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Birthday!!!!!

Tue, 13 May 2008 23:58:02 GMT

My birthday is now officially over, unless of course you count is as 24 hours since the moment you're born; in which case it's still my birthday for... well, it's still my birthday.

Umm, yeah, compared to the chaos and almost hypothermia of last year, today was pretty tame. I got money, an iou for an MP3 player and a pair of madfish boots (which are awesome). I didn't even realize it was my birthday for 10 minutes when I woke up, stupid cold kept me distracted.

Sidequestion: Is it wrong to fall in love with someone who you know considers you as only a friend? (have had the whole 'I like you, will this change anything' talk and unfortunately it didn't change anything and I'm gonna stop there so I don't depress myself anymore) And more importantly, 'is it wrong to try and make them see me as more than a friend', cuz isn't that manipulation?

Just thought I'd ask due to spending birthday money on clothes then personalizing them, think sweeney todd dressed in a white shirt after giving a few very close, very messy shaves.

Just got back from 'blood brothers', the irony of my outfit not escaping me, and that was incredible, if people get the chance then see it! I resisted the temptation to make human domino out of the people on the stairs, though it was sooo tempting; only problem was I'd have to get past them to escape

Love Zacky xx

Tue, 01 Jan 2008 12:53:38 GMT

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

If I were to ask 'How many people got absolutely wankered last night?' How many people do you think would be honest and say 'me' and how many more do you think would be boring sods who either didn't do that (which may have been the more sensible course of action) or are just too embarassed to admit it?

Anyway I hope you guys (whoever's actually reading this) had a good year and will hopefully have an even better 2008.

Ok main reason I'm writing this (sans contact lenses as I lost those at some point) is because I'm bored! Everyone else is still in bed and been as its not my house and the people here have fed me for the past few days I'd feel bad about waking them up (at least a little bad) I believe the main reason some of them are still in bed is because they know I don't get hangovers (a wonderful, wonderful gift) and I absolutely delight in acting bouncy and chipper infront of those who do indeed suffer after a night of alcohol coonsumption.

I'm gonna go watch sleepy hollow and start cooking a fry (the smell will lure them downstairs even if their stomachs revolt at the idea of food).

bye xx

HIM Concert

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 00:37:17 GMT

Well first I was half an hour late to queue so there was already quite a bit of people there and my friends (who had my ticket, and I would graphically murder if they forgot, were even later then had the gall to tell me off for not getting closer to the front of the queue!)

I have deduced that I'm a bad person to go to a gig with if I really want to see the band and you're being slow, as 3 minutes after we were let in I lost the people I came with. Whoops, how foolish of me (apparently my friend Caitie took off her top at one point and one of the sound ladies told her to put it back on).

Anyway I was in the center about a 3rd of the way back when Kill Hannah came on. They were pretty good (but it always strikes me, no matter how many times I've seen them, how feminine his voice is) and played quite a few good songs; incidentally the only ones I remember was crazy angel and lips like morphine (which was filmed as they were playing).

By this point I had used my incredible, highly enviable power to get to the front. So when HIM came on I was in the center, right at the front, THE best position in my opinion.

HIM... hmm, what can I say? There's only one real thing to say...

FUCKING AWESOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and yes it does need all 68 exclamation marks)

Set list (don't trust me on the order, only 1,2,3 and 18 are in the right place and there was something else that they started to play but Ville changed his mind to play Your Sweet 666 instead)

1.Passion's Killing Floor
2.Wicked Game
3.Buried Alive By Love
4.The Kiss of Dawn
5.Vampire Heart
6.Love In Cold Blood
7.Rip Out The Wings Of A Butterfly
8.Join Me In Death
9.Your Sweet 666
10.Dead Lovers' Lane
11.It's All Tears
12.Poison Girl
13.Sleepwalking Past Hope (otherwise know as the fag break song, I swear he wrote this just so he could run off for a fag halfway through)
14.Killing Loneliness
15.Soul on Fire
16.Buried Alive by Love
17.The Funeral Of Hearts
18.Bleed Well

Other highlights of the night include:
-Ville pointing out that the with the shape of the metal ceiling support thingy it looked like there was 'a giant cunt above our heads'. That made me laugh.
- They couldn't get to sleep the night before because Gas locked himself in the loo on the tourbus. They were all asleep apart from him, and first they hear a *tap* *tap* *tap* (Ville re-created the sounds by knocking or hitting his mic), and then another *tap* *tap* *tap* and Ville said that with his poetic mind he thought there was a raven at the window. Then there was a *bang* *bang* *bang* followed by a *tap* *tap* *tap*; by this point they were all awake and wondering what the hell was going on, eventually a slightly wobbly Burton got up to open the bathroom door and there was Gas (Ville pulled the expression on his face and it was SO cute, he looked like a kicked puppy). At the end of all that the door wasn't even locked, Gas hadn't turned the handle the right way!

