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276, 12:37, 2008-04-21 11:55:11 Description: This Japanese girl was teased by two men. They doubled the pleasure they gave to her by playing on her tits by vibrators, circling it on her nipples. Then he inserted it on her now wet pussy to add (More) This Japanese girl was teased by two men. They doubled the pleasure they gave to her by playing on her tits by vibrators, circling it on her nipples. Then he inserted it on her now wet pussy to add spice to their moment. (Less)
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408, 04:37, 2008-04-21 11:55:12 Description: She is teased, sucked, licked, her boobs are squeezed, stimulated by two men.
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64, 12:37, 2009-07-04 07:23:48 Description: This Japanese girl was teased by two men. They doubled the pleasure they gave to her by playing on her tits by vibrators, circling it on her nipples. Then he inserted it on her now.... (More) This Japanese girl was teased by two men. They doubled the pleasure they gave to her by playing on her tits by vibrators, circling it on her nipples. Then he inserted it on her now.... (Less)
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37, 00:20, 2009-11-12 17:50:11 Description: Would another girl be as sweet she thought. She was pushing the foreskin up and down in excitement and crying out OOOHHHHH AAAHHHHHH OH YESSS FUCK ME HARDER MORE FASTER. Zach stopped pumping his super (More) Would another girl be as sweet she thought. She was pushing the foreskin up and down in excitement and crying out OOOHHHHH AAAHHHHHH OH YESSS FUCK ME HARDER MORE FASTER. Zach stopped pumping his super cock up me and with tongue lolloping out of one side of his mouthhe turned across my knee and his enormous cock I took my nipple between my thumb and index finger and teased it until it was stiff rubbing it against the white cotton shirt. But even that was not a catastrophe or a foulup. My cock ... (Less)
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28, 00:05, 2008-05-04 08:51:03 Description: "Wha-what?" she stuttered. Yeah, singing was her job but she hadn't sung for months. "Sing you what?"
"You don't have to." He told her sensing her (More) "Wha-what?" she stuttered. Yeah, singing was her job but she hadn't sung for months. "Sing you what?"
"You don't have to." He told her sensing her hesitation.
"No I will." She sounded more sure of herself. "What do you want me to sing?"
"My favorite part of shadow." He said without hesitation, giving all his attention to her.
"Not even time could erase; you're my weakness babe, but you give me strength. I need you, I need you like the blood in my veins." She sung perfectly for him.
Her voice gave his shivers; it wasn't anything new her voice seemed to always have that effect on him. He sucked in air and held his breath.
"Something wrong?" her voice broke through his thoughts; yet again. He felt the bed shift and her sit up.
"I love it when you sing, you know that right?" he smiled in the darkness. Scooting slightly closer to her.
"I remember you used to always make me sing for you." She laughed suddenly feeling his presence. She inhaled his familiar scent and let out a soft sigh.
"Still not tired?" he was now lying next to her, her heart was racing from such close contact with him. She longed to feel his arms wrapped around her body again. "Come here." He pulled her into a warm embrace; he guided her head so I rested on his chest and stoked her hair softly. "This always helped you fall asleep." He was right and within a few minutes she was out cold. Once she was asleep Garbo debated did he wake her up or just stay with her? He wanted to stay with her but he didn't know if it was the right thing for her at the moment. He let his drooping eyes decide for him as he rested his head on top of hers. In a few minutes he too fell asleep with the girl he was secretly still in love with.
The next morning he slipped out of bed before she woke up, and crept downstairs. Chelsea and Joe were already at the kitchen table waiting for him.
"Where did you go last night?" Chelsea inquired passing Garbo a box of cereal and the milk.
"I went to get changed and Riley was having a bad dream so I sat down with her and well yeah. I just fell asleep." He replied shoveling the cereal in his mouth causing Riley who just came downstairs to make a face.
"You look like an animal." She chuckled stealing the cereal from him and pouring herself a bowl.
"I am an animal...in bed." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.
Riley nearly choked on her cereal, her sides shook with laughter. "You keep telling yourself that tiger."
Joe smiled, he loved watching Riley's happiness and teasing personality come back to life. "So today, Chelsea and I have plans so Garbo you're in charge."
"WHAT?" riley pouted. "Why is HE in charge?"
"Cuz he's oldest and we have to leave." Joe grabbed Chelsea and forced her out the door before Riley could get a hold of him. "By the way!" he yelled from outside. "The house needs to be cleaned!"
