Monday, March 22, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Dry Shampoo Dark Hair
fannysdera @ 2010-03-21T03:03:00
My name is Stephanie, I'm 24, live in Lecce and a college student. Study translation and interpreting at the University of Salento. The languages are English and Russian studies.
This profile was created by me, has as its starting point the argument of my thesis: a comic book translated from Russian to Italian Russian "Masjanja" Oleg Kuvaev. In fact, for a few months I am in charge of the translation of some cartoons, with the help of some members of my live journal Russian (www.stepag.livejournal.com, which helps me to extricate themselves from the various depths of the Russian language .
what I propose now is to test the impact of the cartoons that I have translated the Italian public (they have the same effect that the Russian public has on the original comic or not? and if not, why? what's wrong ?)
Ma .. who is MASJANJA ??
I Masjanja the Russian character was created by Oleg Kuvaev, which in 2001 created the first episodes of a cartoon created by a new technique for the time: the animation Flash. The same character is also the protagonist of a "strip" (comic strip) and the latter is the object of my study.
Kuvaev own admission, Masjanja was born first as a hobby, while his creator in a company working as a designer of games. In a few years Masjanja has received considerable interest from media, the public youth (between 25 and 30 years of age) and also had official recognition. In Russia
Masjanja character has become a cult figure and every day your website is visited by thousands and thousands of people (www.mult.ru).
Masjanja is a young Russian girl who lives in an apartment in St. Petersburg, along with her boyfriend. The appearance of
Masjanja is very special and original: it has a large oval head, bulging eyes, only six hairs on his head and hands and legs, very thin. Always wears a red tank top and blue miniskirt that leaves open the navel.
Masjanja's attitude in dealing with the everyday is a mixture of optimism and self-mockery and irony, at times, but never sound sarcastic cynicism. In life, has played a myriad of work by the delivery of newspapers to participate in radio programs, via that of a singer in a punk-rock band. She leads a life does not just "healthy", in fact swill, smoking and frequent night clubs. The relationship between
Masjanja and politics is almost entirely lacking, as is the case among the younger generation. As has been stated by the same Kuvaev "Masjanja is almost unaware of the existence of political parties or movements, although she may notice some anarchists or cosmopolitan attitudes. ",
Masjanja But is not the only character in this popular comic, and beside her there are 3 other characters: •
Hrjundel ' , the boyfriend of Masjanja;
• Loxmatyj, the guitarist friend "cicciotello"
• Ljas'ka girl Muscovite friend Masjanja known in chat.
My name is Stephanie, I'm 24, live in Lecce and a college student. Study translation and interpreting at the University of Salento. The languages are English and Russian studies.
This profile was created by me, has as its starting point the argument of my thesis: a comic book translated from Russian to Italian Russian "Masjanja" Oleg Kuvaev. In fact, for a few months I am in charge of the translation of some cartoons, with the help of some members of my live journal Russian (www.stepag.livejournal.com, which helps me to extricate themselves from the various depths of the Russian language .
what I propose now is to test the impact of the cartoons that I have translated the Italian public (they have the same effect that the Russian public has on the original comic or not? and if not, why? what's wrong ?)
Ma .. who is MASJANJA ??
I Masjanja the Russian character was created by Oleg Kuvaev, which in 2001 created the first episodes of a cartoon created by a new technique for the time: the animation Flash. The same character is also the protagonist of a "strip" (comic strip) and the latter is the object of my study.
Kuvaev own admission, Masjanja was born first as a hobby, while his creator in a company working as a designer of games. In a few years Masjanja has received considerable interest from media, the public youth (between 25 and 30 years of age) and also had official recognition. In Russia
Masjanja character has become a cult figure and every day your website is visited by thousands and thousands of people (www.mult.ru).
Masjanja is a young Russian girl who lives in an apartment in St. Petersburg, along with her boyfriend. The appearance of
Masjanja is very special and original: it has a large oval head, bulging eyes, only six hairs on his head and hands and legs, very thin. Always wears a red tank top and blue miniskirt that leaves open the navel.
Masjanja's attitude in dealing with the everyday is a mixture of optimism and self-mockery and irony, at times, but never sound sarcastic cynicism. In life, has played a myriad of work by the delivery of newspapers to participate in radio programs, via that of a singer in a punk-rock band. She leads a life does not just "healthy", in fact swill, smoking and frequent night clubs. The relationship between
Masjanja and politics is almost entirely lacking, as is the case among the younger generation. As has been stated by the same Kuvaev "Masjanja is almost unaware of the existence of political parties or movements, although she may notice some anarchists or cosmopolitan attitudes. ",
Masjanja But is not the only character in this popular comic, and beside her there are 3 other characters: •
Hrjundel ' , the boyfriend of Masjanja;
• Loxmatyj, the guitarist friend "cicciotello"
• Ljas'ka girl Muscovite friend Masjanja known in chat.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Where Can I Buy A Gold Skirt?
Undisclosed
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arial86
Title: Undisclosed Desires
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Michael Dean.
Summary: Michael and Dean meet again in a dream. Will the Archangel to wrest his consent?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam do not belong to me, but if Kripke Dean gave me would make me very happy.
Author:
arial86 Title: Undisclosed Desires
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Michael Dean.
Summary: Michael and Dean meet again in a dream. Will the Archangel to wrest his consent?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam do not belong to me, but if Kripke Dean gave me would make me very happy.
“Perfect, like a marble statue. Cold. No choice, only obedience.”
(Anna Milton, Heaven and Hell)
“No one knows what it’s like
to feel these feelings
like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
on their anger,
none of my pain and woe
can show through.”
(Behind Blue Eyes, Limp Bizkit)
(Anna Milton, Heaven and Hell)
“No one knows what it’s like
to feel these feelings
like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
on their anger,
none of my pain and woe
can show through.”
(Behind Blue Eyes, Limp Bizkit)
Il sole risplende, brillante e caldo. Si immerge nelle limpide acque del fiumiciattolo, frantumandosi in un arcobaleno di riflessi. Tutto intorno lo stormire del vento fra le fronde, il canto sottile degli uccelli, il placido frinire degli insetti. È a paradise, its.