But yeah,
I have been to many gigs, concerts, whatever you want to call it and tonight was the best I have ever been to; seriously. They were on top form, Ville was beautiful as usual and most importantly he looked happy and he wasn't drunk so he remembered all the words as well as rallying the audience and band (who were great, one word for Linde's dreadlocks: amazing. You just wanted to play with them. Plus Mige had the cutest hat on)

For those of you who have yet to see them on this tour all I can say is look forward to it you lucky bastards (I really wanna go again, especially as I could't hang around been as I had to catch the last bus home)

((Incase you hadn't guessed I'm a little hyper from the concert. Ooh I just remembered a first for me: I've had no ice-cream after the concert! After every concert in my memory I have found icecream from somewhere, even if it means spending an hour driving round the county to search for an open mcdonalds so that I can have a mcflurry))

Oh and towards te end and after the concert people kept giving me funny looks and even asking me if I was ok. It was only when I walked past a wall with a mirror did I notice why (actually it was squeeked and jumped back from said mirror) my eyeshadow which was at first dark pink/red and then black had mixed together with the sweat and it looked like my eyes were bleeding which was creepy.

Personality Test

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:47:33 GMT

This is rather accurate

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	66%
Orderliness	\|\|	10%
Accommodation	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Religious	\|\|	10%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|	16%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Wealth	\|\|	10%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Physical Fitness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	37%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Indie	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%

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Ghost of a Chance

Mon, 30 Jul 2007 14:54:09 GMT

Summary: Bam's losing touch with reality; someone needs to save him, but at what price?

I've had this idea rolling round my head for a while, originally it was going to be a one-shot but then I changed my mind.

I don't own anyone, supposedly the characters mentioned own themselves but you never can be sure these days.

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He didn’t know when it had started, really. After Jenn he just closed himself off, going about life as normal, directing music videos and skating, but it wasn’t the same; gradually getting more and more reclusive. Eventually the nights seemed to disappear and blend together, until he could no longer tell how much time had passed, or when the day came.

The days were the same, void of anything, blurring into a white nothingness between one nightmare and another. Time didn’t matter, it wasn’t important. His friends and family started to despair for ever seeing the old fun loving Bam again.

It seemed abnormal and not natural at all, he knew of it, but at the same time it wasn’t forced, because he’d wanted it. Wanted to disappear, wanted to stop meeting pain and despair every time he closed or opened his eyes.

He desperately wanted to stop hurting… stop thinking… stop dreaming.

Days passed through with him just being, not really caring about what to expect from the next day, filming, editing or skating from morning to late evening, never stopping, until all his muscles turned to jelly and he flopped on the ground, not satisfied, not relieved, simply tired, and waited because sleep would not come.

Staring upwards with half-lidded eyes, slowly losing focus, retreating into an unwelcome but at the same time wanted darkness… trying to forget.

One of his friends, usually Dunn would then come, staring at him with unnerved, sad eyes before taking him inside or too his room

And as the time passed, he stopped caring about that, too. Retreating inside himself, not finding anything real around him able to call him back… losing himself where he thought nightmares could not reach.

Weeks had passed this way, then months. Bam wasn’t really sleeping at night, only gazing at the sky or ceiling, thinking. After days like this he would eventually fall asleep, but it never brought relieve to him, nor rest.

Nightmares plaguing his conscience, so much not even reality felt true anymore, and he fell deeper and deeper…

Day by day… night after night… lost, while at the same time losing himself.

Dunn probably knew of this but never said anything, silently moving him from the ground and a collection of empty liqueur bottles, when the night overcame the last rays of the sun… after Bam had been for an hour on the ground, his eyes lost in the sun fall.

There were times when Dunn didn’t come back, sometimes for days; but Bam never cared, never noticed except for when he would drag himself through the house towards his bed. Eventually Dunn stopped coming, the sight of his once joyful friend now drunk and depressed was too much to handle.

________________________________________________________________________

It was then that it had started, Bam couldn’t remember it well. Everything had been unreal to him.

