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Title: Rebellion
Cliché # 7, Let's cut (The Ascent)
Fandom: Avatar - The Last Airbender
Rating: G Warnings
: Post-Finale, so vague spoiler:) Toph-centric! Disclaimers
: OK, Avatar is not mine, otherwise I would not write fanfic, but another series, probably: ° D

Toph because certain things did not really want to do. Especially if they involve the long dresses and bold and rich young men.

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Title: Dead Star
Author: arial86
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Summary: Lucifer and Michael. Together in the fall, along with the eternal prison. When all faith is now collapsed, Hell will be a place of forgiveness?
Characters: Lucifer, Michael.
Notes: Dedicated to axia_85 , because I bet, would give a kidney to spy on the situation in cage. Special thanks to the wonderful orchidea_lover : You know what really happens down there (courage, tell the world!), And beta is the best I could wish for \u0026lt;3

"And you used to be everything to me
And now you're tired of fighting Tired of fighting

Fighting yourself
Shame on you for thinking You're all alone

If You Want I'll
make you wish you were Failing to impress Why can not you sleep with

Someone who'll protect you? "
(Dead Star, Muse)

Nothingness has no color, has no form, texture or structure. He does not remember the glowing fire that gives life or death, the dark ready to choke in its cold embrace.
is an absence. The absence , probably. You
surrounds and engulfs, however, prevent drowning. Faithful companion, the certainty that never emerge from its stagnant waters. Alienated any flattery or hope, even that, scary, touching one day the bottom of the abyss.
Needless to fight and rebel. Nothing can stop quest'inesorabile fall, except, of course, His Word. But it would make any attempt to sterile condemnation and redemption.
weight, attraction, gravity, wind. These are words without meaning, in this place. However, do not get your hopes to be able to deploy its wings and fly away: as fragile end up torn sails during a storm. I know. I learned this lesson the first time.
Now I just enjoy the journey, waiting for arrivals, sweet and awaited the pain. An impact impossible, to discharge poisonous through every cell of your body and, finally, confirmation of being alive. To exist and suffer. You are not part of anything around you, not yet.
And here it is the ground.
Thousands of ice crystals rise all around, to finally fall in a shower of fine diamonds. I look at them one by one, little gems that disappear in the dark without having obtained the minimum reflection.
I stand up on legs fairly stable and I can not help but congratulate myself a textbook landing. Maybe in the future, I will touch the ground light and agile as a cat. Practice makes perfect, you know.
jet head back and burst out laughing. I feel that I could go on for all eternity. We: are they crazy?
A noise behind me and I remember: I am not alone.
My laughter go out, but a grin still stubbornly holds out the lips. It seems almost poetic.
He stands and looks around. I bet that the perspective from which it has had in the past did not do justice to the place. A hell-hole, literally.
not yet aware of my presence, but it should not surprise me: it's always been looking for something else, someone else's. Approval that despite all his sacrifices seem to have not yet earned.
"That was what you expected?" It
time.
A deep vertical gash on his face swollen and pesto, the right eye almost completely closed, an arm unnaturally abandoned along the side.
"She 'Shut up," he intimate, her voice firm, despite everything.
gives me back again. Its wings are damaged and mottled with red, in various places one can see the bones.
He opposed with all his being to fall, must be exhausted. It is for this that does not heal his wounds?
Part of me feels the need to stand by him, make him understand that it is not alone. To help him.
I'm here, Michael. There have always been.
yet that face constantly facing something that is not me that back and keep me from inflexible approach. How can show off so much better than when he has had to throw away? Where do so casually and detachment? It's his world was torn to pieces, shit.
Bah, to cook in his own juice: the next millennia of isolation taught him to crave a little company, it was also my ...

*

The bent head, the palm that tests the bare rock face, seems on hold.
Yes, his face touching the ancient city wall that imprisons us as wanting to steal the secrets. Behind him, Hell.
heard their voices, Michael? O for indistinct whispers that you are not?
suddenly, clutching a pike. His whole being alert. That
have received? Likely, an aura, pure and bright as his can not remain hidden for long. I concentrate and see the hundreds of demons beyond our prison, Asmodeus at their command. The demon of anger and revenge: this is what you feel, brother? Is that what you want? A
my thoughts and the whole legion disappears. I can not tolerate this scum so close to him.
looked up, surprised. Our eyes meet for a moment, then Michael diverts them again.
begins a sort of routine.
Abaddon, Astaroth, Vassago are destroyed one after another. The King of Hell, my only hope to leave this place again! I would almost believe that is all his own plan to keep us pinned here, but Michael is absolutely innocent.
holds his head resting on his knees, gathered the wings to the body. Does nothing to attract any kind of attention. Yeah, everything is perfectly in line with his character.
One day, the demons crowd to stop the slaughter. I underestimated them so much? Who have finally figured out what it means to try to touch the forbidden fruit?
No, it does not. The light of Michael has changed. Cold, dull, indistinct. We simply do not attract them more.
Terror grips me the entrails. It can not be, not him.
I go, all pretense of caution disappeared.
is that frost in her hair?
"Michael?"
She looks at me, and my suspicions are confirmed. His eyes are lost, tormented. Where is the creature who claimed my gaze with seraphic security? The angel deaf to any voice that it was not that of his Father?
A shy smile makes her way to her lips. It is sweet. Forgiveness. And to say that I have always said that Michael would have kicked even the prodigal son. Perhaps the point of death, even he is willing to make concessions. Because that is what it is, right? My brother has lost his faith and this is killing. We can not live without a purpose, a principle at the foundation of our existence. The truth is that most of the angels because God is love, not because he wants to. Overflow
one of its wings, and a face to disfigure the face. Are icy, anchored to the ground and rock. He shakes his head and holding me his hand enough. And you really expect
that ends well? That let him go this way?
An angel can live up to his faith, I will have a prime example, you just replace it with something more constructive: hatred, resentment, desire for retaliation and revenge. Permanently stain those who receive it, it's true, but they are far better than the alternative.
Strengthen my grasp, and his discomfort becomes pain. Its wings were cracked and the first cries cut through the air.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
"Something still feel, I see."
Surprise, agony, betrayal. Shit, Michael, where anger?
let go and take a step back.
"So? You just sat there waiting for the cavalry? SOS, an archangel is tripped and ended up in Hell? "
He leans forward, unaware of the droplets that run down the wings and the fact that you have transformed our cage in a fiery furnace.
"Go" hisses.
"Yes? Where? You've never been a summit, but you should understand that we are both imprisoned, until death do us part. "
gets up:" Exactly. "
" Oh " mockery, "you have even the courage to attack me, and without the help of daddy!" At the mere mention
our Father loses control. I
claw arms and pushes me to the ground. Rest inert under him: I could not stop it even if I wanted. It seems that Michael is going to fulfill his destiny after all. I
tightens his fingers around the throat and close my eyes I do not want to see them off. His hands are separated: one up to the neck, the other goes down to bring them back. Draws me to himself in a desperate embrace and let go of his anger. A terrible fire raging around us, and the millennial ice of hell are reduced to a river in flood. He gets a hot wind that whistles left along the walls of the cage. It is her close to keep me alive, I know.
Scream again and this time the earth shakes. The echo of his voice is violent, loud lamentations rise of terror all around: is shaking the very foundations of Hell.
A sudden light flickering in front of us. It is an event I thought was so unlikely that I could not understand it immediately: Michael forced the doors of our prison, even though very little. We are free.
buried her head in the hollow of my shoulder, exhausted, and Hell back to close on us. I could escape, but he can not follow them. Replacement its close, looking at the back a block of solid rock. We will have another chance together: I can not leave behind, not here. Not alone.
And if our father had always wanted this? That I had at my side, Michael was free? Perhaps even loved us?
No, this is not what my brother needs to hear.
approached his mouth to his ear: "He never loved you, Michael" whisper. "You were just a pawn in his hands."
I feel his warm tears slide down her neck and gently touched his cheek: "Quiet, you'll get your revenge. "And I
: I have arms the instrument of my victory.

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It was a moonless night, the only light came from a streetlight on the road. I could hardly sleep. I kept tossing and turning between the sheets, hoping that sleep finally came. Suddenly, I heard it. Initially, I thought it was a joke of the imagination: was a sound so strange! But that clap clap continued. With every passing minute I was able to identify the source: the bed above mine. My sister.
I sat up and saw the scene I will never forget: he was sitting up in bed and tried to keep a balance in BOTTLE on the forehead, while beating his hands rhythmically.

