This week's situation: "You are pretending to Be a nerd."
Better Than Picard Kirk WAS, But I refuse to discuss my Reasons.
Picard was better than Kirk, but I refuse to talk about my reasons.
Are These glasses totally real! I just Have a very light prescription!
These glasses are totally real! I have only a very light recipe!
Oh, I do not play WoW - I got too addicted to it in the Burning Crusade days.
Oh, I do not play WoW - it became too addicted to it in the days of Burning Crusade.
ome.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
New Zealand Tourism Silver Fern Tattoo ... Wherein Peter buys calendars.
Instead of the usual calendar Archambeault Kentucky, I jump up with one that's just nature photography. "Trees" rank high on the Things I miss about Kentucky.
Here's this year's Gorey calendar. I do not think I've ever read * Actually * The Deranged Cousins
, But It Should Still Be a nice bit of décor.
Yay! I've Been Tempted to buy an architecture calendar for the last two years running, I finally made good on the Threat.
I've been kind of the best cycling-through 20th-century abstract artists from year to year (dammit, why is tStuart Davis here
no calendar?), and this year, it's Kandinsky's turn. \\ art! /
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Python From Batch File ... wherein Peter summarizes the Year in Writing.
Continuing with the 2010 recaps , I figured I'd go over the year in writing.
I'm shocked to realize Accomplished * anything *, writing-wise, this year. Writing Never Happened in the foreground, and my Accomplishments never led anywhere.
Mostly, I just wrote stuff for the blog, Which is just about as inconsequential as writing gets. I Kept Analyzing Everything I ever watched or read in the Weekly Media Updates . I wrote an amusing English column Every Thursday, and managed to squeeze out a couple dozen sketches for Sketchwar . So
Even When Happened absolutely nothing else, I Had That still quiet baseline of output.
--
As far as I can tell, this year had four big writing projects.
First, I wrote a TV pilot spec .
This was the first pilot spec I ever wrote, and frankly it will probably be the last. You use a pilot spec to pursue work in the TV-writing biz, and now that the biz has imploded and I'm too old to get hired, I have no further need for a calling card. But I wound up with a piece of work I was proud of, and I got a cast of actors to perform it on the radio.
Then, I wrote a radio serial episode .
There was no practical reason to write this whatsoever. But again, I got a cast of improv actors to come into KOOP and perform it for their audiencis So Many hours in the day. I'd love to write Another radio serial for the Art Institute, pero I have not carved out enough time to get past the "staring at a blank screen" stage on it. In a perfect world, I'll make the time for larger writing projects in 2011, somehow. If I care about this enough, I'll make it happen.
I'm shocked to realize Accomplished * anything *, writing-wise, this year. Writing Never Happened in the foreground, and my Accomplishments never led anywhere.
Mostly, I just wrote stuff for the blog, Which is just about as inconsequential as writing gets. I Kept Analyzing Everything I ever watched or read in the Weekly Media Updates . I wrote an amusing English column Every Thursday, and managed to squeeze out a couple dozen sketches for Sketchwar . So
Even When Happened absolutely nothing else, I Had That still quiet baseline of output.
--
As far as I can tell, this year had four big writing projects.
First, I wrote a TV pilot spec .
This was the first pilot spec I ever wrote, and frankly it will probably be the last. You use a pilot spec to pursue work in the TV-writing biz, and now that the biz has imploded and I'm too old to get hired, I have no further need for a calling card. But I wound up with a piece of work I was proud of, and I got a cast of actors to perform it on the radio.
Then, I wrote a radio serial episode .
There was no practical reason to write this whatsoever. But again, I got a cast of improv actors to come into KOOP and perform it for their audiencis So Many hours in the day. I'd love to write Another radio serial for the Art Institute, pero I have not carved out enough time to get past the "staring at a blank screen" stage on it. In a perfect world, I'll make the time for larger writing projects in 2011, somehow. If I care about this enough, I'll make it happen.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Pneumonia. More Condition_symptoms [FIC] Hidrofobia | Assassin's Creed
Title: Hydrophobia.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: Ezio / Leonardo.
Words: 1917.
Warnings: located at some point in the Venice, but no spoilers.
Notes: the kissing scene came suddenly, and is more than based on Leon and Angela kiss in Degeneration XD. It makes little sense, but I wanted to write it: D EDIT: I added a drawing & hearts
Venice was a city that was asking its visitors to stop at every street and watch with meticulous beauty of architecture, the canals, the water is still blue. PigeonsEzio expected and had taken a few minutes longer than expected to give chase. However, a guard patrol including gross-to-that would not have to be there, he crossed to his side and the soldiers immediately sounded the alarm, before Ezio even had time to remove the hidden leaf hot body unhappy messenger.
This was, running between the buildings in Venice with what already looked like a horde of guards behind him. Despite the years, he told himself with a half smile, had to refine the question of secrecy. But that night was another concern, and one to keep in mind: I was not alone. Misfortune had wanted to stumble with a bystander, who looked back achandle with a wooden box full of belongings, and was not a citizen either: he had been face to face with Leonardo, who seemed as surprised as when your body Ezio pounced on him accidentally.