Always when no-one else was there, night after night until Bam’s tired mind would blur away the images in front of him, and think it was just his imagination. When his self–destructive drinking had almost brought him to collapse, it was then that it had started.

He was laying on the ground, feeling the uncomfortable heaviness of his own tired body to its limits, each of his muscles aching and needing rest, feeling his breathing deepen and even out, the soft, rhythmic thumps of his own heart in his ears.

His eyes were turned upwards where the sky was, watching with uncaring interest the colours smudge from reds and oranges to the dark, soothing blue of the night, showing the first stars, when a shadow covered the small sparkles of light, forcing him to try and focus his blurred sight.

Bam blinked, feeling soft, cool hands move him to a sitting position, his face pressing against soft fabric. Mildly wondering if this was Dunn, and it wasn’t, and who it could be then, eyes half–closing in proximity of the warmth he had almost forgotten.

He didn’t care.

Someone was holding him close, the action soothing Bam’s heart to a slow, steady rhythm, calmer but stronger.

Hands moving upwards to rest in his hair, before moving downwards to his shoulders, feeling the tension in there, and dissipating it, massaging and brushing coolly against his muscles. It felt relaxing, and Bam didn’t move, cheek pressed against a dark, cool shirt, enjoying the slow, calm movements.

He fell asleep and in the morning woke up in his bed, for the first time, feeling a bit better.

He kept on working, exhausting himself just like before as if nothing had happened, sure nothing had happened. The night had been nothing but illusions, as dark brought only emptiness.

And again he stared at the stars, eyes still blurred into dreams and nightmares of things that weren’t really there, and again a shape covered his sight.

Night after night, cool hands brought Bam back from his darkness, soft calm touches relaxing his muscles, no words, no noises, nothing that could make it less fake, nothing that could make it more real.

Night after night, Bam’s consciousness returned to him, working to exhaustion for the day only to find healing in the night.

Chasing away the darkness. Chasing away his emptiness. Sleeping without the strain of dreams.

________________________________________________________________________

He didn’t know how many weeks, how many months, passed like this – solitude during the day, warm but cool hands and a comforting presence during the night – and Bam knew that slowly but surely, it was bringing him back.

That night his eyes were not blurred as the figure held him close, that night his voice didn’t die on his lips, preventing him from breaking the comfortable silence he was enveloped into. He could have asked, even though his mind still couldn’t bring himself to care.

Wonder, ask, do something different than just let himself be held…

But there was no point in speaking, and so he didn’t.

Not caring if the arm that held him was coloured by an intricate tattoo, as his steadily clearing eyes noticed. Not caring if green was reflected through the starlight in eyes he could not see, but knew were there. Not caring, just clinging to this familiar presence before the true blackness of sleep once again claimed him.

________________________________________________________________________

The next night Bam didn’t move from the ground. He didn’t shift toward his bed, simply content to rest against bare ground, no-one else around for miles.

Until darkness came.

……..

Bam didn’t move as hands brushed against his face, differently touching, differently feeling, as if knowing it would not be enough anymore – the contact wouldn’t be enough.

Kneeling next to the motionless body, a shape shifting above him until he was enveloped by dark fabric and warm skin against his, his face moved so he could stare directly into calm emerald eyes.

Hands brushing against his cheeks before falling to his shoulders, patiently working on his muscles, tenseness slowly fading away in soft caresses. Warmth surrounding his cool body, warming him up from the bitter coldness of the night.

Blue eyes once again met dark, emerald ones, unmoving aching body pressed down by the one above his, pale skin glowing under the moonlight.

Presence he knew and did not reject.

Bam welcomed the touch, old feelings he had once forbidden resurfacing, calling for him to give in.

And nothing mattered anymore.

“What is it that you want Bam?”

A breathed question, though the answer was known to both.

Lips twitching upwards, blue eyes flashing with life once again.

“You”.

Ville’s lips curled into a smile.

“Then have me, I’m yours ”.

……………

Lips clashed against his own, forcing, teeth biting hard, so hard to draw blood – pleasure mixing with pain, intense and real. Bam let out a moan, opening his mouth to invite the other in.

“Ville…” a lost whisper fading in the arms of the older man, whose hands and gentle caresses had brought him back from the darkness.

Tongue brushing against his lips, sneaking inside his mouth, tasting anything and everything with overwhelming intensity. Taking away sanity and breath as Bam moaned out, his body pressed flush against Ville’s. Giving himself to him entirely, giving himself without a second thought.

