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my heart took a beating ♥ [Part II]

Open the post saying that I changed the graphics to my portfolio: D (so go peek uu)
Secondly, this brings us to the opening words because " Part II" in the title: you have this Cam Gigandet ? He is what he has done it again my heart beat * W * I do not know if you read what has Fique 'm really good piece of my son.
After much waiting, I finally managed to see a movie where this actor does not play the villain dies uu Why is it, in almost all the movies play this part.

The OC: Kevin , the part of bad boy.
Never Back Down - Never Give : Ryan, the part of bad boy (# 2).
Twilight: James , the bad part of the vampire.
The Unborn : Mark , part of the cool guy, sweet, which is then held and the end? Dies.
Pandorum - The parallel universe : C.le Gallo, the mad villain.
Burlesque: Jack , the cool guy, sweet and ... do not die!

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my heart took a beating ♥

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Film wonderful * V * He is wonderful ♥

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Why wedding ring be worn nell'anulare?

According to ancient Chinese belief, the answer is:

• The thumb represents parents.
• 's index represents brothers and sisters.
• The average represents ourselves.
• The road is our partner.
• The little finger is our children.

Now a small demonstration: D
showing the palm of your hands, bend the two middle fingers, and accostateli as shown. Then add the other fingers always taking 'image.

- Try Now open your thumbs: this movement is the split from our parents, which unfortunately one day will no longer be on our side.
- Close open your thumbs and index: this means that our brothers and sisters one day put on their family, away from us.
- Close your hands and do the same with the little fingers: our children, too ', they one day take their own way, become independent and form a new family.
- I closed the little fingers you will notice that the same process can not repeated with the ring, a sign of 'inseparable union between partners.

You put the 'ring, promising not to ever divide us.

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No precise explanation of why I decided to put this title XD is exactly the first thing that came to my mind: D Well, maybe it's a pooochino due to the fact that I took cof cof 10 in third round of DIRITO cof cof : D Well, then there are other less important votes uu transcribe them but it must be: • 6 ½

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No comment on uu well, anyway ... I'm not complaining about what I studied (I refer mainly to the first vote) is just fine : / Change the topic?: D In this moment, I'm listening music. Song is Grenade by Bruno Mars . Other
? Um .... this morning I went with brum (car) in the center with my best friends. Pleasant day!
I wanted to buy the book, but I could not find ç.ç The Kiss of the fallen angel, I fell in love with this book! I also discovered that the sequel comes out this month, I asked for anything yet .......... e. Q: And I hope to read tonight and make my thoughts thinking about Patch. Well, I will refer to the book that I lent my friend: D

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Prompt: Order of the Phoenix

Good reading.

