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    <title>The Sexual Preference Test ...</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T22:12:43Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Your result for&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;The Sexual Preference Test&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;...&lt;div class="left-content" style="margin-top: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: 590px; float: left; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="container" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 3.125em; margin-left: auto; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; width: 33.75em; clear: both; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0.417em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.417em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 2.25em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-align: center; color: rgb(172, 0, 12); font-weight: bold; line-height: 1em; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="left-hand" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0.944em; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 36px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: url(http://cdn.okcimg.com/_img/helloquizzy/icons/pointer_left.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 0% 50%; "&gt;&lt;span class="right-hand" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0.944em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 36px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: url(http://cdn.okcimg.com/_img/helloquizzy/icons/pointer_right.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; "&gt;Congratulations, you're bisexual! (bisexual, romantic, action)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p class="raw-score" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.333em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.938em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;69% Homosexual, 58% Heterosexual, 65% Sexual, 97% Romantic, 48% Thought, 95% Action, 100% Bisexual and 33% Asexual!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="description" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.625em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-align: center; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Congratulations, you&amp;#39;re bisexual! (bisexual, romantic, action)" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; " src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/1040085070343408619.png___1_500_1_500_cb94de6a_.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.625em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Gender doesn't confine your attraction to a person. &amp;nbsp;Good for you! &amp;nbsp;You can find love just about anywhere, right? &amp;nbsp;The best of both worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="analysis" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 34px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; clear: both; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 1em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: left; color: rgb(172, 0, 12); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;YOUR ANALYSIS&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 12px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;(Vertical line = Average)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ul class="variables clearfix" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 69% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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background-color: transparent; float: left; width: 210px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px !important; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Sexual Distribution" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 65% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Sexual&lt;/strong&gt;, higher than 27% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; float: left; width: 210px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px !important; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Romantic Distribution" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; " src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?chs=210x95&amp;amp;cht=ls&amp;amp;chls=1,1,0|1,1,0|1,1,0&amp;amp;chco=4eac25,4eac25&amp;amp;chm=B,ebf6e6,0,0,0|B,d7ecce,1,3,0|o,4eac25,1,72,7,1|tYou,ac000c,1,72,11,1|V,dddddd,0,52,1.0&amp;amp;chg=100,100,1,0&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,f6f6f6|c,s,ffffff&amp;amp;chds=0,158.817&amp;amp;chd=t:2.00,2.00,2.00,2.00,2.09,2.33,2.65,2.94,3.21,3.44,3.56,3.44,3.31,3.33,3.75,4.78,6.36,8.44,10.75,13.00,15.14,17.11,18.99,20.83,22.65,24.44,25.67,25.78,24.85,22.94,20.57,18.22,16.50,16.00,16.79,18.94,21.93,25.22,28.97,33.33,37.64,41.22,44.96,49.72,54.29,57.44,60.18,63.50,67.40,71.89,77.61,85.22,94.12,103.72,112.25,117.94,121.14,122.17,120.82,116.89,111.07,104.06,95.85,86.44,76.43,66.39,56.92,48.61,41.29,34.78,29.61,25.24,21.42,17.92,14.86|2.00,2.00,2.00,2.00,2.09,2.33,2.65,2.94,3.21,3.44,3.56,3.44,3.31,3.33,3.75,4.78,6.36,8.44,10.75,13.00,15.14,17.11,18.99,20.83,22.65,24.44,25.67,25.78,24.85,22.94,20.57,18.22,16.50,16.00,16.79,18.94,21.93,25.22,28.97,33.33,37.64,41.22,44.96,49.72,54.29,57.44,60.18,63.50,67.40,71.89,77.61,85.22,94.12,103.72,112.25,117.94,121.14,122.17,120.82,116.89,111.07,104.06,95.85,86.44,76.43,66.39,56.92,48.61,41.29,34.78,29.61,25.24,21.42,-1,-1" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="desc" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 97% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Romantic&lt;/strong&gt;, higher than 99% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; float: left; width: 210px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px !important; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 14px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img alt="Thought Distribution" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 48% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;Thought&lt;/strong&gt;, higher than 54% of your peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 95% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 100% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 3px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 0.825em; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1.35em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); height: 42px; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;You scored 33% on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:5850</id>
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    <title>Gay test!</title>
    <published>2009-11-09T21:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-09T21:01:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="Gay Preference" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; " src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/10064745544381507019.gif___1_500_1_500_cb94de6a_.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not exclusively homosexual, but you prefer the same sex over the opposite sex. While you might be willing to fool around with the opposite sex to some extent, you would go all the way with the same sex. If you are sexually inexperienced, it is possible that this could change after you do some experimenting.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:5470</id>
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    <title>Family nightmare (last part)</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T01:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T01:48:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Alex was still pacing the waiting room, it had been an hour since the doctor had came out with the news that it was up to eira to fight now, that they had done everything they could. It was killing him that he was so far from her, she was only in the next room but it felt like a life time away, he couldn;t stop pacing not matter how much ianto held onto him telling him she will be ok he just couldn't stop his body from wanting to be active, maybe it would stop his heart hurting so much. It had any been a few hours since they had originally said that it was a 50% chance of her living that the doctor had come out and told them she had passed, Alex fell to the floor in tears and couldn't stop them from flowing, the last words he'd said he her had been harsh, she died thinking he hated her. Both liam and ianto in turn were in pieces, Eiras little girl was to young to understand, when they were invited in to go and see the body Alex couldn't bring himself to go, to go and see her lifeless eyes and body he just couldn't deal with it and left the hospital in a run, just running till his legs couldn't carry him anymore, the pain to much, all he wanted to do was be with her, watch her laugh and smile onces again but he knew it would never happen. It took Alex a few days to go home, his body sore from running and his eyes sore from the never ending tears that still flowed from his eyes, he couldn't help it, and trust him to walk into the middle of the wake, he had his phone switched off so he never got the messaged they all thought it was his way of coping by staying away. He looked around and saw her coffin in the middle of the room and that was enough to start the tears flowing again them not stopping like a river they refused to stop coming, everyone had dressed up and Alex was there in dirty jeans and a t shirt, even now he couldn;t bring himself to be in the same room as his daugher he wanted to remember her alive and not the last image of her to be the dead Eira he wanted it to be the night they stayed up annoying Ianto by jumping on him while he slept on the sofa. Alex soon felt himself running again but this time it was upstairs into the room him and Ianto both shared, slamming the door and sliding down the back sobbing, he couldn't her it, he remembed the last time he held his daughter was the night her and Liam had a fight and she was upset, scared he would leave her.