Sunday, February 20, 2011

Johnny Homicidal Maniac Read Online

Fic: Sirius (This is not God)

Girl I owe this fic since it was global, I HAVE NO FORGIVENESS OF GOD. What I have done a long time but finally I send a betear and here. It is rather long but I really hope you like it: D.

Author: Loyle
Fandom: Harry Potter Character
/ partner (s): Sirius. Slightest mention Sirius / Remus
Rating: K
Summary: She was the one who helps him forget his demons, the one who saves him from those four walls.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and ancillary companies. Only the idea is mine.
Warnings: Slight Angst.
Beta: [info] siniestramalfoy
Words:
1.101 Notes: For [info] sara_f_black , I know I owe more than one AN or ... but better late than never, right?. Hope you like.

1.

The view through the small window I have in this cell in crap, the only thing that keeps me sane and reminds me that out there is something to endure and fight. Seeing her there like every night I do remember the days of madness and mischief, those days where nothing mattered more than what we were going to take that night and skirts that were going to go ... I remember very well those days.

Every day is a different, more mediocre and disgusting, but whatever happens, I know she will be there like every night, stopping to fall into madness.

2.

Today is a bad day, but on reflection I've never had a day Well, here ... let's leave that today is a day worse than the others and all thanks to her. Not out tonight like every night, all thanks to the rain has covered without making it shine and has covered my moment of sanity and memory.

have nightmares tonight.

3.

As I predicted, I had nightmares, they always repeated over and over again in front of me. No need to be asleep to see. Are my nightmares and demons that haunt me all day in this hole, are the cries of Lily and James before his death, and the cries of little Harry to see them fall. Are my personal nightmares of those who do not need to sleep to live by. I hope that today

out to forget for a moment, at which time I forget that I'm surrounded by four walls and not get out, when I can remember the smell of the spring wind on my face walking on my bike
Moment where in my head I'm free.

4. Wear

days lying on the damp floor of my cell fríoy. Lately nightmares have been worse than ever, all thanks to the Dementors. Have been more hungry than ever. Sometimes I

wonder how a memory can never lived or witnessed me much harm, to the point of making me lose what little sanity I have left and right.

turn around to look small window, and there is shining ... I can hear a howl in the distance.

Sorry I can not be there mate, really sorry.

5.

Remember the days when molestábamos to Snivellus, James? Remember? Or those days where we ate pills front of the fireplace with Remus and Peter no matter the work of McGonagall and Slughorn Do you remember? You remember the sleepless nights we spend making our reservation Mead illegal ...? Do you remember James? Each day that passes I feel that all these memories are only illusions, James. Today I went

, James, not tonight except me. Tonight I will visit with Lily and Harry, but not the way I want.

6.

Today I have changed cell in a tower on the highest room. It is more humid than the previous I can feel my clothes soaked in contact with the walls, but there is a great advantage: I can see more clearly. Nightmares are more scarce.
I lie on the floor, waiting for the night and my faithful companion. A gust of wind comes through the small window, quickly invaded the room, shaking my hair, longer than normal, and my clothes. I close my eyes on contact, let me catch and invade my senses, I let my body freedom, even a few moments. As is, it falls.

I can see how the darkness is invading the sky I see the last rays of sun bathe my cell. Soon will come, I'm sure tonight will be at my side.

appears through the window, I told you, I think Remus, I'm sorry to observe, leaving to drive away my ghosts. I close my eyes for the first time I have no fear of it, and I can see them next to me, I can feel and hear them laugh.

Slowly I fall into my mind and for the first time I have no fear to dream.

7.

The adrenaline rushes through my veins, James, is a feeling that I had forgotten. It feels so good. It's like remember everything at once, every trick, lie or tumble. It's like living again, be free.

Corro as ever, my legs I call the effort, but it does not matter because every time I'm getting closer. I can see it. I do not understand when I escaped, too many things, just know I'm here, I'm free.

back to my original body-who would think that being Animagus would help me, James. Our little prank became my freedom-seeking passage, trying to get my mind can remember. I find and enter, my skin crawls when he felt the familiar aroma-as usual-not I can help but admire my home, after so long.

I walk the aisles, so many memories that come to mind, so many untold stories. I can not resist climbing the stairs in front of me is a portrait of the Fat Lady, a smile on my face (feels weird), to hear her cry I go running, without any direction .

A smell stopped me, my life could never forget that smell. I head for the door in front of me. I know it's dangerous, but that smell is calling me. Cautiously entered the room, the smell every time is stronger. Just walk a bit to see the picture of her back, standing at the desk of sorts, with a drooping-what I can deduce, I know better than anyone, as I never see him again.
I stood in my place, letting her image and her scent intoxicated me. I can see you take your things, is about to turn. It does. His eyes connected with mine immediately, portfolio with paper falls to the floor.