- "E-Ezio ...?! Muttered a milestone his friend, while carrying the box was broken when hitting the ground in a thud.
Leonardo
"Sorry, it's ..." He turned his face obscured by the hood, only to find that the guards were hot on the heels swallowed hard ... bad timing.
- What do you mean? "The clatter of boots and greaves of the soldiers on the cobblestones are getting closer. Oh, I think I understand, "stammered.
- There they are! Atrapadlos! Yelled one of the captains.
- Stuck
the
? Leonardo groaned, which seemed to become petrified by the sudden he ensuing stampede. Ezio not react quickly and instinctively did what he felt he had to do with this new scenario: Leonardo grabbed the wrist and dragged him down the street. The guards had had time to see them together and if Leonardo had left alone, he had no doubt what had happened to his friend. That was not his night, he thought Ezio. To his surprise, Leonardo staggered not at any time as they escaped, but neither seemed very pleased. They ran without stopping until you reach the districts of San Polo, but without being able to slip the copiedble to launch the channel that way.
Until suddenly breath without feeling like your lungs become waterlogged. The air passed through his mouth, as if a divine halo would have brought back to life. He felt a mouth pressed hard on his own, a breath that was not theirs, and as his lips moved slowly, allowing it to breathe, the hand rested on his waist Ezio up to have it secure. Gave a strong push up and after what appeared to have been hours, their heads surfaced, refugees under a bridge linking both sides of the channel. Ezio
gave a few strokes and cornered him against the wall, yet the steps and voices behind some guards gave while crossing the bridgeyou in search of two dams already lost. But his mouth did not separate from the lips of Leonardo, who was trapped between the robust body of Ezio and the wall of the bridge.
What at first seemed to have been a simple tactic for help, had become a stranger become intimate moment. I felt chills all over his back, although she suspected that had more to do with the language of Ezio brushing his lips and the proximity of bodies in the icy water of Venice. With some diffidence, Leonardo fingers curled into the fabric soaked clothes of his companion, unable to avoid a slight tremor in the extremities. Some strands of hair clung to her face, began pulling Eziodo about the situation. But above all, is criticized for having let himself be carried away by his useless survival instincts and breaking the kiss so soon. Although everything could have been the product of his imagination flammable at the slightest spark.
When the screams were reduced to a distant echo, Ezio heaved a sigh of relief and their muscles relaxed.
- Are you okay, Leonardo? This
blinked several times before being able to answer, but his voice sounded muffled or too hesitantly.
- Molto bene
"he said, still dazed. But please, get out of here story before, right? "He added, shivering with cold and poorly concealed excitement in his voice.
Ezio managed to help Leonardo up to the bridge, and follow him from behind without much problem. The night was cold as an iceberg and clothes of both were completely soaked. Leonardo, who had lost his hat on the way, her hair swirled restlessly. Still felt the touch of her fingers as if it were a warm caress he had left a mark on the skin freeze.
"It was all so strange that I'm not sure what to say but thank you for saving my back, my friend, hesitated, and gave him a pat on the shoulder Ezio without much confidence.
Ezio, who seemed to notice, or chose to ignore-the internal troubles of his friend, gave her one of your smiles.
-roasted a peaceful evening under the shelter of the fire in the fireplace and Ezio Leonardo made the day of his last movements in the city. However, it could not get out of the mind what had happened under the water of that channel under the bridge, but successfully concealed his internal musings. By contrast, Ezio not seem to be aware of the effect their actions had on him in the least. Despite this apparent lack, Leonardo did not know what to think of the attitude of his friend. On one occasion in which they had been mired in a tranquil silence, Ezio had caught the sidelong glances that Leonardo was launched from a stool, swirling under a blanket. And the artist could have sworn that his eyes were not lying to him when he saw a
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: Ezio / Leonardo.
Words: 1917.
Warnings: located at some point in the Venice, but no spoilers.
Notes: the kissing scene came suddenly, and is more than based on Leon and Angela kiss in Degeneration XD. It makes little sense, but I wanted to write it: D EDIT: I added a drawing & hearts
Venice was a city that was asking its visitors to stop at every street and watch with meticulous beauty of architecture, the canals, the water is still blue. PigeonsEzio expected and had taken a few minutes longer than expected to give chase. However, a guard patrol including gross-to-that would not have to be there, he crossed to his side and the soldiers immediately sounded the alarm, before Ezio even had time to remove the hidden leaf hot body unhappy messenger.
This was, running between the buildings in Venice with what already looked like a horde of guards behind him. Despite the years, he told himself with a half smile, had to refine the question of secrecy. But that night was another concern, and one to keep in mind: I was not alone. Misfortune had wanted to stumble with a bystander, who looked back achandle with a wooden box full of belongings, and was not a citizen either: he had been face to face with Leonardo, who seemed as surprised as when your body Ezio pounced on him accidentally.
