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Omg Really?My Friend On facebook Comment on a Photo of the Couple Shizaya and Kept asking question.
First of all the ask why he was clean this girl and asked if it was because the where cats.
I had To Explain All this to her
1: Izaya is A Boy, So Is Shizuo
2: It Is not Gay It Is Yaoi
3: There not cats There Nekos
4: Couple Have Many Differnt Names Like Shizaya and Izuo
5: Its Only Yaoi If It Two Anime Boy Together as A couple
6: Neko Means Cat
7: The First A couple is name based of the there names The Semes Name will alwas come first then Uke
8: Differnt Between Izuo and Shizaya Is In the Paring Izuo Izaya Is Seme and Shizuo is Uke, But If Its Shizaya Shizuo is Seme an Izaya Is uke
9: A person with dog ear is Inu
10: Yasha Mean Demon or Devil
11: Inuyasha Mean Dog-Demon
I'm Suprised I didn't Get Asked What Seme and Uke Means
IMPORTANTIMPORTANT: Fan-fiction is still deleting stories than contain yaoi, yuri, lemons, violence, stories based on songs, and any detailed sex scenes so just about every story on the site. Most everyone knows of the petition going around. If you haven't signed it, the link is on DarkHeartInTheSky's profile. But there is more we can do.
Zukofan2005 organizing a Black Out Day. On June 23rd(according to GTM timing, so that we know we're doing it together), do NOT go onto fan-fiction. Don't read, don't review, don't message your friends, don't update. If enough people participate, then the site will notice, and will realize we take our stories seriously.
Please spread the word any way you can, in any fandom! The motto is "Unleash Your Imagination." How can we if we're being given a LONG list of what we cannot write?
This Is Took from A Story A Friend Sent me so I would know whats going on. Come on? Why Should we be told what to write and not to write?
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Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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