-Sirius ... "she whispers.

I can see the confusion mixed with the impression in his eyes. I step forward and is all that is needed, close the distance and caught me in his arms. Do not hesitate to get entangled in it, steal its aroma, heat ... everything about him. Hides her face in my neck and I feel wet.

-Remus, "I say to the ear. After years, I speak. My voice sounds strange, as if rusty.

-I miss Sirius. You have no idea what I needed.

Every word through me, I stick mass Mi. After years, I finally feel free.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Paper Dolls Vintage Templates

Cincinnatus, the exemplary anti-Communist


or fascia from the plow


\\ A statue of Cincinnatus in Cincinnati, Ohio, USA: in his right hand holding the fascia , left hand rests to plow \\

Cincinnatus (ca. 519 - ca. 439 BC) - Roman patrician, consul 460 BC, Roman dictator, 458 and 439 BC, cchitaetsya among the Romans one of the heroes of the early years of the Roman Republic, a model of virtue and simplicity. Was in constant opposition to the plebeians, resisted the proposal to make a written Code of laws, equalizing the rights of the patricians and plebeians.
the first time, Cincinnatus was appointed dictator, when the tribe ekvov Volskaya from the east and south-east began to threaten Rome, surrounded the Roman army in Algidskih mountains. The Roman Senate pleaded with Cincinnatus to assume the dictator to save the city.
Cincinnatus while engaged in farming and knew that his departure could lead to famine in the family, if in his absence, the land will be sown. Nevertheless, he agreed and after 6 days of pitched ekvov and Volsky. After fourteen days of the Board, he returned to the employment of rural labor. His immediate resignation and refusal from power after the crisis is often cited as an example of good governance, service to the public good, civic virtue and modesty.
The second time he became a dictator in 439 BC to crush the rebellion plebeians.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Dragon Ball Doujinshi Bulma Goku

Roman salute


not all countries considered something of an extremist.
It is a symbolic gesture in taking the oath

Portugal (oath in the Armed Forces)

in some Latin American countries such as Chile
(oath in the Armed Forces)


Brazil (oath in the Armed Forces)
\\ black man in this photo - Pele \\
and in the Brazilian sports

and also at the end of high school ("Plea graduates ")


Mexico (civic oath - including the school)

Paraguay (constitutional oath inaugural public servants)

as well as in the Republic of China (Taiwan), but the pictures from there I do not found

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Can Olive Oil Give You Diarrhea

two great connoisseurs


William F. Buckley Jr. and William Butler Yeats


Why Doesn;t Nostale Work On My Computer

grammarnatsizm - our pride, our glory and our honor

I tested their knowledge of Russian language and got five.



Go check it out?

"8 of 8 - Congratulations, you have - an endangered species Russians, very knowledgeable about their native Russian language. You are one of the few media elite knowledge available in our time units (4% of total respondents). "

(And all true, except that I'm not Russian. Maybe that's why its so good and I know:))

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Learn To Chair Dance At Home

KOMUNYAKU AT GІLLYAKU




PROPERLY HANG, SON, DO NOT SUMLEVAYSYA

Bow Tie Cinemas Discount Coupon

February 10, 1943, Krasny Bor


Battle of Krasny Bor was part of the planned Soviet offensive - Operation "Polar Star". The Soviet offensive began on Feb. 10, 1943. Thanks to the stubborn resistance of parts of the English "Azuremyst division and 4-th Police SS Division, located at the site of the front, the Soviet offensive bogged down by 13 February.


Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What It Takes To Get Into Ucr

"Piazza San Babila, ore 20"


Funny in Italian to the \\ r in 1976 about the neo-fascists "Piazza San Babila, 20:00," in one episode there uncle, quite similar to David Tibet . And with a completely tibetovskoy spontaneity that it combines a khaki coat with a pink round glasses


Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Ap Biology Cellular Respiration Lab Answer

Fanfic: "Stay"

Author: Loyle

Fandom: Harry Potter Character

/ partner (s): Draco / Harry

Rating: R

Summary: Their paths were brutally separated. One soul, one destination and yet among them many enemies. The moves had been made, the war had begun.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and ancillary companies. Only the idea is mine.

Warnings: Fluff. A Touch of Angst.

Words: +4.000

Notes: Magaly, without you this could not be over. Thanks. My assignment, I hope you like it as much as I liked write it. Fic written for the community [info] aisinfronteras for my assignment: [info] rossette_uchiha

Note 2: By the way, I leave you the link address so you can listen along with the fiction fanmix that I made. The videos are in ElusiveDreams, and Xaac TheMegaRowley

http://www.youtube.com/view_play_li st? P = 601A8D29090E4C38


"Stay "
My whole life waiting for the right time

To tell you how I feel

Know I try to tell you That I need you

Here I am without you.

