Vamps & Weres Appreciation Thread

[MattLegion]

io spero di aver capito male...

spiegatemi voi com'è possibile che un uomo bello da impazzire e morire nello stesso momento che ha 35 anni abbia avuto la sua prima volta nel 2008 ovvero 4 anni fa, a 31 ANNI ed essere durato solo 8 secondi... 

ma soprattutto come ha fatto a conservarsi fino ai 31 

io fossi satata nelle sue vicine ci avrei provato quando aveva 14 anni 

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 secondi 

Stava scherzando chickie!

Il racconto di come ha perso la verginità è altrettanto esilarante però...c'era da qualche parte, ora non ricordo dove...

Io l'ho letto con molta gioia  , mi pare di averlo trovato sul sito semi-ufficiale di dyo 

Sicuramente tra le FAQ 

[henry712]

O tra le FUCK.

 

[SoEllis]

Il nuovo trailer di "13":
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810075356/video/26613899

uh..roulette russa di gruppo..mi gusta. poi c'è sam riley. e speriamo un bel po' di askars. =D

comunque io l'allegra storiella non l'ho letta.  devo cercarla subito xD

[milmilmil]

Uh! Mi pare che 13 possa essere indiscutibilmente figherrimo.

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 secondi  

credo stesse scherzando

Sìsì, peraltro è una battuta estremamente triste

Il racconto di come ha perso la verginità è altrettanto esilarante però...c'era da qualche parte, ora non ricordo dove...

Il link col suo racconto era questo, ma a quanto pare è defunto. Quindi, a imperitura memoria di pollaio, copincollo da un blog di chiara impronta gallinica:

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.

(Se non erro il pezzo proviene da un libro in cui diverse "star" svedesolandiche raccontavano la loro prima volta, e l'ha tradotto un qualche pollo dyo-filo. Ora, non so se l'aneddoto è vero o Askars se l'è inventato per non svelarci che è successo da ubriaco e non ne ha memoria, ma... almeno sappiamo che Dyo sa scrivere. E che dura 10 secondi, non 8)

[Sweet_Cele]

Quella ragazza aveva capito tutto dalla vita comunque. Quanta invidia. Che siano stati 10 secondi o 6 ore è sempre di Dyo che stiano parlando!! :pirurì:


EW

[Sweet_Cele]

  che sguardo

(clicca per mostrare/nascondere)

EDIT: io sono SERIAMENTE preoccupata.

[*pavlov*]

Uh! Mi pare che 13 possa essere indiscutibilmente figherrimo.

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 secondi  

credo stesse scherzando

Sìsì, peraltro è una battuta estremamente triste

Il racconto di come ha perso la verginità è altrettanto esilarante però...c'era da qualche parte, ora non ricordo dove...

Il link col suo racconto era questo, ma a quanto pare è defunto. Quindi, a imperitura memoria di pollaio, copincollo da un blog di chiara impronta gallinica:

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.

(Se non erro il pezzo proviene da un libro in cui diverse "star" svedesolandiche raccontavano la loro prima volta, e l'ha tradotto un qualche pollo dyo-filo. Ora, non so se l'aneddoto è vero o Askars se l'è inventato per non svelarci che è successo da ubriaco e non ne ha memoria, ma... almeno sappiamo che Dyo sa scrivere. E che dura 10 secondi, non 8)

Ma vi rendete conto?? Dyo scrive pure bene!! I was a man and I smiled at a woman. Awwww 
 
Chickie ti ricordi bene comunque, varie star svedesie hanno partecipato a questo libro raccontando storie personali di amore e sesso. I proventi sono andati in beneficenza ecc ecc
Comunque non so perchè ma ricordavo che la verginità Dyo l'avesse persa a 12 anni (ma perchè??  ), invece ne aveva 15, un'età già più accettabile.

[Julieth33]

ok, pollaio ho un enorme dono per voi

(clicca per mostrare/nascondere)

I love you, chick!

Sto fissando questa gif in loop da più o meno dieci minuti e tutte le volte che parte mi chiedo se, magari, per sbaglio la tenda della doccia cade o viene portata via da un uragano lasciandoci vedere così per intero la figura Dyvina 


Ragazze non prendete impegni per il periodo 31 agosto - 2 settembre 2012

Why? http://trueblood.myblog.it/archive/2011/09/15/annunciato-il-primo-ospite-di-true-blood-alla-night-itacon-2.html Per ora è confermato solo Godric ma se dovesse presenziare Dyo 

[greysanatomyfans]

se ci vanno dyo kristin e joe potrei fuggire di casa per andarci 

[SoEllis]

oh beh, se ci fosse Dyo a bologna penso che mi accamperei a casa di un mio amico che sta lì già una settimana prima e piazzerei telecamere per tutta la città in modo da identificarlo il prima possibile e correre da lui xD

[ellio86]

 
beh, per lui correrei a bologna subito! non sono mai andata ad acclamare qualcuno, ma lui merita 

[Rosatigre]

Oddio ragazze ma questo video ??? 

[Sweet_Cele]

non l'avevi ancora visto?? è favolosamente trash 

[Rosatigre]

Ahahahah no, non l'avevo mai visto.

TRASH A PALATE

[milmilmil]

e appena un po' stalker.
Mi accamperei volentieri nei pressi della NightIta, ma i prezzi della convention sembrano proibitivi!
Per un salasso del genere Godric mi sa che non basta ...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.

MA CHE EEEE'?????????????