A strangled cry escaped my lips and she raised her head, a maniacal grin painted on his face. A trickle of saliva running from his mouth just opened. I watched him spellbound.
A small drop pearl fell off and flew on the bedspread. It's face was transfigured, and she began to emit a low, continuous oink.
stepped back, horrified, until I had the wall behind me. What to do?
tortured me with similar questions, when the window behind me shattered. I turned and saw a small bird that made its way through a web of fragments.
had brownish wings beating very fast, and a long, thin beak.
entered the room and flew to meet me.
I could not believe it on his tiny forehead was tattooed a picture of George Clooney on the size of a postage stamp!

Con uno scatto, mi lanciai fuori dalla stanza, ma inciampai su qualcosa e mi ritrovai dritta a terra.
Mi rialzai, ancora dolorante. D'un tratto mi sembrò della massima importanza scoprire cosa mi avesse fatto cadere.
Una rapida occhiata in giro ed individuai il colpevole: un mocho vileda.

Lo sfiorai e ritrassi la mano di scatto: era ricoperto di una sostanza densa e appiccicaticcia.
Ma che dia...?
Lo strano uccellino mi planò addosso, emettendo strani versi. Ele, Ele, Ele .
L'allontanai con una mano, ma tornò all'attacco con rinnovata foga.
Afferrai il mocho I began to shake and cast out the small animal.
At that moment, oink my sister's tone changed.
were paid low throat. I looked at her and I lost my breath, levitate, levitating on the bed!
let out a cry of fear and her head rotates 180 degrees to me. I was about to go crazy with fear, when something happened that startled me deeply: he left the jingle of Sailor Moon.
A business card I was struck by the front and I looked.
"Milord!"
The boy, a lanky with a face like a maniac, pressed into the mantle and I told him to read his business card. This
read: Sam Winchester, hunter.

Winchester? The same Winchester behind which the sclera Worth?
The boy confirmed it, saying that however, this case would deal him alone: his brother had not wanted to cross the Atlantic in the air for a damn Samgirl.
sure I smiled and shot the bird, indicating it as the last of its kind: a Clooneybrì, how could I see the icon on his forehead.
Apparently Castiel, some angel, had made them settle filled with rice expired.
They were mad that eating unhealthy food and had loose against each other, poor creatures.
"And my sister? What you can do for you? "I asked, desperately.
"The poor wretch, is owned by Foca bad, but I can save it: just play a simple exorcism!"

I looked straight at me and said, "I will need your help, Dannatina. Are you ready? "
nodded.
"Well, then hit it with mocho while I recite my powerful exorcism."
obeyed, a bit 'with a heavy heart I did not want to hit my sister with that mocho gross vomit!
"In my head, I would recommend" Sam said.
began to shower down blows as he stated: "Salacadula magicabula, Bibidi bobidi bu. Does the magic all you ask tuuu Bibidi bobidi bu! "
" But this is the song "Cinderella," I said.
"Ssshh, shut up: the daemon is exiting."
Yes, it was true.
I saw a blue sprite resembling a seal's body left the Vale, seeking refuge in the BOTTLE.
When he had gone around, Sam Winchester attappò BOTTLE at the refuges where it was and made her disappear into his pockets.
"Here, I saved the situation again. Your sister will sleep for a few days, a young civil "
He wrapped himself in the mantle and ran from the room.
going to be a superhero and all-I thought to myself, but it really is an idiot.
sighed and put it back in order. After a last look at Yale, disappearing beneath the sheets: this horrible night will haunt me all my life!

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Oink oink oink ! Today is the birthday of my heart Dannatuzza! \u0026lt;3
I say this not because it is celebrated, but it is one of the best people I've found anywhere. Initially, I admit, I talked with him just because I liked to tease Sam gossip. Yes, I I know, because let me XD
In time, I gained more and more. It is simply amazing girl: smart, creative, nice, sweet, always available ... and it is crazy like a horse \u0026lt;3
enlighten me immensely every time I see her appear with her on msn or ebuddy and loved our chats scleranti will remain in history. I mean, what else to say? I adore you, Dannatuzza, never change. Indeed yes: try to emizzare less, one can not love you, I assure you!

We come to the gift ...

It was a moonless night, the only light came from a streetlight on the road. I could hardly sleep. I kept tossing and turning between the sheets, hoping that sleep finally came. Suddenly, I heard it. Initially, I thought it was a joke of the imagination: it was a sound so strange! But that clap clap continued. With every passing minute I was able to identify the source: the bed above mine. My sister.
I sat up and saw the scene I will never forget: he was sitting up in bed and tried to keep a balance in BOTTLE on the forehead, while rhythmically pounding their hands ...

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Title: Heaven Beside You
Author: arial86
Rating: G
Summary: The War in Heaven is finally over, leaving two injured creatures and sun. Will they get under each other and to move forward?
Characters: Gabriel, Michael.
Notes: Dedicated to vahly . We thank babycin , beta fantastic and not at all troublesome \u0026lt;3


His gait is majestic, his whole being cloaked in a light, pure and sublime.
There is no envy in the eyes of those who looks at him like creature is made to be admired with a heart devoid of pettiness and resentment.
deep bow to accommodate its passage. Curious as the supreme contempt which they are subject and the veneration he intended to have made our state so similar: both are denied the faces of our brothers. This is why no one has noticed the shadows that hide his eyes, the hard curve of his lips?
I am now out of their circle, I may study it. I smile, maybe it would be more correct to spy on him. Michael is the one that I could be, what I should be.
We are just at the edge of our world.
The crown that encircles the head is the symbol of the preference accorded by God, and yet lying forgotten between his fingers as the most useless knick-knacks.
His eyes roam the earth in search of something. He was always selfless that blue planet and the fate of its inhabitants, but now everything is changed.
You are looking for him, right?
I go, quiet, despite being totally absorbed in his vision. I should not, I know. There is no reason why Michael should any search for a company, my all. What I dislike even the most vile among us, how could the angel closest to our Father to think otherwise? His pain, however, is something so vivid and palpable, which prevents me to turn away, ignore it.
We are both persecuted by the actions committed and those missing.
My hand rests on his shoulder, almost on its own initiative.
"Sorry" he murmured, guilty.
Is it not to protect us, to protect me, who gave up everything he had?
started, and red flames blazing around him.
me flinch once, but not before my fingers have received such a fire burning kiss. Damn, at least they are all still in place.
"Gabriel!" She exclaims, surprised. "What ... Sit down."
I can not hold a slight laugh, years of war have changed his way of speaking in a string of orders and warnings.
seems to understand why so much laughter and repeated his request in a softer tone.
"Well, this could pass for an invitation" to admit, sitting at his side.
takes my hand in his and the door to his lips. Pose them to you, nothing more. They touch my skin, cold and delicate, a healing balm for the deep burns that dot.
remain so for perhaps a minute in silence. Then let me go, my wounds disappeared.
"Thanks," he says, after some time.
a grateful smile on his face, his features relaxed. Abandons his head against my shoulder and closes her eyes.
A warm mist of tears I have blurred vision, heart lighter hours. As you try to choke you, I feel reborn hope Michael can forgive my sin?
Gathering all my courage to ask him, when the feel. The voice of God is impossible for an angel to ignore his call, and Michael is already up, ready to obey.
his hands to his ears, unable to move, I can not appear before all of them.
"Brother?"
is impatient, anxious.
shake my head, "Go well, Michael."
back beside me.
"It is a sin to question your opinion, Gabriel."
He looked up at him: "What do you mean?"
"What if you have not fallen like the others, there is a reason ;. "
"Sure, what would it be?"
Here, the question I ask myself since the end of the war. The one that all of them, I bet, have weighed at least once.
"He knows your heart, too. You have not fought, it is true, but you did not either for cowardice or for calculation. You could not raise his hand against your brothers, love has guided your actions, as it always does with his. "
He bent over me and kisses my hair," There is in heaven noblest of you angel, Gabriel, I hope you understand it. And now, I'm sorry, but I'm not usually so late, "he adds, pulling up and forcing me to walk.
Already, the power has just ruined.
dragging me to the throne room, then the door leaves my hand. Opens the door and beyond.
walk a few steps behind him, my heart in my throat. At my entrance, the room comes alive with whispers. All eyes are at the cowardly, the pariah. How can I believe his words here?
"Okay," I reassured.
I do not even touching, but his aura around me. Its wings a shield around my body. I know, I hear. And all the others. The buzz grows
increasingly, to finally vanish into thin air: Michael has taken his seat next to God, and I'm at his side.