But I feel so lost What I can do?

'Cause I know this love real Seems

But I do not know how to feel.

Stay

Hurts

The darkness filled the Forbidden Forest, the moonlight was the only enemy. Under a tree he was sitting, thinking and meditating. It was not uncommon to find at that hour out of bed for anything unusual, although so were the tears

was lost. Each time it was more difficult to find a ray of light inside. The more I try to fight the destruction again, I could see. The voices within itself increasing by the day. Screams, moaning, crying. All filled his mind, not let him rest. I could feel the pain of those voices, his head would explode.

reflecting shouted voices in his head. He screamed as he could.

Her fists slammed into the ground. All the rage needed to get out, get what brought in, what you do not show anyone. More tears slid down her cheeks. All I could do was download over everything. Beatings, tears and pain.

weight was becoming larger. Every time fell more within the hole full of darkness. Diaa went darker and days.

She could breathe, could feel pressure on your back, compressing his lungs. I could not believe what was happening, everything was so fast. Since I was use of reason was all misery and pain. ALL. It was all revenge and betrayal, that was his mission in life. Sometimes I felt as far away some memories, laughter, hugs ... disappeared into his mind and made him think that never existed. There was no more happiness, the only thing about him was pain.

He jumped on the grass, trying to feel it on your face, feel something real. Sigh. He wanted to dream something that is not suffering. A dream that is it. If I could dream, your world could disappear in a few minutes. Could forget about him, forgetting his life. Let it all away.

would like to remember but it was painful to remember. Remember so many deaths in his life. His parents, Sirius, Cedric. Everything for him, because of him. More hits against the floor. The frustration came over him. Within all was chaos.

That night, Harry cries like never have allowed it to people. That night, Harry, no longer the boy who lived to be just a young man with a larger weight than anyone can bear. Although day volveríaa be the hero of the wizarding world.

-.-.-.-.

Harry down the stairs from his room. He spent a long night, the body hurts and it looks awful, but it is Diaye must face reality.

- Ready? - Asks Hermione from the door of the Common Room

"Yes, as usual," said Harry getting by, that day has no desire to deal with friendships.

way to the lunch, she knows that Ron and Hermione follow him, always. Is left lost in thought for a while. Think the only ray of saving his life. Think about it.

enter the Great Hall ignoring all eyes on him. Only one is interested. Only one you want. He sits in the usual place with people always. Hermione and Ron are quick to surround him.

can feel the eyes upon him. A shiver runs through your body. The darkness disappears a bit. When lifting his gaze meets yours. That's what I wanted so much at night, what you most want during the day. Those gray eyes fixed upon him. This battle looks.

A smile draws you in the face. He is the one that causes a sincere smile. The battle lasts for seconds, minutes, hours ... lost track of time just by looking. Looks like a smile on his face.

"You hide, Harry, Hermione's voice distracting.

He turns to her friend. His look says everything he thinks. Criticism and misunderstanding. Hermione's mind does not understand the situation, even if you try. No one understands, but does not explain.

"I have nothing to hide" Harry spat.

directs his gaze towards the Slytherin table, looking for him. Is not there. He's gone. Your morning is ruined.


Draco walks the halls. In his mind, hovering hundreds of ideas can not believe what's happening in your life. Everything has taken a radical turn, your life is upside down, and the worst is that you do not mind that is so.

Enter a classroom and is charged on the wall. It is happening so fast. Do not believe everything that has happened in recent months. Being with him. Live, smile, dream .... Be happy with him. It was inevitable that you draw a smile on his face just thinking about it.

is dropped down the wall to the floor. He closed his eyes, letting lose a moment. Exhaled from your lungs. Not everything was beautiful and happy. There were so many cons and dangers. Much to fear. The smile vanished from his face.

much to fear.

hugged her legs and hid her face.

was scared.


could not concentrate. He saw the teacher talking and spinning around the room, but his mind was disconnected. I could not stop thinking about his attitude in the morning. I did not understand why he had disappeared. Maybe he was angry or feeling bad. Was frustrated by not having it at his side. Needed to see. Being with him had become a necessity

Despair overwhelmed him completely.

grabbed his things and threw in his backpack. I had to see it. It had to be at that time. It was becoming his need for it.

Upon waking, he felt a hand stop. There was the look of Hermione.

"You have to stay. Wait, "whispered Hermione.

Something inside him hesitate. She thought of staying there and wait but won desesperacióny desire in your mind.

"No," was all he said and let go.

Upon leaving, I could still feel her gaze upon him.


