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clooneybrì hover in the sky!

How can you be inspired for a little post birthday? No, really, I have no words.
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!
u_u I hope you like your gift! The place now, but I wrote yesterday before midnight! This is a fic on that fucking disgusting Uriel: I appreciate that, at least the subject! Next year I will write only of mochi and cases of vomiting and angels who do not understand yet u_u
happy birthday. I love you, stupid Koala \u0026lt;3
Oh, and I give it up we get slaughtered by commas: I hope you have good taste to give a reason u_u
ME Madonna, please, do it: every word against those commas is a stab in the heart T_T



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.

has erased all the final part of the post, in which I spoke of vahly and his wonderful gift! What can I say? I am angry black
here u_u I said that her design is very beautiful despite neglecting many important Robine: where was the vomit on mocho? And Cas strange? Dean's guitar? There were bags and clooneybrì Fochetti and koalas and Everywhere! Sam then had to drink from his bottle au chateau DOP demons ... XD
Here the minicapolavoro of our Damn! Smoooooke on the Biiirthdaaayyy; D

Upset Stomach 23 Weeks Pregnant

Rebellion [# 04] Movement

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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Fanficciosi Greetings! Pezzotti

Help: I hear the clock to midnight tichettare
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 ...