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I sleep too much, but I do not have a hangover or people who sings me warm kitty. I see even clooneybrì fly in the air. Ok, maybe this is worrying. Maybe instead it is a normal session of the sclera, since I know I have dealt with dozens. And when he attended the damage, the level of insanity is raised, and the seals are oink. When the seals are oink, how wonderful, how wonderful! And the BOTTLE is in balance is in equilibrium. Ok, we put an end to time and singing back to us. Over the months, I even accepted the fact of not being an old pervert Pisa, and for that I'm grateful.
Well, what can we say? We are long-time friend now: your hair a long ebony hair Canute now I am senile! Okay, pity I did not beat!
I'll stop fooling around and tell you that you're really a fantastic person: funny, good e. .. frignona! Yes, never forgive you for attacking me 'ste GIRLY fucking tears!
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Title: Feeding the wolves
Author: arial86
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Summary: Uriel think? And, if so, what? Uriel, his "feelings" and his thoughts, fic set during 4x16. Contains spoilers up to 5x13 ^ ^
Characters: Uriel. Joy to the world, in short XD
Notes: Dedicated to the fool Nicoletta . Yes, love is in the air ♥ Thanks babycin , beta fantastic and not at all troublesome. Not like that damn of vahly who complained of my love commas and did not want to be involved and this has been mentioned and you've seen here is not even a single point so stop complaining XD

"No, I will not."
The horror and disgust that, your orders, for a while, have overshadowed the look, you seem very sincere, and equally anachronistic.
has already forgotten his recent call, this stupid monkey?
Paradise certainly not. The talent and the arts are inevitably encouraged. Here it is, his scholarship. Here it is, its examination of the course. Alastair.
has lost sight of the torture? The suffering inflicted? Even a dog, the umpteenth shot of biting the hand that set on him.
perhaps acting in the name of an idealized humanity? He then chose to ignore his nature ... At least that monster of his brother was able to be realistic, embracing his true self and seeking the ultimate goal of every human life is determined to have a value, the power.
Bah, all this has very little importance now. Soon he will return and put an end to everything, including Winchester.
I almost regret that the end of Dean will be as fast, almost merciful, but you can not do otherwise. After all, is a personal matter, this .
Kill them, Uriel, before they can do the same with you, "said Anna, a lost sheep.
The lamb roast, correct yourself, a shiver goes down my spine.
Whatever the task given to Dean is decisive, so much so he moved his ass to Michael from his immaculate cloud. Sure, you've had a taste of what the price of disobedience, but even that bastard in all its infinite arrogance is omniscient, and will not punish you for crimes he ignores it.
Turn the knob and a single drop of water is poured on the ground, soon followed by many others.
plin, plin, plin . Alternate, rhythmic and fatal.
Bye bye, Dean Winchester.

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Title: Movement
Cliché: # 4, Secret Identity (scale)
Fandom: Avatar - The Last Airbender
Rating: G Warnings
: Post-Finale, so vague spoiler: )
Disclaimers : OK, Avatar is not mine, otherwise I would not write fanfic, but another series, probably: ° D
clichéclash Written for the community to the cliché # 4, "Identity secret ":)


Movement


stand still was not in its nature.
Although only three weeks had passed since the lord of the fire had been defeated, and a little over two from coronation of Zuko, time never seemed longer than that. After a year on the back of Appa to travel the world far and wide, meet people, to fight injustice and all that goes with it, the stillness of her current life in Ba Sing Se made her impatient. Still see so many people sick, so many things still to fix, so many unresolved problems, and they can only be limited to serving tea in the hall of Iroh, had become truly too.
However, take the field as if nothing had happened, as it was before, it had become impossible to recognize all, everyone knew that it was Katara, everyone stopped and wanted to do things for him. And she remained inactive, with a host of Servetti around.
was then that I decided to do things in secret. Rebuilding

that costume was not all that difficult: Ba Sing Se was in effect the largest city in the world, and its market was known to hold any kind of goods. So a hat, a thin cloth as a veil, a dress and makeup were not certain of the goods so rare that it can not be located: it was rather difficult to expect to pay them, and try to do it with a certain nonchalance. After all, what are a disguise, if all you saw and bought it?
eventually managed to put all the pieces together, thanks to his friends while Toph, unaware of everything, bought a veil that was intended to "build a tent for shelter from mosquitoes at night, or so she was told, Suki did not find at all strange request to borrow the makeup of the Kyoshi warriors, with a "why can not I try it at least once? It seems so typical. " With all finally
pieces to be combined, there was really more in the skin. He did not think too long about which was the best time to act: the evening was barred because the evenings were totally dedicated to Aang, and nothing and no one would take away this pleasure. He found himself instead to think long and hard about another point: if he should talk with him about his plan or not. She did not like the idea of doing something so important to keeping it in the dark, but at the same time would not involve too much, because none was more visible 's Avatar to Ba Sing Se , and reputation was just what she needed less. So I think the best moment was the time just before dawn: dark yet, but not enough to require a portable light, even without people who wandered in as the last night owls were already sleeping, not too quickly from having to seek an explanation that went beyond simply going to take good air early in the morning, when his friends had noticed his absence. The first few days

spun hair. Was limited to simple tasks and could not attract too much attention, often related to the domain of water, such as increasing the course of a river to flow more water to the water citizen, always too small for the huge amount of people, at the same time you did not miss the physical work, like moving rocks, remove the residues of the machinery of war of the Fire Nation, the streets clean from waste and so on . The disguise was a little 'bulky, sure, but had to admit that it did not regret his choice when a child already knows how to wake up, he thanked the Painted Lady for having done it again with force flow of water in the streams canal that irrigated the field that was to be his family. He even tried to share with her her breakfast, as an offering to please the Great Spirit, but she had gone silent, but with a huge smile on his face, and never was more welcome the gift of that piece of bread and jam he could not taste it.

Needless to say Aang soon discovers the whole story. After all, had already done it once, but after hearing about the reasons behind her, and after making sure that in everything there was nothing dangerous, accepted his request to leave without intervening. Happy to see her every night, while explaining how he had reclaimed that store water, or how a man had greeted her with a bow to thank him back to the hay wagon to the house, it pays for any concern that could have during the day. Not that he had no time to worry about, among other things: the reconstruction of the reigns of the four elements was made progressively more challenging, but got distracted in the moment, his thoughts ran straight to her, knowing that was fine able to take care of itself.

Then, the inevitable happened.
was a morning like any other, and the slight glow of the sun would rise soon spreading a soft glow was already in the open spaces between the houses, although the streets were still dark as pitch. As usual, Katara was involved in many different tasks that were to come to mind. At that time, namely, was doing a series of tests for groped to fill a huge cavity, caused by falling bomb or some kind of rock. Initially he thought it would be possible to transform it into a pond, but had thought it would be also necessary to dig channels for the water change, or would be transformed immediately into a swamp, and a smelly swamp was the last thing needed at that juncture. I therefore hope to be able to settle the soil in some way, then perhaps plant trees or cultivate the fields, or build new homes. While he was preoccupied by those thoughts, there came a baby. He saw immediately that it was smaller in comparison another boy who had first met, and most likely belonged to the nation on fire, given the very black hair. His reaction was not dissimilar to those of all others, in any case: just saw her, bent his back and immediately lowered his head, in a respectful bow. But then he spoke.
- Thanks for everything you do for us every night ... Miss Katara.
was then in his head lit a lamp.
How could he forget? It was not only his friends know his secret identity ... that ugly play on their history it was revealed to all those who had attended. In His heart, however, there was no room for shame. Only immense gratitude: if all those people already knew who he was, and for weeks had pretended not to recognize it, could just be because I appreciate her efforts and did not want to embarrass her. His heart was filled with joy.

The boy raised his head and looked into her eyes, smiling shyly. But all he saw was an immense sweetness printed in her face, and all that saw the index was placed on his lips, as if to indicate to continue to keep the secret.


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I think this is the first fic I ever wrote not to turn around a pairing. o_o Maybe the challenge makes me really well.
In any case ... voila: D Avatar to be very powerful, if he convinced me to start writing fanfiction. Though this story is preeminently
KataraCentric, I am a Kataang convinced, so the next story should be a Kataang. > _>

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O_o Ok, first of all, I have a great breath.
Well, I breathed! And now that has enough oxygen can say: Happy Birthday, BARBIEEE! \u0026lt;3
You're a wonderful person, really. However, this will tell you all: it is impossible not to. You are always available, kind, understanding. GOOD. And I appreciate the goodness in others;)
Now that I have listed your strengths by "soggettona" step-by-one you like: you're smart, likeable, and your so clever. Yes, I speak their dialogues in your fic! * _ *
Hmm ... What can I say? We come to the fic?
So this is my very first J2. Initially, we had wrote a half-spn thing, but then I thought I would have preferred something different ... obviously quest'epifania joined me yesterday in the night. In short, it was a quick match, but troubled
XD I hope you like it. Tvb.


