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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:42 pm
anyway, since they're both pretty nice but have their mean sides [i guess?] i never thought of them as dom/sub. sharing and caring and all. -shrug-
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:43 pm
I have no idea what anyone is talking about anymore.
Isn't it Caturday yet? Post some ******** cats.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:44 pm
themightyjello I just want to know how the two have anything to do with each other. I mean... Vahn burns cities, but Sunny is totally dom seme. Sunny = pleasure whore/manipulator/well...in love down to his little cotton socks with the guy. Vahn = closed off/hero/ and just as in love with teh Sun. End of story.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:45 pm
themightyjello I just want to know how the two have anything to do with each other. I mean... Vahn burns cities, but Sunny is totally dom seme.
also, see above.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:47 pm
sweatdrop :has killed the thread with blatent shounen-ai:
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:48 pm
and i still wanna make sure that it's alright that i'm about to kill a [-n unlisted] legend in the tundra by myself. because... i don't want someone spouting noise down the road because they didn't see what i was doing. so basically... if you wanna boss-fight me, raise your hand.
no responses mean i'm going to type as much as i can until i get bored or the fight drags, and just claim a win, then move on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:51 pm
hnnyh~~ :<
pwp minus my need for logic equals no.
"Cocain hag" what? *pays closer attention to lyrics*
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:53 pm
Dead thread what? Okay, tangent it is. Alternatively:  BOOBS.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:54 pm
Is she...taking a breath? Or rubbing them along the camera?
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:55 pm
You people make me laugh.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:55 pm
(Bells)
(1)Bring lighting down; we'll take this town.
The city rests on night's full chest
Lady Luna, she watches us
In times of need, she'll take the lead
(2)Thou shalt not lie; truth in your eyes
Take me away from this dark day
Crimson tears fall down, soak in the ground
Dead roses rise, thorns pierce the skies
(3)From Exiled Kings, Synthetic Queens
Princes are born, claws full of scorn
Demonic roar shakes the floor
Blue fangs bite in, drink in your sin
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(Chorus sets)
(1)Neither storm nor hail
Can stop me, make me fail
Say you'll fly with me
Ride the sky with me
(2)After lightning falls
Thunder deafens all
Your life will always show
You reap what you sow
(3)You're flowing through my veins
Driving me insane.
You can blame my blood,
This violent, lethal flood
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:56 pm
Yeah but nobody searches
And nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you've wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
Then I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze
Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself, now
I submit my incentive is romance
I watch the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can't you see what you've done to my heart,
and soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies, yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
Killers for hire you know that yourself
We spies, we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies, oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies, intimate slow hands
Killer for hire you know not yourself
We spies, intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around herself
Yay lyrics.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:57 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:57 pm
I think by all rights her chin should be popping one of those as well...
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