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The comment was post on my thoughts about: Some Fiction things against the law. Here is the comment: Seems like the people in the goverment have nothing better to do, than enforcing laws which make no sense. They should be looking for ways to stop the terrorism, ways to fight the clima warming and fight against poverty. But no, they want to to forbid us to write fanfictions. If this keeps up, then we will have to ask permission to even go to the toilet.
My reply: Completely agreed with this comment waste of time, crazy. Should use there time stopping things like Terrorism, etc in real-life. If the government told we use tax money stop fiction things. I would said the following: Maybe the best-ideas stop paying taxes all together.
Literature
Willows Part 7
Buffy exhales softly, looks at Joyce, who had transitioned back to her normal self, says as she gestures towards Dawn, "Mite be better coming from you." Joyce puzzles, puffed her cheeks, nods, moved closer to Dawn, takes her hands, gestures towards Buffy, says in a knowing tone of voice, "You can be made much better." Dawn chuckled slightly, holding her hand out and shoulder height, says in a knowing tone of voice"I'm not that 12 or 13 years old that monks made the key into, in medical school, there's a medical term, a very long multiple syllable worded term for me, once my ex-boyfriend's family found out about it, well, that's when he became my ex". Buffy nods, says in a no uncertain tone of voice, "His loss," Dawn exhales harshly, rubs her temples, clears her throat, gives Buffy a sideways glance, says in a slightly hostile way of speaking, "Easy for the Slayer to say." Joyce quickly holds up her hand, says in a knowing no nonsense tone of voice, "Not tonight, girls." Both simultaneously stick their tongues out at each other. Dawn looked at both, says in a knowing tone of voice, "I've seen the tests, kinda used me as test subject number one, some colleges and universities pay good money for women like me to get poked and prodded, a lot of real doctors with decades of experience leading the way, there is some very limited hope for my eggs, absolutely no possibility that I can carry a baby to term. Joyce nods, gestures towards her lower body, her anatomical area, says in a knowing tone of voice, "You remember my medical conditions over the last few years, what was removed so I might live a little longer." Down nods, gestures towards Buffy, says in a knowing tone of voice, "They wanted to charge us rent for the extra beds we occupied while you recovered. Joyce nods, asks in a hopeful tone of voice, "Have you gotten far enough to do a physical examination.?" Dawn puzzles, chuckled, says in a knowing tone of voice, "I kinda sorta know were everything is supposed to be, I'll need a flash light." Buffy chuckled, digging around in her puse, pulled an old styled pen lite, made sure it worked, and asked in a curious tone of voice, "Will this do ?". Dawn puzzles, shurgs, takes the pen lite as Joyce strips from the waist down, takes a seat in a nearby chair, suggestivly spreads her legs, says in a knowing tone of voice, "For looking a deep empty, this will be fine." Dawn approached, puzzles, puffed her cheeks, looks at Joyce's now very thick full special hair, puzzles again, gestures towards her hair, asks, "Did being Ninja Mom, do that.?" Joyce spreads her legs suggestivly, says in a inviting voice, "Nope" Dawn flinched, shutters noticeably, moans softly, as she squats in front of Joyce, begins her examination, moans softly, shutters again, squints, puzzles, puffed her cheeks, says in a slightly confused tone of voice, "I don't understand, I saw the operations, read the post-op reports, this isn't possible." Dawn shutters noticeably again, moved closer, gently begins pleasuring, says in an almost hypnotic, "I don't understand, what's happening to me.?" Joyce nods, moans softly as she begins to slowly move her pelvis in unison with Dawn's movements, says in softl voice, "The same thing that happened to me sweetie, the first time." Dawn trimbles slightly as she tries in vain to resist the arrival of a gentle, very unexpected climatic orgasim. Dawn managed to stagger to her feet, half fell onto the nearby couch, flinched, shutters, twitched, moans loudly as she lays back, eyes flutter, glazed over as a series of gentle climatic orgasims roll through, Dawn begins moving her pelvis in unison with a unseen force. A few minutes later. Dawn set bolt upright, puts her hand down her pants, pulled out a glistening wet hand, looks at it, puzzles, puffed her cheeks, shakes her head, says in a knowing tone of voice, "That's never happened to me, even when I experimented with. Dawn's voice suddenly stopped, eyes dart around. Buffy chuckled, gestures towards Dawn, says in a knowing tone of voice, "She didn't think we would notice." Joyce nods, says in an intrested, slightly innocent sounding voice, "Who's did you like best.?" Dawn's eyes go wide, swollows hard, cheeks color as she tries to force her legs to stay together, tired in vain to repress the next round of stronger climatic orgasims, says in a high strained tone of voice, "Can't remember." Buffy exhales softly, takes a seat next to the still shuttering Dawn, says in a knowing tone of voice, "This is happening to you because of me, what I'm as a result of absorbing Tara's Wiccan energies, it's also happening to Willow to a greater extent. Buffy gestures towards Joyce, says in a knowing tone of voice, "It's not something I can control, found out yesterday and today, it's selective, doesn't affect everyone I come in contact with, sometimes." Buffy chuckled, gestures