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Please recommend me yaoi with strong, honest (almost blunt) uke, i do not like tsundere and clingy uke, pls tell me if you know some
2017-03-19 09:52 marked
Any stories where the uke is dominant and the seme is so submissive. I just really love stories like that (≧∀≦)
2017-03-19 09:45 marked

1- The invincible asami sama : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LploV5XWpuY
2- The new akihito fighting mode ready to protect asami, mind your backs, hot! : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Evw1tv2vP5c
3- the sad story of fei, abondoned childn then become very strong but yet lonely and sad : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFcXdtcmI98
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2017-03-09 05:27 marked
my doctor just told me earlier today that i have cancer.he said im lucky to survive the next 3 years.looking at my sisters crying face made me relize that i really want a future.im not afraid to die but i did make plans.plans to go to colledge become a teacher,to get surgery and become a male,to adopt and buy a house.now i know i cant do that.
i have tumors in my right breast.small one in the back of my head that im going to surrgury for and in my stomach.im really gonna miss yaoi anime and mangas.i never thought this would happen to someone like me.i guess im lucky to have time.more then some children my age.
i have tumors in my right breast.small one in the back of my head that im going to surrgury for and in my stomach.im really gonna miss yaoi anime and mangas.i never thought this would happen to someone like me.i guess im lucky to have time.more then some children my age.
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I’d fallen in a deep and dark hole, and I’d feared I’d never see the light again. Suddenly, a firm, tanned, outstretched hand appeared: my Savior. Gladly, with a tear in my eye, I held onto that warm and supple hand which hoisted me up from the realm of the underworld to, once more, view the heavenly realm of mortals. Apparently, I had been gone for ages but none had noticed but him. With a skip in my voice, I heartily thanked him with a fortunate smile. He returned it with his own mouthful of delicate pearls and tinted red lips that could rival the beauty of Aphrodite. This made me grow warm in my cheeks with admiration of his handsome beauty.
On another day, I talked to him, unable to keep my mind off his beautiful smile. He was a baseball player, the ace of his team (which explains how he picked me up so easily). He was an educated young man, full of curiosity and intellect. He was kind and thoughtful towards his classmates and was a respectable young man in the eyes of his teachers. He was a beautiful being, graced by the gods with his eternal youthfulness and exquisite beauty. A person thought to only exist in fiction, the perfect man. But I talked to him. I asked for his name. A name that I thoughtfully tasted with the tip of my tongue and spilled from my lips like the wine of Dionysus.
I was casually invited to his next game, which I gleefully accepted. On the directed date, I awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers and watched as the stands fill with avid fans, many of which were girls. Despite my out of placeness, I was able to become one with the crowd, cheering, and suspenseful, and all. In the end we lost, but he was smiling saying, “It’s alright. We did our best,” with the most beautiful, mournful smile I’d ever seen in my life. A bit afterwards, I cautiously walked up to him to try to comfort him. And he started to cry, with small diamonds falling from his gorgeous eyes. I was in awe, how could a person be this beautiful while so distraught? I held him in my arms to try to shield this god-like being from the mortality of the world.
The next time I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we had together. I watched him interact with his friends, with graceful movements and a laugh like the ringing of church bells. I thought about the time we shared, and how he was a dazzling being in the dull, grey world who’d been dyed with the joyous, calm domesticity of daily life. With this I found him unbelievably amazing with many moments where he was delightfully endearing. I was snapped back to reality with the sound of the monotone school bell.
He suddenly sauntered past me, allowing me to take a whiff of his musky cologne. At my distant seat, I discreetly glance at him in the corner of my eye. Slowly, I trace his features with my lowered eyes: his chiseled jawline, his short silky hair, his bright eyes, his soft smile... I blink, realizing that there was a dull, aching thump in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I couldn't breathe as I held his gaze in mine. I struggled to break this quiet eternity that I knew would turn into an awkward silence. I felt the thumping in my chest again but it was more vivacious this time. I could feel my cheeks grow another shade darker of crimson and another few degrees hotter every second. I was not very comfortable with this as it could only mean one thing. Had I fallen in love with him? This man? I refused to believe it. I teared my eyes from his direction and put my headphones back on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I had a dream. I was in bliss, holding his firm hand, kissing his soft lips, touching his supple skin, his body against mine, being loved by him with his entirety... But then I woke up to the cold, grey sky crying on my window. I looked down to prophesize my future spiraling into a pit which would be full of pain, discrimination, and eternal torment. I cried along with the sky while the sin underneath my clothes dried up. I realized that, with my transition to adulthood, I had fallen in love with another man.