- "E-Ezio ...?! Muttered a milestone his friend, while carrying the box was broken when hitting the ground in a thud.
Leonardo
"Sorry, it's ..." He turned his face obscured by the hood, only to find that the guards were hot on the heels swallowed hard ... bad timing.
- What do you mean? "The clatter of boots and greaves of the soldiers on the cobblestones are getting closer. Oh, I think I understand, "stammered.
- There they are! Atrapadlos! Yelled one of the captains.
- Stuck
the
? Leonardo groaned, which seemed to become petrified by the sudden he ensuing stampede. Ezio not react quickly and instinctively did what he felt he had to do with this new scenario: Leonardo grabbed the wrist and dragged him down the street. The guards had had time to see them together and if Leonardo had left alone, he had no doubt what had happened to his friend. That was not his night, he thought Ezio. To his surprise, Leonardo staggered not at any time as they escaped, but neither seemed very pleased. They ran without stopping until you reach the districts of San Polo, but without being able to slip the copiedble to launch the channel that way.
Until suddenly breath without feeling like your lungs become waterlogged. The air passed through his mouth, as if a divine halo would have brought back to life. He felt a mouth pressed hard on his own, a breath that was not theirs, and as his lips moved slowly, allowing it to breathe, the hand rested on his waist Ezio up to have it secure. Gave a strong push up and after what appeared to have been hours, their heads surfaced, refugees under a bridge linking both sides of the channel. Ezio
gave a few strokes and cornered him against the wall, yet the steps and voices behind some guards gave while crossing the bridgeyou in search of two dams already lost. But his mouth did not separate from the lips of Leonardo, who was trapped between the robust body of Ezio and the wall of the bridge.
What at first seemed to have been a simple tactic for help, had become a stranger become intimate moment. I felt chills all over his back, although she suspected that had more to do with the language of Ezio brushing his lips and the proximity of bodies in the icy water of Venice. With some diffidence, Leonardo fingers curled into the fabric soaked clothes of his companion, unable to avoid a slight tremor in the extremities. Some strands of hair clung to her face, began pulling Eziodo about the situation. But above all, is criticized for having let himself be carried away by his useless survival instincts and breaking the kiss so soon. Although everything could have been the product of his imagination flammable at the slightest spark.
When the screams were reduced to a distant echo, Ezio heaved a sigh of relief and their muscles relaxed.
- Are you okay, Leonardo? This
blinked several times before being able to answer, but his voice sounded muffled or too hesitantly.
- Molto bene
"he said, still dazed. But please, get out of here story before, right? "He added, shivering with cold and poorly concealed excitement in his voice.
Ezio managed to help Leonardo up to the bridge, and follow him from behind without much problem. The night was cold as an iceberg and clothes of both were completely soaked. Leonardo, who had lost his hat on the way, her hair swirled restlessly. Still felt the touch of her fingers as if it were a warm caress he had left a mark on the skin freeze.
"It was all so strange that I'm not sure what to say but thank you for saving my back, my friend, hesitated, and gave him a pat on the shoulder Ezio without much confidence.
Ezio, who seemed to notice, or chose to ignore-the internal troubles of his friend, gave her one of your smiles.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The Wedding Dance Mount Blade
Title: Compensation.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: slightest Ezio / Paola. Paola / Giovanni oneside implicit.
Words: 1000.
Warnings: spoilers AC2.
Notes: it probably has a lot of headcanon and subtext in regard to Paola and her relationship with Giovanni. But I got the image from Paola and Ezio in Monteriggioni at dusk and had to do something. It is not the shipée per se, but I seem to have a nice relationship.
Many years had passed since Paola had seen a sunset beyond the walls of Monteriggioni. Theorange sky darkened behind the guard towers and stone walls, while the people became increasingly quiet before the impending nightfall. From the balcony of the Villa Auditore could see a man behind, or courtesans who walked among the streets, swaying hips and letting those languid and flirty laughter that she had used in more than one occasion throughout his life. Do not remember much peace and splendor in this tiny place, which now seemed shine a new light. As a newly polished diamond.
Absorbed in these little ramblings and distant memories, Paola suddenly noticed the presence of someone behind her.
- Mad onna , seem somewhat absent here alone.
"Good afternoon," said Paola Ezio without turning around, with a slight smile on his lips. Ezio
came up to her and leaned against the marble balustrade beside him. Paola gave him a sidelong glance, little or nothing remained of this young scared and devastated by the death of his father and brothers, who had come to her years ago for help. With the passage of time and the dramatic change that had taken his life had taken distinguished presence and bearing, and her eyes shone the determination that the new leader of the Order needed. I was more determined than ever to continue the task by his father. Giovanni would have been proud of him, decrices that never ended up closing completely. However, calculated and cautious words, Ezio decided to break the ice. Paola knew what would be your question, and could not help but feel a twinge of sadness.
-Paola, you ... you loved my father, right? "Given the silence of Paola, Ezio swallowed and put his hand on his shoulder. Forgive the impertinence, it's just that ...