towards Joyce, continues in the same tone, "At least early on, had a hypnotic ability." Joyce nods, chuckled, gestures towards Buffy, says in a knowing tone of voice, "First couple of times, I had no memories of anything, till I think it was the third of fourth time, I'm in my bedroom, trying to figure out what was happening, had a mirror, looking at things, heard Buffy come in, called out, wanted a second opinion, set of eyes, what ever happened, what ever this is, took over, I changed into Nina Mom, that just made me more comfortable, more focused on what I wanted Buffy to do" Joyce absent-mindedly lays back, spreads her legs, begins self pleasuring, continues in a slightly sing song voice, "Over and over and over again." Dawn ponders the situation, looked at nothing, says in a knowing tone of voice, Tara reached out to me, wanted me there, I tried to get away, by the time I got home." Dawn's voice trails off. There's a respectful silence, Dawn, squints, puzzles, puffed her cheeks, shutters slightly, grimaced, squirmed slightly, cranks her head around as she noticed her normal sized breasts, her normally small never stimulated nipples were beginning to strain her bra, nipples, now very sensitized were protruding through her tightening blouse, asks, "Who does it really work, mental projection, physical therapy or stimulation, fluid injection." Buffy exhales softly, rubs her temples, clears her throat, looks at Joyce, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Willow is so much better at the scientific world, explaining stuff." Buffy raised an eyebrow, glanced at the open blinds, Joyce nods, goes to work, closing things up, Buffy, says in a knowing tone of voice, "I'd rather show you." Buffy expertly unbuttons Dawn's blouse, quickly removed Dawn's almost broken bra, begins very gently fondling, sees Dawn's eyes going wider and wider, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Yes, yes, most definitely, yes, that last yes is the most important, I kinda chang, in one very important aspect, I became a man". Dawn nods, puts her hands on top of Buffy's, holding them tightly, swollows hard, rocks back and forth, spending her legs, says in a quiet voice, "Need" Buffy exhales softly, shutters noticeably, moans, stiffened, closed her eyes tightly, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Never get used to that" Buffy exhales softly as Joyce removed Buffy's nessrssery for her current situation lose flowing skirt, exposing her will beyond human sizes or proportioned altered anatomy." Dawn's trembling hands gently explore Buffy's anatomy, used a hand to grip it, looks at Buffy, says in a worried tone of voice, "too big for what's needed." Buffy chuckled, looks at Joyce, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Maybe at first." Joyce moved closer, gently brushes Dawn's hair, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Buffy completely fixed me, you just saw the results, it may take a little while, given a chance, knowing how I am now, that ex of yours will greatly regret his decisions." Dawn nods, gestures towards Buffy's still growing anatomy, head shutters, eyes flutter, glazed over, go sight less for a second, focused, blazed, raised an eyebrow, Dawn exhales softly, says in a hot sensual tone of voice, "Fluids make me better. Buffy nods, Dawn nods, licks her lips, says in an intrested tone of voice, "Remember how to get fluids, really like doing it, couldn't get in trouble with fluids in my" Dawn's voice trails off, begins heavy rythmatic long pumping on Buffy's still growing anatomy, begins heavy pleasuring and lacking of the shaft, it's pulsating vains surging with Buffy's essence, Dawn somewhat surprisingly swollows Buffy's anatomy expertly, deepened her pleasuring and long pumping, begins heavy hard sucking, Buffy clears her throat, lays back as a explosive climatic orgasim surged through her mind and body, Dawn doesn't miss anything, keeping heavy rythmatic long pumping, pleasuring and sucking, more orgasim announced their arrival, Joyce noticed Buffy's glowing essence surging through Dawn's vains, says in a knowing tone of voice, "Dawn's healing has begun." T.B.C.
Literature
Little Bees
I had some little bees Within a barrel's space, They flew off, Leaving the barrel in its place. I rose early one morning In April's grace, Encountered a bee In the garden's embrace. I said, 'Golden bee, what brings you here, my dear?' And she replied, 'Golden bee?' 'I'm no golden bee, Nor do I aspire, For golden bees don't make honey,' Quoth the bee, with fire.
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Phantom Thief Jeanne Ch 1 Review
Student by Daylight Magical Girl Phantom Thief Stops Art-born Demons Kamen: Konichiwa minna-san and welcome. Ore wa KKD Silver… Hinata: I’m his partner in crime-fighting, Hinata… Kamen: And welcome back, my friends, to year 5 of Manga Secret Origins Month: The Year of the Rogue! *A remix of various anime instrumentals played with flipping pages showing various anime characters, before switching to a logo on a manga that burst out soon after* MANGA SECRET ORIGINS MONTH: YEAR OF THE ROGUE Kamen: What is it with Shoujo manga not having much to work with in terms of information unless they’re popular in the States as well? Hinata: Keeping it short, we’re on our Shoujo entry for Manga Secret Origins Month, and our entry today is one that… does not have that much information on us. And this time we tried. We REALLY tried to find something for this franchise. We know it got popular enough in the 90s to warrant an anime, but it’s not saying much about its behind the scenes or
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