Title: Breathless
Author: arial86
Fandom: RPF
Supernatural Characters: Jensen, Jared
Pairing: Jensen / Jared
Rating: G
Summary: For the actors it is essential to keep in shape, But Jensen is not exactly thrilled by it. Will Jared him to discover the benefits of a healthy life?
Notes: Dedicated to babycin for his birthday. We thank the hardworking and fast beta nicomon , danyela81 , candyforever \u0026lt;3
Disclaimer: Jensen and Jared are not my own, otherwise they would lose for sure ff time writing XD



Try to keep his pace is an lost cause. Type the invasion of Russia or a parking lot at rush hour: something that seemed bold and glorious in appearance, but also within your reach, only to be a huge failure.
I'd scream to stop, but I do not think he had enough breath into the lungs or fairly active synapses to unleash so many orders around: I can not stop watching it. They are mesmerized, rapt, a kind of Stendhal Syndrome for my personal work of art.
His strides are safe, powerful. Graceful.
Yes graceful.
It is rare that a guy so tall and so comfortable in her body. In general, above the six feet disappear any kind of elegance and coordination. Such physicality is often a companion of a terrible awkwardness. The posture and gestures they are being penalized, cutting off any chance of success, any pretense of harmony. Lennie in Of Mice and Men? John Coffey? Here the model.
Such a pole will never road, was my final opinion, cleverly concealed by a diplomatic handshake and a fleeting smile. Yeah, shame that a handful of hours on the set and a simple fight scene was enough to make me go back on everything.
I'd never been so in tune with another actor, during a fight. His movements were fluid and precise, to my mirror. Her body was perfectly suited to my two halves together miraculously. The cut, his laughter still echoed in my ears, its warmth caress that refused to fade away. He held out his arm and helped me get up. You fucked up, I found myself thinking. And I was right. Shit, if I had ...
"You're watching your ass, right?" Jared pants.
Oh, has the breath: it is human.
"Guilty" grin, leaning on his knees.
The air we breathe in burning to death. The spleen is a dull pain, his legs numb and destroyed: Christ, you can leave it?
Star of the small screen cut short by a heart attack. The poor guy was running for hours, it was thought maybe a kid? Only witness of the tragedy, his colleague and best friend and partner, Jared Padalecki: that there is behind this sudden disappearance of the other?
"Jensen?"
Shut up, Jared: I'm showing my obituary.
"Come on, we for others - quick glance to the clock - fifteen minutes. "
again fresh as a daisy.
But he was a corporate motivator in a coal mine? Goblin trained?
"leave me here," gasp, hopefully.
"softened" said, a smile in his voice.
raise my head, playing my best expression in the murderer. Do not take a step back in front of such a demonstration of madness and cruelty, has nerves of steel.
"This idiot" he added, turning her back. "Come on, little miss."
Porto one leg forward, determined to drag lazily over the next fifteen minutes. After all, are only nine hundred seconds, how many steps will there ever be in a lousy nine hundred seconds?
A sudden pain radiating down the entire right calf. I feel the muscles contract and stiffen the whole leg, pierced by dozens of nasty bites. Fantastic, a cramp.
collapses, unable to stay on my feet.
The grass is moist, although it is late afternoon, and there is a rather pungent smell in the air. Wonderful, simply wonderful.
"Houston, we have a problem" hissing through clenched teeth, determined to quickly remove your ass from the suspect lump.
"Cramp?" Why
underlines the obvious?
"But no, I love looking at the world from different perspectives."
"I stand by that also fantastic, right?" She asks, beaming.
Yes, ass face.
He sits next to me and I stretched my leg. The runs with nimble fingers and experienced, dispelling tension and pain.
course we can do with your hands.
jet head back, and I let out a sigh.
Fools chuckles: "It was enough to re-oxygenate muscle, was not brain surgery, Jensen. "
" Hmm. "
" Hey, do not be grumpy: Do not you think you deserve a reward? "she whispers.
His hands linger on me, describing a slow arc toward the top. I must have seen a similar scene in a porno.
him away, before my brain short-faced: someone has definitely need a lesson.
"Maybe, but back home you will not receive anything," murmured back.
back on my feet, but Jared is still sitting, staring at the horse of my pants.
"I enjoy the various ... perspective, eh? "
" Why not? "grins. "I'm not bad, really."
walk a few steps back, giving me completely in his eyes. I opened my arms and shake my head: "Why, Jared, if I arrive at the door before you, today you'll be short."
do not have time to enjoy the expression of disbelief and excitement that is painted on her face : I have to start running, because when I take ...

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[# 78] We Were Students

Title: We Were Students
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Characters / Pairing: Dick Winters and Lewis Nixon
Warning: light light slash, AU
Rating: green-yellow
Cliché:
School # 78 AU A / N: Forgive me . Please ... * Gasps * * pardon-no longer holds and laughs * Ahahahaha, I enjoyed like crazy to write this fic!
Fest@Fanworld.it Fanon: Band of Brothers, Winters / Nixon, Nix-drunk-he lets slip a word too much on our feelings
Disclaimer: is not my thing. The characters are of themselves, but the version I have in mind belongs to Hanks and Spielberg. I take them only on loan to play! * W *
Summary: You are planning a trip to Europe in the footsteps of American soldari during the Second World War.


[fake-cut] Winters had not become class president for the event.

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[# 03] The things that I would rather not tell you

Title: The things that I would rather not tell you
Cliché: # 3 Meet the Parents (Latch)
Fandom: Berserk
Characters: Roderick , Farnese, Serpico and family de Vandimion
Rating : green
Warnings: AU , comedy
Word count: 1356 words
Disclaimer: Berserk is its characters are © by Kentaro Miura, who will not stop worship and curse not return anything to what I write fic and is only the result of my warped mind the terminal stage.
Summary: Roderick grappling with the Farnese family, first and only round. Able to cope?
Notes: numbers, type 33 strikeout, 68 and others, are all bus. Some dialogue is taken directly from Berserk, for economy in history. Written for clicheclash

The things that I would rather not tell you

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Nefrolitiasi

Urolithiasis, or urolithiasis is one of the most common urological disorders. The incidence rate for 1997 was 426.7 cases per 100 000 inhabitants. The prevalence of urolithiasis, morbidity and mortality caused by the current problem. In recent years, the incidence of urolithiasis has a tendency to increase, because of increasing life expectancy, changes in people's diet. While the people are most men of working age than women.

Causes of bladder stones nephrolithiasis Uric acid is a type of kidney stones associated with the violation of purine metabolism and the accumulation of greater amounts of uric acid, due to increased consumption of foods rich in protein, in the context of declining physical activity. People who are overweight are more likely to stone formation of uric acid. However, not only on-nutrition, but prolonged fasting leads to increased concentration of uric acid in the blood.

Of particular note is the ability of alcohol to block the release of uric acid by the kidneys, causing an increase in its concentration in urine.

High levels of uric acid in urine can be caused by caffeine. Although caffeine increases urine production, showing the same uric acid at the same time, increases the basal metabolic rate, increasing the formation of uric acid. If the amount of caffeine consumed per day is equal to 1 to 1.5 g and more, some of it is converted into uric acid.

One of the reasons for the increase of uric acid in urine are cancer and blood diseases, especially during therapy with cytostatics or radiation. This is due to the fact that over nukleoproteinovogo strong catabolism of tumor cells, as well as excessive tissue destruction in the process of cytostatic and radiation therapy. In addition, uric acid can accumulate in taking certain drugs: diuretics, antibiotics, corticosteroid hormones. In patients with impaired purine often found a direct correlation between high levels of uric acid in blood plasma and hyperglycemia. In the body

Uric acid is formed by nucleotides nucleotides own food proteins from tissues and the synthesis of the body. The basic form of existence of the latter in the body is lithe monosodium, whose formation is linked to the metabolism of adenine and guanine, two purine bases, consisting of a nucleic acid that forms a nucleoprotein protein. Through the complex transition changes purine bases hypoxanthine and xanthine in which further influenced by xanthine converted into uric acid in urine excreted by the kidneys and can form stones. The symptoms of nephrolithiasis

Clinical symptoms in urate nephrolithiasis mochekamennnoy disease is typical and shows the classic triad of renal colic

* is one of the symptoms main that may be of variable intensity, with increasing temperature, often, this results in connection with the abuse on the eve of alcohol, consumption of large quantities of food to meat, exercise,
* Gross hematuria - blood in urine;
* Discharge of concretions, the presence of sand in the sediment of the urine of yellow-brown;