Draco sat in the classroom. I had no desire to move. I felt a great weight on it. It was a weight that was becoming increasingly difficult to load and support.

slowly release the air from his lungs. It was so difficult.

knew that he had never been so happy. I had never enjoyed as much as in recent months. He had never felt truly loved ... He had never felt truly loved ... But it was so complicated. I hear the door

open. Did not look up. It was not necessary, he knew who was there. His presence filled his body. The only feel you near everything calmed.

- Draco? - Heard calling. There was no answer, "Are you okay? - In his voice you could tell the preocupacióny despair.

When looking up, he found his. and was so intense that their worlds are revolutionized. A shiver ran through their bodies. It was incredible. The smiles soon appeared.

- ... I'm fine, "Draco whispered.

understanding and peace. The atmosphere was in equilibrium.

Draco opened his arms. It was all Harry needed signal without waiting launched into his arms. The two embraced on the floor was all they needed and longed for the day. Being together, feeling each other, kept them in peace.

"I need you Harry whispered in his ear.

Those words penetrated her fully. Understand the meaning of that sentence. He felt the same way every day, every hour, every second. Draco hugged

stronger. I wanted to convey all that I felt at that time. Show you understand that need, he also lived it every day. For him that relationship was everything.

They were hugging for a while. All they wanted was to live the moment and forget the rest. Draco stroked her hair at Harry. Everything was going so slow yet so fast. It was like a dream. They lived in fear of waking up anytime.

Everything was perfect. The calm and satisfaction the drunk. I felt his hands up and down her back, her heart was pumping as fast as yours. Were one.

Within that room, the world was stopped, time is not running, no hours, minutes or seconds that bothered. Were only two of them.

Outside this room, the world revolved as usual, people walked as usual. But the outside world did not exist for them at that time. "This


morning I received a letter from my father, "Draco broke the silence.

His whole body was tense, Harry could feel it. I could feel all the fear and anguish that the letter implied.

- What say?

was time to face the outside world.

Draco hid his face in Harry's neck, the smell is reassuring, as I hugged him trying to bring it closer, if that was possible. I wanted to extend the time as I could. Forget reality.

- What the letter said, Draco? - Harry insisted.

"Now is the time, Harry. - There was nothing else to say.

Harry took his face in his hands. The eyes came back together at the time. Draco had so many ideas and words to say but nothing came out of his throat. They knew that this moment would come. The outside world invaded yours.

much to say.

much to hide.

Harry looked at him as trying to get in Ely grab your soul, Draco dropped gaze. Tania afraid of what happened, was too uncertain. Was in the middle of two paths to follow, was to lose or win.

He took down his chin, lifting his eyes. There it was, that look on his face decision among all the courage and bravery could see love and understanding.

"I want you to understand something, Draco. I will not let anything happen to you understand? "Said Harry, stroking his cheek one night I will not call or a few hours diao. I ask all of life, Draco. I spend my life with you, waking and sleeping on your side. We live all the experiences we want. I want everything with you, Draco, "he recited on his lips. He closed the distance. Their lips met, not a common kiss, a kiss that was all while erasing all thought. Draco could only moan and receiving.

"Never let Draco whispered among the kiss.

Everything was said.


The final battle was over them. All were alert to any movement, the two sides were ready to attack. It was the moment that everyone expected. What both had dreamed.

Harry was nervous, could not deny it, so it would happen. I feared the end.

He turned to see him on his bed, was sleeping peacefully. The night had been perfect, as always. Stroked across his back with his hand, wanted to remember the texture of your skin, remember the feel of his skin against hers.

was time to carry out the agreement. They had to separate.

He approached her hair and inhaled her scent, leaving invaded by this. Wanted all I could take him, wanted to take it with you. I needed a reason to go with everything and throw it overboard and get out with Ela a place where never found.

directed his mouth to Draco's neck and began handing out kisses on you. I wanted to enjoy as much as I could, take every second to his side.

"I love you, Draco ... more than I imagined I could love someone whispered in his ear.

moved away Ely looked at him, completely asleep. It was time to leave, had to take if confronted with those gray eyes his whole plan would be in the trash. He got out of bed and began to enlist.

Draco pressed closer his eyes trying with all his being not to move, not to get up and take against Ely Harry let go ... but I knew that was not right, even if you hurt, had to accept it.

Harry could hear moving around the room, trying not to wake him, and laid his eyes moments about it. He stifled a groan in his throat, trying to endure. Harry felt closer to Ely Crouch before him, try to relax.

-miss-you gave him a little kiss on his head. -Return for you.

away from Ely I felt his presence then disappeared.

stronger Draco hugged his pillow, burying her face and choking with sobs. I felt something inside it stopped working. Desire mourn and cry invaded. It was too much to bear.