And there he was, at the foot of a tree, lulled by the quiet of the countryside and the sweetness of the afternoon.
"Is that what you want, Dean?" I ask, pointing.
He looked at me in surprise: "Jo?"
shake my head: "You know who I am."
they stand, his eyes suddenly hard: "I would say that the nap ends here. What the hell do you want? "
A smile hands me his lips:" You know that too. "
" And you should know my answer "replies. "I figured I was kind of blondes, anyway, "he added, scornfully.
"You mean this ... put ?" Wonder, bringing the arms to the sides and leaning more toward him.
He steps back in disgust, "Do not touch me. You can take any shape you want, I will continue to say no. "
jet head back and began to laugh:" Do you want to corrupt you with that, Dean? Really?
walk a few steps forward, trapping him against the old trunk. The flowing around her shoulders and I rise on tiptoe, "I just wanted to show the face of another person died because of your obstinacy, "I whisper against his ear.
"Go to Hell" hisses angrily, pushing away.
"There have been a couple of times."
"Yes? For the day of visits to the little brother? "
" There are five days in Detroit, Dean. Sam will sell, "he says calmly.
Bleach, but still manages to pull off a defiant grin: "You're lying."
"Why should I?"
"Aside from the obvious?" esclama, esasperato.
“Dovrei sentirmi offeso” incomincio, gelido “ho avuto nelle mie mani la vita di tuo fratello e non l’ho usata per farti pressioni, eri alla mia mercé e non ho levato un dito contro di te. Potrei farti rimpiangere le torture di Alastair, eppure lascio che l’accettarmi rimanga una tua scelta. Non significa nulla per te?”
“Sì, che sei più intelligente di tutti gli altri. Ti illudi però se pensi di convincermi con quella maschera di integrità e quattro discorsetti sul destino: so cosa sei, e non permetterò a te e ai tuoi di manipolarmi yet. "
" And what you do, Dean? "I ask, genuinely curious. "Fighting Lucifer? Drag her ass back to Hell? "
remains silent.
"The battles are not won only with courage," I insist. "You know the story of Hector and Achilles?"
He thinks for a moment: "I saw the film ..."
"And Achilles dragged Hector in the dust. The body of the Trojan hero was torn by dogs and torn by vultures, his city burned to the ground, destroyed his family: men can not win the gods, Dean ... "
laughs and interrupts me, puzzled:" You might find funny? "
" Honestly? Yes Has anyone ever told the end of the story, Mikey? Hector died, but Achilles followed him soon after. It was enough to kill a single arrow, shot by Orlando Bloom to come ... "
" Yeah, too bad that this is not a movie, "I say, condescending.
He smiles again: "Do not commit your mistake, Michael. Not turn our backs on Sam and together we will succeed. After all, Paris is to shoot the winning shot. The gods can be defeated, and you'll find out soon. "
I let you wake up, now running out of arguments.
I watch his dream fade away, the sun goes dark, the water crystallizes, until this little universe does not collapse on itself. A scene that probably will never be reused.
Rest in this space now empty and for some reason upset. It was not hitting his safety. I can recognize the pride and that Dean is not a mere facade: he tried to convince me as much as himself. The problem is
another: the guy he trusts his brother again. He went over his betrayal, not sure riaccadrà. How is it possible? Where does such a certainty?
I had always been convinced that Dean and Sam were our human counterparts, exact mirrors of our condition. Not so, I was wrong. The truth is that I can not forgive Helel, I can not. Its abandonment has left me with a void so great that even light of our father was able to fill. I did know the pain and anger, desire and regret. I will not be dropped, but they are as dirty him. Maybe more.
I delete my brother, hoping to cleanse my spirit. I would like to destroy him to rip him off with all the emotions that I may try.
This makes me a monster? Probably yes, but no matter. Soon it will be over: Ettore help to win and return the statue was a wonderful time.
And there he was, at the foot of a tree, lulled by the quiet of the countryside and the sweetness of the afternoon.
"Is that what you want, Dean?" I ask, pointing.
He looked at me in surprise: "Jo?"
shake my head: "You know who I am."
they stand, his eyes suddenly hard: "I would say that the nap ends here. What the hell do you want? "
A smile hands me his lips:" You know that too. "
" And you should know my answer "replies. "I figured I was kind of blondes, anyway, "he added, scornfully.
"You mean this ... put ?" Wonder, bringing the arms to the sides and leaning more toward him.
He steps back in disgust, "Do not touch me. You can take any shape you want, I will continue to say no. "
jet head back and began to laugh:" Do you want to corrupt you with that, Dean? Really?
walk a few steps forward, trapping him against the old trunk. The flowing around her shoulders and I rise on tiptoe, "I just wanted to show the face of another person died because of your obstinacy, "I whisper against his ear.
"Go to Hell" hisses angrily, pushing away.
"There have been a couple of times."
"Yes? For the day of visits to the little brother? "
" There are five days in Detroit, Dean. Sam will sell, "he says calmly.
Bleach, but still manages to pull off a defiant grin: "You're lying."
"Why should I?"
"Aside from the obvious?" esclama, esasperato.
“Dovrei sentirmi offeso” incomincio, gelido “ho avuto nelle mie mani la vita di tuo fratello e non l’ho usata per farti pressioni, eri alla mia mercé e non ho levato un dito contro di te. Potrei farti rimpiangere le torture di Alastair, eppure lascio che l’accettarmi rimanga una tua scelta. Non significa nulla per te?”
“Sì, che sei più intelligente di tutti gli altri. Ti illudi però se pensi di convincermi con quella maschera di integrità e quattro discorsetti sul destino: so cosa sei, e non permetterò a te e ai tuoi di manipolarmi yet. "
" And what you do, Dean? "I ask, genuinely curious. "Fighting Lucifer? Drag her ass back to Hell? "
remains silent.
"The battles are not won only with courage," I insist. "You know the story of Hector and Achilles?"
He thinks for a moment: "I saw the film ..."