Once they were alone she shook her finger menacingly at Garbo. "Just know you arent the boss."
"Oh, but I am!" he laughed standing up, and putting his dishes in the sink. "Shall we begin our super cool fun cleaning?"
"No." Riley replied flatly.
"Okay! Let's go!" he dragged her off the stool and put the radio on.
...
They worked in silence Garbo was cleaning the kitchen and Riley was cleaning out the closet.
"Garbs?" she called out giving him goose bumps she hadn't called him Garbs for months. "S.O.S." she giggled.
"You are so queer." He squeezed inside the closet with her. "What do you need?"
"That big box waaaay on the top." She motioned to the old flimsy cardboard box occupying the top shelf.
"Of course its that one." He sighed pulling it down; not knowing its weight it knocked him down talking Riley with him. she landed onto of him; not moving when he tried to get up.
"Ok Greg, not kissing right now would be just as lame as in The Goonies when the dude didn't kiss the chick even though she fell on top of him." Riley locked her lips with Garbo's for a second before letting the older boy go back to his cleaning. "Alright, we are now sufficiently cooler then Josh Brolin and Kerri Greene."
"I dunno...Josh Brolin kind of redeemed himself in No Country For Old Men..." Garbo started, but Riley cut him off.
"We're not talking about that." She grinned. "We're talking about kissing and Goonies, and for now, we're cooler. Don't contradict me. In my world, I'm right."
"You know you liked that kiss." He teased, advancing towards her again. "You know you can't resist the Garbmeister."
"If you keep referring to yourself as 'Garbmeister' I'm sure I could." She chuckled allowing him to move closer and closer, his body pressed against hers.
She felt his soft familiar lips brush against hers again. His hands slid up and down her lower back softly. (Less)
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20, 03:46, 2007-12-30 06:25:49 Description: This video is based on our Pullington (Tom Pullings/James Norrington) RP with my lovely, lovely GoldenGardenias that we will one day post on our Pullington community over at Livejournal. :D
(More) This video is based on our Pullington (Tom Pullings/James Norrington) RP with my lovely, lovely GoldenGardenias that we will one day post on our Pullington community over at Livejournal. :D
http://community.livejournal.com/pullington/profile
This video is basically about Tom dealing with his memories of Jack Aubrey, his Captain and friend, the man he had worshipped for years but who didn't love him back. "After all, Jack had Sophie... and when at sea, he had Dr. Maturin. Tom, he had... himself. He and Jack had been aboard ships all their lives, and had served under all the same men. Yet the moment the doctor had come to Jack's life, Tom had been a third wheel." Jack often teased him, he "would brush against him just so, or stand with their sides pressed together as they'd look over a map..." or "would always seat him to his right, and touch his fingers everytime he filled their glasses." And too often Tom had to endure "the sounds Jack and Dr. Maturin made in the great cabin, just next to his cupboard. Which Jack was fully aware of." (Quotes are from our RP, all written by GoldenGardeias. This is basically her story, so you have to thank her for the plot. :D)
But now, after Jack's death in battle, Tom is stationed in Port Royal, under Captain James Norrington, and he has to learn how to let go of the past and learn how to love again.
Clips: Master and Commander;
Mary Bryant (Lt Clarke as Jamie Norrington);
QaF (1 clip at the end only);
Dot the I (voice of Barnaby F. Caspian :D:D)
The song is Resolution by Nick Lachey. Honestly, I can't stand him or his songs, but the lyrics here are amazing and just too good for our story to resist. :D (Less)
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33, 04:36, 2008-04-03 13:59:01 Description: There was one touch of "world class" luxury on our medical mission trip. With the help of our travel agent, our team of twenty was given a good deal on the Novotel right there at the airport (More) There was one touch of "world class" luxury on our medical mission trip. With the help of our travel agent, our team of twenty was given a good deal on the Novotel right there at the airport in Bangkok. It is by far the best "hotel" I've ever stepped foot in. We arrived very late at night and left early the next morning, so other than the video footage at the beginning of this clip, I did not have time to soak it in, but it did provide a stark contrast to something I witnessed not far from our first medical clinic. This footage was shot in a Lahu village (most of our clinics were held in Akah villages). The Akah build their huts of wood up on stilts (with livestock and storage kept just below their floorboards). Lahu also use stilts when they cannot find a flat plot of land, but whether on stilts or the ground,this is the way the Lahu "weave" their huts.