He sat on the bed as the tears ran down her cheeks, leaving everything out, allowing yourself to be weak for a moment. Allowing human being first.

spent his hands over his face, removing all traces of her tears. It was time to go as planned, though in pain. At his side found a small bag with a note on top. Opened.

I do everything for you, do not forget.

said nothing more, a short phrase that meant a thousand words.

He dressed quickly and took all their stuff. Gave a final glance around the room, so many shared moments, and disappeared.

movements had been made, the war had begun.


Draco could feel he was being followed. Every time I went somewhere and left his house could feel eyes upon him. There were times he had managed to see someone's shadow, but was to ignore it, knew that his paranoia was larger than ever.

was afraid of who was, many years running. Do not know what to expect, to get home is moveríaa empacaríay elsewhere. Another "home" again. He could not remember how many places had been, so many different places and had never met one really.

sweatshirt was pulled, trying to comfort himself, the cold seeped more than their bones.

At his small apartment was locked, forgetting his paranoia. He threw his jacket aside and threw himself on his bed. So much had happened since the time of the flight, had left his life behind, all that was it: your family, home, magic and him.

He hugged himself. I tried with all his being to forget and move on but it was so difficult. Every day his memory was present, each day felt more need for it. Sometimes he wanted to leave everything aside and go get it no matter the danger, he just needed view, be another day with him.

Every night he pulled in his bed and sank in the past, in memories.

He reached under his pillow and pulled out a small photo. He repeated again and again a little kiss between them. It was all I had of him. She sighed and a smile crossed his face. Perfectly as I could remember her lips felt on hers. He remembered everything perfectly.

embraced the picture against her chest, wanting to inebriate of memories.

Gradually he lost in them, falling asleep.


Harry walked in the village, hiding from view. The pressure on his wrist it was becoming stronger, was nearby. Czech spell for the fifteenth time, I was afraid of losing. What he had expected was to be fulfilled.

had finally had its way, the prophecy was fulfilled. He let out a sigh at the thought. He won laugh, jump, jump. At the end was over everything. He left his life behind, it was time to start a new one. A life that had always wanted.

Draco recalled the look of their smile came when he saw him in that town, was about to run to Ely to take it in his arms, but he knew he could not come from nothing, other than that it was not a safe place.

Since that day I was following you, caring for him, thanks to the spell had been put tracker. There was feared by him during the war, all nights wished with all his might end soon to return with him.

At a park, the pressure became more intense. In the distance, the snow, was able to see a person walking, I was sure it was Draco could feel it. It was the right time to go for it.

He approached a boy playing on the swings.

"Hello, Harry said smiling.

The boy stopped and stared.

I can not talk to strangers, "said the child.

"I guess but I just want you to ask a small favor," said Harry, leaning against him. "I just want to give away one of your hair.

child's face reflected confusion. She looked into his eyes and showed a small smile. He removed his hat from his head and pulled out some hair.

"You're weird," laughed the child, giving her hair.

-Gracias. "said Harry, unkempt with his hand.

Harry got up and went to find a place to hide. Decided to do after an abandoned house. He took a bag of his coat and put his hand to take the Polyjuice Potion, cost and find that, thanks to a spell gear, had put a lot of things.

took it out of the bag and entered the child's hair. He took off his clothes and fell. Pocióny took drank in one gulp. Began to feel how your body was changing to become the child the park.

took his clothes and dressed quickly, the cold seeped your skin. He put his things and ran to where he ran the spell tracker.

Draco found walking down a street and followed him.


walked the streets of small town, reviewed the map for the second time, dirigíaa your new home. The body ached, fatigue came over him more and more, wished with all his being to reach and jump in bed. Getting lost for a moment. The

snowflakes falling on his face, the cold was becoming more intense. The snow accumulated on the road. The street was deserted. There was the feeling of a glance, his wand held tight in his coat, he felt from streets back.

started walking as fast as he could, his legs were resenting the effort.

His hands felt frozen, it hurt just to move them. The desperation was beginning to invade. I could feel

as was to be closing in on him. I was getting closer.

- Who's there? Draco asked, turning as he pointed with his wand.

saw nothing, the street was completely empty. Although not see anyone for days, I could feel eyes upon him. He took his wand, I keep it inside his jacket and went his way.

could see in the distance a hostel sign hanging on the wall. It was an old building, it looked sloppy out.

pushed

the door of the building and entered. Opposite him was a gentleman behind a desk, reading a newspaper, "New World Magic" stood out in the headline beside the picture of the smiling minister. Mr. lowered the newspaper noted.

- Want something? Asked Mr..

Draco nodded and left a bag of coins on the desk.

-Room 14, second floor to the right, "he said throwing the keys on the desk The stairs are right-pointed with his hand and raised the newspaper following his reading.

took the keys and headed for the stairs. His head began to hurt badly needed a place to rest. He heard the door open again, turned his eyes and managed to see a child come running and hiding behind a pillar. He ignored the fact and followed the path to the room.

