Everyone, 

i'm looking for opinions here again... 

who thinks that Barak Obama is the antichrist? 
there are a lot of internet rumors circulating about it, and i'd just like some peoples opinions on this.

anyone?

anti-christ?

o'bama?  

I found this video pretty informative,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rku2a4vWO6g

just for the record i'm not saying thats what i believe or antyhing, i'm just wondering what you all think.

( My Fantasy of Being a Submissive Lesbian Wife )

I used to be very into ownership relationships, like as soon as i got the collar strapped around my throat I was putty in your hands. But then after a very very bad owned- related relationship it turned me off it all for awhile. I havent actually worn a coolar since. So when  I was at the fetish flee market over the weekend I got a ring that was styled after a steel collar with a lock on it. I'm obsessed with it, the steel feels so good...I think I'm right back into this =] 

dear stupid whore,
you think its funny that i have an eating disorder? yeah? well its not fucking funny! lets see you starve and hurt yourself and then faint every time you try to stand up. and we'll all point and laugh and i'll tell YOUR boyfriend that you have a mental disorder so you can be even more alone than you were before. you stupid little whore. no one likes you. you slut! your so fucking full of youself. everyone hates you, you nasty bitch. so take that and shove it up your FAT ass you little skank. goodbye whore.


(sorry i said whore so much. i couldn't think of any other words to explain her.) =]

Current Mood: pissed off

I was smiling quietly, lost in the pile of books surrounding me as I curled up by one of the library fires. Absorbed in the story, I barely feel you sit down behind me, until your hands run through my hair, pulling my head back and kissing my neck, before I feel your other hand roughly wrapped around my throat. And then I saw the ink and pen, as you carefully undo the buttons of my shirt, slide your fingers under my skirt and inside me, making me gasp back against you. And then, then I feel the lead being attached to my collar, as you press the pen to my skin, tracing symbols on to my chest, as you push me back against you, putting the ink and pen aside for the moment, finally pulling my skirt away. Then you pull on the lead, telling me to crawl after you, in to another room, a room with a ornate table, with chains attached.

Feeling them, as they click in to place around my wrists and ankles, bending me over the table. I feel the knife, sliding slowly over my body, tracing the inked symbols already written and making new ones. Your fingers follow, tracing patterns and making me moan in to your touch and you smile, moving the knife lower until it comes to rest against my clit for a moment, as you trace shapes on to my breasts with the pen held in your other hand. And then the knife is put down and I feel the cane against my leg for a moment, before it slides inside me, making me moan for a moment before I'm silenced as you kiss me, biting my lip as you do so, moving lower as you press against me, biting and kissing alternately. Then pulling the cane out, roughly spanking my clit, bringing more tears to my eyes as I beg - both for it stop and for it to go on...

"cupcake,"
so
you sneer at my tattoo ideas, huh?
at least they are more than a fucking nickname
and won't look fucking retarded no matter where I put them
you know why we can't figure out where your cupcake tattoo should go?
cause it shouldn't!
you won't look good with ink!
NOT TO MENTION A GODDAMN CUPCAKE!

Now, I don't think all tattoos need meaning or anything like that. And cupcake tattoos can be cute.
But really.
REALLY?
You wanted to get one that meant something to you. "Te amo." I love you, in Spanish.
I had to try hard with that one cause you don't speak spanish and you're barely hispanic at all. you hardly claim it as your heritage, except when in need of scholarships. But it's a nice saying.
But that was too plain, so we went looking for images
and I found a really awesome one.

But you decided to hold off on that whole idea for I don't even know what reason.
Because you wanted a cupcake.
Cupcake was your nickname from people that a) you have never met IRL and b)not only do you not talk to, but you actually AVOID. I only started using it because it was cute and we were best friends.

And then you went CRAZY.

And I KNOW we're not going to stay friends forever. Really now. Do you think that we are? Because you are seriously deluded if that's the case.

Anyway. You really want a cupcake tattoo that "has meaning" (though it's a meaningless nickname)? Ok. But do not roll your eyes at my ideas that actually reflect my ideas and life choices, not tastes in dessert and bad internet friends, k?

(hm. never thought I'd be so heated about a tattoo but eh. it happens)

Do you think it's wrong for a father to not call his daughter on her birthday? What about a mother and father?

Today was my 21st birthday, and I had an amazing day. Had to work, but the kids I watch were behaved well enough. I got a free dinner at Azteca, an iPod from my employers and a really good drink. All my friends and other family called or texted to wish me a happy birthday, but here it is Midnight, and nothing from either of my parents.

Its just one more disappointment on the page that my parents have been adding to for a while now. And I tried not to let it ruin my day, and I think I did an alright job. But still the tought kept creeping into my mind every few hours... "I wonder if mom will call" "she's probably waiting til she knows I'm off work" "regardless of how dad's been lately, he wouldn't miss my birthday"

Whatever, I shouldn't blame them as people, I know what the problems are. I know why my dad is too busy to call. He's got a friend in his life again. His friends name is Meth... There hasn't been too much proof of his addiction or him possibly using again, so my entire family has been going back and forth on whether they believe he has lost control and given in again. No one knows for sure, because he shuts us out of that part of his life. But I believe he is. Its easier to believe that then to believe that he would choose to shut me and my sisters out once again. My sisters are 10 and 5, they both have crazy, messed up moms too. And he is hurting them by staying away, hurting them with the bad choices he's been making. And it hurts me to see him hurt them because they have no idea its happening. They haven't been through this like I have. So I take on their burden too. Because I'm old enough to have an opinion, I'm old enough to know that what he is doing is not right. So what I didn't call him on fathers day, he hasn't been acting like a father. I have done nothing wrong, and neither has Kelsey or Emily. You better call Kelsey on her birthday.

As for my mom... I just talked to her yesterday. She's coming to my party. And her boyfriend just got home last night from a fishing trip in Alaska. Her busy-ness I understand. But it still hurts to not get that phone call I've always gotten on the 24th of July, at the time of my birth by the woman who gave birth to me.

Just me venting. Feel free to call me selfish, spoiled, conceited... whatever, I'm going to bed.

(this didn't make me feel any better, it just made me think of all the upsetting things. I need to get my mind on track and think more about my night out on the town saturday night, YAY for 21!)

-Birthday girl

I understand now, Quenten.

I know you got put in a corner. I know how hard it must've been. I have to break a heart very soon and the weight of it's just killing me. Then a part of me got to thinking, maybe this is where you were when she asked you to choose. The difference being I know he'll survive it, and that's why I'll do it. Because he deserves better than a girl who can't love him with all her heart... and I can't love him like I loved you.

I know you're doing your best to forget me-- to hate me-- 'cause in the end I'm sure that'll make it all easier. I'm also sure you know that I'm strong, and that's how you've known all along that I could take this.

So I'll help you out. It's been over a year now, and it's time to start forgetting you.

I won't let you down. Goodbye old friend.

If hope...
by bionic
pg-13
3,653 words

summary: If hope is a dangerous hole, will you join me? Angst, in a motel room. Takes place sometime during season 3 though I'm not sure where because of my avoidance of actual timelines and sometimes canon. I like to play in my own box...?

( Dean’s foot on the gas never lets up until the full moon has disappeared into a brightening sky and his eyes are drooping shut. Things had started going south after the werewolf slashed open Sam’s side and Dean had a bitch of a time trying to stitch him back together again. )

Tags: fic: sam/dean, supernatural

R, I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. Why couldn't I have liked you when I saw you everyday?