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a few months since Eira has past and everyone was at terms with what had happend, everyone except Alex, he had secluded himself to the point he never left the bedroom unles it was to got to the bathroom, Ianto was having trouble getting him to eat and he refused to let go of a teddy bear that was Eiras from a baby, her room remand the same and he was found a number of times curled up by the side of the bed in tears wishing he could have her in his arms. Things were yet to changed until Ianto came home one day from shopping, he called for his lover and got no answer so went to look for him, he found Alex upstairs in the bath, the water stained read with blood and on his wrist was the words *Eira* slashed deep into his skin, and Alex he had gone with the last reminder of his little girl on his wrist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:5130</id>
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    <title>Fic:-  Office romance or not?</title>
    <published>2009-01-18T21:51:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-18T21:59:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I only own Alex and mark Well marks my friend so sorta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex sat down at his desk just as the clock struck 9am, he was on time for once, he smiled across the hub at Ianto who was making the morning coffee for the other members of the team including himself, not that he included himself as a member of the team all he did was paper work, he wasn't allowed to do felid missions, not yet anyway. Alex smiled at Ianto as he brang over the coffees on a tray, how ianto never got bored with his job was beyond him, he always looked good doing it tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you Ianto&amp;quot; He said as he took the warm mug from Iantos grasp, he brushed he's hand a litlle , they were warm under his touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Your welcome Alex&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Ianto replied with his strong welsh vowels, god they made his knees go weak, it took all he's strength&amp;nbsp; to control himself from jumping on the other man, god he loved his man , the way he smelt, the way he laughed, Alex sighed as he watched Ianto walk away and up to jack. Alex had been appointed to Torchwood three after tosh and Owen had passed away him along with the new guy mark, even he was allowed out on field missions but no Alex had to stay in and do paper work. He had already learned pretty much straight away that Ianto and jack were an item, they looks they gave eachother was more like eye fucking then shy looks, the constant flirting, whenever they did that Alex had to leave the room, he's heart felt like it would burst every time it happened, and when Gwen had walked in on them half naked and all over each other, which she couldn't help but brag about the sight she had seen to them, he couldn;t take it and took the day of sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A few weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Alex's first field mission since starting at torchwood 3, it was just a routine&amp;nbsp; weevil hunt he was teamed up with Ianto , while jack was with Gwen and mark. Alex smiled at Ianto as they headed of on the route they were set, even tho it was the middle of nowhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;So how are you Ianto&amp;quot; Alex asked him gently, he could never speak loud in front of Ianto, it was a trait he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm fine Alex how about yourself?&amp;quot; Ianto replyed in his beautiful welsh vowels &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm fine..... so you and jack is it true or just a rumour?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ianto had time to answer he had sprinted over some grass after a weevil, Alex was hot on he's heels too , the weevil ran into an abandoned barn, Alex thought it might have been hiding it's young in there but he wasn't sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back to back they kicked the door open, Ianto took the lead and pointed his gun straight ahead but looked around with his touch, Alex came in from behind him and kicked open another door, out of nowhere the weevil was on him like something out of a horror movie, Alex shot his gun into the air as a reaction of the weevil on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto rushed over and tried to get the weevil off but it soon took Ianto down to, one swipe of it;s claws and ianto was one his back, Ianto called for help, and the others responded, Alex was trying to get the weevil off of him , he was getting weaker he could fell it , already with two huge gashes across his chest. Soon after Alex pushed him off him a tiny bit his teeth were down on his throat , that was it it was all over, Alex's body lolled somewhat lifeless on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack rushed in and shot it off Alex, Ianto ran over and held Alex's head in his arms, alex looked at him eyes drooping, he rested his hand on Iantos shoulder as he winced from the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I......&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Don't talk Alex, it'll all be ok&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; Ianto did his best to calm the other man in his arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex looked up at him with teary eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp; ..... love .... you Ianto&amp;quot; Alex said between winces and breaths, he placed a small kiss on Iantos lips, he eyes closed and his head fell back, he was in the darkness now, and nothing could change that, his only regret was not telling Ianto sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the team got back to the hub, Alex was laid on the cold silver table in the morgue Ianto standing over him whispering sorry to the air around him. &lt;br /&gt;He had never known about the other mans feelings, he had never told him, all the times he had come over to watch films and hang out but not once has he told him, he let tears full down his face as he covered the body with the white sheet. Jack placed him into the draw and sent him down to the morgue, Ianto headed down there and started to write out the death certificate he placed a small kiss and Alex's head and shut the door. Ianto couldn't get the other mans face out of his mind, the words he had spoken, could it be that he was in love with him to, but just not have noticed, he sighed and went down in the archive and started his work, Alex's word and face out of his meant, they haunted him, they were the last things he saw before he went to sleep and the first things when he woke up. life would never be the same for Ianto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:4971</id>
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    <title>Family nightmare (fic)</title>
