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45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
intoxicationi see naked bodies in the gutter as i walk queen street at 3 am. they make love, awkward but warm in the concrete curve. i don't place their clothes. i think it is wonderful though. the heat, the heat.
my entire body is rolling from heavy to light, like the shore. my head is humming and my limbs ache dull. there is a sickness in my stomach or in my throat. i think that maybe my stomach is wanting to force itself out my throat- but i won't have that.
i walk further. there are no straight lines to follow but i picture them in my mind and still cannot walk across them. i trip, tumble on the edge of the pavement and no one sees. the alcohol pulses through my blood stream and i begin to shout
i love her, i fucking adore her!
the brisbane night sky answers with an offset of bat noises and far off traffic. they don't understand though, they could never feel this. the sky may love the sun for lighting it each day and the moon for gracing its canvas with a milky glow, but it does not know the l
Punished to FattenJane was the more abstinent of Sally's two kids. She could be quite mean sometimes. Sally was sending Jane and her brother to her mom's for the summer which would be nearly twelve weeks. Jane would start her senior of high school next fall and her brother would be a junior, the kids were older than most of their class mates due to repeating a grade or two because of frequent moves in their early school careers.
She worried about them gaining weight staying with her Mom, but she really had no choice. Sally's Mom was obese, she loved to cook and loved plump children and feeding her grand children was a favorite hobby of hers.
Sally dropped the kids off after the long drive to her mom's. She asked her, "Mom, please don't over feed them, I really don't want them to gain too much weight this summer. I know you will let them eat more than I do, but promise me they won't get too fat!" "Oh Sally dear, I wouldn't do that.
Too Much?Too much?
“I’ve waited so long for this….” Terry thought to herself, staring at the beaker of purple serum sitting on the table in front of her, bubbling merrily. It was still sealed. Beside it lay the cardboard box it had come in, shredded by the blue vixen in her haste to finally lay her hands on the serum. Terry had long had a desire to become better, to become more desirable, and after a long search she’d found a doctor that would help her to achieve her goal. She was able to get in touch with a female doctor that headed up a clinic for nonsurgical enhancement, Dr. Samantha White. Terry immediately heard back from the doctor. Shortly after that Dr. White said she was sending a dose of a new serum that would boost the size of her assets, particularly her chest. Terry had waited a week for the serum to arrive and at last it was here. Taking a moment to examine her body, she ran her hands sensually around her curves, as if she were saying goodbye. She al
Being a Baby for the BabysittersIt was the middle of summer and both of my parents were going away for the weekend leaving me behind. Being 13 years old my parents didn't want me staying home alone so I was to spend the weekend at a babysitters house.
On Friday I was dropped off at the babysitters house ready to stay the next 2 days until Sunday. I watched my parents drive away as I knocked on the door to be greeted by the babysitter. The door was answered by a young woman probably in her early 20's, she said her name was Amy and revealed that 2 of her cousins we're also staying over during my stay. I was brought inside where I met Katie (14) and Lucy (15), Amy explained that I will be sleeping in Lucy's room on the spare bed. As this was said I saw Lucy frown at the idea, but she didn't say anything. I was told by Amy that she would usually babysit people much younger than me, as she showed me the room that they would stay in. The room was complete with a babies crib, changing table, play pen and plenty of diapers a
A Summer's GainA Summer's Gain By: Ned Fox
Jennifer was slim, petite and pretty. Not a devastating beauty, but certainly cute. She liked to wear clothes that showed off her figure. She did not wear provocative clothes, but she liked bikini lingerie and bathing suits. She really liked to wear short skirts, mid-rift bearing shirts, short shorts and the like.
Jennifer's father had recently re-married after Jennifer mom had died of cancer. Her mom had been a real exercise freak and worked out everyday and many times more than once in a day. Jennifer felt it ironic, that her super in shape mother would die relatively young, while some of her friend's mothers were overweight, lazy and health wise were okay.
Jennifer's new step-mom was what is commonly referred to as a "trophy-wife". While her Mom was slim and pretty in a natural way, Heather, her new step-mom, was always totally made up and dressed to the "nines".
Heather did n
I was forced to wear dress as a girlThis is a true story from when I was 13 years old of when I was forced to wear girls clothing.
My parents were going away for the weekend, me and my sister spent the weekend at our grandmothers house. My grandma lived alone with her cat and was eager to have us over for a few days. She greeted us at the door with a big hug and lots of love. The day was great we had fun and was looking forward to the rest of the weekend.
When I went to go and have a shower I gave gran my clothes to be washed, half way through having the shower it suddenly dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring the bag of clothes that I'd packed. After having the shower I explained to my gran that I had no clothes with me, and we couldn't go and get the bag because we didn't have any keys to the house. Gran paused for a moment and left to go and get some clothes. After a minute or two she came back, and to my surprise she came back with a frilly girls nightie. (At this time I was really quite happy inside, as I was a
Sasuke x Shy!Reader
Well just so you lovely readers know... Sasuke might be a little OOC....
I'm not sure how this will turn out...
so um yeah... ENJOY!!~
Oh please comment if there are any spelling mistakes or if you wanna tell me your opinion of this!!
"(Name)-CHAN!!!!!" A voice yelled. You glance up from your book and notice your teammate Naruto running up to you. You pull a strand of your (hair color) locks behind your ear. You smiled "H-hey N-Naruto." You stated. "Sakura and I were going to Ichiraku for ramen!! Wanna come??" He asked. "Sure." You replied. Naruto grinned. "Great!!" He said grabbing your hand and pulling you off the bench.
~.~ At Ichiraku ~.~
Naruto walks in and notices Sasuke with Sakura. You blushed brightly. "Who invited him??" Naruto asked. "I did." Sakura replied. Sakura looks at you. "Oh hey (Name)-san!" She said smiling. "H-hey Sa-Sakura.." You stutt
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o