Draco opened the door, entered and gave him a look, was a small room with a bed in the center and a desk-side, was decent, could not complain. He approached the bed, throwing aside their stuff.

He stood facing the bed, looking at all that would remain. Escape, escape, fear. Was all it meant his life at the time.

heard steps behind him. He turned and found himself before the child standing in the doorway of his room, his hair disheveled and carrying a large black coat, his eyes upon him. Draco squeezed his wand inside his pants.

"Sorry ...

The boy walked towards him, closing the door with a hand movement. He felt like a magic filled the room quickly, his mind and heart stopped instantly, he could recognize the magic ... the magic was his.

could not believe what I was feeling, had to be a foolish illusion sueñoo mind. The boy standing before him raised his eyes and they were found. His heart raced at the moment. His mind worked like never before. Anxiety and fear seized him.

arms surrounded him around his waist and felt the child's body to stick to it. He closed his eyes. I could feel his presence. I was afraid to open their eyes and realize it was all a lie. Fear of disappointment.

The silence invaded the room.

Draco ... that voice.

eyes slowly opened.

The body before him was gradually transformed, giving way to a small jet-black hair and green eyes. And there it was. That look that much missed. That look that many nights he had dreamed.

Harry stood before him, his hair disheveled and his clothes disheveled and ragged, his eyes on his face flushed Ely.

Draco froze. Not assimilated the presence of Harry. I did not think she was actually in front of him so often dreamed that I could not believe it. Extended his hand to his face, afraid to touch it and everything disappeared. A smile appeared on Harry's face. He touched his cheek slowly, thousands of feelings were born within him.

- Are you real? ... "Cried Draco.

Harry's smile widened and let out a laugh.

"I'm real, Draco. I'm here.

Draco looked into his eyes and knew it was real. Harry was with him at last.

Harry is rushed, hugging him tightly. Everything seemed ephemeral. The emotions are invading, so many things to think, to ask and fear. Around her, everything was spinning. I could feel Harry's body and his scent invaded.

Harry took him in her arms, approaching him. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his neck.

-I miss you, Draco. Do not know how much I miss "repeated Harry on his neck.

stroked her hair while delivering kisses on his head. Harry felt the body begin to tremble and neck wet. The tears were present.

"We're together. Relax, we're together. - Draco whispered in his ear as he stroked his back.

Draco walked slowly, holding the arm, dragged him towards him. Seconds later, they found the two on the bed. Harry gave him a smile that mixed love and desire. Draco blushed like a reaction. Ely Harry leaned over kissed her forehead warm, down to her lips and continuing in his neck.

The air in the room was too cold to think of takes away the clothes, but there were too many emotions of the moment, neither would pass up the opportunity now that were finally together.

Draco slowly put his trembling hands under Harry's shirt to get rid of it once. They sat on the bed to be removed from the clothes more easily.

that surrounded the place and did not exist for either, and nothing mattered. Harry went the way of Draco's neck kisses to his bare chest, ending in his abdomen, the intertwined gently alluded their fingers in the hair of another and was limited to repress an occasional groan involuntarily.

"You've been waiting for this moment, is not it? Why do not you punish Harry whispered around his neck and immediately kissed him softly on the lips.

Something like an electric shock ran through the entire body of the blond, who clung to the body of her lover. He got up a little, prolonging the kiss while his hands made minor grooves in the skin of his back.

Nothing could stop already, had gone to his world. That connection was between the two, he was content unchecked desire, the love that had endured so many obstacles ...

friccióny The soft rubbing two bodies made them feel more and more united, even though she was only possible proximity. However, for them that was not enough. Both bodies were shivering in the dark, but none of them knew if it was cold because it was so much anxiety of another reaction that was presenting their bodies.

Slowly, Draco spun around until he was over Harry, while that ran every part of his body with his eyes, his eyes shone brighter than any other day, its red and moist Medes were screaming lips taste of his own, his neck gave off an odor characteristic of him, a scent that was exciting for Draco, it was like a sedative.

Gently pressed his lips to Harry, to which he gave him a gentle bite on them. Hands and demanding shooting down Draco along the torso of Harry, to break through and reach that point where he always did his.

"I love you, Draco. Harry groaned.

A smile crossed the face of Draco, a real smile.

"Me too, Harry.

Ringworm From Spiders

Fics + Gifts + Life + Craft: I'm still alive.

is a small hall full of my things and odd explanations.

1. I'm still alive, although I have spend years without f-list or reply to comments, etc. The fact is that in my house I have internet, you can imagine, and I have only the interest of the blackberry (not left for long and I only survived thanks to ff.net and LJ little phone).