Massaging and licking the insides of Bam’s mouth with his tongue, Ville pressed his hands into the curly brown hair, his body keeping the smaller man’s pinned against the ground, eager to feel and taste and touch.

One hand sneaking lower, barely brushing against Bam’s chest under his shirt, skillfully pressing against his nipples, and Bam gasped out against Ville’s lips, arching his back in pleasure with half–lidded eyes.

Gone were the soft touches, gone were the calm massages…

Everything burned away in flames of passion and need.

Fingers stroking each nipple, light touches that brought small yelps of desire out of Bam’s lips, dizzying waves of pleasure and euphoria – shirt being pulled off before hands closed around his wrists, stretching his arms over his head.

Bam moaned, completely exposed and wanting more.

Ville carefully lowered his head, exploring Bam’s chin, neck and a particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear, licking and biting and sucking, softly blowing hot breaths above the sensitive bites, Bam’s small gasps and yelps music to his ears.

Flushed body pressed against his own, almost painfully.

Drowning in pleasure.

“Ville…”

Licking over his nipples, biting on them.

“Ville!”

Arching his back as pleasure and pain coursed together in a flash, feeling himself harden under the ministrations, feeling himself lose control, wanting more, asking for more, begging–

Every nerve inside him twitching and fizzling for more, burning where the hot tongue touched. Feeling pure, utter pleasure, thrashing his head to the sides, panting and gasping for air when the tongue moved lower. Licking and biting around the oh so familiar heartagram tattoo on his navel, tracing it with the tip of his tongue, making Bam buck his hips up, gasping in order to get more air into his starving lungs, aroused until agony…

“These have to go…” husky, deep voice coming from Ville’s lips, as hands moved to slip Bam’s pants away, moving himself in-between naked legs, cool hands pressed against the bare skin.

Bam moaned, realizing what was to come, realizing what was happening.

“Ville…”

Only to cry out, when a tongue licked at the insides of his thighs, moving nearer to his aching arousal but without touching it, dark eyes filling with lust as he watched pre-cum slip from his member.

Bam whimpered, needing a release of the pressure, twisting around to get Ville where he wanted, but the older man simply ignored his pleas, sudden shudders of delight assailing his frame, as he renewed the licking and biting on the exposed skin with more vigor.

Bam arched his back again, only to have his arms pinned against the ground, Ville’s body flushed against his own again, tongues once more battling for control, his erection pressed fully against the rough fabric of Ville’s jeans.

Bam shuddered at the feeling as Ville started to move and rock into him, closing his eyes, flushed crimson, lips parting in delight. Everything, the touches, the stimulation… too much…

The light grinding was enough to bring relief to Bam’s aching pressure, white dots appearing behind his closed eyes as he moaned loudly, muffled by Ville’s lips on his own.

Bam’s naked body moved on its own accord against Ville’s clothed one, shifting more urgently, thrusting upwards when the pleasure became too much for him to keep a straight mind – the dizzying sensations becoming too much as he needed more, wanted more…

Ville’s hand came down to stop him, eliciting a frustrated groan from Bam’s parted lips, as the blinding pleasure dimmed down, leaving him panting on the ground, his fingers curled around the silk of Ville’s hair.

“Let me…” Ville’s low voice whispered against Bam’s ear.

Whimpering, his body unconsciously shifting towards Ville’s, as if asking for more, for the warmth, the contact, the…

“Please…” Bam closed his eyes again, panting, as he felt lips ghost over his neck.

Ville didn’t move, pressing closer to Bam’s flushed frame, not giving the younger man what he wanted.

“Please… I need…” he wasn’t coherently speaking, desire clouding his senses.

Ville’s mouth moved down again, torturously licking and breathing and kissing down his neck again, keeping Bam’s body still under his as he licked his path downwards, feeling the tense muscles underneath the pale, enticing skin.

“Please!” Bam couldn’t take it anymore, tears appearing in the corner of his eyes as he tried vainly to get some sort of release to the pain and pleasure Ville was giving him, the feeling overwhelming his defenses.

Ville’s hands found their way to his hips, holding them down as he finally reached his goal, engulfing Bam’s erection in his mouth.

Bam could only choke on his sobs, shudders shaking his form continuously as pleasure crashed through him, each and every lick on his length making him pant louder–

“Ah–”

He gasped out Ville’s name like a mantra as pleasure rocked through his body, white flashes taking over his vision until everything else disappeared–

“Ville…”

The hot tongue licked its way through the top, massaging it, teeth scraping against its length, swirling over as he sucked on him, hot mouth against his fevered skin–

“Ville–”

Pleasure coiling inside him from head to toe, burning heat taking away his breath until he could only frantically gasp–

“Ville!”