12, Grimmauld Place

The square was enclosed within an area of elegant Victorian buildings now a bit ' decayed, abandoned to a sad decline. Remus looked at them almost without breathing, a little 'because silence property who ruled the place seemed to reject a sound, a bit 'because it's the thrill closed his throat.
Although it seemed rather silly, given the difficult situation and the circumstances that led him there. Yet, beyond the facts, remained stuck on an irrepressible sense of wonder, of curiosity in children. Does not fundamentally change things to try to concentrate on more pressing thought - the rebirth of the Order, the resumption of guerrilla warfare, the return of the Dark - because of the fact that square Remus had wanted to see an infinity of times Over the years, and had never done. Before he was a boy who could not simply go where it seemed to him, after apparently because Sirius did not smile the idea to take him there and show him that place was a wound that never completely healed, and after that because the pain would was too violent to bear.
His eyes ran down the facades of those buildings, windows, almost all hidden by shutters closed or half-closed doors on refined and a bit 'worn. In the middle of the square there are two trees and a bunch of benches, deserted, seemed to want to discourage visitors instead of inviting.
It seemed a sad place.
But maybe it was just because he connected it to Sirius, and if once in his eyes was a figure Sirius cheerful, sunny and bustling, be today had become a dull, off, torn. A man who dragged wearily and painfully forward in the midst of his worms and his ghosts, mortally wounded, still stubbornly clinging to a life that only now had the features of Harry Potter. The only thing that mattered most.
Remus knew. In some ways it was the same for him: his life was no longer that mattered - not the most was a long time, since he was rushed for more than ten years earlier - but that of others, that later. Especially to Harry.
sighed to himself and decided to take a few steps forward, his brow furrowed seriously. All that mattered now was to restart the Order of the Phoenix, reorganize it, scrape up what remained of its old members and new aggregate to give it new life and another breath. And if there should be, there would be.
no illusions: he knew that it was not just to deal with that task by spending their days side by side with Sirius, with that Sirius was more than Sirius, but Sirius was just as well, his great friend, a stranger incomprehensible made by this year, the companion of all time, love ended in tragedy.
not interested in this, however. What mattered was the Order.
slowed his pace, reaching the benches to overcome them, and we can get without poterselo prevent.
Of course, sometimes we sat there. Maybe. With Regulus, perhaps, under the stern gaze of Walburga ready and vigilant to prevent any contact with the filthy vermin that plagued the neighborhood. He tried to focus, even smaller than that, vaguely remembered the time that he had known. The pale face, a little 'chubby childhood and beautified. Gray eyes and light, yet too large at that little face of a child. Hands nervous, tight in her lap, all contained in a small body of self-effort of composure. He remembered the beginning of the first year, like a little thing discussed in the constant attempt of an elegant self-restraint, a violence imposed which had become self-inflicted with a childhood habit of all.
few weeks had been enough to sweep away all that Gryffindor front overflow and let the real Sirius. Looking back now, he thought he had witnessed the blooming of a few flowers, one that blossoms in the evening are still green and the next morning there they were, the apotheosis of petals and colors.
How had loved him, upset that flower.
shook his head, returning to observe the line of the buildings in front of him. It was all started on that square, where he was born Sirius.
began walking until you reach the opposite sidewalk, and there he frowned and waved his eyes on house numbers. Ten, eleven, thirteen. There, in the middle.
It took another two seconds, only two, two thoughts to flow out by themselves. A black dog asleep on the cold floor of the Shack in front of his eyes still clouded with sleep and fatigue after the transformation, and then Frank's face as his trembling voice announcing the death of James and Lily.
blinked.
The Order La Fenice is at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London.
And it was there.
An old door imposing, austere. A brass handle worked, which seemed to threaten. There was a look of rejection on the facade of refined and something cold. Remus, but he just shrugged, decided that was not necessary to knock and firmly grasped the handle, it locks. So, after having slipped the head inside and found that the hall was plunged into a silent gloom, he ventured inside.
" Sirius? "He began.
And then he began.
" SEWAGE FECCIA! MAGICAL WORLD OF SHAME! How dare you, TUUU, filthy HYBRID ... "
" Zittaaa! For Merlin, shut up! "