This event was part of a post at
http://patternsofink.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-one-report-day-late.html
"We had to pass a military check point because this particular village is within 3 miles of the Burma (Myanmar) border, which is a major part of the world's opium supply. Opium is still, in fact, a lingering part of some tribal cultures, including this one we were in today. After about two hours of video shooting at the clinic, I went down some of the paths to capture local color and culture. I came upon about ten men and five women building a bamboo and thatch hut about the size of a two-car garage. They allowed me to film them—first from a distance
and then very up close. As I was shooting some "how to build a hut" footage, I noticed in the far corner of the unfinished hut were an older man and woman smoking opium from a large handmade pipe of bamboo (about the size of two Pringles cans end-to-end). They were a bit sheepish when they saw this white man with a video camera but could soon see that I meant only to learn about building a hut and not to expose what they do in there huts (an activity which would be no surprise to the local authorities who pretty much leave them alone as long as they are not transporting their opium to the city. I do not mean to sound libertarian on this subject. I'm just explaining the attitude I chose to portray with a camera in hand as I nodded at those around me with hatchets and machetes in theirs... enough said. =)
One younger man who had arrived on a moped knew what a video camera was and asked if he could see the footage in the viewfinder. I showed him and soon all work stopped and everyone wanted to see the portion they were in. They were amazed and laughed and teased each other. The two who smoking opium did not come to the camera, but the others enjoyed it. Though electricity and small televisions have recently come to these some villages, it's likely that they had never seen themselves on video. Enjoy!
In closing , I'd like to add the same thought that I have included in each of these explanations about our team's medical mission work in the Chiang Rai Province of Northern Thailand: This is an on-going ministry that focuses on the people and not on the team. We do not arrive at a village as "well-meaning Americans" who show up, take over, and disappear never to be seen again. Our approach in dealing with the hill tribes is more quiet and respectful as we recognize the beauty of their culture. We are not there to "westernize" them, we are their to meet practical needs and to show the love of Christ in the sense described in Matthew 25:40 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&chapter=25&verse=40&version=9&context=verse and to share the good news as He encouraged us to do. When we leave, there are local tribal leaders who continue the "follow up" work with each village, and we make return visits as needed (and as medical manpower and funding allows).
The focus of this video project, as you may have noticed, is not so much on "the team"--as rich as their experience is each year. Christ did not "brow beat" or expect some sort of immediate return on his ministry. (Remember the time He healed several blind people but only one stopped to say thank you?). Likewise, our team humbly serves each village with the assumption that the love we show that day (as well as the truth we share in word and example) will continue to play out over time. Through the years, this relational approach to serving these beautiful people has been very effective, and we hope it comes through as you watch the videos presented here at Patterns of Ink. (Less)
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26, 03:24, 2008-04-21 18:00:53 Description: " "What happened to all the nice guys?" I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies (More) " "What happened to all the nice guys?" I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out. What happened to all the nice guys? The answer is simple: you did. See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were ****ing treated you. At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease. Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?" Well, once again, you did. You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an ******* than he ever wanted to be. Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that. So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do: 1.) Build a time machine. 2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass. 3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it. I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you. If you were five years younger. So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've ****ed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't ****ing want you, now. Sincerely, A Recovering Nice Guy " (Less)
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8, 03:46, 2008-04-21 20:33:50 Description: This video is based on our Pullington (Tom Pullings/James Norrington) RP with my lovely, lovely GoldenGardenias that we will one day post on our Pullington community over at Livejournal. :D (More) This video is based on our Pullington (Tom Pullings/James Norrington) RP with my lovely, lovely GoldenGardenias that we will one day post on our Pullington community over at Livejournal. :D http://community.livejournal.com/pullington/profile This video is basically about Tom dealing with his memories of Jack Aubrey, his Captain and friend, the man he had worshipped for years but who didn't love him back. "After all, Jack had Sophie... and when at sea, he had Dr. Maturin. Tom, he had... himself. He and Jack had been aboard ships all their lives, and had served under all the same men. Yet the moment the doctor had come to Jack's life, Tom had been a third wheel." Jack often teased him, he "would brush against him just so, or stand with their sides pressed together as they'd look over a map..." or "would always seat him to his right, and touch his fingers everytime he filled their glasses." And too often Tom had to endure "the sounds Jack and Dr. Maturin made in the great cabin, just next to his cupboard. Which Jack was fully aware of." (Quotes are from our RP, all written by GoldenGardeias. This is basically her story, so you have to thank her for the plot. :D) But now, after Jack's death in battle, Tom is stationed in Port Royal, under Captain James Norrington, and he has to learn how to let go of the past and learn how to love again. Clips: Master and Commander; Mary Bryant (Lt Clarke as Jamie Norrington); QaF (1 clip at the end only); Dot the I (voice of Barnaby F. Caspian :D:D) The song is Resolution by Nick Lachey. Honestly, I can't stand him or his songs, but the lyrics here are amazing and just too good for our story to resist. :D (Less)