    <published>2008-11-10T22:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T22:15:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;Hope everyone likes this mistakes are my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.Eira lay in the hospital bed, close to death, Alex by her side the whole time never leaving his baby. Liam had a nice in a way shock, Eira had given bith to quads, Two boys and two girls, he was in his limit, he held kerry close to his chest as she screamed for her mum, he let tears fall down his face, just at the moment Eiras heart stopped beating, all liam could see was the blear of white coats running into her room, Alex was pushed out much to his distress. Ianto was trying to keep them all calm but alex wouldn't stop till he got to his daughter, this was all his fault he kept thinking as he watched her fragile body through the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and spike came later in the day, they brought them clothes and some food, spike knew they probley wouldn't eat, it broke his heart to see both he's sons in the state ,a state where he could do nothing to help. Jack went over to the doctor in charge of eira to see how she was, by this time alex had pushed his way back into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looked at jack&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well i'm afraid she's still in a bad way, we have to take her down for a secound op, one of her lungs has punctured and she needs to be sorted stright away for the chance to save her, we're just getting her ready now&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor smiled and looked at jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;How much have a chance has she got to get through this&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looked at jack. &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I'm afraid the odds are agaisnt her sir, but we will do everything in our power to help&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He touched jacks arms gently. Jack looked at him with a frown on his face, he did't know what to say to comfort them. Liam who was sitting on the chair was silent, he had fresh tears streaming down his face as he held a sleeping kerry. Jack went over and sat beside him, he said nothing he just held his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex held eiras hand and wouldn't let go, he followed her always down to the operating room and refused to let go even when they got there, He promised her that she could come home and he'd protect her from harm, somthing he had falled to do for years. He sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room, he took iantos hand a sqeezed it, he was weak he could feel it in his body, he kissed iantos head and told him everything would be ok. but would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when eira was out of the op, everyone stood up as they saw her being wheeled back im, of corse alex's intincs were to hold eira in his arms but of corse he couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto went to the dr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Is she ok? What will happen? Will she need more sugery?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor look at ianto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well did all we could mr jones. but im sorry now is just a waiting game, if we wait we will know weather she will survive in the morning. We did everying we could in that room, but theres still a chance she won't make it through, theres nothing more we can do&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:4680</id>
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    <title>Fic: Family nightmare</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T21:49:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T21:49:05Z</updated>
    <category term="rp"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex spent most of his time trying to fill the gap that was Eira, He spent time with his other two kids and thier lovers, He spent more time with ianto, but he could tell the kids never wanted him around , he even thought another baby would fill the gap that was left in his heart, but no nothing worked. Ianto could see Alex eyes begin to look empty, he knew alex was upset and dissapointed in eira , but he didn't know how to help, he was torn between his lover and his child, but the love he had for the other man was way to strong to give up on him, not now , not when he needed him most. Alex has lost every part of him that made him, himself, the cheeky glint in his eyes, the way he smiled, all his confidance, His romance, his sex drive, he lust, his passon, everything , Ianto could see it. Alex was just lose, his meaning in life was to protect and provide for his children, and thats what he did. The worst of it came on eira birthday, the cards came and he went upstairs as soon as eira had woken up, never even signed her birthday card, but you could see inside, he missed her. He still loved his cuddled and when ianto held him, He barly ate, he's never seen his grandchild after six years of her being born, He stayed upstairs while eira and the baby came to vist, never made a noise, He knew the basics like what she was called , and her birthday, the worst of it was she had his eyes, the only thing eira had gotten from alex, He missed hear ianto could tell, but alex had very high opinuions and ianto knew and admire that when he married him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eira was close to getting married and Alex wasn't going, he had brought a suit tho, Ianto has seen him wearing it and looked into the mirror, He was crying ianto will swear to this day he saw tears, but alex didn't knew he had seen so he never mentioned it. The day of Eiras wedding she was standing in her wedding dress in the church watching the people crowd in, Her nurves got to much and she ran, she didn't know where or why but she did, She went to her house, she thought she was alone until Alex walked downstairs, before ya know it they was fighting again, it all got to much for eira and she ran out closely followed by alex, but it was to late she had already run into the road and been hit by a car, she went over the bonnet and landed on the floor with a loud crunch, alex screamed her name and run to her side, he rang an ambulance and then ianto, as soon and liam knew he ran to her side, forgetting the wedding she was more important. The ambulance got to eira and took her to the hospital, they took her to surgery and fixed her up before putting her in the ward, she had tubes coming out everywhere. but will eira die? ....................... TBC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:4599</id>
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    <title>fic: love at first site</title>
    <published>2008-04-23T21:09:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-23T21:09:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;Alex is 19 and only ever been in love once, he'd had many lovers but only fell for one. He didn't know why but no one seemed to like him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees no moaning" &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex barked an order at his current lover Joe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;God yes sir" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Joe replied and did as he was told he knew better then to disobey Alex after the last punishment he got, he moaned as Alex pushed in hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"No moaning!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Alex barked another order at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"Yes sir!"&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; Joe whimpered out, last time it had been no coming and now no moaning. After they had finished Alex lay beside Joe and smiled. Joe looked over at Alex and into his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Joe smiled and never left Alex's eyes with his own. Alex looked into Joe's eyes&amp;nbsp; and frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"Whats wrong babe don't you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Joe asked looking very sweet and vulnerable, Joe was only sixteen and still very young, even tho Alex was you he'd been around the block a few times to know not to fall that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"It isn't you it me, Your a wonderful boy but i was only looking for fun you knew that when this started." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Alex knew he sounded like a complete bastard as soon at the words left his mouth but he really wasn't a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"But i love you Alex what am i meant to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Joe stared at Alex letting tears full from his eyes. Alex looked at him a put a hand on his cheek a few tears f his own threatening to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"Find someone who can love you for the amazing boy that you are, keep you happy and your heart safe, and love you the way your were born to be loved." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Alex let a few tears fall. Joe never stopped crying while he got dressed and walked to the door taking one last hurt look at Alex and leaving.Alex looked at the floor and stood up changing his sheets. Alex knew how much Joe was hurting he himself had been through the same thing at sixteen with a man called tom. Tom was nineteen and very hot,Alex had fallen for him fast and got his heart broken so he knew how Joe felt. Alex went over to his bedside draw and took out a picture, it was him and a tall guy that guy was tom, he smiled and stroked that glass over toms face letting a few tears fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night Alex got read to go out to the club he part owned. He got dressed in black jeans a blue shirt, black boots and black eyeliner. Once he was done he went out and walked to the club it was only a five minute walk. When he got there he headed straight for the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;"Beer please!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;He shouted over the music at the barman.Alex grinned and looked around seeing the same old faces except one. Alex went over and introduced him self finding out the new guy was single and looking. The guys name was Ianto jones and he was very hit. Alex smiled and asked him to dance, they did nearly all night untill Alex walked him home where they kissed goodnight and ended up in bed, they made love and Alex asked Ianto to be his boyfriend Which of course ianto said yes. Alex knew this night was they night he fell in love. love at first site in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>fic: me jack part two</title>
