Jajj, gyermekeim, hát hoztam néktek igazi kis nyalánkságot, ami aztat illeti. Magazin fordítás a pizsamákról… Mielőtt megijednétek azokról a pizsamákról, amiket kedvenc JE-seink viselnek. Credit lent... Semmi izgalom. Ha mondjuk nem nevezzük izgalmasnak a tényt, hogy Yoko pizsiben alszik… Ha lesz időm lefordítok egy másik cikket is, az Arashisokkal. (Arashi mobil ABC… Előre félek…) Yumi Credit

The waitress looked pointedly at Jon, her pen poised at the ready, but before Jon could say anything, Stephen was saying, "He'll have the sirloin burger, well done. I'll have the same, but medium-rare...way he said it caused Jon to have visions of Stephen pulling a Zell Miller and challenging Keith to a duel. The visions all ended with Keith kicking Stephen's ass, so Jon decided to intervene quickly

"Well, look who deigned to grace us with his presence," Keith grumbled, causing Stephen and Anderson to look up. "Hello to you, too," Jon said, reaching for his chair. He couldn't say for sure how it... Anderson coughed, and even though Jon was rattled, he could tell it was the phony cough of the well-mannered trying to hide a lapse in etiquette. "I hear the Baked Alaska is good here," he offered

"No, Stephen. No, it's not -- how do you know you're a man, again?" "People tell me I am and I believe them because I've got some pretty impressive junk," Stephen replied. His words came quickly and easily..." Jon covered his face with his hands and tried to remember why he had called off his search for Tylenol. "I have you there, don't I?" Stephen asked. "You really don't," Jon said into his hands

"I'm not a fruit." Jon frowned at the sudden digression. He opened his mouth to protest, but Stephen held up a hand to silence him. Lowering his hand, Stephen continued, "I don't even wear loafers, so...Tylenol. "Because I'm attracted to you." Jon was so startled that he jumped, smashing his knuckles against the edge of his desk. "Son of a bitch," he swore, bringing the sorest digits to his mouth

"You never could take a compliment," Stephen said with a sigh. Then, calmly, he turned his attention to cutting up his chicken. "That wasn't a compliment, Stephen. 'Hey, man, nice tie' or 'Saw that girl...happy you think I smell good, but --" "You're giggling, Jon. Do you know who else giggles?" "Women?" Jon guessed. Stephen gave a one-shouldered shrug that seemed to say, "Well, what are you gonna do?

Sometimes Jon obliges him right away. Sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes if he keeps up the nibbling and touching and teasing long enough, Stephen loops back around into calling him a commie media whore and...breathes on that really sensitive little spot on the back of Stephen's neck long enough, Stephen alternates between calling Jon a commie media whore and begging Jon to fuck him in the same sentence

   "Manapság természetes dolog, hogy egy iskola néhány ügyes diákja újságban ismertesse a közelmúlt eseményeit. Iskolánkban elvétve, a rég múltban volt egy-egy iskolaújság, amelyek színvonalban, időtartalmilag... megpróbáltunk mindent kihozni magunkból. Reméljk sikerrel jártunk el, és a diákság véleménye az újság kiadásakor csak önbizalmat ad nekünk. Egy dolog biztos: nem adjuk fel. Májusban újra megjelenünk!

Title: Could Be Worse Author: Fiercelydreaming on lj link: http://fiercelydreamed.livejournal.com/13922.html John and Rodney after Rodney's begun to acclimate to Pegasus. "Well," he says to the back... which is about all the room he's got. Since Rodney had landed facing away from him, it doesn't really help. "I said, you're right." He sounds surprised and faintly annoyed. slash, McShep, adul