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25, 07:42, 2008-04-22 09:14:24 Description: Cradle of filth - Beneath the Howling Stars - Cruelty and the Beast Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth (More) Cradle of filth - Beneath the Howling Stars - Cruelty and the Beast Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always Cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench Her tower tombed Tending to Her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even Death paled to compare To the taint of Her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from Her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For She was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed "Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom Her reddened lips hold fast" Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled Her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared "Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore a way Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet" But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the Keep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward god Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this He feigned a grim disdain Playing to Her slayful eye But the hag replied... "This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I" Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still She seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because He sought Her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst Her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared. (Less)
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21, 04:36, 2008-04-22 09:41:04 Description: There was one touch of "world class" luxury on our medical mission trip. With the help of our travel agent, our team of twenty was given a good deal on the Novotel right there at the airport (More) There was one touch of "world class" luxury on our medical mission trip. With the help of our travel agent, our team of twenty was given a good deal on the Novotel right there at the airport in Bangkok. It is by far the best "hotel" I've ever stepped foot in. We arrived very late at night and left early the next morning, so other than the video footage at the beginning of this clip, I did not have time to soak it in, but it did provide a stark contrast to something I witnessed not far from our first medical clinic. This footage was shot in a Lahu village (most of our clinics were held in Akah villages). The Akah build their huts of wood up on stilts (with livestock and storage kept just below their floorboards). Lahu also use stilts when they cannot find a flat plot of land, but whether on stilts or the ground,this is the way the Lahu "weave" their huts. This event was part of a post at http://patternsofink.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-one-report-day-late.html "We had to pass a military check point because this particular village is within 3 miles of the Burma (Myanmar) border, which is a major part of the world's opium supply. Opium is still, in fact, a lingering part of some tribal cultures, including this one we were in today. After about two hours of video shooting at the clinic, I went down some of the paths to capture local color and culture. I came upon about ten men and five women building a bamboo and thatch hut about the size of a two-car garage. They allowed me to film them—first from a distance and then very up close. As I was shooting some "how to build a hut" footage, I noticed in the far corner of the unfinished hut were an older man and woman smoking opium from a large handmade pipe of bamboo (about the size of two Pringles cans end-to-end). They were a bit sheepish when they saw this white man with a video camera but could soon see that I meant only to learn about building a hut and not to expose what they do in there huts (an activity which would be no surprise to the local authorities who pretty much leave them alone as long as they are not transporting their opium to the city. I do not mean to sound libertarian on this subject. I'm just explaining the attitude I chose to portray with a camera in hand as I nodded at those around me with hatchets and machetes in theirs... enough said. =) One younger man who had arrived on a moped knew what a video camera was and asked if he could see the footage in the viewfinder. I showed him and soon all work stopped and everyone wanted to see the portion they were in. They were amazed and laughed and teased each other. The two who smoking opium did not come to the camera, but the others enjoyed it. Though electricity and small televisions have recently come to these some villages, it's likely that they had never seen themselves on video. Enjoy! As I continue finishing up this documentary (two months after the trip itself), I'm thankful that I have many photographs. If I didn't have the pictures, it would seem like a dream. So much happened during and after... it's still soaking in.... (The title of the song is "Bookends" by Simon and Garfunkel.) In closing , I'd like to add the same thought that I have included in each of these explanations about our team's medical mission work in the Chiang Rai Province of Northern Thailand: This is an on-going ministry that focuses on the people and not on the team. We do not arrive at a village as "well-meaning Americans" who show up, take over, and disappear never to be seen again. Our approach in dealing with the hill tribes is more quiet and respectful as we recognize the beauty of their culture. We are not there to "westernize" them, we are their to meet practical needs and to show the love of Christ in the sense described in Matthew 25:40 http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=47&chapter=25&verse=40&version=9&context=verse and to share the good news as He encouraged us to do. When we leave, there are local tribal leaders who continue the "follow up" work with each village, and we make return visits as needed (and as medical manpower and funding allows). The focus of this video project, as you may have noticed, is not so much on "the team"--as rich as their experience is each year. Christ did not "brow beat" or expect some sort of immediate return on his ministry. (Remember the time He healed several blind people but only one stopped to say thank you?). Likewise, our team humbly serves each village with the assumption that the love we show that day (as well as the truth we share in word and example) will continue to play out over time. Through the years, this relational approach to serving these beautiful people has been very effective, and we hope it comes through as you watch the videos presented here at Patterns of Ink. (Less)
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12, 02:34, 2008-05-05 15:07:57 Description: Okay, here's chap. 4 part 2!