    <published>2008-04-08T20:57:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T21:21:43Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="7"&gt;&lt;p&gt;my jack part 2 ( spikes pov)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;It's been a few months since jacks been home, but i won't go near him just stand in the shadows and watch from a distance, never getting close enough to reach out and touch him. I know he knows I’m watching he probably feels my eyes on him, he looks in my direction so i step back hoping he doesn't register it's me. He steps abit closer and i panic, he sprits over at me before i have the chance to run he grabs hold on my arm and spins me to face him. I look into his eyes but instead of the twinkle that used to glisten in he's eyes there’s nothing but pain. He looks into my eyes for a few second i see his eyes burn red then in a second his fist hits me jaw, i cry out and stumble back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"This is for Harry!" I hear jack shout as he rains me with punches at kicks. I hit the floor trying to shield my face, curling up like a baby, i know I deserve this for all the pain i caused the man i claim to love, i wince with every hit that strikes me but i don't make a move i lay there and let him take at all the rage on me like the pathetic man i am and have become. He finally stops and walks away and all i can do is watch a cry i try to move but the pains to much. I black out and the next thing i know I’m in someone’s arms someone filmier. I look up and see those piercing blue eyes back to the gray/blue that they where.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Try not to move" Came jacks gentle voice. I nod and lay there in his arms as the memories come back of how it was before, before all the hurt and pain. He smiled the melting smile before taking off his greatcoat and wrapping it around my shaking body. He lifts me up and walks very slowly back to my den talking to me the whole way so I don’t black out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Where did you go" I ask gently trying not to wince &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Just away I needed time to grieve " he replied &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I nodded as we got to the den.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"This is me" I winced out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He and walked up the steps going inside. I show him to where my room is and he walks there laying me gently on the bed, He cleans up my wounds. I look up at him and he places a gentle kiss on my lips.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"Get some rest babe" He smiles &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I nod and close me eyes &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;"I’ll be here when you wake up I promise" he added &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I smiled sweetly and held onto his hand , he lent down and kissed me head before whispering "Forever yours love" I close my eyes and drop off to sleep just hoping he keeps his promise and is there when I wake up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>angelmouse666 @ 2008-04-07T22:08:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T21:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T21:10:55Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">title: My jack&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: not mine just like to play&lt;br /&gt;u/n: people may not get this as it is part of a roleplay i do with bloff16 but i thought i'd post it anyway, there may be spelling errors but they are my own... please be nice. fic under the cut&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;my jack&lt;br /&gt;Everythings been great! these past few weeks, i asked jack to be my boyfriend and he said yes! i was so scared to even ask i practially shouted at him. It was three weeks ago and everything was going good until yesterday,I Told him i loved him the first time we shagged i admittinly was a virgin,he told me to give him time and then maybe he would love me,so i gave him the time he needed and this is where the time has gotten me.I stood across the road from jack outside my door and he's kissing his best mate! I couldn't belive it there stood the boy i loved kissing harry!. I Couldn't help the tears that escaped my eyes as i ran i didn't know where and how long i had been running for,i finally stopped when i got back to my house. I went inside and there he was sitting on the chair by the kitchen door.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry spike but i can't be with you anymore" He said looking at the floor&lt;br /&gt;I stand there and looking at him through sore and swolen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"I should go" He got up walked to the door and left. He went back over to harry i stood at the door watching him.Somthing comes over me and the next thing i know i'm stalking over to harry fist raised and hitting him in the nose. He falls to the floor with a painfull cry.&lt;br /&gt;"Spike!" jack shouted.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and the next thing i know my fist collided with his jack and i kick him in the stomach, i hear his ribs crack as he falls to his knees. He looks up at me through a face full of blood i can only just see his beautiful blue eyes twinkling beneath his blood stained face. I bring my knee up and knee him in the face and once again in the belly,he falls to the floor. Jacks friends are clapping &lt;br /&gt;"Hey spike can we be in your gang"&lt;br /&gt;I bend down and whisper in jacks ear. &lt;br /&gt;"Forever yours love"&lt;br /&gt;I place a gentle kiss on his lips before standing upright.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not in a gang but sure"&lt;br /&gt;I walk to a clothes store they all follow instep with me,i see a long leather duster i brake the window and take it putting it on.&lt;br /&gt;"Suit me?" I asked with a grin&lt;br /&gt;They all nodded. I'll always remember this as the day i lose myself, the day i changed, became everything jack hated. I take a last look at jack hunced over and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 27 years old and have nothing to show for it, the gangs still together tho thats the only good part, i'm now a vampire yes they do exsist. I'm dating a fellow vampire called oliver he's hot god he's hot but he can never replace jack. I walked in the gangs den and grin at oliver whos sitting in my chair i swear he thinks he's the boss when i'm away. I take his hand and lead him upto my room,hes grinning the whole way. We fuck thats it nothing more nothing less all i want is to cum it was never like that with jack. I cum and pulled out straight after oliver whines &lt;br /&gt;"but spikey babe i wasn't done" &lt;br /&gt;"So finished yourself off" I reply before getting up and dressed, of corse he does as he's told he knows better then to disobay me. I go out for a walk and light a cig on the way, i think about my life thats all i do when i'm alone. I'd give anything to see jack again those eyes that smile the smile he only gave to me, i can't help but let a tear fall at the memories. I learned a few days later after i beat the shit out of them that harry had died, jack was heartbroken so i had hurd. I look up and out of the corner of my eye i see that greatcoat the long lovely greatcoat. I run over and see it's jack i launch myself into his arms and let the tears fall, he hugs back for a secound before pushing me away, i look at him wondering i got to speack but bang he's fist in my face.&lt;br /&gt;"Stay away from me spike!" came the harsh words from jack as he was walking away. I was already on the floor. I looked after him through blood and tears and whisper"Forever yours jack" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The end&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>angelmouse666 @ 2007-12-12T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-12T21:19:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-12T21:33:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">title: a day in the life of alex jones&lt;br /&gt;pairs: alex/andy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="more here"&gt;a day in the life of alex jones&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ( alex/andy part 1/?