy weensy shorts, my stilettos skewering dog shit and human shit and groceries people dropped on their way to the car.

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Tonight I feel very much like a typical stupid girl. Like those girls on neopets who try to be polite and sweet and just come off as idiots to all those skeptical elitist-intellectuals whos attitude on life causes them to look down on everyone they talk to. Unless that person tends to say 'immature' or 'juvenile' a lot, and has a small font.

No, I'm overexaggerating, being too harsh. After all, the point of this little rant right here was to tell everyone how much of an idiot I feel like. You know, just a little girl in blue jeans asking 'why?' while everyone around her is dying inside. Instead of making it better she asks them feebly if they want to watch a movie or taste some of her candy? And then she laughs a lot to fill the silence that everyones making.

Right now I'm talking to a girl who loves her body.
And a girl who hates her mind.
And a girl who loves to hate a part of herself that she put on paper and gave words to.

And really, all I can tell them in return is that my ribcage hurts.

Right now my skin is doing that thing it does where it lifts up and tickles against the fabric of my shirt. This is because it is cold. I just breathed on a portion of my palm and now that the warm air is cooling it feels like I gave my hand a mint.

"I honestly don't know what to say to you. Like, everything I say is way too serious because I'm trying to keep up. But now you're not feeling serious anymore. It's like stumbling around blindfolded on a leash, your dragging me too hard. Maybe this is because I keep saying I love you and getting no response. This is frustrating and I know I should stop, but it's like worrying a scab, I just can't."

"If you pick at it, it'll scar."

kleelaLA: I LOVE YOU SARAH PARKER
kleelaLA: I WANT TO PLAY SONGS OUTSIDE OF YOUR WINDOW
kleelaLA: BUT YOU LIVE IN A BASEMENT

HAHAHAHAAREYOUKIDDINGME?

I said I was lost.
She said she was sleeping.

I was empty like a .45 caliber gun after... it is emptied.
And aching.

kleelaLA: And... aching?
Phoetiquette: Tell me why?






Something I wrote and was showing to the friend I show that stuff too...

Me, using a quote I stole from someone here to whinge about something. JD, the picture in your siggeh is t3h funny. <3

http://www.livejournal.com/community/porni...ies/183008.html


omg, that's a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY KINKY DracoxHarryxLucius fanfic, you all should read o__o if you don't mind the explicit stuffs xP

Ack, what a great quote. Just wanted to mention.

'Sorry, an error occurred. If you are unsure on how to use a feature, or don't know why you got this error message, try looking through the help files for more information.

The error returned was:

Sorry, you do not have permission to reply to that topic'

^^ The error returned when I tried to reply to a new member's topic. Again, apologies to that new member, 'acuz I just have little idea of what's going on. xD Apologies to Fuzzy too, since I guess she'll be the one who has to fix it when she comes on next. ^^; *huggles poor worker-bee Fuzzy dumplin* <3

Boys Like To Play

Author: Vestige
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Yaoi.
Status: Complete.
Pairing: Roy x Ed.
Summary: Roy bent down until Ed could feel his hot breath ghosting across his lips.

The canteen was so crowded for once that Ed had to actually try and elbow his way in.

“Niisan, you know, it might be easier if you just asked them to move…” Al commented as Ed once again nearly missed being hit by somebody’s waving arms.

“Who are you calling smaller than a miniscule speck on your eye!!!!”

Eventually, they managed to push and shove their way to the front, where they realized that the onlookers had formed a ring around a table. Ed spotted Hughes to the right, and he waves them over.

“Ed-kun! Come, come, or you’ll miss the show!”

Ed’s face must have shown his confusion, because Hughes just laughed and clapped him on his back.

“Hawkeye and Mustang had a bet on what the Fuhrer preferred; Roy bet that he liked coffee, while Riza thought that he liked tea.”

“And so, Hawkeye won?”

Hughes nodded in affirmation. “Roy should have know better than to bet with Riza – that woman has strange powers of precognition.”

“But I don’t see what that has to do with what’s happening here today…” Al indicated the cheering crowd.

“Ah, you see, the terms of the bet was that the loser had to well, do a bit of deconstruction.” Hughes answered with a maniacal twinkle in his eye.

Behind them, Havoc coughed politely. “ ‘A bit’ could possibly be an understatement.”

Ed sniffed. “Well, he had better not seriously blow anything up – I doubt if he’s skilled enough to do it properly anyway.” He couldn’t fathom why Havoc was laughing so hard. What was it that he had said that was so funny anyway?