smoked in tea cups.
Remus tried not to look too curiously as she looked around with, indeed, an irrepressible curiosity, exactly.
It was a beautiful kitchen, or at least had to have been made. Job mobility, elegant, fine furnishings. He was sure that with a nice clean, that place would be too refined.
" Well ..." he murmured.
" I hope you now understand better why I've never presented in the family," Sirius remarked ironically, sharp.
Remus nodded quietly.
" Me'd got an idea, but the experience was enlightening," confirmed, risking a smile.
The other not returned. Remus knew that frame with a look, but that day would be enough for anyone to guess what that Sirius had a legendary temper. He would not be surprised if he took a moment to growl at empty, and judging by the expression on his face gaunt, contracted into a grimace of rage not too suppressed, was not entirely unlikely that he did indeed.
Once, during one of his angry weeks of their stay at Hogwarts, James had a sign attached to his poster, written in his own hand with an enchanted ink, bright. careful, it bites.
Remus stifled a principle of nostalgic laughter at the memory.
A Sirius did not escape.
" What's so funny?" He muttered.
The werewolf shook his head gently.
" Do not make me go to the mansion?" He asked in turn, glissando.
Sirius glanced at him suspiciously, as if considering the same thin butt of consumer jokes or not. He had to opt for the latter solution, and shrugged his shoulders, standing up with a snort.
" 's all dirty and disgusting, but if you care," he muttered grimly.
Remus nodded firmly.
" Actually, yes," confirmed serious.
gray eyes of Sirius rose straight up to him, strangely alive in that body weak and thin. Studied it seriously for a few seconds, much less hazy than he expected. Then her lips curled into a sort of smile resigned, bitter.
" you care for twenty years."
A finding in a low voice, that almost reproachfully.
Remus just shook his shoulders.
" You were born here," said logically.
Sirius seemed for a while to find it almost funny.
" Yeah," he said, with an incomprehensible laughter that immediately became gloomy. "E would be to understand at once that nothing good could come from one born here, "she said, almost spitting the words with venom. "Come."
Remus preferred not to comment on that last statement, but merely to follow him.
The cups were left there, abandoned.
was a full house, weird. Remus had never set foot in a place so Pureblood, and was surprised the amount of gadgets and objects that proclaimed the superiority of blood. Everything pointed to a bygone splendor, overwhelmed by dust and neglect, but there is some semblance of order.
" you clean?" He asked, running his finger on a shelf almost dusted.
Sirius shook his head, annoyed.
" Kreacher, the Elf of my mother. She still lives here, but must be hidden by the smell of your bottom, the little bastard, 'he said scornfully.
Lounge, hall, bathroom, the kitchen had already visited.
"There is the library, but I prefer that you not come before the Albus has looked to identify protective spells, "Sirius announced, pointing to a closed door.
" books could attack me?" Remus inquired.
" Or worse."
There was a solemn-looking tapestry in the corridor on the first floor. The ancient and noble House of Black was proudly displayed on the wall, severely. Remus stayed to watch him thoughtfully.
Next to the name of Regulus Black was a small burn barely visible, a fragment of reality canceled.
" You were here," he said, touching the scar tissue with a finger.
" Yes And here, "Sirius confirmed, taking his hand just next to her," there was Andromeda. And Uncle Alphard, remember? "He added, with a hint of a smile, pointing over her.
Remus nodded.
"They canceled for my sake, you know. For all of the money to me ... "
" I remember, "Remus confirmed.
Sirius took a deep breath.
" much damage to one man," he said.
Remus swallowed hard.
not only damage. Not only those.
" Maybe he does not mind. Having been erased, I mean, "said conciliatory.
" Yeah. The rest may not displeasing to James. "
Sirius's words were followed by a dense silence, sharp.
They stood firm in front of the tapestry, sharing the same discomfort. James.
" do not know why I told you," Sirius finally admitted softly.
" 've always had this tendency to speak faster than you think. It also said Snape, "downplayed Remus, raised by this new intervention.
Sirius clicked his tongue, raising his eyes to heaven.
" Good, that."
Remus chuckled, just forcibly.
Sirius walked on, continuing a hasty visit. He jumped a couple of doors goes unnoticed and opened the third, motioning to enter. Remus performed, following him, and as soon as we cross the threshold, we realized what was that room, the smell, or air, or something else, and stood almost without being able to look around.
that was there. That room had heard the first stirrings of Sirius, its first plant, perhaps his first laugh. He had seen his first steps, heard the first arguments, contained his anger and his rebellion until it had become too big to be imprisoned by its walls.
The missing piece to the image that Remus had him at the time when Sirius was the most important thing in his life, had it now, finally, before his eyes.
That room was never cleaned, or placed, and it shows. Only the bed had been remade fresh, perhaps because the Animagus had begun to sleep. Everything else was dirty and worn. One dark desk, a wardrobe with three doors, a chair, an armchair, all bare, impersonal. Yet the room repeating his name.
" E 'left your stuff," he asked quietly.
Sirius nodded casually, pointing to the closet.
" had locked the door."
Remus not already listening. He pushed the ajar door and look inside. Some old dress, baby books yellowed, old-fashioned toys with peeling paint. A little coat hanging on the best.
" Twain, Klaus The Vampire," she whispered, grabbing what little volume discharged and ruined. "I love this book."
you remember. James had they got the first time they had celebrated Christmas with friends, and Sirius had spent the following years to read it in his spare time, even when he became a bit 'too large.
" Yes It seems absurd that I had left here, " Sirius said thoughtfully.
" When we moved to the attic looking for," said Remus with a start, remembering the day when they went in together. He remembered vividly the image, Sirius cans defeats in the midst of the chaos of creative sharing in their attic, angry and exasperated. "But really, where the hell is Klaus finished?" He says, throwing books around.
" I tried for four years, but I have never touched on the idea that he was here. I was pretty sure of taking it, " Sirius said, looking casually browse through the book. "I thought it was some old hall of Hogwarts. The day before yesterday when I found there was almost dry. "
Remus rapidly visualized the image of Sirius, the sight of the little book, holding his breath with a strangled groan and grabbed the momentum , stringendoselo chest between convulsive sobs. Shook his hand and his sight s'offuscò slightly.
" Merlin," she whispered.
He went back to look around breath taking. The window overlooking the inner courtyards of the palaces, and that sill had to have hosted a lot 'of times Sirius's butt while he smoked on the sly.