"And Achilles dragged Hector in the dust. The body of the Trojan hero was torn by dogs and torn by vultures, his city burned to the ground, destroyed his family: men can not win the gods, Dean ... "
laughs and interrupts me, puzzled:" You might find funny? "
" Honestly? Yes Has anyone ever told the end of the story, Mikey? Hector died, but Achilles followed him soon after. It was enough to kill a single arrow, shot by Orlando Bloom to come ... "
" Yeah, too bad that this is not a movie, "I say, condescending.
He smiles again: "Do not commit your mistake, Michael. Not turn our backs on Sam and together we will succeed. After all, Paris is to shoot the winning shot. The gods can be defeated, and you'll find out soon. "
I let you wake up, now running out of arguments.
I watch his dream fade away, the sun goes dark, the water crystallizes, until this little universe does not collapse on itself. A scene that probably will never be reused.
Rest in this space now empty and for some reason upset. It was not hitting his safety. I can recognize the pride and that Dean is not a mere facade: he tried to convince me as much as himself. The problem is
another: the guy he trusts his brother again. He went over his betrayal, not sure riaccadrà. How is it possible? Where does such a certainty?
I had always been convinced that Dean and Sam were our human counterparts, exact mirrors of our condition. Not so, I was wrong. The truth is that I can not forgive Helel, I can not. Its abandonment has left me with a void so great that even light of our father was able to fill. I did know the pain and anger, desire and regret. I will not be dropped, but they are as dirty him. Maybe more.
I delete my brother, hoping to cleanse my spirit. I would like to destroy him to rip him off with all the emotions that I may try.
This makes me a monster? Probably yes, but no matter. Soon it will be over: Ettore help to win and return the statue was a wonderful time.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Replacing A Toilet Seat Kohler 3386 Da
[# 1] White horse
Title: White Horse
Cliché: # 1. Damsel in Difficulty
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Rating: G
Warning: Demenziale, Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: 's just a figment of my warped mind, the pen that I got my father, my chronic inability to design, the lack of a decent paint program and auction that Seiya hatching against Jabu. The characters do not belong to me, the ink. My soul is now instead of Kurumada.
Title: White Horse
Cliché: # 1. Damsel in Difficulty
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Rating: G
Warning: Demenziale, Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: 's just a figment of my warped mind, the pen that I got my father, my chronic inability to design, the lack of a decent paint program and auction that Seiya hatching against Jabu. The characters do not belong to me, the ink. My soul is now instead of Kurumada.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Gay Las Vegas Places To Cruise
[# 1] Everything's alright When you look me in the eyes
Title: Everything's alright When you look me in the eyes
Cliché: # 1. Damsel in distress
Beta: eowie
♥ Fandom: RPS Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick / Joe (mentioned), random appearances by Kevin, Frankie, mother & father Jonas.
Rating: PG-13
Alerts: nuances incest (= canon simply because incest), hurt / comfort (for definition, see the prompt) and so much honey! Fluff (this is a normal consequence of their songs.)
Word Count: 2137 (W)
Summary: In the meantime, you realize you have finished the third round of the area. Has no intention of starting fourth, press on the brake knobs and remains a few seconds looking around, uncertain what to do.
Disclaimer: The Jonas Brothers are the property of their same and is not intended to imply anything about them and their lives with this paper. The title comes from When you look me in the eyes of Jonas Brothers. Reputation sacrificed and my hand, and as such has no right to complain.
Notes: on the other hand, eowie will for self-poisoning death of Reputation on the above-mentioned consciousness, but I think that it will accept this with relative lightness. [The inscription on the plaque, can only be: Delusional IN MEMORY OF CHAT IN THE COMPANY OF ALE, Vanya and Linda. Amen.] Even as this fic was born to her and only her, lovvoti, Socia Toothless of Perdition! ♥
Everything's alright When you look me in the eyes
Title: Everything's alright When you look me in the eyes
Cliché: # 1. Damsel in distress
Beta:
eowie ♥ Fandom: RPS Jonas Brothers
Pairing: Nick / Joe (mentioned), random appearances by Kevin, Frankie, mother & father Jonas.
Rating: PG-13
Alerts: nuances incest (= canon simply because incest), hurt / comfort (for definition, see the prompt) and so much honey! Fluff (this is a normal consequence of their songs.)
Word Count: 2137 (W)
Summary: In the meantime, you realize you have finished the third round of the area. Has no intention of starting fourth, press on the brake knobs and remains a few seconds looking around, uncertain what to do.
Disclaimer: The Jonas Brothers are the property of their same and is not intended to imply anything about them and their lives with this paper. The title comes from When you look me in the eyes of Jonas Brothers. Reputation sacrificed and my hand, and as such has no right to complain.
Notes: on the other hand,
eowie will for self-poisoning death of Reputation on the above-mentioned consciousness, but I think that it will accept this with relative lightness. [The inscription on the plaque, can only be: Delusional IN MEMORY OF CHAT IN THE COMPANY OF ALE, Vanya and Linda. Amen.] Even as this fic was born to her and only her, lovvoti, Socia Toothless of Perdition! ♥ Everything's alright When you look me in the eyes
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Prom Dresses In The Galleria
Love Is Deadly Desires
This is the first original post that here. Hope you like \u0026lt;3
Author: arial86
Title: The mortal love
Summary: Saffo observes his beloved Attis for the last time and gives her a silent farewell.
Warning: Femslash
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Federica . One day I shall deal also with "pornovizie, beautiful \u0026lt;3
Your
step is light, graceful.
swathed in silk impalpable, prey and led by the goddess of the dance, you move, elegant and sinuous, following the dictates of the lira.
The blond hair falling in rich waves on your bare shoulders, around her head a crown of flowers. We've caught a few hours ago. While cut off from earth's fragrant decorations, you tell their story, this is the daffodil, white and spotless as the virtue of the boy who gave him the name, the beautiful bluebells, red blood of the beloved by Apollo. Here is the sunflower, witness of the tragic love of Clizia.
"I find there is something beautiful and cruel in the way, still undaunted, faithful, following the chariot of the Sun?" I muttered, sadly. Your laughter
crystal was then raised in the field.
I looked up from the buds scented that holding in my fingers. I felt like a fool, I thought I deridessi.
