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HAY GUYZ OMG CHECK OUT TEH ICON I MDE TO SUPPOR T THIS PAIRING!
Aren't they so cute togethar!!!!!11eleventyone
Trisha elric's a whore.
Aren't they so cute togethar!!!!!11eleventyone
Trisha elric's a whore.
omg!
whut iz wit alla this? >:( ima go now u retard yaoi freakz
lol just kidding
lol just kidding
Quick scene
"Oh, that was lovely." said the alchemist as he lay there covered in naught but his own sweat. Slowly he stood up, and started to make his way towards the door. "But now I need to take a shower."
The charismatic politician looked at his retreating love lazily, then furrowed his brow and moustache and suddenly yelled, "Wait! Wait! Not that shower!"
"What? What do you- oh! Ahahahahaha! Oh, you."
The charismatic politician looked at his retreating love lazily, then furrowed his brow and moustache and suddenly yelled, "Wait! Wait! Not that shower!"
"What? What do you- oh! Ahahahahaha! Oh, you."
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ok liek our ljcomm is totally taking off
Tomorrow, to make icons for it and pimp it to
fm_alchemist!
Too bad I can't draw, or I'd draw Hohenheim doing the Nazi salute. :(
Tomorrow, to make icons for it and pimp it to
fm_alchemist!Too bad I can't draw, or I'd draw Hohenheim doing the Nazi salute. :(
To start us off, a little drabble.
The end is near. Adolph, hiding deep within his bunker, knows this, though he lacks the courage to tell Eva; he's always been a coward at heart.
Perhaps that is why he never told them about his feelings. Oh, he wasn't worried that they'd reveal him as a disgraceful sexual invert--how could even the most sexually healthy of men not long for their fair and supple flesh? It was not perverted homosexuality that drove him to desire them, but the yearning that all men had for perfection.
He wipes a tear from his eyes and struggles to push the memories away. Once, he kept a shrine full of images of the two men, father and son, and strange little gadgets that reminded him of them--but out of fear, he burned it all down long ago. He still has the memories, though...and really, he realizes, why should he try to reject them?
In the last hours of his life, Hitler dreams wistfully of a love that will never be: his true conception of the ultimate human being, blond-haired but gold of eye instead of blue.
Perhaps that is why he never told them about his feelings. Oh, he wasn't worried that they'd reveal him as a disgraceful sexual invert--how could even the most sexually healthy of men not long for their fair and supple flesh? It was not perverted homosexuality that drove him to desire them, but the yearning that all men had for perfection.
He wipes a tear from his eyes and struggles to push the memories away. Once, he kept a shrine full of images of the two men, father and son, and strange little gadgets that reminded him of them--but out of fear, he burned it all down long ago. He still has the memories, though...and really, he realizes, why should he try to reject them?
In the last hours of his life, Hitler dreams wistfully of a love that will never be: his true conception of the ultimate human being, blond-haired but gold of eye instead of blue.