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to comment that being a liar will be the Pearl Harbor of the fandom, at least with that it's the last time the planets come together and breaks the mass delusion. We see the other side and (hopefully) of a piece;)

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Meme of Shame

After reading a few texts and debates about the theft of books, I decided to make a kind of meme of shame, ie, a calculation of the books I have at home but I have not bought, I have neither inherited nor have given them to me, nor left, ie, a list of books I've stolen all along my already-not-so-brief life.

(And doing it that I am a n'adone furtadora books of the worst kind, namely those s not stealing books in the malls, but in libraries / roommate, which puts me at the height of a moral leech)




Maurice, EM Forster; Borrascosas summits, of Emily Brontë; Man Sun, Bernardo Atxaga; a library Barcelona public

In reality, these are not books that I steal, but I never returned. I then was eighteen, he studied philosophy in a strange city, suffering from melancholy to 600 kms from anyone who might have loved me and helped me, and wore their hair dyed green. I picked these three books in the library and on the date that had returned, I did not. I suppose that I forgot. Or not. In those days, there were days that I did leave a big house. I do not know when something touches the moment, and then, when more time passes, more cost?. I was afraid to look reprobatòria surrender of the library (as if the library is not seen similar cases every day). But I've always been very cowardly, and when I was young, but it was more. So I have weakness for strong and determined characters, because they are everything I'm not illegal but ASPIRE lusament be. So instead of facing the problem myself in the library and the economic fine, I closed my eyes, I pretend that there were no books axes, finished the school year, and when I leave the floor, got into the suitcase with the other books that were really mine. And then, became mine too, because forever stayed in my village, my bookshelf. Possession of these three books I read were not many, because I never shot a book of a municipal public library in Barcelona. And editing Summit Borrascosas even worth.

Strangers On A Train, the book Patricia Highsmith

also not returned, rather than stolen, only that it was not because of cowardice, but rather circumstances paranormal / computer. It is a book I draw the General Library of the University of Alicante. When I went to renew it, the librarian told me, watching your computer screen, I could not renew anything, because he had no book feature. Furthermore, according to the computer, the library of the AU had no copy of Strangers On A Train in its catalog. I did not have the physical book with me when I renew books generally not Duke, it seems unnecessarily load weight, so I could not refute the library or the almighty computer. When I got home, I took the book, I opened the first page and watched the blue label and the barcode that marked as property of the library of the AU. And I remember the tone of exasperation in the library told me that had to be confused, he wanted to renew the book did not exist. And I ask: what do I not exist?. And the book stayed in my room forever. A gesture

ugly but then I thought of the most logical.

Written in the Sand, by Herman Hesse; Between the Acts, by Virginia Woolf

The only two books I've stolen with premeditation and treachery.

The first was a roommate, a person with a great literary taste awful. There, this kind of people. It was from his collection that I first read Chekhov. For this reason alone you should be grateful, but the truth is that she was living with a hell and even now when I think of it the hate. When I left the floor with a gesture pretty child, I decided to take me one of his books resarcir me everything that had been passed. Why I choose this and not another, is to present my self genuine mystery. With nineteen years, had other priorities literature. The Mirella stolen should now different, or probably would not have stolen.

The circumstances of the second are a little more complicated. Between the Acts is a special book for me. It was the first book I read of Woolf, in February 1993, when he was young and impressionable. I have not ever read again, because I'm afraid to ruin that record romantic literary revelation supreme. I told you that I am a coward: I'm afraid to reread it and discover it, it was not for so much that all the excitement that I saw his reading was the fruit of my youth and inexperience with the literary techniques of the twentieth century. Until then I preferred the 1993 Victorian novel, and nineteenth-century American classics, Poe, above. Between the Acts With I discovered modernist literature, and this makes especially significant for me.
But hey, we were going to the theft of the book: one day, beetle among the library books in my village, I saw that they had not one but two copies of Between the Acts . One who had never shot anyone in 20 years, and another who had only taken one person: I, 1993. Then I went to talk to the librarian: I explained that the book, that this particular specimen, physical, wearing my signature (solitary) printed on the ticket loan dated February 93, meant a lot to me, and because defendant was not a long book and another copy was already available to prospective readers, perhaps you could give me. Or sell it to me. And the librarian told me no. That was not orthodox. And you want to tell you, that archive negative, but understandable (I know it was not orthodox) made me angry. Because the library of my people and I've known for many years. Because he knows how I like to read and what books mean to me, and I spent hours in that library, and all the books I have read (and I know this does not justify anything). In s'endemà, I went and I took the book. Nobody told me anything, but because no one has noticed. Occasionally I òbric and the other copy that must Between the Acts, to see if someone is shot, but it does anyone. Nobody cares That book, my people, except me. And I know what I did is very wrong, but I do it again. The fetish that I have That particular book of Woolf earning much my moral fortitude. I'm so pathetic of