The diagnosis of nephrolithiasis
The diagnosis of uric acid stones, in violation of purine metabolism is usually not complicated, but, unlike other types of urolithiasis has some differences - not detected by X-ray because it does not absorb X-rays radiographic study begins with an overview urography to confirm rentgennegativnosti contrast or weak stone, which indicates that the impurity a small amount of oxalate. In these situations, you can find concretions: retrograde urography (kidney catheterization with the introduction of contrast, to reveal a filling defect); pnevmopielografiyu (retrograde introduction of oxygen, to view the stone, since the oxygen X-ray is not delayed); pnevmoperetoneum (visualization of kidney stone and the background of the surrounding air) over recent years more and more applied rentgenovsuyu computer tomography, which allows you to view rentgennegativny stone and set it apart from cancer of the pelvis;
method Ultrasonic cheap and effective that is used for both surveys to find the stones in the kidney, upper ureter (with extensions), predpuzyrnogo ureter during bladder filling, and the dynamic examination during therapy litoliticheskoy.
In laboratory studies revealed elevated serum uric acid in normal content ranging from 0.147 to 0.358 mg / dL, but may vary depending on age and sex. The urinalysis is usually determined by the salt of uric acid, acidic urine (pH below 6.4). Leukocyturia and red blood cells common to all forms of nephrolithiasis. The treatment of urate nephrolithiasis

Treatment of urate nephrolithiasis in violation of purine metabolism is complex, aims to reduce uric acid in the extracellular space. To this end, drugs, action urikostaticheskoe okazyvayushee (allopurinol 300 mg. A day under the control of uric acid in blood serum) and the combined action (100 mg benzbromarone. A day under the control of uric acid in serum).

Recommended food restricted diet rich in protein. These include: meat, oily fish, liver, kidneys, brain, mushrooms, meat, fish, mushroom soup, beans, peas, lentils, liqueur, red wine, dark beer, cocoa, chocolate, tea and strong coffee, pickles, meat , pickles, raspberries, figs, mineral water, alkaline (Borjomi).

not recommended for use: spinach, celery, peppers, radishes, cauliflower.

Without limitation, the use of dairy products, eggs, vegetables, rice and oatmeal, wheat and rye bread products, cereals and pasta.

After normalization of the metabolism of purines, while maintaining the flow of urine in the upper urinary tract can be prepared citrate appointment (blemaren, magurlit regime Ural-Y under the control of urine pH), which litoliticheskoe action. The treatment is performed under ultrasound guidance, which reflects the effectiveness of therapy litoliticheskoy. Prescribing vitamins B1 and B6, drugs improve blood circulation (Trental), if necessary spend protivovospaliteluyu therapy. It should be noted
that patients with urate nephrolithiasis in violation of purine metabolism should be the follow-up, for the correction of supportive therapy as soon as a recurrence of the disease.

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Pyelonephritis is second only to upper respiratory tract infections. Over the past 20 years, the incidence gistatsionnym pyelonephritis (pyelonephritis pregnant women) has increased 5 times.
Pyelonephritis is an infection, an inflammatory disease of the kidney with the localization of the disease process in the system pyelocaliceal and interstitium. The process often asymmetric, and leads to deformation of the kidney. The most frequent causes of infectious pyelonephritis, and violation of the flow of urine, hormonal changes, low immunity.

Pyelonephritis can be primary or secondary, acute or chronic, unilateral and bilateral.

Primary pyelonephritis - neabstruktivny, so there is no process that violate the flow of urine.

secondary pyelonephritis occurs when there is a violation of the flow of urine, such as congenital anomalies, a doubling of kidney concretions, nephroptosis.

Acute pyelonephritis often one-sided infective inflammatory process of varying intensity can become chronic, recovery or death.

chronic pyelonephritis - a slow, sometimes escalating inflammatory process in the kidneys, causing sclerosis and deformation of the kidney, as well as increase blood pressure and chronic renal failure.
chronic pyelonephritis more often as a result of acute pyelonephritis, but may be chronic and primary process. Normally, when patients complain of this malaise, the desire to lie down, thirst, dry mouth, refrigeration, palpitations, headache, shortness of breath, volatile joint pain, loss of appetite, nausea. Often harass dull pain in the lumbar region, frequent urination in small portions, especially at night. The disease can be moved, hidden.

classic symptoms of acute pyelonephritis acute pyelonephritis: fever with fever, backache and loss of urine. In the diagnosis of lead is a urine test, which revealed an increase in the number of leukocytes, bacteria, cylinders, at least - red blood cells.

treatment of acute exacerbation of chronic pyelonephritis
Treatment should be started in hospital compared with a mandatory bed rest, diet, use of antibacterial drugs based on their specific effect on the infectious agent. The number of bacteria in the urine after treatment decreases rapidly, so the analysis to determine the form of a microbe and its sensitivity to anti-inflammatory drugs should be conducted at the beginning of the disease and continue to be repeated once in 7 - 10 days.
the 3-day 5 after initiation of treatment temperature, usually decreasing, then goes back pain. In the weeks following improvement of urine, and then blood. To do this requires at least 5 weeks. Earlier this term, antibiotics can not stop. In future, these drugs can be taken within six months of 7-10 days per month viagra . Once a quarter for two years to do the check-up. If during this time, the tests are normal, the disease can be considered cured.
In 20-30% of cases of acute pyelonephritis becomes chronic, which occurs with periods of remission and exacerbation. Exacerbation of chronic pyelonephritis can be treated as an acute process. In remission are advised to follow a regular diet, taking herbs, bring cures.
Treatment of pyelonephritis with herbs

treatment of inflammatory diseases of the kidneys are primarily used plants with anti-inflammatory and diuretic properties, which contain essential oils (the fruit of juniper, birch buds, flowers, pith, leaves, roots and seeds parsley, hops cones), saponins (roots Harrow, born gryzhnika birch leaves), silica or silica (horsetail, the knot-grass), glycosides (bearberry, cowberry) alkoloidopodobnye substances (corn) or tannin (strawberry , nettle).

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[# 76] War

Title: War
Click: # 76 Odi et Amo
Rating: PG14
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Characters: Aragorn / Boromir
Warning: slash, what if ...?
A / N: I want a good soul to Arwen, and Arwen / Aragorn is one of the (few) het couples that I regret very much damage. Minas Tirith but I love even more, and I wanted to set the story, and to keep alive Boromir, poor dear. He attended the
Fanon Fest@Fanworld.it with prompt The Lord of the Rings, Boromir / Aragorn, rivalry, attraction, love and hatred, fights that end up in bed
Disclaimer: is not my thing, I take them only on loan to play.
Abstract: -And maybe I will also have to bow to start calling you "my lord"? Rather do I kill me now! At least my end was something glorious
.--Why? What is wrong nell'inchinarsi your king? - Aragorn asked wearily. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of their own destiny, from which he fled for years, but at the same time could not stand the idea that Boromir was so intolerable

War

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This is a preview of the kind of story that pluck axia_85 for his birthday. What can I say? This is only half-abozzo abortion, but I hope you like it. I could not really do better: I head to pieces at this time and my inspiration has committed suicide together in the last neurons.
Let me know, good: there is one that is Michael! Girl to your level ... maybe just me XD
Many many best wishes \u0026lt;3
PS: Did a fanmix nose when I'm done, I promise;
D PPS: (To passersby) There are spoilers about the end of the fifth season.
PPPS: I wanted to say something relevant but I am forgotten XD

Nothingness has no color and shape, texture or structure. He does not remember the glowing fire that gives life or death, the dark ready to choke in its cold embrace.
is an absence. The absence, probably.
overwhelm you and envelops you, however, prevent drowning. Faithful companion certainty that never emerge from its stagnant waters. Alienated any hope or flattery, even that, scary, touching one day the bottom of the abyss.
Needless to fight and rebel here. Nothing can stop quest'inesorabile fall, except, of course, His word. But it would make any attempt to sterile condemnation and redemption.
weight, attraction, gravity, wind, words are meaningless in this place. However do not get your hopes to be able to deploy its wings and fly away: end up as brittle torn sails during a storm. I know. I learned this lesson the first time.
Now I just enjoy the journey, waiting for arrivals, sweet and awaited the pain. An impact impossible, to discharge poisonous through every cell of your body and, finally, confirmation of being alive. To exist and suffer. You are not part of anything around you, not yet.
And here it is ground.
Thousands of crystals ice rise all around, to finally fall in a shower of fine diamonds. I look at them one by one, little gems that disappear in the dark without having obtained the minimum reflection.
I stand up on legs fairly stable and I can not help but congratulate myself a textbook landing. Maybe in the future, I will touch the ground light and agile as a cat. Practice makes perfect, you know.
jet head back and burst out laughing. I feel that I could go on for all eternity. We: are they crazy?
A noise behind me and I remember: I am not alone.
My laughter go out, but a stubborn grin I still tends his lips: seems almost poetic.
He stands and looks around. I bet that the perspective from which it has had in the past did not render justice to the place. A hell-hole, literally.
not yet aware of my presence, but it should not surprise me: it's always been looking for something else, someone else's. Approval that despite all his sacrifices seem to have not yet earned.
"That was what you expected?" It
time.
A deep vertical gash on his face swollen and pesto, the right eye almost completely closed, an arm unnaturally abandoned along the side.
"Shut up" I intimate voice against his firm.
gives me back again. Its wings are damaged and mottled with red, in various places one can see the bones.
He opposed with all his being to fall, must be exhausted. It is for this that does not heal his wounds?
Part of me feels the need to stand by him, make him understand that it is not alone. To help him.
I'm here, Michael. There have always been.
But that face constantly facing something they are not inflexible and I back that prevented me from closer. How much can flaunt superiority When he has to throw away? Where do so casually and detachment? It's his world was torn to pieces, shit.