Your hand was now racing to reassure me: "It's the beauty of mortal love, do not you, Sappho?"
had sunk his face in the warmth of your palm, suddenly curious.
"What do you mean, Attis?" I asked, no longer a teacher, but student.
"What we do not expect poetic metamorphosis or divine vengeance: they are just wonderful."
"And what do we have?" I insisted.
"This" had whispered, hush with the sweetest kisses. "And that" along with my wet lips and throat expert.
A thrill I had when you were a shock came between my breasts. Had you opened up your mouth around the nipple, swelling with his tongue, while your hand was mercifully dropped to extinguish the fire between my legs.
We stay like that, panting, contented, happy, until the sun had disappeared behind the horizon.
was the last time.
I know, I understand the intense and sharp-eyed man in the back of the room. They never turned away from you, Attis. Not once.
will be a devoted husband? An attentive and generous lover? I hope so for you, my beloved.
The music is silent and you closer to your friends. Between giggles and screams will tell you the handsome young man and your cheeks are colored red.
Yes, you will be his and he will be yours, Attis. Promise me one thing: do not forget me. I will not.
This is the first original post that here. Hope you like \u0026lt;3
Author:
arial86 Title: The mortal love
Summary: Saffo observes his beloved Attis for the last time and gives her a silent farewell.
Warning: Femslash
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Federica . One day I shall deal also with "pornovizie, beautiful \u0026lt;3
" Attis, you get tired of thinking
to me, and flights from Andromeda. "
to me, and flights from Andromeda. "
Your
step is light, graceful.
swathed in silk impalpable, prey and led by the goddess of the dance, you move, elegant and sinuous, following the dictates of the lira.
The blond hair falling in rich waves on your bare shoulders, around her head a crown of flowers. We've caught a few hours ago. While cut off from earth's fragrant decorations, you tell their story, this is the daffodil, white and spotless as the virtue of the boy who gave him the name, the beautiful bluebells, red blood of the beloved by Apollo. Here is the sunflower, witness of the tragic love of Clizia.
"I find there is something beautiful and cruel in the way, still undaunted, faithful, following the chariot of the Sun?" I muttered, sadly. Your laughter
crystal was then raised in the field.
I looked up from the buds scented that holding in my fingers. I felt like a fool, I thought I deridessi.
Your hand was now racing to reassure me: "It's the beauty of mortal love, do not you, Sappho?"
had sunk his face in the warmth of your palm, suddenly curious.
"What do you mean, Attis?" I asked, no longer a teacher, but student.
"What we do not expect poetic metamorphosis or divine vengeance: they are just wonderful."
"And what do we have?" I insisted.
"This" had whispered, hush with the sweetest kisses. "And that" along with my wet lips and throat expert.
A thrill I had when you were a shock came between my breasts. Had you opened up your mouth around the nipple, swelling with his tongue, while your hand was mercifully dropped to extinguish the fire between my legs.
We stay like that, panting, contented, happy, until the sun had disappeared behind the horizon.
was the last time.
I know, I understand the intense and sharp-eyed man in the back of the room. They never turned away from you, Attis. Not once.
will be a devoted husband? An attentive and generous lover? I hope so for you, my beloved.
The music is silent and you closer to your friends. Between giggles and screams will tell you the handsome young man and your cheeks are colored red.
Yes, you will be his and he will be yours, Attis. Promise me one thing: do not forget me. I will not.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Retaining Wall Estimate
Fan fiction and Profile
I just want to renew my profile in the coming days I will ask advice ... msn: here you become very laconic
XD Well, what can we say? I wrote a new immortal masterpiece, if you prospettino has seduced, the story is below cut ^ ^
Author: arial86
Title: Far Away
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, etc etc XD
Abstract: The war is won, the Apocalypse foiled, but at what price?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam do not belong to me, but if Kripke Dean gave me would make me very happy.
Notes: Written for axia_85 , one of the few beings living that would welcome such a turn. I hope you like it, beautiful \u0026lt;3
The title is a homage to my Bride, lucy_gu , I love you \u0026lt;3
The room is dark and silent. From the window ajar
enter the evening air. A subtle breeze animates the curtain, a strip of cloth you touched my face. Not turn away, do not disturb. Nothing can do more.
I go with a light step, almost furtive, but the times in which my sudden appearance surprised you're done: I do not possess such power over you and ...
"Hello Dean Announcement finally, sitting next to you.
Your eyes are far, far away. I would like to delude myself that were lost in the magnificence of browns and reds of autumn, but neither would happen first: the court uniforms of the nurses would undoubtedly catalyzed all your attention, leaving little room for rest.
smile, your way you have always been good at finding beauty in small things, they were pretty girls, willing or disgusting menu for a diner. It is in one of those that took our last conversation.
"Do you remember?" I ask rhetorically, touching fingers. Are immobile, frozen. I shake in my trying to communicate some of their heat, with the look with anger, silently cursing the immaculate whiteness of your skin. These are not, can not be in your hands! Where are the fat in your car and the oil of your guns? Land of the cemeteries and the sulfur of the demons? The blood of the creatures hunted and killed, ketchup and sauces that last cheeseburger? The
had devoured greedily, savoring the last bite, and then immediately order the other two.
"It's your last supper, honey?" He said a waitress half age, taking note of your requirements.
"Well, darling, you can never say," I said, smiling. "After all, I believe that indigestion is the least of my problems at the moment," he added, once left alone.
"Yeah," I commented dryly.
"Wow, you're making my stag night great fun, Cas.
" Stag Party? This would make your wife Michael, Dean? I wonder what side of me ... "
" Hey, let's make something perverse. And forget sarcasm, does not suit you. You obviously are the best man "had concluded with a grin, holding up your beer at me. "You're the only one I can ask" you added a mo 'apology. A cold fury
I had invaded those words you could not ask for help from Sam, but that idiot had to support your angel and planned to commit suicide ... So what if I had betrayed my brothers just to save?
"I do not know what you're asking, Dean Michael is absolutely terrible. Nothing will remain of you, "I began, reasonable.
"And if I do not, nothing will remain the world! "retorted decided.
