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Title: Room 35, which cost $45
Pairing: Dylan/Cole Sprouse, duh.
Fandom: The Suite Life on Deck RPF

( warning: incest )

Mastering my studies bit by bit! Slow like a snail but making progress none the less! 8D

Seeing as I already spammed you with Finnish stuff you didn't understand, I thought why not spam you with Norwegian you (probably) don't understand? ;) (Also, isegrim_chan asked for it! Wahaha!)

In class we're reading a children's book at the moment. It's about the outsider Johannes Jensen. Who also is a crocodile.

Anyway, we got the task to describe his leilighet (flat, for you non-Norwegian speaking persons ;D). So there you go...

( Okay, I put it behind a cut so you can ignore it if you want to! xD )

It took me way to long to write that... xD *coughs*


Und mal nebenbei hier eine bemerkenswerte Begebenheit. ;) Es verwirrt mich irgendwie mit welcher Selbstverständlichkeit die Leute hier das Wort "Bulette" benutzen. Sogar die Norwegischlehrerin, wie neulich passiert. Es ging um fiskeboller und als Übersetzung meinte die Lehrerin "Also eine Fischbulette!". Da schaut mich Patrick der neben mir sitzt total irritiert an, "Sie meint 'Frikadelle', oder?!" Da hab ich mich mal verstanden gefühlt. xD

ETA: Fiskeboll song! We actually sang that in class...

Author:  kellen_eires
Fandom:  Wild Wild West (movieverse)
Warnings:  NC-17, Jim/Artie
Summary:  Jim West makes a discovery, too much liquor is imbibed, and a desk is defiled.

 Comments are love <3

http://kellen-eires.livejournal.com/315.html

Goldie Locks
Disclaimer:  Fiction.
Author: Aphrodite
Fandom: 'Nsyncslash (Real People Slash)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Twisted adaptation of the classic children’s tale.
Warnings: Non-con/abuse; violence/death

Goldie Locks

As the rain crashed onto the ground, he lay ever so still on his bed. Sheets clutched tightly, pulled to his chin. His eyes fixated on the tediously ticking second hand of the clock, dreading what the night would unfold. He shifted his body slightly. His eyes wavered from the clock to the dresser by his bed. He stretched his arm to open the dresser. He snaked his hand inside the dresser, sensing the cold, metal object under his touch. Tonight, he made the decision to end all this pain. Tonight would be the night. Tomorrow would be no more.


Closing Notes: To read all my other fics, visit Aphrodite's Labyrinth.  I'm slowly adding all of my fics there. In the meantime, visit  here for stories inspired by current muse, Jason Castro.