(To be continued ... or not? XD)

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because Fall?


Why is my favorite time of year:) ..... for now.
I like things hot or give heat.
the bright colors of autumn make me feel immersed in a romantic atmosphere.
I have no idea what I'll do some of this journal.
I decided, until I, let go of the thoughts of the moment.

These are two paintings in Thomas Kinkade, I really like what he paints.
the colors of his paintings are alive but always warm in the winter:)

source: http://www.claudio.debiasio.name/ita/hobbies/passioni/passioni_03.htm

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embed media ????? mah! exist a site with explanations?
ask me why icons appear on the home of sheep
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[# 7] Vanity and Jealousy

Title : vanity and jealousy
Cliché: # 7 Let's cut a (scale)
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shonen to implication, Oneshot, a pinch of crossover there early
Disclaimer: These two wonderful characters belong to C. Doyle and I love them and I can only envy the genius of their author! Robert and Jude also belong to themselves and I can only love them and thank their mothers * __ *
Note: this is the second step of the scale! I apologize from now with all the fans of Holmes and Watson for the crap I wrote, as I'm reading the various stories of Doyle and therefore I still have a thorough knowledge of their history, so I based on some first novels and a bit on the last film to feature my Holmes and Watson. It 's a story without being pretentious, and is also the first in the fandom.


of vanity and jealousy

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[# 4] Too sexy to be human

Title: Too Sexy to be human
Cliché: # 4, Secret Identity (scale)
Fandom: Queer as Folk (USA)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimers: Brian and Justin If you belong to me as I can certainly keep them entertained .. . The fic is written in a non-profit and for the sheer pleasure of mine and daredevils who will read it.
Summary: Babylon And if an evening-dress?
Notes: Well well, the climb begins immediately with an NC-17 slash, just to let me know immediately as the maniac that XD It 's the first time that I write for this fandom, and my knowledge of Queer stop at the first series, so imagine the fic set during the period of the first episodes.

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Damn! Break My Fall

Today very special occasion: a few days ago I emizzato! No, I'm not here to brag of my emo-enterprises, instead I write to thank those who helped me out of my crazy tunnel of razor blades and self-pity: vahly \u0026lt;3 My
Damned is a truly exceptional person, even if I do not think it will ever really matters. Intelligent, likeable, Pucci, generous ... ie, we speak of the Saviour of the Fatherland!
We met when he chose acting over the Faig BingBang from fanart and fanmixare, but the real deal I did. Sure, thought I was beginning to be a jumping-jumping-hospitalized, but no one is perfect ... and then it is true that hopping u_u
However, during the months I began to discover more about her, until the shocking meeting in Rome ... O_o
Having survived that, I decided that nothing could kill me and I became immortal * laughs maniacally *
So I take this opportunity to thank also my story of eternal life \u0026lt;3
It will be the chief demon in the group of lazy, but with me it has never ... I mean, I do not comment on the fic, but know we can not kill her? * Thinks for a bit 'up and finally rejects the idea
* Listen to my vents, you come under my monologues scleranti, overwhelms me with ALIIIII: Q_, I fanmixa stuff, forcing me to participate in contests, I improved the curriculum, I clogged up the phone and facebook! I mean, here I come to the level of personal secretary! And perhaps there is someone who makes me more than you or sclera that is more skilled with BOTTLE? I would not say own. THANK YOU DAMAGE!
I love you and you puccia! Always count on me \u0026lt;3

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[# 100] Aristocrat Boyfriend Wanted

Title: Boyfriend Wanted Aristocrat
Cliché: # 100, just to pretend ...? (The Piano)
Fandom: Avatar-The Last Airbender
Rating: For all
Warning: Spoiler!
Disclaimers: Not my !
Notes: Participates in the loser! Fandom fest fanworld Toko promt with the "aristocracy"

- You can not ask for Aang? -
- Too famous .-
- A Sokka? -
- Too stupid .-
- In one of your friends rulers ? -
- Too rude .-
- Katara? -
- Zuko, Katara is a woman, I can not ask them! -

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dear Russian friends,
I need your help .....
right now translating episod Masyanya "if stars are lit ..." and I do not know what the word " F AVENO "....

вот ссылка комикса: www.mult.ru/comics/comics_91.html


помогите мне, пожалуйста ....

Спасибо

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Title: Break My Fall
Author: arial86
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G
Word Count: 3317 (Word)
Summary: The first and the second clash between Michael and Lucifer, seen through the eyes of Gabriel. Will the champion of the faith to kill his brother or less will be his fate?
Characters: Michael , Gabriel, Azrael, Helel
Warning: Mild (?)
blasphemy XD Note: I thank vahly for its magnificent fanart, Nicole and fleur93 for the wonderful fanmix and orchidea_lover to be a very patient beta. Of course, all errors will count against me bla bla bla, bla bla bla Hail to the beta XD
ff I dedicate this to them and to my four treacherous Bro 'who is always complaining and threatening: Greetings again, Fio <3

 “I can fly, but I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness,
but I crave the light that he brings.
Revel in the songs that he sings.
I can love, but I need his heart.
I am strong even on my own,
but from him I never want to part.
He’s been there since the very start.”
(Gabriel, Lamb)