At 7:00pm I could hear people rushing out of their rooms, to the bathroom, and to the room, obviously it was Deena and Heather getting ready, mi first thought of (More) Okay, here's chap. 4 part 2!
At 7:00pm I could hear people rushing out of their rooms, to the bathroom, and to the room, obviously it was Deena and Heather getting ready, mi first thought of clothing were jeans and a purple shirt I had bought a week ago, but then my mom had to say FORMAL Dinner!!, all my hopes of comfort were crashed, so I went to get ready, 15 minutes before 8:00 we were all ready....
Nicole's POV
Deena was wearing: http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/31YXM2DA3DL._AA280_.jpg.
Heather was wearing: http://www.atlasclothing.co.uk/media/images/product_detail/pic325l.jpg.
And myself, well I was wearing: http://www.trappingsvintage.com/catalog/organza_dot_dress_montage.jpg.
[A.N: Sorry to lazy to describe, and you'll get it better seeing it!]
Anyways, Heather, and Deena helped put the table, and my dad, mom and I waited for the Jonases to come, 5 minutes before 8:00, there was a ring on the doorbell, Dad opened and there were 4 boys, 1 men and 1 woman, My dad introduced me to them, the first one was a very pretty black haired woman, it was the mom, her name was Denise, and the man was Paul, their father, and the littlest of them was Frankie, he was so cute, and he said I was pretty, see why I like him! They left, leaving me and the other 3 boys there.
"Hey" said Joe with a smile.
"Hi" I answered.
"I don't know if you know him already, but this is our big bro, Kevin" he said smiling, while Kevin extended his hand for me to shake it.
"Nice to meet you" Kevin said.
"Nice to meet you too" I answered and shook his hand
Then there was this awkward silence, that Joe broke
"AWKWARD!" he said smiling. I laughed.
"yeah, anyways is good to see you again!" I said.
"Yeah, we didn't know you lived here, or we would have come to visit a while ago" he continued.
"Ohh, yeah, actually we don't we are just going to stay here until Heather finish filming her Movie" I answered.
"Heather?" he asked.
"yeah, my cousin, she is playing Jade on the movie" I said.
"Really, so where is she?" he asked.
"Oh, Deena and her are putting the table"
"Deena? Is she here?" Kevin asked with a hopeful face. I laughed at his sudden reaction.
"Yeah, anyways, I should be helping, but you may go wait in the living room with your parents and mine!" I said and pointed to the door at the right, then I turned and kept walking to the dinning room.
"What is taking you so long?" I asked when I got there.
"Well, I'm so sorry but it's a 12 spot table to perfectly prepare" heather answered, annoyed.
"okay, Okay, I'll help, relax" I answered.
"So, where are them?" asked Deena?
"Waiting in the living room with their and our parents" I answered putting some dishes in the table.
"Ohh, ok" she said
Suddenly the door opened and Joe's face came out
"Nicole, your mom says..." he didn't finished, why? Cause he saw Heather, soo cute, I would have teased him, but I didn't had that much trust with him, so I sucked it up.
"Her mom says?" asked Heather while she flashed a flirty smile. I guess she sucked her teasing too, or maybe she just liked him... who knows. Joe suddenly snapped out of it.
"oh yeah, umm... she says if its ready?" then flashed a goofy smile. Once again I sucked my teasing up.
"Tell her that yes" Heather answered with a smile.