"You've become very circumspect, Ezio" he said as his fingers brushed his hand on his shoulder. Paola
could see the internal troubles of the Auditor, who was watching with a mixture of love, compassion and even a faint hint of guilt, which he did not want Ezio Paola felt under any circumstances.
melancholy gleam in the dark irises woman, and she held the gaze of Ezio, with an expression of gratitude. Then he spoke without expecting Paola these words:
"On behalf of my father, I hope at least this can make it up.
dedicated hand before touching the slender fingers of Paola rose to his face, brushed his cheek with his thumb and other fingers sank into the thick hair of the woman. Gradually, his neck bent to be at the level of Paola, who accepted the brush of lips on hers Ezio. He could feel the tickle of his beard on her skin and lips and silver matches the scar. It was a slow kiss, soft, like the palm of one hand wiping tears otro. As a reassuring whisper in his ear. As the end of a weeping, followed by a conciliatory smile.
Probably that was the most beautiful kiss Paola had received in his life. When Ezio separated a few inches, she let her lips briefly rozasen his forehead and put her arms around him.
- Grazie
, Ezio.
For a moment, that stabbing pain in the chest Paola declined to become just a shrill whistle. Then night fell in Monteriggioni, more splendid and beautiful than ever.
-end-
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: slightest Ezio / Paola. Paola / Giovanni oneside implicit.
Words: 1000.
Warnings: spoilers AC2.
Notes: it probably has a lot of headcanon and subtext in regard to Paola and her relationship with Giovanni. But I got the image from Paola and Ezio in Monteriggioni at dusk and had to do something. It is not the shipée per se, but I seem to have a nice relationship.
Many years had passed since Paola had seen a sunset beyond the walls of Monteriggioni. Theorange sky darkened behind the guard towers and stone walls, while the people became increasingly quiet before the impending nightfall. From the balcony of the Villa Auditore could see a man behind, or courtesans who walked among the streets, swaying hips and letting those languid and flirty laughter that she had used in more than one occasion throughout his life. Do not remember much peace and splendor in this tiny place, which now seemed shine a new light. As a newly polished diamond.
Absorbed in these little ramblings and distant memories, Paola suddenly noticed the presence of someone behind her.
- Mad onna , seem somewhat absent here alone.
"Good afternoon," said Paola Ezio without turning around, with a slight smile on his lips. Ezio
came up to her and leaned against the marble balustrade beside him. Paola gave him a sidelong glance, little or nothing remained of this young scared and devastated by the death of his father and brothers, who had come to her years ago for help. With the passage of time and the dramatic change that had taken his life had taken distinguished presence and bearing, and her eyes shone the determination that the new leader of the Order needed. I was more determined than ever to continue the task by his father. Giovanni would have been proud of him, decrices that never ended up closing completely. However, calculated and cautious words, Ezio decided to break the ice. Paola knew what would be your question, and could not help but feel a twinge of sadness.
-Paola, you ... you loved my father, right? "Given the silence of Paola, Ezio swallowed and put his hand on his shoulder. Forgive the impertinence, it's just that ...
"You've become very circumspect, Ezio" he said as his fingers brushed his hand on his shoulder. Paola
could see the internal troubles of the Auditor, who was watching with a mixture of love, compassion and even a faint hint of guilt, which he did not want Ezio Paola felt under any circumstances.
melancholy gleam in the dark irises woman, and she held the gaze of Ezio, with an expression of gratitude. Then he spoke without expecting Paola these words:
"On behalf of my father, I hope at least this can make it up.
dedicated hand before touching the slender fingers of Paola rose to his face, brushed his cheek with his thumb and other fingers sank into the thick hair of the woman. Gradually, his neck bent to be at the level of Paola, who accepted the brush of lips on hers Ezio. He could feel the tickle of his beard on her skin and lips and silver matches the scar. It was a slow kiss, soft, like the palm of one hand wiping tears otro. As a reassuring whisper in his ear. As the end of a weeping, followed by a conciliatory smile.
Probably that was the most beautiful kiss Paola had received in his life. When Ezio separated a few inches, she let her lips briefly rozasen his forehead and put her arms around him.
- Grazie
, Ezio.
For a moment, that stabbing pain in the chest Paola declined to become just a shrill whistle. Then night fell in Monteriggioni, more splendid and beautiful than ever.
-end-
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Cover Letter Tips For Physical Therapy Aide
given that hung on the wall. Still, Jill noted with satisfaction that he liked Chris detail. When he entered the tiny room, watched everything with approval and then to the surprise of Jill, said: "You could put mistletoe to the next. "Before leaving the room to call the other fellow, Chris winked and concealed a smile appeared on her lips.
-
Hunnigan agent used to treat Kennedy through the communicator, but that evening suddenly appeared at the office. Hunnigan wanted to hide his considerable surprise, and simply raised an eyebrow - Did you want something, Leon? CHTM
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Hunnigan agent used to treat Kennedy through the communicator, but that evening suddenly appeared at the office. Hunnigan wanted to hide his considerable surprise, and simply raised an eyebrow - Did you want something, Leon? CHTM
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Gloucester 19 Sailboat
Title: manichino.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: Ezio, Leonardo.