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;alex woke up one morning a dicided he was going to do somthing different with his life, He didn't want to want to work at the nursary anymore he wanted to do somting better with his life. He went to the local university and found out what grades you needed to enroll on the corse. He always wanted to be a csi every since he was a little boy his father didn't think he was bright enough but his brother ianto had faith in him even&amp;nbsp; when he didnt have faith in himself. Alex went out that after noon and got the books he needed and his time table for the classes is was taking , he got home and sat at the table to study. After a few hours of studying he decided to go out for a breather a little club he went to where hardley anyone went, but what he didnt know was tonight he was going to meet the man of his dreams. He got dressed in a blicker glittery shirt and black jeans he spiked his hair up with some gel grabbed his keys and then went. He got there after about 10 minutes of walking he went inside he ordered a beer and sat down in the corner at the back where he usally did even tho he had came out as bi a few years earlier he didnt really asmit it in bars. He was to wrapped up in his thoughts to notice that someone had come over when he had realised he smiled sweetly and looked up.&lt;br /&gt;" Is this seat taken?" a tall handsome guy asked&lt;br /&gt;" no it's not" alex smiled and took a sip of his beer&lt;br /&gt;" Do you come here often? i mean i havn't seen you around"&lt;br /&gt;" nah i havn't been in here in a while i'v been busy with work" alex smiled sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;"oh i thought not i knew i would remeber a guy like you."&lt;br /&gt;alex blushed abit. "And whys that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well come on you can't tell me half this club hasnt hit on you?"&lt;br /&gt;" actully they haven't"&lt;br /&gt;"now i find that very hard to belive would you like to dance?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure i'd love to...... i'm alex by the way"&lt;br /&gt;" andy" he smiled slightly and led alex to the dance floor, the dj was playing a slowl song as a reqeast for another couple there they had just been married. andy pulled alex close and started to dance with him slowly. alex looked over at some guys pointing at them and laughing he felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;" you know if this is a joke you can just leave now becouse its not nice to play tricks on people you know they have feelings." alex stepped back from him a saw a grin across andys face. "i have to go" alex moved away and to the door running off into the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i'v posted it here because i think people might like it theres alot of mistakes but its my first attempt at andy and alex fic most people wont know who alex is becouse hes a person a made up i'll post his bio on my journal if any bodys interested please be nice i'v not been writing very long thanks alot angelmouse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i do already have a beta the lovly bloff16&amp;nbsp; i might write more if people like it but maybe not depends on how meny good comments i get thanks alot angelmouse pleaseeeeeeeee be niceeeeee.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="more here"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>a poem for kim (bloff16)</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T21:47:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T21:47:03Z</updated>
    <category term="poem"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;kim you make we laugh and somtimes make me cry&lt;br /&gt;i'v after asked myself and often&amp;nbsp;wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;when you not online i get rather sad&lt;br /&gt;its gets so bad in somtimes makes me mad&lt;br /&gt;your so amazing i forget myself when your around&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;how far we've come has mad me proud&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i write this to&amp;nbsp; tell you your my world&lt;br /&gt;and to also let you know that your my one and only girl&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much it sometimes hurts&lt;br /&gt;that i cant be with you when times get worse&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i love you so much that my heart only beats for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm not with you it makes me feel blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok my first attempt at poutry please dont me mean kim i love you)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>death in the moon</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T20:12:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T20:12:07Z</updated>
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    <category term="alex"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;title:death in the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;pairs: alex/lupin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;summary: alexs world ends&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;note: very short but i cried the whole way through &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="clicky"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death in the moon&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Moony had lied with me for six amazing years and i'v&lt;br /&gt;never lived without him,well that is untill now.&lt;br /&gt;It's been two long weeks since his death an god i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;I havn't washed his clothes,changed our sheets or let&lt;br /&gt;go of his pjs. Most of my time is spent at his grave side &lt;br /&gt;laying down fresh flowers and talking because somehow&lt;br /&gt;i think he can hear me, sad isn't it a 23 year old missing his lover.&lt;br /&gt;We was going to get married even maybe adopt, have you ever been so much&lt;br /&gt;apart of someone you don't no wherethey begin?.&lt;br /&gt;I dont sleep in our bed my bed is now the sofa because the beds still messy the&lt;br /&gt;way he liked it. I look up at the moon he dreaded so much every month&lt;br /&gt;and i see his face staring at me with love in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;as if telling me i'll be fine. My world ended that day &lt;br /&gt;seeing him laying lifeless in the rubble that when my world&lt;br /&gt;ended.my lifes in ruins evern now, i teach his class&lt;br /&gt;at hogwarts now i'm 3 and i have nothing not one thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's kills me when people ask about him and how i am &lt;br /&gt;when all i really wanna do if brake down a cry but i can't&lt;br /&gt;he would want me to. I see couples everyday in the street&lt;br /&gt;an i wish it was me and moony. When i see them holding&lt;br /&gt;hands and laughing i think of moony every time with out&lt;br /&gt;a doubt. I remeber in school all over my texts books&lt;br /&gt;was *I love remus lupin* about a thousend times i look at&lt;br /&gt;them now and my world crumbles. remus lupin gone but never forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;So now i look up at the moon and i see his face i see death in the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:2913</id>
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    <title>spike qoutes</title>
    <published>2007-09-27T21:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-27T21:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i hope you like them i found them funny as hell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="read more behind the cut "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="7"&gt;&lt;p&gt;spike qoutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(the ones in red are evil spike black is normal spike)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;1&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;.Spike: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Spike: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Spike: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Spike: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. Wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt! I caught her on a park bench, making out with a chaos demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting. She only did it to hurt me. So I said, 'I'm not putting up with this anymore.' And she said, 'Fine!' And I said, 'Yeah, I've got an unlife, you know!' And then she said... she said we could still be friends. God, I'm so unhappy! &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Spike: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"Yeah, o.k. Sorry. But I just had no idea that gods were such prancing lightweights. Mark my words: the Slayer is going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass back to whatever place would take a cheap, whorish, fashion-victim, ex-god like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"I do the work. I do the digging. Fight off the Slayer. Drive to L.A. Hire the help. And what do I get? Royally screwed is what! Well, that cinches it. No more partners. From now on, I'm my own man. Lone wolf. Sole survivor. Look out! Here comes Spike! The biggest, baddest mother... aaagh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike, "In the Dark"&lt;/b&gt;"Why? Cos you're Angel, Vamp Detective now? Ooo. I'm so scared. What's next? Vampire cowboy? Vampire fireman? Oh! Vampire ballerina!