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What Mirella 30 years ago and, in addition to not having ever said a driving school, youth still have acne.

With remarkable nuance that your acne probably is not likely to be young, but nervous.

And, truth be told, the proof of this fact no console at all.

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NANO fanfics!! DANIELD

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live
was out looking for what made him evil to him when he was with him .... Blush like a teenager to think and then tore my clothes off in front of those who make it their own and away he went.
wanted to hug him and feel his arms on his back next to the skin fervent screamed to be kissed by her cold lips, that torture was particularly feel that their eyes fixed on but was not there.


What I can do if your looking at me like, implying that I am a girl obsessed with the feelings hidden it, dream to be in his arms, feeling his hands tearing at my clothes and kissed me my whole being and make me help him and then feel inside it, feel its panting in my neck and my back asking for balance my hips so you can get pleasure ... neither has dared to speak I read books on alchemy in a lonely corridor and working or pretending ... work in your office draw or signing papers, by which you miss a bit of me.
Last time I heard saying that I was a child ... let alone show that sin exists and test the hell in bed or wherever, burning with his touch ... a sin that can be damaged.


I ... word of five letters as well as love ...
"Colonel" Ed said looking up encountering two black eyes "I have nothing to say ..." his golden eyes looking and self control of his hands to take anything away ... there is nobody, nobody can see it's late ...

Approaching Elric stood is determined not only think about kissing him ... at first only felt his lips against the cold, looking at Roy closed his eyes. Ed could not believe what I was feeling Sin ...

the hand slowly went back to the colonel, then stick your neck to push her head towards him, then felt like the hands of Colonel wandered into his shirt that separating it off him. Then the same unbuttoned revealing his scars that he eventually began to draw with their hands, then with his lips down to her navel, below, his hands were busy with the belt, but Roy was not only enjoying his standing desire. Tumbo Ed on the table and completely naked, prompting her braid, Ed just laughed out loud for his wickedness to the colonel's lips feel throughout your body and stop kissing, licking, sucking all his being, feeling A volcano exploded into it and into his mouth. Roy


let him clean until everything was out and wondering how his back would be tomorrow. Because love takes on a bed or no?

But ... then came the remorse, feeling breathless and naked, dirty ... had proved vulnerable to a subordinate, a child who was looking confused from the table.

Action mechanism and began collecting his scattered clothes in despair, walking backwards, run into a wall and slipped feeling the cold headstone What had I done? His whole world had collapsed and began to mourn. Ed under the table a little embarrassed by his nakedness and have enjoyed just could not believe that Roy was crying.

approached and touched his head with his automail, giving the impression that he had not felt anything Roy leaving with his eyes and looked, Ed just wiped her tears and smiled ... "going too fast" kiss his forehead and hug him falling asleep on the floor naked, believing that the greatest sin is to dream that you love when you just want and forget that you are human and they take more than a cold.


N / A: IF IF it's a bit cheesy but I NEEDED IT OUT OF MY HEAD WAS KILLING ME, SORRY FOR NOT TO BE PUBLISHED IN THE COMMUNITY BUT DO NOT TAKE CARE.