"God will not stand by while ..."
"Why has he done?" I asked with no hint of hostility. Resigned.
This more than anything convinced me to keep quiet: you had made your decision.
You were lifted, pouring it on the table the entire contents of your wallet. Nothing fancy, but almost certainly the most lavish ever left a tip here.
"Dean ..." I murmured, impressed. Did
shrugged, minimizing the gesture: "It will take some more of her. I do not think Michael will have time to maybe go shopping and then I decided to agree with him before: no tunic. "
The smile you had just left the parking lot.
"You want to do here?" I asked, looking around.
"A place or the other." A pause, then: "Castiel, employed him."
Yeah, Sam.
"I promise" I assured.
I brought a hand to his pocket, giving your amulet. Shook his head: "No, continue your search, Cas. And when you find God, digliene four from me ... "
" You know, that day I stopped looking for him, "I say, putting an end to my story. "My faith was less strong than I thought."
The sun filters through a rustling green roof, on your skin, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow. Its rays touch your amulet, now back in place. Do not deserve to wear it, I have failed.
"Sorry" he murmured, "I could not save him."
remains impassive, careless.
shake my head, disappointed. It's stupid, you probably do not even hear my voice, but I was expecting a reaction that Sam is speaking!
"You're not angry, Dean?" I try again.
Get your face in his hands it to me: "Is it my fault if he said yes," I add, hoping to knock down the wall that imprisons you.
Nothing. Stay silent, staring.
I suppose I deserve it: you asked me to watch over your brother and I have used for my purposes. I knew that Michael would never have dealt with it as long as Lucifer a body so weak had lived and felt. Call it honor or loyalty, love, if you prefer, but Michael wanted his brother had a chance. I wish you were free.
It was not difficult to convince Sam, remember all too well the horrors of possession: to be trapped inside your own flesh, the sensation of a foreign body that controls and consumes you, hunger, thirst ... you have not left that state, not knowing the alternative.
knew both of condemning to certain death, but hoped that at least for you the other side there was something good, he thought he deserved the flames of Hell, but he did not hesitate just before sacrifice.
When Lucifer before he found his vessel alone and collaboratively, must have thought that Christmas had come early for him, at least until Sam had not opened his mouth.
"You would have been really proud of him, Dean," I say with a smile. "That day Lucifer has found his true through, but had to do to get a real bath of humility."
I had never seen him so angry, even when Michael was deployed against him. It would kill Sam if he could, but as your brother had warned that Lucifer was in need him, not the other way: to win his personal crusade against humanity, had to take one of you. Definitely not great for a creature so much more ...
At Sam Michael had appeared. Without a word he drew his sword, preparing to fight. Remained silent on allegations of his brother, his eyes did not betray any emotion and I'm sure at that time could not prove.
Angels are simple agents of Fate, instruments to fulfill the will of God Michael was born to fulfill that mission and his whole being tended to that single goal. The pain and anger, pity and remorse have paved the way to doubt, reducing her chances of winning. A single breach in the armor and full armor would collapse. I thought that Lucifer wanted to build on this, attempting to ensure success with his poisonous tongue, but soon I realized that it was simply confused and hurt. Michael
attacked with cold fury, his thrusts were precise, lethal, Lucifer, defending himself, and then respond with the least momentum. The first wanted to kill, thanks to its faith and its value, the second wanted to explain himself, is ready to welcome his brother after centuries of separation. Ironic as between the two unless the human was just your standard ...
the attitude of the long Michael had proved successful: a moment of hesitation, a fast-moving blade and the fight was over. Lucifer was slid forward and his brother had clasped her arms, dropping his sword. Then he screamed.
Her screams had pierced the sky and destroyed everything for miles, and the earth had opened and I was convinced that Hell would have opened up, swallowing the whole world, when Michael was calm.
had attracted him one last time the body of his brother, and then lay it gently on the ground. He had freed the front with long hair and had put his lips on her in a chaste kiss. It was a scene
intimate, harrowing, Michael had killed the creature he loved more than any other out of loyalty to a father who had abandoned. A muffled
to compassion and pity and he looked up at me. I was sure it would kill me, how much pride for me ... His eyes were immediately filled with disgust and contempt. Michael is a prince, a warrior, and I despised a pariah, a Dalit: get your hands dirty with my blood would be a shame for him.
His attention had returned to his brother, had touched his face, whispering words unknown to me. He then spread wings and left your body. Eri
collapsed on Sam, his blood spreading out below you ...
"Is that what was supposed to end," he murmured, and saluted.
The room smells fresh, it was washed up recently. The floor is still damp, the window wide open.
You are in bed, buried under layers of blankets and throws. The head lolling against the pillows, eyelids heavy, you're about to fall asleep. If I were cynical, I would think at least you have solved the problem of insomnia ...
I watch you sleep and the shadow of a smile touches my lips. When you sleep, your face loses the appearance of marble cold and dead, do not touch your eyes, dull and distant, your surroundings. Are you still, but inertia that finally imitating life.
Please do not wake up.
Ironic when only a few months ago I begged you to the contrary.
I had bent down on your bodies, decided to give a proper burial. It matters little that they were now empty shells, I had known and loved the souls that until a few moments before they had lived and I would not have allowed the rot to the ground as carrion.
We had arranged side by side, hoping that wherever you were at that time, your positions were not dissimilar.
I had taken in his arms. Your face was a mask of dirt and blood. I had clear with care, and then bend down to whisper a prayer for the souls of the dead. In that way I realized that was still breathing. It was a sound feeble, stunted. The heart still beat, weak and desperately attached to life. He would not have lasted long though.
I had collected and I did the only thing in my power to help you, I brought someone in a position to do so.
We had found ourselves in a crowded emergency room, so crowded that two human beings appeared since nothing could go completely unnoticed.
"Help! Please, I need help "I screamed, attracting the attention of all.
A nurse was immediately rushed: "What about it?" He asked, torn from my grasp.
"He was possessed, an archangel ..."
The woman shook her head, puzzled.