Words: 427.
Warning: small spoilers AC2 arrival in Venice.
Notes: has been writing crime fiction when I have not even finished the game yet, but is that had to. Leonardo is so ... XD adorable. O yes, and the title is as original as saying in Italian dummy. I have overcome. Since I have not gone much further, I ask you please not contéis me details about anything: D
When Antonio disappeared behind the door of his office, Ezio was tempted to enterimmediately and continue for the purpose which had brought him to Venice. He was intrigued by this strange group knew of their existence and their actions in Florence and Tuscany, but the bag from his belt Fl reminded a friend. Or rather, something that a friend had asked him a few hours before something plaintive voice and eyes glazed. Ezio was given a reprimand that allowed mental getaway because time was pressing, but the voice of his conscience told him he had to do before things even more complicated.
so, with resolute step and the face behind the hood, Ezio walked into the crowded streets of Venice and snaked through them until he reached his goal.o.
Minutes later, someone trachea strongly door Leonardo's workshop. The artist took several seconds to respond to the call, engrossed in the contents of the box that was shipped from Florence. When he hurried to open, there was no one waiting in the doorway.
However, looking down to the ground, his eyes widened. The wooden doll art shop was there, on its website, and had a short note posted on his arm. Leonardo, unable to avoid the almost childlike enthusiasm that he had been surprised that he took the doll and the note immediately. A smile appeared, quite openly, when he read the contents of it: I
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Characters: Ezio, Leonardo.
Words: 427.
Warning: small spoilers AC2 arrival in Venice.
Notes: has been writing crime fiction when I have not even finished the game yet, but is that had to. Leonardo is so ... XD adorable. O yes, and the title is as original as saying in Italian dummy. I have overcome. Since I have not gone much further, I ask you please not contéis me details about anything: D
When Antonio disappeared behind the door of his office, Ezio was tempted to enterimmediately and continue for the purpose which had brought him to Venice. He was intrigued by this strange group knew of their existence and their actions in Florence and Tuscany, but the bag from his belt Fl reminded a friend. Or rather, something that a friend had asked him a few hours before something plaintive voice and eyes glazed. Ezio was given a reprimand that allowed mental getaway because time was pressing, but the voice of his conscience told him he had to do before things even more complicated.
so, with resolute step and the face behind the hood, Ezio walked into the crowded streets of Venice and snaked through them until he reached his goal.o.
Minutes later, someone trachea strongly door Leonardo's workshop. The artist took several seconds to respond to the call, engrossed in the contents of the box that was shipped from Florence. When he hurried to open, there was no one waiting in the doorway.
However, looking down to the ground, his eyes widened. The wooden doll art shop was there, on its website, and had a short note posted on his arm. Leonardo, unable to avoid the almost childlike enthusiasm that he had been surprised that he took the doll and the note immediately. A smile appeared, quite openly, when he read the contents of it: I
Saturday, October 30, 2010
What To Write In A Wedding Card Funny!
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Engagement Congratulation Wording [Fic] Dear heart, how like you this? | Axis Powers Hetalia
Title: Dear heart, how like you this?
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers.
Couple: England / USA.
Words: 2359.
Warnings: PORNO, literature and more random butchery.
Notes: of the kinkmeme_esp-anon. Here the original fill. My professors of literature at university would kill me if they knew what to do with the things we see in class.
in principle had been a perfect plan without possibility of failure or move out of the project preset. Once the barrier to convince, or coerce "to England to accompany him on that trip to the boMichigan sques inside. He flatly refused, until he began to wander and remember how he had taken away with that portion of territory to France and America decided that he preferred not to hear more war stories of old. He had risen in the plane to Detroit to force, although this entails listening to their complaints and groans throughout the long journey from one side of the ocean to the other.
After a day of rest and jet lag, America was able to launch the operation. Dressed in comfortable clothing, water bottle, compass, first aid kit and Earl Grey tea (because England needed his happy area, regardless of location), the two countries embarked on the trip to America was organizedo-and used-and to pay the slightest attention. His initial plan was booming.
The night finally arrived and camped in a small clearing. America quickly gathered some twigs and dry leaves, and lit a small fire, enough for two. He insisted on singing folk songs around the campfire, but England banned it and uncorked the first bottle of rum.
- At what point between the provisions that got involved? He asked, frowning America. His plan for a quiet and enjoyable evening was in danger.
"Tea not interest you much, so I knew it in the bag rebuscarías haughtily replied, and handed the bottle to America. Help yourself.
—Noesivo.
"It's okay, England. That's because you're an idiot and like to remind me often, right? -The perfect answer when accompanied with a sly smile. The minimum necessary to get angry to the absolute limits to a fortified England.
"I'm serious, asshole.
response was so calm that America noticed how he froze the blood in a single instant.