La notte è limpida, serena.
La Luna si specchia sul mare, tingendo di indaco le sue acque altrimenti nere.
Il suono della risacca è rhythmic reassuring. I feel the essence of my answer to her appeal, the creature that was once ready to dive in his element and bend to their will.
Suddenly, the body becomes so familiar stranger, limiting. A trap.
The breeze carries the salty smell of the ocean and the sweet and pungent blood. His.
is sitting on the shore. A hand protectively close to his chest, staring horizon.
It was not even aware of my arrival.
"Michael?" He began, hesitantly. It
time.
"Brother?"
His eyes are wide open, fever. She stares at me with frightening intensity, but no trace of actual recognition on his face: I do not believe that ...?
"I am Gabriel ..." he muttered, feeling the familiar twinge of pain and shame to say that name.
Michael smiles, showing teeth stained red: "Of course you are."
It collects and returns to focus on the landscape, seemingly oblivious of my presence. I sit beside him in silence.
The sand is cold and firm. Start to pile up in shallow heaps, quickly dragged away by the current.
"It's a game for children," said, tired. A smile in his voice.
"I thought I'd repeated the parable of the man who built his house upon the sand" I say, laughing.
"It would be hypocritical of me, is not it? I ... "A coughing fit
puts an end to the discussion. He bends forward and takes a hand to mouth. The other is firmly nailed to the ground, shaken by a tremor visible. Lazy
scarlet rivulets soak the clothes she wears light, large drops rolling down the fabric now sodden, heavy rain The liquid rubies ...
hold in your arms, forcing him to raise his head.
"Michael!"
"He-helel?" Reverse
eyes back and lost consciousness.
Shit! A deep vertical cut
marten's chest, a few inches to the right or higher and would kill him. But you did not want to get to this, true, Lucifer? There
hill above the palm.
guess the wound close: tiny cells that come back to shrink and how to weave the meshes of a network, the walls of the veins again intact, the blood begins to flow to the heart, muscles and tissues that are bunched up, and finally the two flaps of skin that match. Disappeared, as ever.
That's how it works: you wish, you concentrate, you get it. Practically a child at Disneyland. Not this time. Michael continues to bleed.
do not understand, why can not I heal? I sat at the throne of our Father, His messenger and now I fail where a poor surgeon succeed?
"Wake up, damn it!" Hissing furiously. And if
tirassi forced out of this body? Maybe I would have more chance of success by separating them ... No, Michael is too weak to this would end up killing him.
What do I do? I still remember clearly his first encounter with Lucifer.
iconography and human sources do not do justice to such a battle. Perhaps because it is reassuring to believe that good can triumph over evil without any difficulty, most likely because the history is written by the winners. The fact is that Michael actually came out destroyed.
imprison the Morning Star and the most powerful of the angels who chose to follow him? Well, let's say it was not exactly a walk in the park.
Michael and Lucifer were on the ground, one above the other two figures terrible and exhausted, both human and divine. Abandoned their swords and away, the wings and visible ... The armies of both watched the scene properties, holding my breath.
suddenly arose the voice of Michael. Initially low and uncertain, then high and chanting. He recited a curse.
pronounced the name of God and the whole earth shook, opening beneath them. Lucifer tried to get up, but Michael drove him to the ground.
"Let me go," commanded Lucifer, and that horrible abyss swallowed both. Michael
shook his head and strengthened his grip. They were intertwined with one another, their bodies, their wings, their essences ...
Something made her way from the darkness of hell, and wrapped himself around Lucifer. They looked thin filaments of red cloth, but moved like tentacles. They were alive, conscious, and pointing his light. Rallied around its wings and the white feathers began to darken, becoming black as the abyss in which they were dragging.
Lucifer was a cry of pain and anger, to which Michael responded with a reassuring smile, "Do not be afraid, Helel."
A shiver ran down my spine, while a horrible presentiment made its way into my heart. Lucifer look confirmed my fears: she was shocked, terrified.
"No, do not do it," he whispered, weak. Whatever
were those ugly creatures were feeding him, of his grace. His eyes were vacant, almost extinct. Soon he would faint.
"Ssshh" Michael said, still calm.
Now gently touched the wings of Lucifer, muttering something. It took me a while to understand what he was saying: it was a hymn. I had often heard Michael sang to him, when it seemed that only his voice could calm him down and flatter. At that moment I was sure I would have lost both.
Those little things were now locked together also with Michael, and it does not oppose any resistance. He dropped his head on the shoulder of Lucifer. Eyes closed, his face serene expression. Were dragged down.
I turned away, unable to stand still.
With a scream, Azrael jumped out of our ranks and rushed to Michael. She grabbed his neck and life, and tore away from the abyss. The Inferno closed soon after.
laid him gently the ground.
The battle raged again, but no one dared to approach the body of our general. He soon formed a circle around them.
I made my way through the crowd, ignoring the unpleasant spectacle of dead bodies and the prayers of the dying.
I knelt beside them. Michael lay motionless. Blood and dirt stood out on the pallor of her skin, marked by deep livid streaks. The touch of those beings.
traced with his fingers one of them, ran from the wrist the recess of the elbow. Burned and throbbed fiercely. Withdrew her hand, horrified.
"What the fuck are, Azrael? And what's going on? "
point her eyes to me and I felt the weight of his knowledge. Azrael, the first angel, the one that has always existed and hugs him the book of the dead. The first creature of our father's death and life had come together.
"There I was the first, Gabriel," he said.
that I could not fix it, confused, "What are you talking about?"
Michael was playing with her hair. Veered between his fingers a blonde curls, smoothing and smoothing the time. It was very concentrated, mesmerized.
"Azrael"
We collected an uncertain smile touched his lips: "His first experiments were not successful. For some things there need training, I suppose. "
" Experiments? "hissed. "You're talking about those things? They are our brothers? "
" I'm miserable drafts, Gabriel. Simple sketches, we are his masterpiece. "
" It's going well, and then cast them into Hell? "
Azrael shook his head condescendingly:" I am vile abortions are incomplete, violent, crazy. "A grin just mentioned, then" what the Hell are there for a reason ... You saw what they eat. "
Light, heat. Grace.
"It's his guard dogs?"
"Each prison has its jailers," commented dryly.
I was disgusted, upset. I felt a sour taste in the back of the throat: Our Father had always known that Lucifer would betray him. He had been a revolt, but of a design. He handled both he and Michael, along with all of us. Why? What was your goal?
"Do not take questions when you would not be able to withstand the answers" suggested Azrael, benevolent. "Now let us have him, we can not allow our champion to fall."
He bent over him.
Michael's wings were now completely black, the same color assumed by the cuts on his arms ... and his aura. It was becoming one of those things?
"can not transform, Gabriel. Only ... mutilate gasped.
Dia ... What?
The right of Azrael in his chest had disappeared. It was a gruesome scene: you had sunk up to the wrist and used it to explore with meticulous care. That his ribs had miraculous properties? That his lungs were a panacea? A
to choke and pulled his body from a ball of light crimson beaded with dew. Part of his grace.
to his lips to Michael and forced him to open up. The small world imploded soon after, creating a rain of gold poured into his mouth.
few moments and it stopped. Time seemed to stop, the only sounds those of the battle and the convulsive gasp of Azrael.
Michael was not breathing. His heart had stopped, his eyes still closed.
"What now?" I asked impatiently. Azrael
touched the forehead of Michael: "Go home, brother."
latter was shaken by a quake, then lay again: he had returned to Heaven.
"Now, we go, Gabriel," he said. "I know that you keep the strictest of confidence about what I told you," he added, baring his teeth in imitation of a smile.
leave me alone.
empty and battered body of his Touch the ground with a distinct thud. I grabbed one of Michael and I left that place.
I found myself on a beach. The sun was rising, yet few stars dotted the sky later.
I casually asked what was the Paradise of this guy. She was so young: fifteen, at most sixteen. What were his dreams, before Michael consume them away? Why had surrendered? Save the world? Become a hero?
smiled sadly, all questions were useless now, right?
Whoever it was had died. And with him her story.
"Sorry, little" I whispered, strangely uncomfortable.
I stood up and noticed something tight in his fist had feathers. Some white, others black. Those of Lucifer.
I took and joined my brothers. Michael
remained unconscious for centuries. The
were lying on a bed of gold in the throne room. Day and night, tirelessly, seraphim modulated songs and prayers. Once their voices had moved the Heavens, now rocked the slow breathing of their prince. Even the powers of Raphael could redeem it.
The doubt was spreading, slow and malicious here as they were finished the two beloved children, that would happen to the rest of us? It was a continuous series of whispers and speculation, conjecture and lies.
I only I was immune: I watched the closed eyelids of Michael and Lucifer, and I knew that he slept the same sleep. Part of me was praying that you never wake up.
Michael but he did it.
I was at his side for the first time since the battle. Before me is not the beautiful creature made of light and power, but the fragile boy with blond hair. Her skin was warm, his face relaxed.
holding in my fingers the five feathers. I opened the palm of Michael and I put them there.
was as if he had gone through a shock: his muscles grew tense, then relax again, and his eyes widened. I could read them in depth, rest and blind determination. The feathers in his hand glowing reddish, before being suffocated by the flames. I walked away with one arm and sat down.
Whatever had happened, Michael was changed. I took refuge in the land ...
"You wake up, not this time."
I spun around, instinctively placing them between Michael and the possible threat.
Azrael.
"Brother, what are you doing here?" Asked, tense.
His gaze is indecipherable, unlike the grin that tends lips.
"My work" replies, kind.
shake my head in disbelief.
"What can you do, Gabriel? Apparently, these days, even the scum should be dealt with white glove "snorts, annoyed. "Raphael begged me not to leave in the hands of a reaper, can you believe?"
He steps forward, dramatically raising the sleeves of the jacket: "Courage, by facts. I can not wait to leave this stinking hole "he continues, wrinkling her nose.
"N-no! It's crazy, Azrael: I lanciasti among those sons of bitches to save it and now you want to kill him with your hands? It's our general, is your brother! "
throws his head back and laughs:" I saved because I was part of his plan, but obviously failed in its function, and when the tokens are useless ... "
pinch your fingers into a fist and Michael turns into an inert weight in my arms. Her heart slows, breathing becomes more
processed ... "NO!"
shooting distance. The ocean is raised with me, creating a barrier around our bodies. She is tall, impenetrable.
"You think to stop it, Gabriel? You, slimy creature ran away from his own brothers! "
His voice was muffled by the roar of the water arrives.
It's my turn to laugh: "What a pity that in spite of your greatness, Azrael, you have never seen our father. It must hurt, so just be, devoted, but to remain confined in your corner praying that I need you ... "
"Shut up!" He shouts, furiously.
"Do you believe in obeying all its orders, one day you will earn your love?" I insist, sweet. "You make me so sorry."
remains in silence for a few seconds, then force the wall of water.
feel his aura wrapped around it, looking for a crack, a weak point. I do not find it.
"Do not make me hurt you too, brother," hisses in frustration.
"Try" I say. "This is my element, Azrael. You know, I always wondered who you would escorted once dead, we find out? "
This puts an end to their attempts:" Okay, as you prefer. Your efforts have been futile, however: Michael will die too, "he says, disappearing.
I drop the barrier and fall to the ground, breathless. I can not say that I had missed the lively exchange of views with the relatives ...
The adrenaline goes down, leaving a metallic taste in the mouth. I find myself shaking.
Michael is alive, but Azrael was right not hold much longer.
"I think there has just been removed from his Christmas list," he murmured, slightly hysterical. Overflow
her clothes are soaked. In some places, however, the fabric is cured, the dried blood. From the bleeding? And how can do it again?
Son of a bitch ... Michael was trying to heal itself, did not give up. He just needs a little push in the right direction.
"Hold on, Mikey."
put his hands on his heart and close my eyes, concentrating on every single beat. I slow down my, perfect synchronization with her. Even breathe in unison, but we should do more to save it.
Overcome quest'involucro meat, focusing on its real essence. A sea of white and glowing orange, crimson languages in which they swim. Our auras are completely opposite, mirror image, but there is something that unites them and allows men to be our means: it is the breath of God, present in each of his creatures.
We do not have a soul, for the angels all ends when that stifling plaintive murmur. There is, however, reason revive it.
It is not easy at all. It is life that feeds on life, and once contact is established is almost impossible to rescind. If it is established.
The Idiot is exhausted, but I fought with all his strength, preventing me from entering.
Michael has never let anyone get close, not after the fall of Lucifer, but I can not let them die of shame and obstinacy.
"professional ... and I'll be gentle, I promise."
I try again and I get rejected. His attack is violent, desperate not know who I am. Damn, it has further weakened the movement. Her aura has shrunk, its colors now more bright and warm. It's like the explosion of a star: a dazzling glow last before disappearing into the darkness of the universe ... Stupid jerk, end up killing each other.
change strategy.
"Michael ..." I whisper, then sing their anthem. My voice goes down, it softens. My essence around her, gently forcing its defenses. And, finally, Michael relents. Overflow
the warm flame, now reduced to so little light. Trembles at my touch, only to blossom into a rainbow of reds.
being torn away.
open my eyes. Michael sprawling, dancing surprise and confusion on his face, giving expression a bit 'stupid and very, very young. He has one hand on
chest, the wound disappeared.
I burst out laughing.
"I knew that eventually I would have liked, ugly bitch" grin, relieved.
Respond to my smile, still disoriented, "Thanks," he murmurs.
"Imagine. Now would you mind telling me what the fuck have you done? "
He looks down, embarrassed:" I do not know what you mean, Gabriel. "
" Oh, I think you know very well. Azrael because we had so much to you, you lost your favorite scythe? "Asked, sarcastically.
"Azrael has simply backed the wrong horse, that's all. "
" Yeah, it has displaced more than a bookmaker "grant. "I wonder how it is possible."
"I'm not invincible," says dryly.
"O Lucifer was perhaps more motivated ..."
"I am thousands of years preparing for this confrontation," he growls, but I recognize its recitation.
"Yes, I prepared to lose. Why?
Chirped and, when pressed, admits: "Why not? I had to rip the heart and bring him home as a trophy? Kill my own brother and be lifted up above all others for this? "
is angry, upset. The sand under him has turned into glass. I hear that terrible heat against my skin and lift your arms in a gesture of surrender: "I advise you to take it slow, Michael. You are not yet fully healed ... Can I ask you a question or risk ending up like a turkey? "
smiles," no fire. After all, I suppose dovertelo. "
" Why did not you refuse? For our Father? "
shakes his head:" I am the eldest, Gabriel. Everyone looks at me. Are a guide, an example. If I refused, other angels would fall. Also, now no one will dare attack Helel. He finally got what she wanted and is safe, I do not need anything else. "
The first tears streaming down her cheeks. I do not understand, I never understood and I left alone to fight a similar battle. Lucifer had his pain of betrayal and desire for revenge, but Michael? What was he? About who could count?
"It was not your fault, Gabriel" she murmured, wiping away the drops from my face. It puts
standing and time, decided to leave. The port
her arms around him and hugging. Stiffens, reluctant to indulge in such proximity.
"believes lucky, Michael: I wanted to get punched."
laughs and relaxes, "Thank you, again. Now let me go, though: there's nothing here for me. "
you're wrong on this, brother.
"No, not going anywhere: you are still weak and Azrael wants you ass, you need someone to take care of you."
"I do not need a bodyguard or a nurse," exclaims , resentful.
Behold, the pride. And speaking of Lucifer ...
"Take it like a vacation between two outcasts then, I bet you are not looking forward to see you home ..." I
notes, insecure.
"You'll see that after a week with me, you will not want to leave" I say, put his arm around her shoulders. "Never tasted the whipped cream?"
I reserve an exasperated look, but follow me.
His eyes are alive again, smiling. Do not shine the light that Lucifer could only give them, but I am confident these two love each other more than any else, I know now with certainty. They have already deviated from the path set before them, now you just have to make sure that you remove the head from the butt and being aware of them. And I'm here for.

