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*sulk sulk sulk*
Having switched providers over a WHOLE day ago, I now feel fully qualified to claim that wireless = shit and Orange de France Telecom = more shit. Installing it all was a very tedious, repetitive and nonsensical level of hell, it still pulls random errors out of its ass and then fixes them just as much at random after hours of trying the exact same thing, it makes my taskbar freeze and my AIM error strangely, the connection cuts every hour on average and sometimes several times in a matter of minutes, and when it cuts I have to restart it manually. There's no auto-reconnect. Haaaet.
I am not a happy Asuka.
There's a much more stable cable option, but there's only one plug and my brothers got it. Assholes. >.> And now I have to install it on my father's computer. I'm going to have fun, I can see it from here.
edit: yeah uh so. I had fun. So much fun I decided not to end it too soon by actually getting internet on my father's computer! So I can try again tomorrow!! :D :D :D :D :D
putain de bordel de merde de foutue saloperie de mes deux.
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pornandkittens Bleach drabble
People always assumed that Ikkaku was "the man of the relationship." Ikkaku always looked at them like they were perhaps slightly whacked. There were two men in that goddamn relationship. That was what "gay" meant in the first place. What the hell, seriously.
Yeah, so Yumichika was all about being pretty, and he was prissier than any girl Ikkaku knew -- but there was no doubt in Ikkaku's mind that he was -- ngh -- he was all man, baby.
Oh yeah, just like that.
He was also utterly ruthless in a fight -- okay, so lots of the girls Ikkaku knew were totally vicious so maybe that didn't count very much -- but what cinched it was -- he understood.
He understood about needing to fight your own battles. And about how letting a guy fight and die on his own two feet was a better mark of friendship -- respect -- love -- than getting in the middle to spare his widdle feelings, stealing his kill, and making him look like a dickless wonder.
Ikkaku was -- ghkk -- was pretty sure Yumichika had a dick.
A big one.
A very elegantly masculine one.
Fit nicely up Ikkaku's ass, as a matter of fact.
And who played the "woman" had nothing to do whatsoever with which of them was most girly. 'Cause none of them were girly. Yumichikia's dick was just, apparently, too "perfect and wonderful" to expose to this dark, dirty alley any longer than strictly necessary. Might get germs, as another matter of fact.
Ikkaku didn't mind keeping it safe. That was what partners did. Heh. -- oh, oh yeah, nice. Again. Harder. Harder, yeah, fuck me like you mean it, ah, ah -- damn right 's a challenge!
... Yeah, so Ikkaku didn't have much to say against Yumichika's dick. (muffled around it, eh, that happened.)
Ayasegawa Yumichika was nobody's girl, nobody's bitch. Sometimes, with his cheek pressed against the wall in some alley, or his back flat on a training mat, being ridden like a horse, Ikkaku suspected he might be Yumichika's bitch, but he didn't see a problem with that.
I am not a happy Asuka.
There's a much more stable cable option, but there's only one plug and my brothers got it. Assholes. >.> And now I have to install it on my father's computer. I'm going to have fun, I can see it from here.
edit: yeah uh so. I had fun. So much fun I decided not to end it too soon by actually getting internet on my father's computer! So I can try again tomorrow!! :D :D :D :D :D
putain de bordel de merde de foutue saloperie de mes deux.
Also, have a
pornandkittens Bleach drabble People always assumed that Ikkaku was "the man of the relationship." Ikkaku always looked at them like they were perhaps slightly whacked. There were two men in that goddamn relationship. That was what "gay" meant in the first place. What the hell, seriously.
Yeah, so Yumichika was all about being pretty, and he was prissier than any girl Ikkaku knew -- but there was no doubt in Ikkaku's mind that he was -- ngh -- he was all man, baby.
Oh yeah, just like that.
He was also utterly ruthless in a fight -- okay, so lots of the girls Ikkaku knew were totally vicious so maybe that didn't count very much -- but what cinched it was -- he understood.
He understood about needing to fight your own battles. And about how letting a guy fight and die on his own two feet was a better mark of friendship -- respect -- love -- than getting in the middle to spare his widdle feelings, stealing his kill, and making him look like a dickless wonder.
Ikkaku was -- ghkk -- was pretty sure Yumichika had a dick.
A big one.
A very elegantly masculine one.
Fit nicely up Ikkaku's ass, as a matter of fact.
And who played the "woman" had nothing to do whatsoever with which of them was most girly. 'Cause none of them were girly. Yumichikia's dick was just, apparently, too "perfect and wonderful" to expose to this dark, dirty alley any longer than strictly necessary. Might get germs, as another matter of fact.
Ikkaku didn't mind keeping it safe. That was what partners did. Heh. -- oh, oh yeah, nice. Again. Harder. Harder, yeah, fuck me like you mean it, ah, ah -- damn right 's a challenge!
... Yeah, so Ikkaku didn't have much to say against Yumichika's dick. (muffled around it, eh, that happened.)
Ayasegawa Yumichika was nobody's girl, nobody's bitch. Sometimes, with his cheek pressed against the wall in some alley, or his back flat on a training mat, being ridden like a horse, Ikkaku suspected he might be Yumichika's bitch, but he didn't see a problem with that.
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