Unable to hide the nervous laughter, along with a puzzled expression that had seen England, America shifted in his seat comfortable on the soft ground earthy. Given the closeness almost abusive of England, placed his hand on his shoulder and held him there. The sweet aroma of alcohol emanaba from the mouth of England.
-England, really is not necessary ...
"Sorry," she whispered, but clearly enough to be heard. I'm sorry if I bothered you ever (hic) c-with my comments ...
Somehow, those last words had been to make your heart shrink a little. No matter if England was drunk or not, because listening to pronounce a simple apology was a sign that America could only appreciate. She smiled shyly, letting his hand caress her tangled hair strands thatched.
"Now do not worry about it, okay? Not even me really angry.
England shivered in touch and hypotheses that again.Firmly placed his bony fingers on the cheek and patted America with calloused fingertips. Within the perfect plan that was hatched young nation, was a place for romance that could arise from the combination of rum and England. But it was not satisfied with a simple touch and put his lips to the ear lobe of America.
-
They flee from me, That sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking Within my chamber ... "sighed
your ear, deep, languid voice, and America came to notice how his blood froze in their veins. A shiver ran through the entire column.
However, his face looked askew with a look of ridicule in England.
- Poesscathingly on and affected even by the were:
"It's a shame (hic) because I wanted to ... make you tonight.
laughed
America, and in response put out his tongue.
your poetry renaissance "That seems boring to me does not mean they do not know. Continues,
if you please.
England led his lips to the collarbone of America, his hands fighting with the buttons of his shirt while singing rubbed against the skin of his teeth from the other nation. -
When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall ...
While reciting the verse, the American green shirt disappeared into the shadows, far away to circle the campfire lightsmeared on her tongue out waiting for some time. Although the language of England damp, warm against the cold skin of his abdomen, difficult task greatly. He felt his own breath to the rhythm of the beats on his chest and his eyes burned to keep them closed too tightly, as if it were a reflex. - Sidney? "He ventured again, although England's chuckle was sufficient response.
English
The body was thinner than his, and yet I notice the cadence of his muscles when he crept to her face and leaned over him, while his hands were battling against the belt and zipper of his pants. The stench of rum had not gone, but Amrich getting used to the smell.
-
And sweetly did me kiss therewithal
"he added, placing a kiss on her lips parted in America. it's hand up to the neck of England, where he delighted massaging the neck and held him there, glued to his mouth and playing with his hands under his pants. When the oxygen requirement was higher, the two were separated a few inches and fastened his eyes on the other.
A light bulb went on in the brain of America. -Sir Thomas Wyatt replied, showing his teeth in a smile from ear to ear and the crooked glasses.
England's hand wandered debmoved up and down around his erection as his tongue was small circles at the tip and slid his hands rough on sensitive skin inside the thighs, and devoid of any type of pants and clothing.
America moved her hips to the beat, forcing England to deepen, and moans escaped from between his lips with each stroke. Suddenly, his mouth was stopped unfortunately for America.
"We have not brought ..." began England.
"In my bag. - Huh? Did you do ...?
America raised his head slightly to face a now bewildered and red-England.
"I had my plans tonightsmug face of America all skepticism. - Oh, yeah? How good? Snapped, squinting and his face closer to that of America. This gave even more golden boy smile.
-
Very good. Perhaps it sounds. His series of books is Song of Ice and Fire .
England's gesture, proud, revealed that at the mention of that book he was already automatic winner of that discussion.
'Oh, that sounds familiar. I have been fortunate or unfortunate enough to read it (unlike you, that you've not bothered). I must say that is entertaining, but lacks the refinement characteristic of Tolkien's work. You can not compare, "he concludedLaterra is the beginning of the poem They flee from me
of Sir Thomas Wyatt. In fact, if I remember correctly, the poem was related to Anne Boleyn (one of the many wives who had Henry VIII and mother of Elizabeth I). Coladito Wyatt was something for her, poor man: D.
Here you can read the whole poem, and here
found a translation into English.
America is talking about the work of George RR Martin.
-Michigan, northern United States, had been the territory of France before England take it away. Detroit is the capital.
I do not like to talk use Latin America, p-but I think that is so wrong to say America or USA in a fic ... I useAmerica as a short form of United States of America. Girls across America, from central or south, please forgive me OTL.
Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers.
Couple: England / USA.
Words: 2359.
Warnings: PORNO, literature and more random butchery.
Notes: of the kinkmeme_esp-anon. Here the original fill. My professors of literature at university would kill me if they knew what to do with the things we see in class.
in principle had been a perfect plan without possibility of failure or move out of the project preset. Once the barrier to convince, or coerce "to England to accompany him on that trip to the boMichigan sques inside. He flatly refused, until he began to wander and remember how he had taken away with that portion of territory to France and America decided that he preferred not to hear more war stories of old. He had risen in the plane to Detroit to force, although this entails listening to their complaints and groans throughout the long journey from one side of the ocean to the other.
After a day of rest and jet lag, America was able to launch the operation. Dressed in comfortable clothing, water bottle, compass, first aid kit and Earl Grey tea (because England needed his happy area, regardless of location), the two countries embarked on the trip to America was organizedo-and used-and to pay the slightest attention. His initial plan was booming.