Sirius, at the time, sat on the bed, imitating with his eyes on the panoramic room.
" Did you expect otherwise?" He asked.
Remus frowned.
" do not know. I could not really make me a picture of this place. "
" There were posters and chaos everywhere, "says the animagus.
" I know very well. I lived with you for ten years, "Remus reminded him ironically.
" Whenever Kreacher was instructed to reorder, and after two hours was all the same as before," Sirius continued, thoughtfully.
" has my understanding," Remus said Accor.
Sirius smiled sideways.
" were my house-elf."
"I hope that you consume a Kelpie, Black. "
Sirius's smile became a raucous laugh, which he joined in silence, not to cover it.
" Come, there is a beak."
seemed to change everything after that laugh. Sirius all'ippogrifo introduced him and kept company for half an hour. It was funny to see how these two wild creatures seem to have become almost symbiotic, but after all, Sirius had always been good with wild animals, as with everything that was dangerous. Just missing that Buckbeak's did purr. Sirius smiled and went on to explain what each machine on the habits dell'ippogrifo, eagerly, occasionally stroking his massive back.
" ... He tried to get rid of that idiot kid Lucius! It is a wonderful animal? "
taste Remus chuckled, shaking his head.
" guess in your eyes makes him a hero," he agreed.
" You can also remove the almost , Lupin," said the other emphatically. Then he gave one final pat to the creature, who was crouched by, he rose up to regain the door.
Remus followed him again.
" How to fly on a Hippogriff," he asked curiously.
" less comfortable than on a broom. But more stable when you get used to. "
" am very suspicious. "
" So what? "
Remus slowed down, becoming serious again.
" So I do not think that would be attached to a spout that is just too much damage for one man," said, quoting his words a little earlier.
Sirius turned to look at almost hurt, her lips tightening. He bowed his eyes and shook his head. Passing his hand over his face.
" Even the beasts are wrong."
" I think I know more than you, the wild beasts."
" But it is wrong. You're wrong too, "Sirius repeated, snorting. "You should not have loved me. Neither you nor James. "
Remus refused firmly.
"It is not you that we had not to love."
Sirius shrugged as if to let go, taking the stairs to go downstairs.
" As you wish," she whispered.
" No," Remus contradicted him, firmly. "It 's a fact. You do not ... "he insisted, following him. "Okay, you made the most sensational nonsense that you can conceive it and you will always want but ..."
" But what? What else I did instead of better? Merlin, Remus, what? "
Remus stood on the step, impaled.
he had done. The violence was almost stuck in his head the idea that he deserved to be loved. Had given him a normal life for as long as it was successful. James gave to his brother who dreamed since he was two feet high. And all the rest.
She looked serious.
" I've converted back into a human being."
Sirius for a moment seemed to gasp in surprise, then smiled coldly.
" Oh yeah? For this you have to drag the past twelve years of work by den in den miserable when you're one of the most intelligent men of England? "
Remus shook his head, to hold out.
" No. That's why Voldemort has taken my whole life, that which Peter's has sold. Peter. Not you. You're just been so fucking think that you could betray. "
" you tell lots of lies! "Snapped Sirius, with excessive heat, pointing a finger at. "You were never in the fucking place to be where you said and claimed to be with this person or that person when it was never true. .. Di Non "
" Albus I had an assignment secret!" He angrily defended himself in anger.
" And I fuck do I know?" Sirius growled, and he seemed almost a moan. "You could at least tell me that, without specific ... '
" I could not! "
" I was the shit with which you lived! "
" So ; asshole pretending to be a spy! I would not have occurred to him to think such a thing even if you ... "Remus yelled, losing his temper.
" What the fuck do you know? I told you when I went to the toilet! "Roared Sirius, spring a shove.
" Oh ho ho, Sirius, surprise! You forgot to tell me that you were not the Custodian, and talk about your bowel regularity "
" Fuck, Moony! "
" But you go easy, piece of shit! "he replied to rhymes, venting a thought that's buzzing in my head for a dozen years. "You dare say that it is my fault if ..." he continued, harpoons almost dislocated his shoulder.
" No, you idiot!" Sirius barked wriggling. "I'm not saying that ... ... Godric, no ...."
He took her face in her hands, mash the palms and uttering a guttural sound incomprehensible.
" I know," Remus murmured.
He had slipped away like water off the anger. Emptied completely emptied. It was not to blame. It was the fault of all.
broken Sirius took a breath and turned, leaving his hands along the body.
" You know, tomorrow Molly Weasley. I must at least make the kitchen less disgusting. We must prepare for the Order, that is what counts. We have to ... "he began, doing to reach the room.
"Sirius No, no," he said, and laid his hand on his shoulder again, but without violence, only by holding it. He felt her tremble in his fingers. He was thin, skin and bones. "First there must really forgive."
" I have nothing to forgive," said Sirius in a low voice, turning toward him anyway.
" I, then."
Sirius took a deep breath. He still had his hand on Remus's shoulder, and lifted his imitation of his gesture.
" I'm sorry, Remus. .. Di Non "
paused again, bowing his head forward, and Remus covered the distance between them because it is resting on his sternum.
" I know," he said. "I know you did not want, and you've done your best. Everything went wrong. "
Sirius did not answer, just gently resting her arms around his chest. Remus's surrounded himself with his own shoulders.
" I'm sorry," repeated the animagus against his chest, and even though it was a sentence of a absolute banality felt vibrating between the letters all the rest, all the pain and torment, all there in those two little words meaningless. "For Godric, I'm sorry."
" I know," Remus repeated softly, bending his head to his ear. "But we had to tell me so."
plan Sirius snorted, raising his head slightly. They sat with their cheeks supported, near, each other and feel the breath against his ear, each unaware of the eyes closed, in a hug tighter.
I miss you, Remus thought, even more simply, he thought it was so strong that not even need to say it, and close to Sirius that there was a bit 'stronger said the same thing.
became softer, natural, until their arms began to dissolve almost alone and their necks are straightened. They stood face to face for a moment, still very close, looked straight at me, rediscovered. Eyes that had watched countless times, finding almost everything irises in opposite directions.
And then a faint smile hinted Sirius, Remus and the floor shook his shoulder.
" And now we're going to reassemble this Order of the Phoenix, Pad," he said resolutely.
Sirius nodded in the same way.
" The others arrive tomorrow," he announced, with a critical look at the dusty mansion. "Let's get down, Moony."
and loose, because it was time to get busy.