"Code red, people, white male, about 30 years, unconscious, bradycardia, breathing is difficult," he whispered and shouted "fucking great way to start the evening ... "
An alarm began to ring, obsessive. I had two men lying on a stretcher and taken away. I had followed.
"Epistaxis, bleeding eye ... it's definitely something exploded in there," she said someone. "We know something?"
The nurse had to first sign of no: "He came here with that guy," he said, pointing, "but is obviously upset ... or stoned."
"Ce We will look after, otherwise we risk Prepare to lose that ... the operating room. "
Then you were gone behind a door and I was left to wait.
I did not count the time as you do, measured in hours, minutes or seconds, I had focused on every single beat of your heart, fearing it was the last. Had they resisted with a force and tenacity that I thought by now you do not belong anymore.
"Why have you struggled so hard, Dean?" Wonder. "For lots more?"
It's as if your body is rebelling a truth that your soul known for some time: there is nothing here for you, no reason to stay.
See, I have a certainty. It is not difficult to admit, despite envy and anger me Rhone like a cancer: you wake up, if only we had him on your side. Somehow you know that Sammy is gone and you do not want to get another.
"You know, he does not care about you" she began quietly. "Not now, not anymore. Now he is happy, at peace, regardless of your sufferings. "
I sit next to you, continuing to speak:" Heaven is not more than a sweet, eternal oblivion and your brother has forgotten you, Dean ... "I interrupt
suddenly, in disgust. How can I be so mean? How dare you hope to resume when they are aware that life would not be worth anything to you? I feel the tears
first rigarmi cheeks: you are the only creature in heaven and on earth that still counts for something for me, yet I must let you go, you taught me to decide for myself and now force me to choose the most burdensome of all .
I lean on you and gently caress her lips. I wish I had done when still wanting, you could match. I close my eyes, savoring the slight aroma fishing. Jam, perhaps homogenized.
Your scent is good and warm. I think it's talc.
alien hands touch you, you dress. Sponging, sores, change. I would never accept something like that, would you rather die. And I ignored it too long.
ends the kiss. When our mouths are moving away, a faint electricity through me. What the hell ...? Then warn you, subtle and powerful, almost intangible: it is grace, my. It was inside you from the moment I brought back to life?
is only a small flame that left your body immediately begins to fade, to dissipate, it would not sufficient to heal. I have to act quickly.
I take her face in her hands and open your eyes: it's the last time I will see them as dull and opaque, empty.
I feel your heart slow down under my fingers, then stop fighting, finally close to his reward.
"Rest, Dean" ordered, his voice trembling.
He looked up to meet my eyes, in your shining glimmer of a happy challenge. A smile relaxes you lips. Blinked in surprise, and the image disappears. Have imagined that?
's face gently sunk into the pillow, his mouth ajar, You seem to be sleeping. Watching them, I can not help but think that at least you've found what you were looking for and, despite myself, I feel reborn faith: you are happy, Dean?
I just want to renew my profile in the coming days I will ask advice ... msn: here you become very laconic
XD Well, what can we say? I wrote a new immortal masterpiece, if you prospettino has seduced, the story is below cut ^ ^
Author:
arial86 Title: Far Away
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, etc etc XD
Abstract: The war is won, the Apocalypse foiled, but at what price?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Dean and Sam do not belong to me, but if Kripke Dean gave me would make me very happy.
Notes: Written for
axia_85 , one of the few beings living that would welcome such a turn. I hope you like it, beautiful \u0026lt;3 The title is a homage to my Bride,
lucy_gu , I love you \u0026lt;3 I see nothing in your eyes, and the more I see the less I like.
Is it over yet? I can not win.
So sacrifice yourself, and let me haves what's left.
I know That I can find the fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way, get away, please.
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole Where My Heart Should Be. You got to fight
just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.
I'm waiting, I'm praying, Realize, start hating.
(Breathe, Breaking Benjamin)
Is it over yet? I can not win.
So sacrifice yourself, and let me haves what's left.
I know That I can find the fire in your eyes
I'm going all the way, get away, please.
You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole Where My Heart Should Be. You got to fight
just to make it through,
'cause I will be the death of you.
I'm waiting, I'm praying, Realize, start hating.
(Breathe, Breaking Benjamin)
The room is dark and silent. From the window ajar
enter the evening air. A subtle breeze animates the curtain, a strip of cloth you touched my face. Not turn away, do not disturb. Nothing can do more.
I go with a light step, almost furtive, but the times in which my sudden appearance surprised you're done: I do not possess such power over you and ...
"Hello Dean Announcement finally, sitting next to you.
Your eyes are far, far away. I would like to delude myself that were lost in the magnificence of browns and reds of autumn, but neither would happen first: the court uniforms of the nurses would undoubtedly catalyzed all your attention, leaving little room for rest.
smile, your way you have always been good at finding beauty in small things, they were pretty girls, willing or disgusting menu for a diner. It is in one of those that took our last conversation.
"Do you remember?" I ask rhetorically, touching fingers. Are immobile, frozen. I shake in my trying to communicate some of their heat, with the look with anger, silently cursing the immaculate whiteness of your skin. These are not, can not be in your hands! Where are the fat in your car and the oil of your guns? Land of the cemeteries and the sulfur of the demons? The blood of the creatures hunted and killed, ketchup and sauces that last cheeseburger? The
had devoured greedily, savoring the last bite, and then immediately order the other two.
"It's your last supper, honey?" He said a waitress half age, taking note of your requirements.
"Well, darling, you can never say," I said, smiling. "After all, I believe that indigestion is the least of my problems at the moment," he added, once left alone.
"Yeah," I commented dryly.
"Wow, you're making my stag night great fun, Cas.
" Stag Party? This would make your wife Michael, Dean? I wonder what side of me ... "
" Hey, let's make something perverse. And forget sarcasm, does not suit you. You obviously are the best man "had concluded with a grin, holding up your beer at me. "You're the only one I can ask" you added a mo 'apology. A cold fury
I had invaded those words you could not ask for help from Sam, but that idiot had to support your angel and planned to commit suicide ... So what if I had betrayed my brothers just to save?
"I do not know what you're asking, Dean Michael is absolutely terrible. Nothing will remain of you, "I began, reasonable.