2. I come to assume two things I did:

* A gift fic I [info] siniestramalfoy for my birthday is called: "Satin Turquoise is a Drarry fact and law, with a bottom! Draco delicious and a mention of Blarry *-* * crazy fangirl scream * (I can only say that I melted to read and is a fic I love)

* The other is a fic tmb gift I received in the community [info] aisinfronteras by [info] cloe2gs which is called: an afternoon and is a Tony / Maxxie: # (I love this couple)

3. publish my assignment [info] aisinfronteras . I forgot to publish it. Here the fic.

4. I'm half crazy between the University (now if it appears to study medicine), the Alemany classes darkcrak! fest.

5. Here Potterian are some stuffed animals made by me: D .. hope you enjoy and accept suggestions and criticisms. Here are the pictures: D



Ron, Harry, Draco and Hermione.



Harry Potter.



Albus Dumbledore.



Ron, Harry, Draco, Hermione and Albus.


doll made by me. Materials: cardboard, colored markers and glue.
I think it's
all (: ..

Saturday, February 5, 2011

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Quarteto 1111


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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Senior Week 2010 Myrtle Beach

Another example of leftist attitude towards the dead and their resting places


http://www .guardian.co.uk/books/2011/jan/24/jorge-luis-borges-grave

Aged degenerate, who escaped in time from Chile after arrival Pinochet to power and worked on the Soviet radio, Nassau on the grave of Jorge Luis Borges for the fact that the great Argentine writer, as any normal people did not like the commies and well-regarded Pinochet (and took the time out of his hands high, Chile's state award - the Order of Bernardo O'Higgins - because of what has never received the Nobel Prize: This a real member of the Nobel Committee, Arthur Lundquist, Swedish writer and winner of the international Lenin Prize, "blackball" in his time Ezra Pound and
Selina for their "fascism")


("Returning from the U.S. to Buenos Aires Borges makes transplantation in Chile, where he received his doctorate at the Catholic University of Santiago de Chile. Upon arrival, he learns that the Pinochet government going to give him the Order of Bernardo O'Higgins, one of the most prestigious awards in Chile, especially for foreigners. But at the same Borges call in Chile on the phone and say: "Do not get this medal, otherwise it will cost you a Nobel Prize." \\ ... \\ And Borges was a very stubborn and principled: "I will not give up from what I offer! "And he received the Order."
http://fantlab.ru/article377

newspaper "La Segunda" dated September 20, detailed the lavish reception in honor Borges Chilean Academy of Language. Given the high status of this organization, Borges tried to live up to and speak the appropriate language. "I I know that in this era of anarchy here, between the Cordilleras and the sea, there is a strong state. Lugones predicted a strong nation when he spoke about an hour sword. And I openly declare that I prefer the sword, I prefer a drawn sword secret of dynamite. I say this clearly and accurately representing what it means. After my country has chosen out of the quagmire , and I hope it climbs well. I am confident that we are able to free themselves from this morass, which turned out to be. You are already out of it. And now we see: Chile, this region, this state is not only a very over the country, it is also a noble sword "...
Thereafter Borges visited the Chilean Air Force commander's office and a member of the military junta, Gen. Gustavo Leigh, the same who ordered the bombing of the palace of La Moneda ". The general said he was very excited about this visit: "I do not believe that here you are, so close. In life, never heard anything more unjust, than the conventional wisdom, though soldiers and the military in general - people are uneducated ... "Borges said that he never spoke and did not think so, that he himself feels a little war. In Madrid, whence he came, he publicly stated that he supports the government of Pinochet.)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Parents Choice Nipples

screaming snot-over possible the collapse of one of the centers of the tourism industry


http://victorsolkin.livejournal.com/331397.html

Taki oh-wei and how awful it is, and strashnozhit.

"Russian Egyptologists are extremely alarmed by the situation with the perishing heritage of the Arab Republic Egypt in the days of military confrontation in the country. On the background of political and economic components of the tragedy unfolding in Egypt is almost entirely outside world's attention remained numerous looting of museums, archaeological storage and archaeological zones of the country. Meanwhile, it is not just about the vandalism, but about "the possible collapse of one of the largest centers for global tourism industry - it is an extremely attractive for a world tour, the object has long since turned into the golden fund of world culture "(p). "Ancient Egypt" very good odds for cash in the form a variety of handicrafts - from the "Scarabs" and "papyrus" to statues of the gods - from the hands of many traders. "Ancient Egypt" collects very good money in the form of entrance fees to museums, which displays the defiled corpses Egyptian archaeologists - for this desecration of these wretched remains have experienced no casualties at the hands of the Arabs at the end of January this year, and at the hands of gentlemen scientists atheists, without any respect relating to equal all beliefs and traditions of all civilizations and nations of the earth and do not stop in its bohogulnom vanity at nothing in order to expose another corpse in the window of the museum. No need to be a genius to realize that this act of profanation committed the one who reveals the grave remove the corpse and puts it in the window, not the one who breaks this disgusting display case.