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More than the Order of the Phoenix itself, I its focus on its premises. I guess it is not a big problem, though. For the rest, I do not have much to say. You messed up and not likely, besides disjointed, but I turned out that way.

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Eh! That way awesome (?) Lol
So, first of that book speak? Of this: In the Land of the fallen angel . If you have not read it yet, I think its time to dive into the wonderful atmosphere of the latter: D The story is very unique and the protagonist is male rape (speaking descriptively lol)
I do not know why but every time in the book the protagonist does some research to find out, these studies fascinate me *.* in this example is cited "Garden of Eden" ; , "fallen angels" and "Nephilim"

Following the creation of the Garden of Eden,
were sent to Earth to watch over the angels of heaven on
Adam and Eve. Soon, however, some angels put their eyes on the world that was
beyond the confines of the Garden, and, attracted by
lust for power, money and even by women human
is put into his head to dominate the people of Earth. Together,
tried to convince Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, causing
the opening of the doors that were to defend the
terrestrial paradise. As punishment for the sin committed and
to be failed in their duty, God tore the wings of angels
and banished them to Earth for good. [...]

The fallen angels are the same evil spirits (or demons) that
according to the Bible, take possession of bodies of men. The fallen angels roam
for Earth in search of human bodies from
torment and control. Lead people to commit evil acts
communicating thoughts and images directly to their
mind. If a fallen angel can push a man to the
evil, can enter into his body and his personality and influence
his actions.
However, possession of a human body by a fallen angel
can only take place during the Hebrew month of Cheshvan
. Cheshvan, also known as "the bitter months"
is the only free Jewish holidays and fasts, that makes it a month
profane. Among the new moon and
full moon of Cheshvan, hordes of fallen angels have human bodies. [...]

fallen angels who have sex with a human
give rise to a progeny of superhumans called
Nephilim. That of the Nephilim is a breed evil and inhuman
that should never have to populate the Earth.
Although many consider that the purpose of the Flood in Noah's time
was to wipe out the Nephilim from Earth, we have no way of knowing whether
this breed, hybrid has been settled and if
fallen angels have continued to reproduce with humans. If, as seems logical
, continued to do so, it is likely that the race
Nephilim continue to exist on Earth.