On another day, I talked to him, unable to keep my mind off his beautiful smile. He was a baseball player, the ace of his team (which explains how he picked me up so easily). He was an educated young man, full of curiosity and intellect. He was kind and thoughtful towards his classmates and was a respectable young man in the eyes of his teachers. He was a beautiful being, graced by the gods with his eternal youthfulness and exquisite beauty. A person thought to only exist in fiction, the perfect man. But I talked to him. I asked for his name. A name that I thoughtfully tasted with the tip of my tongue and spilled from my lips like the wine of Dionysus.
I was casually invited to his next game, which I gleefully accepted. On the directed date, I awkwardly walked to the faded bleachers and watched as the stands fill with avid fans, many of which were girls. Despite my out of placeness, I was able to become one with the crowd, cheering, and suspenseful, and all. In the end we lost, but he was smiling saying, “It’s alright. We did our best,” with the most beautiful, mournful smile I’d ever seen in my life. A bit afterwards, I cautiously walked up to him to try to comfort him. And he started to cry, with small diamonds falling from his gorgeous eyes. I was in awe, how could a person be this beautiful while so distraught? I held him in my arms to try to shield this god-like being from the mortality of the world.
The next time I saw him, his eyes were red and puffy, testimony to the moment we had together. I watched him interact with his friends, with graceful movements and a laugh like the ringing of church bells. I thought about the time we shared, and how he was a dazzling being in the dull, grey world who’d been dyed with the joyous, calm domesticity of daily life. With this I found him unbelievably amazing with many moments where he was delightfully endearing. I was snapped back to reality with the sound of the monotone school bell.
He suddenly sauntered past me, allowing me to take a whiff of his musky cologne. At my distant seat, I discreetly glance at him in the corner of my eye. Slowly, I trace his features with my lowered eyes: his chiseled jawline, his short silky hair, his bright eyes, his soft smile... I blink, realizing that there was a dull, aching thump in my chest. I ignored it and looked back at him, only to meet his deep eyes.
I couldn't breathe as I held his gaze in mine. I struggled to break this quiet eternity that I knew would turn into an awkward silence. I felt the thumping in my chest again but it was more vivacious this time. I could feel my cheeks grow another shade darker of crimson and another few degrees hotter every second. I was not very comfortable with this as it could only mean one thing. Had I fallen in love with him? This man? I refused to believe it. I teared my eyes from his direction and put my headphones back on to drown out the noise of my heart.
That night I had a dream. I was in bliss, holding his firm hand, kissing his soft lips, touching his supple skin, his body against mine, being loved by him with his entirety... But then I woke up to the cold, grey sky crying on my window. I looked down to prophesize my future spiraling into a pit which would be full of pain, discrimination, and eternal torment. I cried along with the sky while the sin underneath my clothes dried up. I realized that, with my transition to adulthood, I had fallen in love with another man.
2017-03-04 04:12 marked
link for hyperventilation ep 5 ??
im not asking for free link,
i'm asking for youtube link to pay for it, because i cant seem to find it.
im not asking for free link,
i'm asking for youtube link to pay for it, because i cant seem to find it.
2017-03-04 04:12 marked
Any good BL/Shounen-Ai (anime) movies?
I'm binging rn.
I just watched "Doukyuusei" and "The Boy Caught a Merman," so I'm in the mood for more! ヾ(☆▽☆)
I'm binging rn.
I just watched "Doukyuusei" and "The Boy Caught a Merman," so I'm in the mood for more! ヾ(☆▽☆)
2017-03-04 04:10 marked
Non manga related question; I've run out of good music to listen to! Does anyone have any recommendations? ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ノ~ Preferably something that's on spotify :)
2017-03-03 07:19 marked
Compilation of Yaoi Couples