"And if I do not, nothing will remain the world! "retorted decided.
"God will not stand by while ..."
"Why has he done?" I asked with no hint of hostility. Resigned.
This more than anything convinced me to keep quiet: you had made your decision.
You were lifted, pouring it on the table the entire contents of your wallet. Nothing fancy, but almost certainly the most lavish ever left a tip here.
"Dean ..." I murmured, impressed. Did
shrugged, minimizing the gesture: "It will take some more of her. I do not think Michael will have time to maybe go shopping and then I decided to agree with him before: no tunic. "
The smile you had just left the parking lot.
"You want to do here?" I asked, looking around.
"A place or the other." A pause, then: "Castiel, employed him."
Yeah, Sam.
"I promise" I assured.
I brought a hand to his pocket, giving your amulet. Shook his head: "No, continue your search, Cas. And when you find God, digliene four from me ... "
" You know, that day I stopped looking for him, "I say, putting an end to my story. "My faith was less strong than I thought."
*
The sun filters through a rustling green roof, on your skin, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow. Its rays touch your amulet, now back in place. Do not deserve to wear it, I have failed.
"Sorry" he murmured, "I could not save him."
remains impassive, careless.
shake my head, disappointed. It's stupid, you probably do not even hear my voice, but I was expecting a reaction that Sam is speaking!
"You're not angry, Dean?" I try again.
Get your face in his hands it to me: "Is it my fault if he said yes," I add, hoping to knock down the wall that imprisons you.
Nothing. Stay silent, staring.
I suppose I deserve it: you asked me to watch over your brother and I have used for my purposes. I knew that Michael would never have dealt with it as long as Lucifer a body so weak had lived and felt. Call it honor or loyalty, love, if you prefer, but Michael wanted his brother had a chance. I wish you were free.
It was not difficult to convince Sam, remember all too well the horrors of possession: to be trapped inside your own flesh, the sensation of a foreign body that controls and consumes you, hunger, thirst ... you have not left that state, not knowing the alternative.
knew both of condemning to certain death, but hoped that at least for you the other side there was something good, he thought he deserved the flames of Hell, but he did not hesitate just before sacrifice.
When Lucifer before he found his vessel alone and collaboratively, must have thought that Christmas had come early for him, at least until Sam had not opened his mouth.
"You would have been really proud of him, Dean," I say with a smile. "That day Lucifer has found his true through, but had to do to get a real bath of humility."
I had never seen him so angry, even when Michael was deployed against him. It would kill Sam if he could, but as your brother had warned that Lucifer was in need him, not the other way: to win his personal crusade against humanity, had to take one of you. Definitely not great for a creature so much more ...
At Sam Michael had appeared. Without a word he drew his sword, preparing to fight. Remained silent on allegations of his brother, his eyes did not betray any emotion and I'm sure at that time could not prove.
Angels are simple agents of Fate, instruments to fulfill the will of God Michael was born to fulfill that mission and his whole being tended to that single goal. The pain and anger, pity and remorse have paved the way to doubt, reducing her chances of winning. A single breach in the armor and full armor would collapse. I thought that Lucifer wanted to build on this, attempting to ensure success with his poisonous tongue, but soon I realized that it was simply confused and hurt. Michael
attacked with cold fury, his thrusts were precise, lethal, Lucifer, defending himself, and then respond with the least momentum. The first wanted to kill, thanks to its faith and its value, the second wanted to explain himself, is ready to welcome his brother after centuries of separation. Ironic as between the two unless the human was just your standard ...
the attitude of the long Michael had proved successful: a moment of hesitation, a fast-moving blade and the fight was over. Lucifer was slid forward and his brother had clasped her arms, dropping his sword. Then he screamed.
Her screams had pierced the sky and destroyed everything for miles, and the earth had opened and I was convinced that Hell would have opened up, swallowing the whole world, when Michael was calm.
had attracted him one last time the body of his brother, and then lay it gently on the ground. He had freed the front with long hair and had put his lips on her in a chaste kiss. It was a scene
intimate, harrowing, Michael had killed the creature he loved more than any other out of loyalty to a father who had abandoned. A muffled
to compassion and pity and he looked up at me. I was sure it would kill me, how much pride for me ... His eyes were immediately filled with disgust and contempt. Michael is a prince, a warrior, and I despised a pariah, a Dalit: get your hands dirty with my blood would be a shame for him.
His attention had returned to his brother, had touched his face, whispering words unknown to me. He then spread wings and left your body. Eri
collapsed on Sam, his blood spreading out below you ...
"Is that what was supposed to end," he murmured, and saluted.
*
The room smells fresh, it was washed up recently. The floor is still damp, the window wide open.
You are in bed, buried under layers of blankets and throws. The head lolling against the pillows, eyelids heavy, you're about to fall asleep. If I were cynical, I would think at least you have solved the problem of insomnia ...
I watch you sleep and the shadow of a smile touches my lips. When you sleep, your face loses the appearance of marble cold and dead, do not touch your eyes, dull and distant, your surroundings. Are you still, but inertia that finally imitating life.
Please do not wake up.
Ironic when only a few months ago I begged you to the contrary.
I had bent down on your bodies, decided to give a proper burial. It matters little that they were now empty shells, I had known and loved the souls that until a few moments before they had lived and I would not have allowed the rot to the ground as carrion.
We had arranged side by side, hoping that wherever you were at that time, your positions were not dissimilar.
I had taken in his arms. Your face was a mask of dirt and blood. I had clear with care, and then bend down to whisper a prayer for the souls of the dead. In that way I realized that was still breathing. It was a sound feeble, stunted. The heart still beat, weak and desperately attached to life. He would not have lasted long though.
I had collected and I did the only thing in my power to help you, I brought someone in a position to do so.
We had found ourselves in a crowded emergency room, so crowded that two human beings appeared since nothing could go completely unnoticed.
"Help! Please, I need help "I screamed, attracting the attention of all.
A nurse was immediately rushed: "What about it?" He asked, torn from my grasp.
"He was possessed, an archangel ..."
The woman shook her head, puzzled.
