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120-Point-GiveawayOhai guys!More Like This
I've got 150 Points now. So I decided to make a giveaway. One Deviant can win 120 Points.
RULES
• Fave this journal -> You'll get one number
• If you make a journal about this Giveaway you'll get two numbers.
• You have to watch me! I'll check this!<3
• Write a comment [ me, I'll join!, etc. ]
Information:
•Deathline: 07. JUNE. 2013 [my birthday. >o<]
• I'll use random.org to get a number, you can watch me doing this with join.me ^3^
• I'll Change the deathline wheter there are less than 200 deviants. Sorry. :c <3
So. That's it.
Have fun and a nice day!<3<3
xx
1. ~sonicrainboom2012
Zoetekoeksdozeke (NetherlandsXReader)The soft light kissed down the side of the Dutchman’s jaw, his usual tense expression soft as he gazed at his sleepy child, who was stubbornly blinking her eyes to keep from falling asleep. She lay in bed, completely tucked in and holding the old stuffed rabbit, which had once belonged to the man himself.More Like This
His extended forefinger traced down her cheek, his deep voice reciting a poem of nonsense words, but pretty and soothing syllables. “Slaap als een reus,” he murmured, brushing some of her blond hair from her smooth forehead. Her eyelids drooped, her corn-coloured eyelashes brushing against her apple cheeks.
“Slaap a
SwedenxHuldra!ReaderSwedenxHuldra!ReaderMore Like This
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Picking the large bag of coal up, Berwald nodded to the trader and began his long walk back home. Living in the forest wasn't easy, but it was peaceful, the way he liked it.
Although he could survive with out coal, he always bought a bag before the snow season, in case his wood pile ran out. (It wouldn't, he was the best wood cutter within a fifty mile radius. The coal was a precaution.)
The route leading to his small secluded cabin was long and winding. A silent trip that lead to long bouts of thinking. Berwald didn't mind, it was his way of life, just as hunting deer and bui
Homosexuality BitesThey found me slumped over in the school showersMore Like This
With a towel loosely wrapped around my waist
Scalding hot water was blistering my skin
As I bled from an unspeakable place
A hard-handed teacher dragged me to my feet
With little or no sign of sympathy
For the bruising to my feeble framed ribcage
And the fractures to my identity
I think they all thought that I had it coming
As no one was willing to testify
That the sodomy inflicted upon me
Was something to which I hadn’t complied
Boisterous boys laughing in the corridors
As I shamefully limped throughout the day
Not a thought for the pain that was inflicted
Just worried for what my pa
Sta.sh