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You never learn until you lose a person you never thought love ...
else could go for a kiss, a caress, sleep with the morning and getting up, getting dressed and leaving him asleep in a seedy flophouse ...
If I had known that morning would be the last in which the flip your hair smell and feel its warm heat, would be safe that they have been taken and make it his one and more times and pronounce the words in that relationship was forbidden to pronounce ... I LOVE YOU ... not just a whim, but because his situation did not warrant even fall in love and learn to know what was truly make the "love"
Even when it hurt remembered as Edward Elric and began their capricious relationship ...
Edward had been wounded in the middle of a field of war against the homunculi just remembered that I try as he could defeat a chimera and ran Mandita Ed to prevent a chimera would give the final blow to the throat to make this stop breathing
What made you small ...? - Could not help but pronounce that word, Ed just opened his eyes and began to mourn ... That child, that child would be the ruin of their world ... the one I choose to draw a transmutation circle and embrace their head now resting against your thighs ... The hospital
Colonel sacked all to rest. In the darkness of the night approached the bed where the youngest idiot, dog of the military as he slept ... I caress her cheek with their bare hands ... under his neck ... his breathing and his heart had begun to accelerated ... sweating ... unbuttoned the top button of her pajamas ... patiently unbuttoned the other buttons ...
- what the hell are you doing! "too exalted a whisper came from the lips of Edward ... - ... Colonel ..." "now both looked ... Roy had a look that could be ... but that look back shiver Edward "... continued Colonel, you owe my life ... I have to pay you, thank you ... Roy was felt to be negligible but even more he realized how they had joined their lips and their tongues were intertwined in passionate and warm dance, Roy began to gain ground as he felt his hand pulling him towards Edward, Roy broke away abruptly with a grunt ... the the shadows began to undress ... Ed had fallen on account of the perverse desires that kept from long ago demonstrating with indifference in the furtive glances they both had ... now with a headache and could not do anything; Mustang was too anxious, too much to be desired denied.
-colonel tell me why your nervous ... "whispered Ed while Mustang slid his hand across his bare back and positioned delicately on a pillow, soft fingers, cold on hot skin pajamas and flannel sheets longed that contact the heavy breathing ... in your ear, on your neck ... the rustle of loose hair that could rarely attend to your body.
The hands began to caress his chest, around the body ... a touch cold and hot, where the nails were gliding over the skin and teeth neck stroking electricity resulting in the pores of his companion.
His tongue caressed the neck, where your teeth could also play without asking anything in return was not practiced the law of equivalent states ... only pleasure and pain, gratitude and desire, so deeply mixed you can not distinguish one from another. Rods
become abrupt, nails that scratch, burning skin kisses ... to savor, cherish, skin scratching ... kissing, tasting, biting ...

Ed found a way to stop being passive turn around and kissing the Colonel angrily also learning to eat him ... his head and lack of automail not prevent forces to take his fingers tangled in the hair of Mustang and pull back, leaving the neck and chest of his strong than all available to start to bite furiously ... "gasp colonel asked the reason for his nervousness, Roy hit his back in bed, leaving the enzyme Ed, this is shrugged on his leg and began to caress the most sensitive parts , making the top went crazy ... of desire and pain ... - speak up! Why was I saved? "He said as he saw Roy in a state of excitement ever ever seen, Roy was being passive and submissive
-by ... that ... is the first time I do this ...
- ha! And say that I am an expert in catch me with any bastard who calls himself an army colonel who came cheap ...
save me - I did not think to call it bloody military dog! I wanted you to do ... "Her eyes shone in the darkness ..." well ... is not that did not have sex ... but it was the first time I try to make love to someone ... .- These words came out fast from her lips, without letting them get inside your brain process
Ed slowly wrapped her fingers around it, looked at the Mustang's face, eyes closed strong mind and a gesture of repentance having said that, his cheeks rosy ... Ed started moving his hand up and down looking for the courage to press his aching member while exploring their bodies' bidding. Suddenly, he found Roy moving his body in front of him, annealing under his touch, shuddering at the contact, looking for more against the movement of his hands on his hips.
- I still want to swallow that story?, You know why I do this? ... Because with a devil saved me from dying ...
her breasts were matched and had turned back, two bodies were licking, eating ... all mixing all becoming one, feelings, scents, skin, saliva, taste ...
A pale body on the back brown, delicate tongue every inch of skin testing, preparing a savior to a peculiar struggle to possess it completely, to make it his own, to unite their bodies by maximizing the feelings are these. Mustang voltage
say he wanted to make love to someone that ..! "If it were an animal would feel the same? Now I could not move, his desire to turn back to avoid the inevitable was coming. But the feelings were too strong to break away from that body to be rubbed against his, I heard that gasp as teeth sank into his ear and fingers penetrated her body ... could not impose his will on his body, despite As recurring hated that situation now.
There was no way to escape from those meetings, not when he wanted it so much, not when hot and bitter kisses were like a drug, not when he knew he would bite possibility that incomplete body, make your skin red, have a pleasure to sink its claws into the body of Elric and get to know your body ...