When Roy Mustang finally arrived, Ed thought that there very nearly would be a stampede; everybody was trying to surge forward to get a better view. The group of secretaries next to him were giggling vapidly and it annoyed him to no end.

The Colonel raised his hands and the canteen fell silent.

“As you all know, I lost a bet.” He paused. “But I am an honorable man. I keep my promises.”

The canteen erupted in cheers.

Ed was trying to figure out what Roy could possibly mean by that, but Roy simply smirked cryptically and the scritchscratch of chalk soon was heard, followed by the blaze of alchemy. And suddenly, a metal pole extended from the ceiling to the table surface. He handed his coat to Hughes before clambering onto the makeshift stage, black boots thumping against the wooden surface.

“What does he think he’s doing!?” Ed hissed at Hughes.

For once, he received no reply.

The lunchtime crowd watched in rapt attention as Roy walked – no, slinked – his way to the bar, wrapped himself around it, and wiggled.

Ed’s jaw dropped, but his mind was working overtime as to how to pleasure that delectable piece of ass the next time they were in bed.

Slim fingers found their way to buttons and they came undone one by one, slowly revealing tantalizing pale flesh. The ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ grew in pitch. Some women fainted and had to be helped out of the room. Not that anybody minded of course – it just meant more space for the people left.

Ed himself was quite sure he was going to die of shock.

The shirt eventually slipped off creamy white shoulders, Mustang stretching like the show-off he was to display rippling muscles in his back, not quite as bulky as those of Armstrong; more of the litheness and leanness one would expect in a cat. As if on cue, he purred, and the secretaries in the crowd were sent into a frenzy. The shirt was thrown into the audience and somehow, everybody, both male and female, dived to get it. This of course, resulted in more casualties and a very happy fangirl, who hugged the precious article to her chest and simply refused to let go.

By this time, Roy had reached the end of the table, and in turning back, his eyes met that of Ed’s. There was surprise there, as well as a pleasant hunger that made Ed’s heart pound. Eyes never leaving his, Roy began removing his belt, and remembering the activities that usually followed after, Ed felt his mouth go dry.

Another sashay down the table brought him face to face with Ed (when did Roy learn to walk like that?), and Roy bent down until Ed could feel his hot breath ghosting across his lips. He closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, but instead felt the belt loop around his neck.

“Naargh!” he exclaimed, but he had to admit, it was incredibly sexy, the way Roy was kneeling in front of him, sweat-slicked hair plastered to his face, fingers working to fasten the belt around his throat. He felt his brain descend straight down to his nether regions. If Roy didn’t get on with it he would grab him and fuck him into the ground in front of everyone…

He couldn’t help but feel disappointed when Roy withdrew, blowing a kiss to him. Roy’s pants now rode dangerous low on his hips, and every sway only served to bring them lower, until Ed could almost see the crack of his butt.

And now Roy was rubbing himself on the pole and tweaking his nipple, which was really turning quite a delicious shade of pink, reducing everybody to piles of salivating mush – Edward heard somebody moaning and realized that it was himself.
Shit! Did Roy even wear his underwear this morning?

Ed was aware that he was turning red. The growing bulge in his pants was fairly hard to ignore as well. Ah, he hoped that Roy hadn’t noticed that. It would simply stoke his ego, and as if that wasn’t already big enough. Hughes nudged him, momentarily taking his mind off handcuffing Roy to their bed and fucking him until he screamed.

“To make a blushing Edward, add the Flame Alchemist, remove his clothes, and mix well.”

He really couldn’t stand it any longer. Snatching a fork and a spoon from the table behind, he leapt up next to Mustang. Gesturing wildly at the crowd with the fork, he yelled “Hands off my property!” He jabbed the air for emphasis. “Mine! Do you understand! Mine!” The audience, not having reckoned dealing with Roy’s jealous lover, took a step backward.

There was the crackle of alchemy for the second time in the canteen that day, this time electric blue, and there was no more spoon and fork. Instead, Roy Mustang had metal collar that said, ‘Exclusive property of Edward Elric’. Ed undid the belt around his neck, looping it through Roy’s new dog collar. He jerked it, none too gently, and Roy fell into his knees.

As if that wasn’t enough, Ed pulled Roy into a long, lingering kiss, which somehow degenerated into a desperate scrabbling to get each others clothes off in the shortest time. It was then that Ed discovered that Roy really wasn’t wearing any underwear.

And when they looked back up afterward, they found that the canteen was, quite surprisingly, empty.

{....I was reading a FMA fanfic, cause Roy Mustang ish the smex -coughs-, and I copied it for my friend to read....xD}