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The design of Vale is beautiful, period. I love it.
It soon might end up in camp as sbavosissimo header * _ *
Ali, Ali, ALII * lose a moment the reason behind his wings! Kink XD *

This is a simple scan of the masterpiece \u0026lt; , 3

This rather disturbing his version
* _ * I love it, damn dirty \u0026lt;3

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The front and back of the fanmix, thank Flora \u0026lt;3



The traces of Nicole. These are the songs that have inspired me and those closest to the mood of the story. I leave the lyrics too * _ *

30 Seconds to Mars ~ Attack
I will not Suffer, Be Broken, Get Tired or wasted
Surrender to nothing
Or give up what I started and stopped it
From end to beginning
A new day is coming
And I am finally free.

30 seconds to mars ~ R-evolve
A revolution has begun today for me inside
The ultimate defence is to pretend
Revolve around yourself  just like an ordinary man
The only other option is to forget.

30 seconds to mars ~ kings and queens
We were kings and queens of promise
We were phantoms of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser god
Between heaven and hell.
The age of man is over
A darkness comes
And all these lessons that we’ve learned here
Have only just began

Breaking Benjamin ~ Give me a sign
No longer the lost
No longer the same
And I can see you starting to break
I’ll keep you alive
If you show me the way
Forever and ever
The scars will remain.

Breaking Benjamin ~ Without you
All I have is one last chance
I won’t turn my back on you
Take my hand drag me down
If you fall then I will too
And I can’t save what’s left of you.

Snow patrol ~ Chasing cars
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever will
It’s here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see
I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

Muse ~ Coma
We’ll fall asleep
So deeply out of reach
For years feeling dead
We can fall right out of bed.

Muse ~ Hoodoo
Come into my life
Regress into a dream
We will hide
Build a new reality
Draw another picture
Of the life you could have had
Follow your instincts
And choose the other path
You should never be afraid
You’re protected
From trouble and pain
Why, why is this a crisis in your eyes again?

Lamb ~ Gabriel
I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
I can love
But I need his heart
I am strong even on my own
But from him I never want to part
He’s been there since the very start.

Pearl Jam ~ come back
And these days they linger on
And in the night I’m waiting for
The real possibility that I may meet you in my dreams
Every night I’m waiting for
The real possibility that I may need to end my pain
Sometimes you’re there and you’re talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you’re next to me
And it’s ok.

Foo Fighters ~ Cold day in the sun
I wish I could take it away
And save you from yourself
You get so lost inside your head
Like no one else
Are you looking for someone to blame?
Did you blame me all along?
You’ll take the heat
But you would never take the fall.

Nightwish ~ Two for tragedy
Sleep Eden sleep
My fallen son
Slumber in peace
Cease the pain
Life’s just in vain
For us to gain
Nothing but all the same
No healing hand
For your disease
Drinking scorn like water
Cascading with my tears
Beneath the candle bed
Two saddened angels - in heaven, in death
Now let us lie
Sad we lived sad we die
Even in your pride
I never blamed you
A mother’s love
Is a sacrifice
Together sleeping
Keeping it all
No sympathy

No eternity One light for-each loop
undeserved tear Beneath the candle bed Two souls with everything yet
To Be Said

The full fanmix with the art, the twelve songs and lyrics can be downloaded here ^ _ ^