He came, his back arched almost impossibly high, eyes snapping open, glazed over by blinding pleasure, while Ville retreated from his arousal, a trail of white slipping down his chin as he stared with lust–filled eyes at the spent form, knowing he was the cause of it.

Bam simply lay there, his entire body heavy due to the excessive pleasure he’d experienced, but it was far from finished, as Ville made it clear by shifting above him, kissing deeply and making Bam taste himself in the other’s mouth.

He watched in a state of lethargic excitement, as Ville slowly removed his own pants, followed by the rest of his clothing. Naked skin pressing against his own, erect length brushing against his spent one, sending shudders through the sensitive organ.

Ville continued shifting, their erections brushing against each other slowly and painfully, making Bam close his eyes again as the same kind of heat started burning again inside his body, forcing his length to start hardening. One hand moved down, passing his slowly reacting erection to move lower, rubbing a spot underneath his arousal for a moment before pressing hard onto it.

Bam yelped loudly as another kind of pleasure, different than before, even stronger, hit him head on, making his fingers tingle pleasantly in a mix of pain and sheer pleasure.

“Aah!” his hands grabbed hard Ville’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin, and Ville’s frame shuddered against his, accepting the pain as he continued his searching.

Bam opened his eyes as he felt a finger probe at his entrance, the feeling quite uncomfortable but not unpleasant.

Ville’s body was moving against him again, making him tingle as sparkles of pleasure raced from his now erect member to his head; Bam tipped his head back as the raven haired man licked a path down his neck, sending spasms through his nervous system.

He cried out as the finger stopped probing and carefully entered him fully, arms circling him as he shuddered; Ville watched in rapture as Bam’s face twisted from discomfort to pleasure, dark orbs filling with lust.

Another finger slipped in, making Bam shift uncomfortably trying to alleviate the distress, a part of him blushing at the embarrassment of having two fingers entering him there.

“Relax,” Ville commented as a third finger carefully entered him, beginning to stretch Bam’s insides for what was to come.

The smaller man’s muffled scream was swallowed by Ville’s mouth on his as the fingers moved inside him, the hand circling his waist leisurely brushing against his erection to distract him. Bam panted hard, unable to concentrate on the mixed feelings inside him.

Ville’s fingers slammed inside him again, hitting something deep within him that caused Bam to cry out again, his nails digging in the other’s back sharply in retaliation as he arched his back, pre–cum dripping down his erection once again as he sobbed in pleasure, the sensation far stronger now.

Ville shuddered again, finally acknowledging his own desire as he pulled out his fingers, replacing them with his own length.

Bam panted hard, trying to gather more oxygen in his lungs as something much bigger than the fingers penetrated him in one thrust, pushing inside, stretching his inner muscles until it stopped, filling him to the hilt.

Bam gasped and panted, writhing in pleasure and pain, mixed sensations that sent shudders through his frame as he clutched Ville’s frame against his.

Sliding his erection out almost completely in an excruciating slow pace, Ville thrust back in, ever so slowly, feeling the muscles clench and spasm around his length. Closing his eyes at the pleasure it was causing him, relishing in the satisfaction of hearing Bam pant and whine at him to move ‘faster,’ ‘stronger,’ ‘harder.’

“Faster… please–”

“Ville…” Bam moaned out aloud, and finally Ville nodded, slamming himself hard inside Bam, hitting directly against his prostate, causing him yowl and cry out in pleasure, his body convulsing and arching against Ville’s.

“Ah! Ville!”

Bam met Ville’s thrusts with his own, every time crying out the other’s name, feeling more alive than he ever did before, sweat on his skin, his heart beating frantically, skin sliding under his fingers, his throat raspy from his yells–

The pace changed again, more frantic now as both could feel the heat take over their minds, rocking together in a strange rhythm, needing more, wanting more, Ville slamming in and pressing hard against Bam.