"At the same time I would like to acknowledge the huge role ordinary Egyptians, who, while respecting and appreciating the heritage of their forefathers ... "- well, of course, on this" ancestral heritage "simple Egyptians" do very good money - exposing the remains of the "ancestors" of money on display prazdnoshatajushchejsja profane - so why should not they protect source their income, the "golden fund of world culture" that lays the golden eggs.

Nation, whose face became a tourist industry, a nation that profit from corpses of their ancestors, is doomed, people protesting against this state of affairs - the best representatives of this nation.


UPD
"Suspects Arrested the theft of artifacts from the Cairo Museum "
" ... the most interesting for tourists age of pharaohs of ancient Egypt. "
http://news.mail.ru/incident/5320452/
exponential ogovorochka. that is all it is in the tourist business, and not mad for "heritage of their ancestors." The only thing hurt "naslednichkam" - what it can do damage Egypt's tourist image.

Thieves can and will be caught, but not major. Also the main thieves - gentlemen scholars infidels, whose hands are very long it was stolen from graves and which should be hung on lampposts in the form of holiday decorations to celebrate the overthrow of the tyrant, the patron these atheists, but who, unfortunately, long buried with military honors at home. Scum, for which costs nothing to unearth and plunder the grave should be taught good manners by their carcasses drying in the sun until the natural mummification - or at least the exhumation of corpses and exhibiting in the museum showcases the remains of all these casings, Carnarvon and other Indiana-Jones nedorezanyh.

Below The Knee Itchy Skin

January, Jews rejoice ...


At the end of January it became known that the Minister French Culture Frederic Mitterrand struck out the name of Louis-Ferdinand Celine from the list of 500 names of artists who have honor in France in 2011. (7 July 2011 marks 50 years since the death of Selena.)
all because of the great writer's dislike for Jews.
Jews in the eyes of politicians close a legacy Selina.
Modern France is not willing to take their great sons as they were.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Blogger Denise Milani Strawberrys

Hussars


in December 1952 in the journal Les Temps modernes in an article entitled Grognards et hussards ("The Old Guard and Hussars"), literary critic, Bernard Frank, ironically named the "hussars" several young budding writers. Mot was chosen because of the name of the novel "Blue Hussars", released in 1950 and written by one of these young men - Roger Nime (he served his time in the French armed forces is still in the then Second Hussar Regiment). Nime wrote for the magazine monarchical La Nation française and was a friend of Louis-Ferdinand Celine.

"Hussars" were writers, somehow resisted the bandwagon while the intellectual Youth existentialism and leftist snobbery in literature, a person whom was Jean-Paul Sartre. It is this fashionable in certain circles, lines and contrasted with a "Hussars", among which, besides Nime included
Michel Deon, Jacques Laurent, Antoine Blondin, François Nurise, Kleber Edan, Stefan Ekke, Felicien Marceau, Jacques Perrin, Christine de Rivuar, Genevieve Dorman. Francoise Sagan also found in the literature on the crest of the "hussar" wave. "Hussar" can be called, perhaps, the "right anarchists" - anarchists, to the extent to which they are not priemleli established in the French literature of the time dictate leftist establishment. Some of the "hussar" worked with ACCION Francaise. "

most iconic figures of this informal association - Apart from Roger Nime - are Jacques Chardonnay (collaborator, who served after the war, a prison term) and Paul Moran, a brilliant stylist and scholar - is also collaborator, who lived after the war for some time in exile in Switzerland, and later became famous for his candidacy for election to the French Academy was first rejected by Charles de Gaulle (the only case in the history of France, when the president of the republic exercised his right to veto candidate in academics). Another well known for his non-conformist "hussar" was Philip Edyui, who retired as a volunteer on the Algerian war and later srezhessirovavshy several documentaries about her. Published by the Journal of L'Esprit public , in which he wrote several brilliant intellectuals, was one of the mouthpiece of the opponents the treacherous policy of de Gaulle in Algeria against the French.

Friday, January 28, 2011

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site of Miguel Krasnov - the fighter with the Communist plague


http://www.miguelkrasnov.blogspot.com/


"Despite the charges against charges, save at the proper high level of my spirit and my unwavering faith in God. It should be clear that I was a Cossack and proud of it. Exactly the same feelings I keep towards my uniformed officer of the Chilean Armed Forces. I - a soldier who was turned into a persecuted for political reasons. But despite what, I do not think and do not feel defeated Chilean officer, less than that - the defeated and broken Cossack "