After all, things like that make us think!
Anyway, the book takes on tenterhooks until the end, even if you can guess a few things: D
Patch is .... from rape. I have already said, it XD Oh, it's the truth! In fact I can not wait to read the sequel! I will be very impatient!

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"We are all connected in the great circle of life "it's love

Be King means more than just do what you want. Everything you see coexists with a delicate balance. As king, you must understand that balance and respect all creatures, from tiny ant the antelope jerky. We are all connected in the great circle of life.

(Mufasa )

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My first child is coming back *.* two days that I want to review the Disney classics and I'm removing this whim: D
Obviously there is to say that the classics are always masterpieces * W *

Visions:

• Monday: vision de Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin and
• Tuesday: vision de The Lion King
• Wednesday: de vision Fox and the Hound

Thursday and Friday will be decided on the spot (such as those mentioned above)

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kings and queens and heavenly

We can be the kings and queens
of anything if we believe .

Finally after two months I could see the third movie in the saga "The Chronicles of Narnia" : D
That is, a wonderful film! Believe it or not, but I prefer this to other lol That does not mean I liked them less than the first two, but it hit me in the deep (?) Will be because the end made me cry , boch! XD
The thing I regret is that the latter are no longer "go" to Narnia Susan and Peter, and even more I regret that in another film will no longer be present even ç_____ç Edmund and Lucy will be for this reason that the end made me cry especially, to think that in the distant future there are more players as the four brothers to me very depressed! Although I will continue to hope (taking into account the "IF" you decide to produce the fourth film) that could make an appearance, as the last scene in the dialogue between Lucy and Aslan mentions:

Lucy: It 's our last time here, is not it?
Aslan: You grew Yes now my dear Lucy , just like Peter and Susan.
Lucy: You will see us in our world?
Aslan: I will watch over you, always.
Lucy: How ?
Aslan: In your world I have another name. You have to learn to know me with that. And 'this is the reason that brought you to Narnia, because as He has known a bit' here to get to know a bit 'better there too.
Lucy: I'll see you again?
Aslan: Yes my dear. One day.

What do you say?
I had not read the books I can not give me an answer I know u__u were written seven books e. ..... pause.
Ok, I checked wikipedia and from what I've read the answer would be: No.
Piangooooooo ç____ç dialogue mentioned above gave me some hope, but there will be a return of the brothers, sigh.
Well, nostalgia for the old days (?) I think the trilogy will cover from head (referring only to the first three movies made so far of course). Before Peter
ç.ç and then Edmund ç.ç
Cabbage, could not stay small for a while '? Q:

Conclusion: What do you think of the icon? : D I did not make many changes, one can say that the only concern the eye of Aslan lol. I wanted to highlight the ship, and what came to my mind is part of the eye to make clearer and sharper! Come on, come evil but not C: Everything you know is going to change. [ cit. ]

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Ö good afternoon! I have no idea if
you're wondering why I put this in the title or not, but I will give the explanation too XD (thus lengthening the post u_u)
In practice I had no idea what title to put so I chose two " character "of the dream made last night by a friend of mine. I incorsivato (?) Because the word is usually a dream-we must also admit that it is only a fragment of our mental activity at night [ cit. ] - is sometimes meaningless, sometimes indefinite, it is sometimes told in 30 seconds, the MA its not like that. His dreams are of the actual film, and I swear I'm not kidding.
So here is where does the title of the post today: D I tell the dream, but would write a long post because of what I said earlier.

What else to say, today we have handed over the report cards, I must say that this is not really one of my best (forget that you carry the votes lol).

Ah, if he can interest you this evening dinner with kebab: D will be months since I eat a LOOOL

And then, at this moment I can not think of anything else UUUAAAHHH! If I find some other argument to quote, post it again (with a title even more clever: P)

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nerves ...

The title of this post of course says it all.
My nerves are going up because I can not find the lyrics of a song -.- foreign
The title is "Stay" by Josh Zandman. And 'one of the songs last episode of the series finale of Wildfire and we've already put a lot' only to find the title, but for the text there is nothing to be done. I do not find. Apart
know that the chorus reads: 'stay stay stay in while ... " I do not know anything u_u
If someone were to be in possession of the text, please contact me XD ahaha!