The night finally arrived and camped in a small clearing. America quickly gathered some twigs and dry leaves, and lit a small fire, enough for two. He insisted on singing folk songs around the campfire, but England banned it and uncorked the first bottle of rum.
- At what point between the provisions that got involved? He asked, frowning America. His plan for a quiet and enjoyable evening was in danger.
"Tea not interest you much, so I knew it in the bag rebuscarías haughtily replied, and handed the bottle to America. Help yourself.
—Noesivo.
"It's okay, England. That's because you're an idiot and like to remind me often, right? -The perfect answer when accompanied with a sly smile. The minimum necessary to get angry to the absolute limits to a fortified England.
"I'm serious, asshole.
response was so calm that America noticed how he froze the blood in a single instant.
Unable to hide the nervous laughter, along with a puzzled expression that had seen England, America shifted in his seat comfortable on the soft ground earthy. Given the closeness almost abusive of England, placed his hand on his shoulder and held him there. The sweet aroma of alcohol emanaba from the mouth of England.
-England, really is not necessary ...
"Sorry," she whispered, but clearly enough to be heard. I'm sorry if I bothered you ever (hic) c-with my comments ...
Somehow, those last words had been to make your heart shrink a little. No matter if England was drunk or not, because listening to pronounce a simple apology was a sign that America could only appreciate. She smiled shyly, letting his hand caress her tangled hair strands thatched.
"Now do not worry about it, okay? Not even me really angry.
England shivered in touch and hypotheses that again.Firmly placed his bony fingers on the cheek and patted America with calloused fingertips. Within the perfect plan that was hatched young nation, was a place for romance that could arise from the combination of rum and England. But it was not satisfied with a simple touch and put his lips to the ear lobe of America.
-
They flee from me, That sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking Within my chamber ... "sighed
your ear, deep, languid voice, and America came to notice how his blood froze in their veins. A shiver ran through the entire column.
However, his face looked askew with a look of ridicule in England.
- Poesscathingly on and affected even by the were:
"It's a shame (hic) because I wanted to ... make you tonight.
laughed
America, and in response put out his tongue.
your poetry renaissance "That seems boring to me does not mean they do not know. Continues,
if you please.
England led his lips to the collarbone of America, his hands fighting with the buttons of his shirt while singing rubbed against the skin of his teeth from the other nation. -
When her loose gown did from her shoulders fall ...
While reciting the verse, the American green shirt disappeared into the shadows, far away to circle the campfire lightsmeared on her tongue out waiting for some time. Although the language of England damp, warm against the cold skin of his abdomen, difficult task greatly. He felt his own breath to the rhythm of the beats on his chest and his eyes burned to keep them closed too tightly, as if it were a reflex. - Sidney? "He ventured again, although England's chuckle was sufficient response.
English
The body was thinner than his, and yet I notice the cadence of his muscles when he crept to her face and leaned over him, while his hands were battling against the belt and zipper of his pants. The stench of rum had not gone, but Amrich getting used to the smell.
-
And sweetly did me kiss therewithal
"he added, placing a kiss on her lips parted in America. it's hand up to the neck of England, where he delighted massaging the neck and held him there, glued to his mouth and playing with his hands under his pants. When the oxygen requirement was higher, the two were separated a few inches and fastened his eyes on the other.
A light bulb went on in the brain of America. -Sir Thomas Wyatt replied, showing his teeth in a smile from ear to ear and the crooked glasses.
England's hand wandered debmoved up and down around his erection as his tongue was small circles at the tip and slid his hands rough on sensitive skin inside the thighs, and devoid of any type of pants and clothing.
America moved her hips to the beat, forcing England to deepen, and moans escaped from between his lips with each stroke. Suddenly, his mouth was stopped unfortunately for America.
"We have not brought ..." began England.
"In my bag. - Huh? Did you do ...?
America raised his head slightly to face a now bewildered and red-England.
"I had my plans tonightsmug face of America all skepticism. - Oh, yeah? How good? Snapped, squinting and his face closer to that of America. This gave even more golden boy smile.
-
Very good. Perhaps it sounds. His series of books is Song of Ice and Fire .
England's gesture, proud, revealed that at the mention of that book he was already automatic winner of that discussion.
'Oh, that sounds familiar. I have been fortunate or unfortunate enough to read it (unlike you, that you've not bothered). I must say that is entertaining, but lacks the refinement characteristic of Tolkien's work. You can not compare, "he concludedLaterra is the beginning of the poem They flee from me
of Sir Thomas Wyatt. In fact, if I remember correctly, the poem was related to Anne Boleyn (one of the many wives who had Henry VIII and mother of Elizabeth I). Coladito Wyatt was something for her, poor man: D.
Here you can read the whole poem, and here
found a translation into English.
America is talking about the work of George RR Martin.
-Michigan, northern United States, had been the territory of France before England take it away. Detroit is the capital.