One hand is placed at its disposal and he turned his head and licked his fingers, the chewing, moaning, while groping hands back to touch her body while deftly dodging that tortured him with hands and tongue.

hand left his lips and turned it over. I wanted to look at him as she did hers. The eyes of both were found to be trying to imply that his super I shouted them to stop but the instinct that will not stop crying.

Mustang did not expect anything, pass their hands Elric's chest, stroking the well-formed chest and abdomen down that perfect ...

This was desirable, almost morbid those hands, long fingers and soft, but masculine, tightly gathered around his waist. The blond smiled as the brunette tried to relax the body, waiting ... I hate so much hate ... and so much desire, desire to join small he had saved hours before, to surrender completely, to flee or to stay there forever ...

Finally, a strong movement, abrupt, almost brutal. Hands clasped tightly at the waist, driving nails. Your baby's hands clutching the sheets, a cry, pain and pleasure there again, harder, and who had never gone ...

rhythmic movements, panting, warm hands, nails and teeth ... brutal assaults, powerful and fast growing ... pain ... mitigated by the pleasure ... or vice versa ...

Love and hate in their eyes, yellow eyes repentance, victory and defeat in blacks, bestiality and desire in both ... are damaging to each other in that struggle against love in this passionate struggle of naked bodies.

A current of electricity in both the pleasure and the fury at its finest ... Tan holding hands where they can, the body arched and tense, bare legs imprisoning the body of the blond, his mouth open in a scream of frustration ... and even more pleasure ... The blond in it, but also screaming through clenched teeth, his hands almost put in an envelope through the fabric sheets, her blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes nearly closed at the moment where both bodies peaked ...

Then both lying together, panting, one above the other, recovering the marks of passion and visible signs of an unrequited love, but of gratitude, marked all over his body soaked in sweat, scratches, bites, bruises and even
few drops of blood coming out of the worst scratches. Like a cat fight ...

then separated abruptly stopped touching, feeling the heat from the other and looked a sad and contemptuous smile of triumph, a frown with anger and shame and bright black eyes from humiliation and an admiration that could not hide.

without speaking, without looking again, Mustang dressed quietly in the semi darkness, with pain in many areas of his body, with pain have found an empty feeling and frustration, satisfaction and rest come without turning to look and body aches and your head, leaving a tear, I draw a smile but not make a comment ... "I wish
for your work you were so rude Mustang, good recovery had ... "and disappeared through the door ... As he walked away, many words echo in two minds, awakening new feelings ... but not for making an" I love you or an apology? Here I have some bad news ... I fell in love with you ...

Edward had left after midnight the hotel, waking only for a change ... thinking of how to get rid of that devilish
monster Mustang which was which reminded every time they had "sex" which had saved him. When he felt a sharp pain in his chest and felt a liquid output ... stores Mustang had hovered in the distance when he saw a lot of people stop and saw children crying ... when expanded blonde hair on the floor ran to her and took the head to put on her thighs ...
- What made you small? - his eyes crystallized by tears of pain were opened - I love you Roy Mustang ... gave his last breath and died ... ...
Roy cried until he could return more ... to the hospital room and took his gun closing shot forever Room 713, closing one more story of love.