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike, "In the Dark"&lt;/b&gt;"Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace... Part of you is desperate to know... What's it like? Where does it lead you?Now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch she didn't throw or the kick she didn't land. She merely wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike to Buffy, "Fool For Love"&lt;/b&gt;"What's this? Sitting around watching the telly while there's evil still afoot? It's not very industrious of you. I say, we go out there, and kick a little demon ass. What, can't go without your Buffy? Is that it? Too chicken? Let's find her. She is the Chosen One, after all. Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty. Let's annihilate them. For justice, and for the safety of puppies, and Christmas. Oh, come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike, "Doomed"&lt;/b&gt;"We like to talk big, vampires do. 'I'm going to destroy the world' - it's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is I like this world. You've got dog racing, Manchester United... and you've got people. Billions of people walking around like happy meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester Bloody Square. You know what I'm saying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike, "Becoming Part II"&lt;/b&gt;"How can I thank you, you mysterious black clad hunk of a night thing? - No need, little lady. Your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire but love and a pesky curse defanged me. And now, I'm just a biiig fluffy puppy with baaad teeth. No, not the hair, never the hair. - But there must be some way I can show my appreciation... - No! Helping those in need's my job...and working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough. - I understand, I have a nephew who's gay, so.... - Say no more...evil's still afoot, and I'm almost out of that nancyboy hairgel I like so much. Quickly, to the Angelmobile...away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spike, "Into The Dark"&lt;/b&gt; Buffy: "I kill your kind." Spike: "And I bite yours. So why don't I want to bite you? And why am I fighting other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy. On a mission of redemption. I help the hopeless. I'm a vampire with a soul!"&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: "Oh my God, 'a vampire with a soul'? How lame is that?" - Tabula Rasa&lt;/b&gt;Right about the time you became so pig-headed. You have your way with him, you'll never get to destroy the world. And I don't fancy spending the next month trying to get librarian out of the carpet. There are other ways. &lt;/b&gt;I'm really glad I came here, you know? I've been all wrongheaded about this. Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else. I want Dru back, I've just gotta be the man I was, the man she loved. I'm gonna do what I shoulda done in the first place: I'll find her, wherever she is, tie her up, torture her until she likes me again. Love's a funny thing. &lt;/b&gt;You were my sire, man! You were my... Yoda. &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>thingy</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T22:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-17T22:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. Do you have a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;2. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat with your hands or utensils?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you dream at night?&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever seen a corpse?&lt;br /&gt;7.George Strait or Jay Z?&lt;br /&gt;8. How did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE EQUALLY INTERESTING PART...&lt;br /&gt;9. Whats your philosophy on life and death?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you trust the police?&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like Country music?&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your fondest memory of me?&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you cheat ?&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever peed in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?&lt;br /&gt;19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?&lt;br /&gt;20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;22. What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;25. What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever done drugs?&lt;br /&gt;27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?</content>
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    <title>picture</title>
    <published>2007-08-11T20:45:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-11T20:45:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just some pictures i drew today and of my hair that got highlighted today &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;pictures here &lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\alexianto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\jack.spike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\glyn.anwen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\My Documents\My Pictures\carwyn.eira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\My Documents\My Pictures\anna.liam.missy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\harry.ron.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\tammys stuff\my new hair.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\tammys stuff\my new hair 2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="C:\Documents and Settings\bill\Desktop\tammys stuff\my new hair and nat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>my pet bob</title>
    <published>2007-08-07T19:46:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-07T19:46:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;bunnyhero pet="PET" start="START"&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:1849</id>
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    <title>angelmouse666 @ 2007-08-03T21:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T20:08:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T20:08:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey i found this and thought i'd show everyone what i found about james masters role in tw season two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain John glides into Cardiff through the rift. He's keen to hook up with Jack ( in more ways than one) and revive past escapades shared when they were Time Agents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack learns that the Time Agency is defunct and scattered with nobody monitoring anything any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is a reflection of the character Jack once was - flamboyant, cheeky, deadly and very sexy - and he refuses to accept that Jack has either changed or moved on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all this drama with Captain John trying to coax Jack away and in the process doing his best to kill, maim and disillusion the Torchwood team, Gwen, Owen, Toshiko and Ianto have to come to terms with the return of Captain Jack to Cardiff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be warned .... you'll need a chart to keep track of who kisses who in this episode.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>angelmouse666 @ 2007-07-12T23:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-12T22:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-12T22:29:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">title: expect the unexpected&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimers: not&amp;nbsp; mine rtds&lt;br /&gt;note: credit to bloff 16 who helped me throught it&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Expect the unexpected.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;When Jack came back to Torchwood he didn't expect to only see Tosh inside the Hub, or even sitting in his office with a glass of whisky in hand so he walked up to her making her look up when she heard his boots and push her dark hair out of her face. "Tosh, where is everyone?" Jack asked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Tosh looked at Jack. "They're in the hospital, but Gwen is dead Jack, she died and we couldn't stop her." Tosh looked down into the glass once more, trying to will the tears away so Jack wouldn't see them. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Jack was shocked to say the least, but part of him was telling him he should have expected it, the team wasn't nearly as good as he wanted them to be. It made him want to knock all the sense into them as he could but instead he just walked up to Tosh and put an arm around her. "Why are they in the hospital, shouldn't you be there trying to comfort them?" &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Tosh could only shake her head. "Ianto's in theatre and Owen still isn't responding to anything, the doctors think he might die." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Jack looked at her properly this time; trying to think of reasons Ianto would have been out in the field. "Tosh, what happened?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"There was something going on and we went to check out the readings we were getting from the place, we had to take Ianto because you were gone and we got there but the readings vanished as soon as we entered the building. Next thing we knew there were purple bolts of energy hitting the walls next to us, a couple hit Gwen and she feel, before they hit Ianto and Owen." Tosh said, wiping her face with the back of her hand to get rid of the tears that had strayed out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"How did you get out alright when the others got hurt?"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"I feel over a piece of wood and landed hard, they must have thought one of their bolts had hit me." Tosh replied sniffing back a few more tears so Jack went over to her and hugged her. Wanting nothing more than to comfort his friend who in turn cried harder than she had since she had met Mary. Tosh couldn't find it in herself &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;to stop crying, Jack offered such a good comfort for her and anyone he met. Tosh couldn't remember why she was crying when she fell asleep on his shoulder, still curled up around him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Jack lifted Tosh up and laid her across the sofa, he went and got a blanket and put it over her to keep her warm. Jack looked out over the Hub and sensed the loneliness the Hub seemed to pick up when the team weren't around joking or working. It was so quiet he felt shivers going up his spine. When he came back they were meant to shout at him, not be dead or in hospital. So Jack went to the room under his office and slept. He slept for the first time in ages. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Tosh went up to Jack, face wet with fresh tears and eyes downcast. Jack looked at her a couple of times before leading her into his chair and lifting her chin to meet his eyes as he crouched down in front of her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"What is it Tosh?" Jack asked her hoping on a life that it wasn't bad news and the tears were tears of joy. But his hopes were shattered mere minutes after them being born. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"The Hospital phoned, they said Owen died just after half four this morning." Tosh couldn't help as fresh tears made their way down over the already tear stained cheeks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Jack looked down, he'd lost to many people in his time to be fazed by losing one more. But Owen's death had hit him hard it was like someone punched him in the gut, yeah Owen had been an asshole but he had been good at what he had done, maybe that was what made it so painful. But Tosh hadn't finished. "Jack, they couldn't save Ianto either. He died of blood loss halfway through the operation. They couldn't close the wound in time." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;His Ianto was gone. He should have known something like this would happen. "Take the day off, go rest and see your family." Jack stood up and walked out the office, followed by Tosh who looked a little nervous. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"Jack, do you not think you need someone here to look after you right now?" Tosh asked, her voice barely a whisper.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"No Tosh I don't but you do now go and see that family I hear nothing about." Jack turned to her and pointed to the door. Tosh didn't look like she would give up but she did, she nodded her head and walked out, looking back at him a couple of times before going out of sight. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;With that out of the way, Jack made his way back to his office and picked up his gun, which he had placed there before sleeping. He made his way down to the shooting range and looked at the targets remembering the way he taught his team how to shoot and the times they practiced as he watched on silently. So he cleaned his gun and put in a few rounds before shooting the targets one at a time, making them seem like a bad guy in all this mess. He looked in his gun at the end, finding one spare round so as he looked around and saw no one there, he put his gun up under his chin just like Suzie had done out on the Plass and shot himself. He shot himself to make things seem peaceful and quiet. To stop the pain for a little while. And to be at peace with himself, and the darkness. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:1481</id>
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    <title>mood</title>
    <published>2007-06-20T23:14:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-20T23:14:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">mood: sleepy</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:angelmouse666:1046</id>
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    <title>angelmouse666 @ 2007-05-13T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-13T22:10:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-13T22:10:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;Title: Exacution &lt;br /&gt;Author: Angelmouse666 &lt;br /&gt;Rating/Warning: PG-13/ Character death &lt;br /&gt;Summary: when Jack and IAnto are caputered, theres only one way out &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to the BBC and RTD &lt;br /&gt;A/N: This was betaed by phantomreviewer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;read more ~~~~~~~~~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jack sat there with the limp form of his lover in his lap, he couldn’t believe he had had to shoot him. Jack knew he had made a promise to Ianto one day that he would kill him, but he wasn’t actually going to do it. Ianto had begged him. Jack couldn’t help but think on what had happened that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of the day… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was watching his lover wake up slowly while his alarm on his phone was going off, the younger man lifted a hand out and batted the phone on the floor and started groaning and muttering in welsh until the perky tune stopped, he then turned round and banged his head on Jack’s. Jack couldn’t stop laughing, his head hurt and Ianto was swearing at him in welsh and English until he opened his eyes and saw Jack rubbing his head did Ianto start laughing. Jack had decided it was time for extreme measures when the Welshman couldn’t stop laughing so Jack rolled his lover onto his back, determined to make the younger man give out noises that weren’t due to laughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they had got to work, they were immediately put on a call and seeing as it was just Jack and Ianto, it turned out the pair of them had to go together. When they got to the scene, it looked like they would have needed the whole team as it was a lot of aliens today, Jack turned to Ianto, and Ianto looked petrified. It seemed that he had seen them things before, but before Jack could ask they had descended and were pulling some sort of gun out, Jack put his arms around Ianto trying to protect him, but when two of the aliens came up to them and pried them away from each other, Jack could see the fear rolling off of Ianto. The last thing he saw before he was knocked out was Ianto getting hit on the head with that gun off theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he woke up, he noticed that he was in a small red room. There was no sign of Ianto, this day couldn’t get any worse, he thought to himself. Jack got up and started to inspect the room, it had a window, which was painted black and a door. That was it, no bed or any other type of things to sit on. So Jack sat down again, he couldn’t stop his mind wondering to Ianto and what them things must be doing to the Welshman, and how Ianto had known them, Jack figured it must have been from Torchwood one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ianto woke up he realised he was strapped to a table. He took a look at his surroundings and noticed he was in a small room; the walls were white and had strange red patterns on them, when he looked at the door he saw a figure standing behind it, watching him. The person then entered the room when they saw that he was alert. It looked like a human except it had violet coloured skin and had several antennas coming out of its neck. Ianto knew the race, he had seen them at Torchwood One, they were deadly and made you turn against your friends, and many people had died, although they had never found out the name of that race of beings. It was holding a small rectangular object and had it hovering over his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had been sat in his room for 2 hours, he had even counted the minutes on his watch, although he did have to cheat and use his wrist device a couple of times. So he had decided to just sit down and figure a way out of the place but every time he did that, his mind wondered over Ianto’s expression when they had been cornered; he could remember the fear and recognition in those deep blue eyes, he kept thinking that if Ianto had seen these things before then he could get out, both of them. Ianto would know how to defeat them. He leaned back so he was lying down on the floor; he closed his eyes and started to think on the things he could’ve missed in reports or in Ianto’s own file. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ianto woke up for a second time, he felt oddly different and he didn’t like it. Then he thought that they had changed him like some of his old friends in London but then, he was like them then the aliens would have let him go. He then saw the same on he saw earlier come back in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?” He asked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are the Gresa. And we know who you are, we have seen you before,” it came closer to him, now a needle type of thing in its hand. “I won’t lie to you; this will hurt quite a bit.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ianto tried to squirm away but the straps were doing there job and keeping him in place. The Gresian brought the needle to his neck and injected him with the stuff that was inside it, he couldn’t help the scream of pain that escaped his lips before passing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was still on the floor when a figure came to his door, it looked human but he knew from experience that looks can be deceiving. He got up and went behind the door, in the hope to get whoever was out there in his grip, so when the door opened and the figure came in Jack took hold of it, one arm around it’s throat and the other around it’s middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you, and what have you done to Ianto!” He shouted at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Ianto, Jack now let go of me!” Jack let his grip loosen and was then thrown to the ground by Ianto; he was that shocked he couldn’t stop Ianto from straddling him but the glint in the young man’s eyes told Jack everything. It wasn’t Ianto in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have to die Jack, you have to die forever, and they know you can’t die that’s why they sent me here. I have to end your life; it’s for the sake of humanity.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I don’t think so.” Jack then, using all his strength managed to flip them around so he was on top of Ianto. He leant down and kissed him, hoping it would bring him back to reality, it did because when he looked into Ianto’s eyes he saw the man he knew. He got off the Welshman and sat on the floor. Ianto just looked at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jack, you have to kill me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What! Your better now!” Jack was startled with this news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I’m not Jack, it injected me with something, the madness will just come back, I’ve seen this before and there’s no other way!” Ianto shouted &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t Ianto, I don’t have a gun!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do,” Ianto pulled out a gun from his back pocket; it was small enough to fit the palm of his hand. “You have to Jack, do it for me, I don’t want to do anything bad.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ianto, do you know what happens when you die, where you go?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, there’s nothing, just blackness I was there Suzie came back.” Ianto said as he tried to hold back tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack took a shuddering breath and took the gun from Ianto, he then pointed it at Ianto’s heart, he didn’t want it to hurt so much, and seeing as he knew where getting shot hurts, he also knew where it didn’t hurt so much and where it would be quick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do it Jack, I need you to do this, this one last thing.” Ianto begged, tears now flowing freely down his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were never a part-time shag Ianto, I just wanted you to know.” Jack saw the smile on Ianto’s face and decided it was then. He pulled the trigger and saw Ianto fall to the ground, dead before he hit it and still with a small smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jack came out of the memories of the day, he realised he had to do something, even if it wasn’t save Ianto, it was to kill whoever had made him want to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>lube contract</title>
    <published>2007-04-27T23:37:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-27T23:37:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;my first fic b nice&amp;nbsp; disclamers : not mine bbc&amp;nbsp; rating: adult&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; cos of porn&amp;nbsp; summery: getting ianto to sign sounds easy enoguh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack. sitting in his office looking down at the hub starts to go through some paper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walks through the door " coffie sir "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. "yan&amp;nbsp; its after hours u can call me jack and no i dont want a coffie but theres somthing i'd. like from u" walks forward and fulls over the bin&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. giggles "&amp;nbsp; and wts that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. " noone saw that&amp;nbsp; and u no wt "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " no jack i dont ur gonna have to fill me in "&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. " dont worry i intent to "&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " oh do u now"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j." yes i do" walks over an starts to kiss his neck&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " i hope this isnt so u can get me to sign that stupid contract i found on ur desk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. " no its not&amp;nbsp; how can u think that" acts schocked&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. "better not b" tilts his head to allow jack more access&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.&amp;nbsp;kisses down his neck moving his hand into his pants and over his ass&amp;nbsp; starts to circle around his hole&amp;nbsp; the slowly insirts one of his fingers&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. winces " JACK WTH HAPPEND TO THE LUBE "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. "maybe if u signed that contract we'd have some now wouldnt we&amp;nbsp;" stops intil ianto&amp;nbsp; gets ussed to it then starts to thrust in gently&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. moans gently&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. starts to undo his shirt with his other hand&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. still moan as he slips down jacks braces and&amp;nbsp; undoes his shirt&amp;nbsp; as he removes it and throws it across the room he moves down to his pants&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. pulls out his finger&amp;nbsp; and smiles taking off iantos shirt&amp;nbsp; pants and boxers&amp;nbsp;grins as he cs iantos cock&amp;nbsp; walks behind him now hes free of all clothes and&amp;nbsp; bends ianto pver the desk&amp;nbsp; " u ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " ready as ill ever b " grips the table&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. enters him roughly&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " AGAIN NO FUCKING LUBE I HATE U "&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j." no u dont u love me&amp;nbsp; smirks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. starts to groan as jack gets faster and harder &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. gets faster and harder&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. laying on the floor it jacks arms "never again u here me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. " do u mean no more sex or not without lube&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. " not without lube" smiles&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j. " well " pulls out the contract from undernether them&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. "oh fine give me the damn thing " finds a pen and signs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J smirks " c i always get me own way&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I " well dont get used&amp;nbsp; to it "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j." oh btw ianto will u marry me&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>hi</title>
    <published>2007-02-16T23:50:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-16T23:50:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hey can&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; anyone tell me where i can find the captain my captain display picture cos i cant find it</content>
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