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True Blood / Re: TrueBlood Vs Twilight
« il: 3 dicembre 2011, 21:01:38 »tutta la considerazione che avevo per pattinson

quale considerazione???
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tutta la considerazione che avevo per pattinson

Mi siete mancate, pollette. E questa è la gif definitiva:

eh, l'amore duraturo, quello forte che quando finisce non ti lascia la forza di alzarti dal letto.
muoiohhhgli asciugamani caldi e le bevande al cetriolo agli affiliati

io come faccio sempre coi suoi film sto aspettando che esca il dvd in modo da potermelo gustare in originale

io propongo un karma party! VI AMO POLLI![]()
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so much

Se me lo mette in mano, non gli bastano gli avvocati del berlusca per riprenderselo
Quanto mi siete mancati, y'all! Per farmi perdonare, vi dico che...
poi stamattina arriva il Sogno.
No, chick, hai vinto. Sto crepando dalle risate.
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ti prego mil, crea una pagina facebook del pollaio con il tuo account farlocco!!
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Sto morendo dal ridere!
follemente.
Sweet, dammi un paio di giorni che riemergo da esami&deliri vari e giuro che lo faccio.
Sarà la fine della nostra dignità. 
Comunque non credo proprio che alla NightCon vengano i protagonisti principali, anche per gli altri attori di serie fantasy stanno chiamando personaggi di seconda/terza categoria

Intendi la Jus ?? perchè li ci sono sempre stati tuttiHa ragione flapa alla Jus in bello ci sono stati praticamente tutti sia quest'anno che il precendente, da Jensen Ackles in giù
Cmq i prezzi della NighCon non sono esagerati secondo me, però ci andrei solo se viene Lafayette o Sam.. mi accontento anche di jesus![]()
Cqm il salasso per la Nighcon troverebbe giustificazione solo se ci fosse dyo possibilmente con Pam
...ci faremo arrestare, lo so. 


...già la Bauer e Lala mi interesserebbero di più. E a naso direi che un Sam potrebbe anche presenziare. In caso di estrema fortuna dei partecipanti, poi, al limite Bisteccone: magari per via delle origini vagamente italiane un pensierino ce lo fa. Sulla presenza di Dyo ho serissimi dubbi
(ad esempio, alla convention organizzata dai Supernatural-maniaci non c'erano mica il bello e il bestio, che io sappia, ma solo Castiel e Bobby, no?) EDIT: io sono SERIAMENTE preoccupata.

Fulminéscion time: ma perché il fantasma di René parla con accento cajun, se sappiamo benissimo che era finto?
Perchè era f*tt*tamente figo?
You're damn rite.
Non vi fa venire la pelle d'oca la musica di Russell?
Da 0:24 in poi...
Di giUoia, però, non di paura
no dai,ho capito male vero? cioè sicuramente intendeva come prima volta sul set e che non è riuscito a girare la scena per più di 8 secondicredo stesse scherzando

Il racconto di come ha perso la verginità è altrettanto esilarante però...c'era da qualche parte, ora non ricordo dove...
With manhood and lost virginity follow a distaste for karate movies
Alexander Skarsgård 22 May 2002
Malin came from Gustavsberg, wore pink mascara, smelled from Date perfume and could put a whole packet of Hubba Bubba with licorice flavor in her mouth.
I came from Södermalm, admired MacGyver, wore a bomber jacket indoors and shaved every day to make my beard start growing. It was late in the summer of 1991 and it was around ten in the evening. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. Malin and her friends sat lined up in the white leather couch while me and my friends were pushed together around the dining table which was situated at a comforting distance to the girls. Micke and Johan broke the embarrassing silence when they started wrestling on the floor. I felt good when something finally was happening and we all watched the wrestling match with excitement. The far heavier Micke immediately got the upper hand but the wrestling match came to a sudden stop when the combatants happened to roll over on Sara’s sprained foot. Sara suffered, Micke and Johan blushed and Malin, whose mum was a nurse, held a detailed lecture on the importance of keeping a sprained foot still. Putte, who loved to discuss, broke Malin’s lecture off. He claimed that his mum was a foot doctor and that a sprained foot on the contrary should be active. Wild debate arose.
I myself had no opinion on sprained feet so I went into Malin’s room and put on a Roxette record. Soon Micke came in and asked me if we could share a beer he nicked from his brother. We felt terribly cool sitting there sipping beer like Micke’s brother and his pals used to do. Micke turned up the volume on the stereo in the hopes that some of the girls would come in and see how cool we were. Soon Emma came in to ask us to turn it down. When she saw us drinking alcohol she started crying terribly and called us alcoholics. Micke comforted her and said that he could control his drinking (which, a few years later, he proved that he definitely couldn’t). Emma accepted this and she and Micke started making out.
Pretty soon they became breathless and we played Super Mario Bros. instead. Micke had just won when an excited Johan came barging in and told us that they were playing truth or dare in Malin’s mum’s bed. Anyone who has played truth or dare knows that it’s a wonderful game, because you get to hear a lot of half true dirty stories and you get to, most importantly, make out. A few seconds later I had joined the others in the bed. The half truths were already pouring out. Erik claimed, among others, that he had a girlfriend on Öland. This was a kindly put halftruth. Erik had certainly fallen in love with a girl he had seen in Borgholm some months earlier. The problem was just that she never saw him.
Soon I got my first question. It was Malin who wondered how many I had had sex with. Some critical seconds followed. Should I tell about my innocence or should I act experienced? I answered eight. The summer before Lisen Jacobsen had shown me her bare breasts on a rapeseed field in Denmark, but we had definitely not slept with each other. So eight was probably more of a lie than a half truth. The guys, who knew I lied, nodded in agreement, the same way I did when they stretched the truth a little. The game went on for some time and then it died slowly down. One by one went out of the game.
Some went out and checked out a karate movie in the living room and others started to whip up chocolate mousse in the kitchen. Soon me and Malin were alone in the bed.
- What do we do now?
- I don`t know, I answered really fast.
We were both into making out a little, but I was way too scared to take any initiative. We had certainly made out a few times during the game, but it was way harder now when we were alone in the enormous bed. Malin saved me by asking if I had tried the new lip gloss with strawberry taste. I answered no and Malin pressed her glossed, strawberry tasting lips against mine. We kissed for approximately as long as the strawberry taste lasted, then she whispered:
- Let’s do it.
I got all sweaty and felt dizzy. Malin continued:
- But be careful. I’ve never done it before.
The emotions sprayed out of my ears. Joy that I might be the first one among my friends who would loose my virginity and terror that I might fail and that Malin would see through my lie about my earlier experiences. Both my hopes and my fears came true. We had sex in the end and I was the first one among my friends. But Malin probably started wondering when I happened when I ruined two condoms before I even had them on. And when I tried to enter her somewhere between her knee and her hip she was pretty convinced that my earlier experiences were made up. She helped me and I found the right place.
Ten seconds later we were lying next to each other looking up in the ceiling.
- It was the first time for you too, right?
I lay silent a while but realized that I could not cover another lie.
- Yes, I answered embarrassed.
- Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others.
She smiled at me and I smiled back. We were lying there in the weak light from the billboard on the other side of the street and smiled at each other. I was a man and I smiled at a woman. And on the other side of the bedroom door the snotty little kids were making chocolate mousse and watching a karate movie.