"Code red, people, white male, about 30 years, unconscious, bradycardia, breathing is difficult," he whispered and shouted "fucking great way to start the evening ... "
An alarm began to ring, obsessive. I had two men lying on a stretcher and taken away. I had followed.
"Epistaxis, bleeding eye ... it's definitely something exploded in there," she said someone. "We know something?"
The nurse had to first sign of no: "He came here with that guy," he said, pointing, "but is obviously upset ... or stoned."
"Ce We will look after, otherwise we risk Prepare to lose that ... the operating room. "
Then you were gone behind a door and I was left to wait.
I did not count the time as you do, measured in hours, minutes or seconds, I had focused on every single beat of your heart, fearing it was the last. Had they resisted with a force and tenacity that I thought by now you do not belong anymore.
"Why have you struggled so hard, Dean?" Wonder. "For lots more?"
It's as if your body is rebelling a truth that your soul known for some time: there is nothing here for you, no reason to stay.
See, I have a certainty. It is not difficult to admit, despite envy and anger me Rhone like a cancer: you wake up, if only we had him on your side. Somehow you know that Sammy is gone and you do not want to get another.
"You know, he does not care about you" she began quietly. "Not now, not anymore. Now he is happy, at peace, regardless of your sufferings. "
I sit next to you, continuing to speak:" Heaven is not more than a sweet, eternal oblivion and your brother has forgotten you, Dean ... "I interrupt
suddenly, in disgust. How can I be so mean? How dare you hope to resume when they are aware that life would not be worth anything to you? I feel the tears
first rigarmi cheeks: you are the only creature in heaven and on earth that still counts for something for me, yet I must let you go, you taught me to decide for myself and now force me to choose the most burdensome of all .
I lean on you and gently caress her lips. I wish I had done when still wanting, you could match. I close my eyes, savoring the slight aroma fishing. Jam, perhaps homogenized.
Your scent is good and warm. I think it's talc.
alien hands touch you, you dress. Sponging, sores, change. I would never accept something like that, would you rather die. And I ignored it too long.
ends the kiss. When our mouths are moving away, a faint electricity through me. What the hell ...? Then warn you, subtle and powerful, almost intangible: it is grace, my. It was inside you from the moment I brought back to life?
is only a small flame that left your body immediately begins to fade, to dissipate, it would not sufficient to heal. I have to act quickly.
I take her face in her hands and open your eyes: it's the last time I will see them as dull and opaque, empty.
I feel your heart slow down under my fingers, then stop fighting, finally close to his reward.
"Rest, Dean" ordered, his voice trembling.
He looked up to meet my eyes, in your shining glimmer of a happy challenge. A smile relaxes you lips. Blinked in surprise, and the image disappears. Have imagined that?
's face gently sunk into the pillow, his mouth ajar, You seem to be sleeping. Watching them, I can not help but think that at least you've found what you were looking for and, despite myself, I feel reborn faith: you are happy, Dean?
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Why Do My Brownies Turn Crumbly?
Hurrah and Soob
Remember the previous post and the help that you offered me? Well, damn, forget everything: problem solved, you can send up to two stories! I wrote to those of the competition and a type-friendly and there are certainly extraordinarily bono, he reassured. Well, now I have two different occasions to suck XD
I'll know how it goes ^ ^
The rest are very tired: I have his back broken (stupid cycle) and I have shed rivers of tears on a tf! O_O
A My friend convinced me to see a series about the gymnasts from the first episode was drowned nell'angst, but I never reached the last straight. That is, we speak of writers more treacherous than those of spn or at least if the people who play on par with them, I will take up ever! I even ruined my face: hiccups when they break the capillaries of the face and now it seems to have measles or some strange freckles on his nose and under the eyes ... Do you see why I am not allowed to be good?!
XD Bah, I decided that I killed someone decides to vent in a ff ... Find
is a coward vent their suffering on innocent people and the poor unsuspecting readers? : P
I have also given up his nose XD
Remember the previous post and the help that you offered me? Well, damn, forget everything: problem solved, you can send up to two stories! I wrote to those of the competition and a type-friendly and there are certainly extraordinarily bono, he reassured. Well, now I have two different occasions to suck XD
I'll know how it goes ^ ^
The rest are very tired: I have his back broken (stupid cycle) and I have shed rivers of tears on a tf! O_O
A My friend convinced me to see a series about the gymnasts from the first episode was drowned nell'angst, but I never reached the last straight. That is, we speak of writers more treacherous than those of spn or at least if the people who play on par with them, I will take up ever! I even ruined my face: hiccups when they break the capillaries of the face and now it seems to have measles or some strange freckles on his nose and under the eyes ... Do you see why I am not allowed to be good?!
XD Bah, I decided that I killed someone decides to vent in a ff ... Find
is a coward vent their suffering on innocent people and the poor unsuspecting readers? : P
I have also given up his nose XD
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Sympathy Quote For Loss Of Father
HELP, HELP, HELP! His
Shit. Really.
Remember the problem I had earlier this year for the competition on the silence? Well, I've definitely passed, I wrote two stories, although it can send only. You may have already figured out what the new dilemma that afflicts me ... Ugh, I do not know where to send my friends and do not help, because they can not form a single array? è_é
So, in summary, I need a hand. Up, offer to both read and displayed Piemme. Not the place here because must remain unknown until the contest!
A kiss for volunteers, other ...
XD PS: My mood made me want to see Faith \u0026lt;3
PPS: Who can help me, get a cookie ^ ^
PPPS: Biscotti * drools on you style Homer J
Shit. Really.
Remember the problem I had earlier this year for the competition on the silence? Well, I've definitely passed, I wrote two stories, although it can send only. You may have already figured out what the new dilemma that afflicts me ... Ugh, I do not know where to send my friends and do not help, because they can not form a single array? è_é
So, in summary, I need a hand. Up, offer to both read and displayed Piemme. Not the place here because must remain unknown until the contest!
A kiss for volunteers, other ...
XD PS: My mood made me want to see Faith \u0026lt;3
PPS: Who can help me, get a cookie ^ ^
PPPS: Biscotti * drools on you style Homer J
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