I do not like to talk use Latin America, p-but I think that is so wrong to say America or USA in a fic ... I useAmerica as a short form of United States of America. Girls across America, from central or south, please forgive me OTL.
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s Eskimo kisses. And then, he had dropped suddenly: "I love .
Romano flushed cheeks could have competed with the rojigualda.
-
The second time was a spring morning in Bilbao. On the horizon of Mount Umbe, Romano noted the contrast of a pale blue skies and bright green trees and wake up in the wet grass that stretched to every corner from where you can see. He was certainly one of the most beautiful and quiet to which Spain had brought into their country.
At that time had begun to drizzle. Romano had embraced himself loose from his mullidan jacket and jersey, and could not restrain a slight shudder. It was at that moment when the arms of Spain had surrounded him, their foreheads against each other and the same indelible smile. With drooping eyelids, Spain had come to her ear and whispered those words again.
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Romano's lips, cold and wet, had responded with a kiss and flushed cheeks. - The third time it happened in front of the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. It was years Xacobeo and crowds of faithful and pilgrims thronged along the entire perimeter of the building. They had managed to gain a foothold in one of the terracesS o, near his ear, he had heard clearly:
- T'estimo . Romano
could remember vaguely how, at the time that Spain had kissed, had seemed to hear applause from the other pedestrians. Red through and through, Romano had buried his face in his shoulder bastard and chose not to see the smirk shared publicly that unexpected, lie Chaplin and himself.
-end-
Romano flushed cheeks could have competed with the rojigualda.
-
The second time was a spring morning in Bilbao. On the horizon of Mount Umbe, Romano noted the contrast of a pale blue skies and bright green trees and wake up in the wet grass that stretched to every corner from where you can see. He was certainly one of the most beautiful and quiet to which Spain had brought into their country.
At that time had begun to drizzle. Romano had embraced himself loose from his mullidan jacket and jersey, and could not restrain a slight shudder. It was at that moment when the arms of Spain had surrounded him, their foreheads against each other and the same indelible smile. With drooping eyelids, Spain had come to her ear and whispered those words again.
- Maite Zaitut.
Romano's lips, cold and wet, had responded with a kiss and flushed cheeks. - The third time it happened in front of the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. It was years Xacobeo and crowds of faithful and pilgrims thronged along the entire perimeter of the building. They had managed to gain a foothold in one of the terracesS o, near his ear, he had heard clearly: - T'estimo . Romano
could remember vaguely how, at the time that Spain had kissed, had seemed to hear applause from the other pedestrians. Red through and through, Romano had buried his face in his shoulder bastard and chose not to see the smirk shared publicly that unexpected, lie Chaplin and himself.
-end-
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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Winry and times and taught me how to fix it. This is normal when you start using a new model, two wires are crushed and you get cramps, is it? Lanfear nodded reluctantly, not very convinced of what Ed was up to.
"But you're not a mechanic, I can hold out until the coming W-Winry ... ugh ..." He instinctively put his hand under the armpit, the focus of all the hassles.
Edward snorted and tried to bring his hand, but still resisted Lanfear. "You're a stubborn ..." he muttered through clenched teeth.
-No more than you, "she said, angry. -Winry
take all day, and it is good to bear the pain while you are still recovering. "Suddenly, if Lanfearntió a different view on it. Edward's face seemed to beg, please let him help. The pain was becoming unbearable and the idea began to seem less suicidal and dangerous in the minds of Lanfear ...
turned his eyes toward Edward, who still looked expectantly. -D-de ... okay, but if something goes wrong, I promise you'll have serious problems with my country diplomat. Edward let out a soft chuckle, and approached to Lanfear. This raised his arm, directing the light into the face of Edward, closer. Tried every means to hide the more than obvious flush on her cheeks. Ed began his operation and carefully took the cables causing
"But you're not a mechanic, I can hold out until the coming W-Winry ... ugh ..." He instinctively put his hand under the armpit, the focus of all the hassles.
Edward snorted and tried to bring his hand, but still resisted Lanfear. "You're a stubborn ..." he muttered through clenched teeth.
-No more than you, "she said, angry. -Winry
take all day, and it is good to bear the pain while you are still recovering. "Suddenly, if Lanfearntió a different view on it. Edward's face seemed to beg, please let him help. The pain was becoming unbearable and the idea began to seem less suicidal and dangerous in the minds of Lanfear ...
turned his eyes toward Edward, who still looked expectantly. -D-de ... okay, but if something goes wrong, I promise you'll have serious problems with my country diplomat. Edward let out a soft chuckle, and approached to Lanfear. This raised his arm, directing the light into the face of Edward, closer. Tried every means to hide the more than obvious flush on her cheeks.
Ed began his operation and carefully took the cables causing
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This is my obsession! ;_;
I love the D18.
I had to do some icons of some pictures that I love! <3
I hope you like them! :D
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I love the D18.
I had to do some icons of some pictures that I love! <3
I hope you like them! :D
-In some Hibari & Dino are together & in others they are alone.-
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