"ohh.... o-o-... o-okay" he stuttered and left. I laughed
"Drooling... poor Joe" I said teasing Heather. She laughed
"What can I say, I'm hot!" she said blushing and laughing. "no, I'm kidding he's cute anyways" she smiled. Then the door busted open again, and this time everyone was entering the room. Then the doorbell ringed. I went to get it, and my mom and Deena followed. I opened and I couldn't believe what I was seeing Miley on a really short red dress. [A.N: Look: http://fileserver.glam.com/202/-59984756f85736542.jpg]
"What are you d-" I almost said, but my mom started talking.
"Hey honey, glad you could make it!!" she said.
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8, 03:24, 2008-01-27 18:45:48 Description: "
"What happened to all the nice guys?"
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the (More) "
"What happened to all the nice guys?"
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.
What happened to all the nice guys?
The answer is simple: you did.
See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were ****ing treated you.
At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.
Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"
Well, once again, you did.
You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an ******* than he ever wanted to be.
Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.
So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:
1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.
I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.
If you were five years younger.
So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've ****ed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't ****ing want you, now.
Sincerely,
A Recovering Nice Guy
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21, 07:42, 2007-12-22 00:43:59 Description: Cradle of filth - Beneath the Howling Stars - Cruelty and the Beast
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
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Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Beneath the howling stars
Elizabeth, paragon of vice
Watches the sun set pyres alight
As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet
A chatter of bells without
Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
Guests espied from the garret ledge
Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
She will outblind them all
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
To possess such a lustrous pall
For beauty is always Cruel...
For beauty is always...
(Let destiny in chains commence...
Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)
As the dance ensued
Elizabeth's mood
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
In slick black iciness it grew
To consume
The wench Her tower tombed
Tending to Her costume
Bore the brunt of the storm
When the needle askewed
She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
Restored to jaded bliss
This evisceratrix
Descended to the ball
With painted blood upon Her lips
Passing like a comet so white
As to eclipse
The waltz wound down, transfixed
Devoid of all breath in the air
Even Death paled to compare
To the taint of Her splendour
So rare and engendered
'Pon the awed throng gathered
There...
Beneath the howling stars
She danced so macabre
Men entranced divined from Her gait
That this angel stepped from a pedestal
Had won remission from fate
By alighting to darker spheres
Delighting in held sway
For She was not unlike the Goddess
To whom the wolves bayed
"Whilst envy glanced daggers
From court maidens, arboured
Who whispered in sects
Of suspicions abroad
That Elizabeth bewitched
See how even now the whore casts
Her spells upon the Black Count
Whom Her reddened lips hold fast"
Tongue unto tongue
Swept on tides without care
For the harpies who rallied
Their maledict glares
A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
Chandeliers a tiara
For passions ensnared
"Phantasies sexed
When their eyes, moonstruck met
Their friction wore a way
Through the sea of foreplay
Lovers at first bite
She an Eve tempted to lay
Gasping at rafters
Flesh pressed in ballet"
But caprice, honours leashed
She absconded the feast
To prowl wonderland
Beasts in hand from the Keep
Of Feudal dilemma
Well mantled in furs
Through cullis to watch
Dogstars howl at the earth
On this violent night
Unholy night
Winds lashed their limbs together
As the ether vent its wintry spite
She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes
To excite the bleak advance
From castle bowers
Wherein small hours
The Devil never came by chance
A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
Were flung to a wayward god
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
Woebetidings of rebirth
Under cold stares of Mars maligned
Near-suicides cross their hearts
And unborns writhe in tepid brine
For something wicked this way starts
Beneath the howling stars
Pounding upon the pauper ridge
Earshot of a hunched beldame
Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please
Such elderly loins enflamed?
To this He feigned a grim disdain
Playing to Her slayful eye
But the hag replied...
"This girl that chides
Will soon be as plagued with age as I"
Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
For Elizabeth's grace could raise
A flag of truce in burning heaven
Or the dead from early graves
Yet still She seethed
This proud Snow Queen
Embittered with the cursed retort
And because He sought Her loves onslaught
He gutted the crone for sport
Soon in full moon fever they were wed
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
Littered with aphrodisiacs
To tease dynastic union
And beget them further maniacs
Elizabeth
Free reigned, now a Countess
Outwielded and outwore
Her title like a favoured dress
Whilst Her errant Lord
Whose seasons savoured war
Stormed black to fell the infidel
Her embers, tempered, roared. (Less)
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