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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?
I happen to Be a fan of any type o
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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