Emerald eyes wide and flaring as he drank in Bam’s beauty, his free hand now clenching around Bam’s member, pumping it in time with his desperate thrusts–

“V–Ville…”

Slamming hard inside him, feeling and touching and biting and kissing–

“Harder, please, harder–”

Lips meeting with Bam’s, feeling the pressure build inside both, every time hitting the same agonizing spot that drove Bam wild, harder and faster, and deeper…

“Ville… more–”

Growling as his name was spoken like a mantra again, the sound heavenly to his ears–

“Ah… more…Ville, I’m–”

Ville’s lips swallowed Bam’s yells as he kissed him deeply, feeling Bam tense, grab him and cry out in passion, blue eyes snapping open in that moment of blinding pleasure, meeting dark emerald ones–

Bam came hard, the world spinning and collapsing around him as he held onto Ville’s frame, gasping as pleasure like nothing before consumed him from the inside and outside, white creamy liquid spilling into Ville’s waiting hand, muscles clenching around the other–

Ville felt his own release build inside him like a flame and he closed his eyes, accepting the feeling and coming with a low groan, the pressure on his erection too much for him to resist any more.

“Uh…Bam.”

Dark eyes opened to watch as Bam’s body relaxed against the cool grass, legs tangled with his own, fingers still gripping his shoulders tightly. Ville relaxed against Bam, leaning his head to bite Bam’s neck, claiming him as his own.

Too tired, too spent, once again connected with reality, Bam simply pulled Ville closer, inclining his head to grant better access before giving into his body’s tiredness.

Ville smiled as Bam fell into unconsciousness. Gently he picked him up, carrying him into the house and to his bed.

Bam didn’t stir, lost deep inside his dreamless sleep.

Fanart

Sat, 26 May 2007 21:51:55 GMT

Basically it was raining earlier today, I was bored and my computer wasn't working so I started drawing and eventually arrived at what I imagine the hotel from 'living in torture' by absinthe_memory and trollsttroll to look like. It's not great and it probably looks nothing like they imagined it to, but it gave me something to do.
Click on it to enlarge.

Birthdays! Yay!

Sat, 19 May 2007 13:08:22 GMT

The things I love about my birthday:

Bam Element skate Deck!
Theme Parks!

Theme Parks -
So my day went like this:

Leaving the house - "What do you mean you don't have the keys?! You always have the keys!" 'Ummm.... whoops.'

       2.At the park - 'Where's the entrance?'
          "Who cares, we'll find it eventually. Hey look that stoned looking woman is getting arrested by THREE police cars! Oh my god, she looked at me, she was glaring! Step on the gas! SHE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

       3. It's raining, and raining and raining and raining and raining......
           'Next time, Stef is not allowed to sing. Capeesh?'

4. It's still raining.
          "Lets go on that *indoor* shooting game, the evil, zombie/creature one."
          'Do we have to?'
          "Why not?"
          *pulls pathetic face* 'They kinda scare me.'
          "You'll be fine. C'mon let's go."
          During the ride - 'AHHHHH!!!!'
          After the ride - "How on earth?....."
                                   'What? Can we get out of here already?'
                                   "You just got a high score!"
                                   'It's a reflex action, scream and pull the trigger. Can we go now?'

      5. It's NOT raining!
          "Quick, lets go on a rollercoaster while its not raining."
          'But I wanna go on the log flume.'
          "You choose now, when its NOT raining, to go on a water ride?!!!"
          'Yep, come on, its my birthday, what I say is law.'
          After the ride - * am absolutely soaked through, there's puddles forming where I stand* 'Oh look, its raining again.'
          "You just lost ANY respect I had for your decisions."
          'You had that to begin with?'
        "Yes, not much but there was still some, now it's gone."

Well that concludes my birthday, other than getting ill and spending 4days in bed trying to recover. *note - never take off your jumper when your wet, it's not healthy.*

Bored, but amused

Wed, 02 May 2007 16:37:57 GMT

Ok I have to write this down so I don't forget.

My friend's Geography skills:
me - "You put the higlands of Scotland WHERE?"
her - ' By London, just because they're higlands doesn't mean they're in the north.'

me - "What's the capitol of Spain called?"
her - 'umm... I don't know?'
me - "Madrid."
her - 'Really? I thought that was a country."

Another friends skill in Religion:
'So if the Pope's German does that mean the Vatican is moving to Berlin?'

The Biology results:
my friend - "There was a test while you were away, we're getting the results back now."
me - "Hope I don't have to do it."
my teacher interupts - "congratulations girls, almost everyone got full marks." At this points she leaves the room.
my friend - "She went out the room 7 times last week, yet she wonders why everyone got full marks."

My friends will be most likely to sevearly torture/maim me if they knew I put this on here, but what are friends for?

Zacky xx