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junior / Ryan Sypek

Oh. My. Gosh.

If you were to pay me a home a guy like this and especially in this condition do not know if I could control myself uu

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Morning Light - Truman (translate)

Clopt Clopt (?) My stupidity is becoming more problematic u___u
So, lately I am very taken by show "Wildfire" (and I believe it is best known from the two previous posts, and obviously you do not notice my full support to the couple KJ asdasd ) and looking around the web I noticed that there is a translation of the opening song of the series! So, I propose to translate it: D
Although the series has now I do not know how many years, I propose: D

(listen the song)

Light Morning

One night sad and lonely,
sitting at home in a world of silence
not want to stay there all his life
Things have got to change, but could not explain
reaching
"Want to be here?"
Well, 're all I ever dreamed
Your stars align in three sets,


oh is right With the morning light, got your mind in sight
And I want to be there all my life
With the morning light, I
your mind in sight And I want to be there.

Some things just never change ,
sitting at home still the same feeling
Somehow I do not know that there is much more ;
Try to understand, take part in tears and holding her hand

"Want to be here?"
Well, you're all I ever dreamed
You are the stars at one point and in a group three-oh is right


With the morning light, got your mind in sight And I want to be there
All my life
With the morning light, got your mind in sight And I want to be there

Well, you're all I ever dreamed
Your stars align in three sets, is oh
-

Just in time with bomb that
I hidden - to get
that the girl admitted that has hit
less time and a whole new lower
like the earth would allow.

We thought the ground would break her fall. But now
is rising above us all -
it is now rising above us all.

Well, 're all I ever dreamed
You are the stars at one point and in a group of three


oh is right With the morning light, got your mind in sight And
I want to be there all my life
With the morning light, got your mind in sight And I want to be there

Well, 're all I ever dreamed
Your stars aligned in three sets,
oh is right .

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Kris: You're . From the beginning, you've always been.
It seems that these words are addressed to the Junior truth: D
was DESTINY she was to end this way?!

: D yes, I love this couple!

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lightning, the second stage of Climbing Wolfstar .

2. Embrace

picture (the man who is sleeping)

There is a train through England with a load of kids, and the train is a man who sleeps. Man lysis was sleeping clothes and a worn old suitcase, and inside the bag there are a few things, clothes, books, meager belongings. And underneath all this, the bottom of the suitcase, there is a rigid envelope and a little 'abused her too, and inside there is an old photo with the edges already a bit' yellowed.
In the picture there are two children's arms, sitting on a wall. Or maybe it's better to say that there are two kids in the picture, and is embracing one another, laughing still rowdy and shake your arms around as if it were particularly engaged in a brilliant attempt to crush it. The other boy leave it, has resigned expression and patient and occasionally puffing up himself, shaking his head, but his whole face is a constant attempt to repress the joy and laughter that keep shining in their eyes, arching her lips upward.
In the lower right of the photo is a doodle.
Says: Hogsmeade, May 22, 1977

" can sit still for a moment, Pad?"
James clutching a camera in hand, impatient with the expression, and tapped his foot on the ground.
" But I'm very firmly," it is justified to asked, innocently.
" You're cracking my ribs," Remus said quietly to a close a bit 'most violent of arms, stifling a laugh against her hair.
" Hear that?" Protested Sirius at James. "He complains non-stop!"
" I will not tell you why ..." Head Boy muttered, without looking away from the unit. "Well, now you stop!"
" Fermi, Moony," Sirius repeated, putting into practice these words in his own way, or pulling in an embrace that, had it not been from a similar item and therefore had not made a sincere demonstration of affection, could be scored in the category of the beating.
"You're choking ...!"
And Remus Lupin did not stop to speak, because a shove particularly emphatic Sirius made him lose his balance back, and his bottom and he slid down the wall collapsed badly, trailing even that good kind of her boyfriend, which ruined the ground landing with his elbow in the stomach and laughed like a mental patient.
" But you are not able to even sit down!" Guffawed.
" six sticky like you who ..." Remus chuckled exasperated.
" All right, there behind? "they reached the shrill voice of James, with no particular concern. "The photos I've taken, I do not know what is coming!"
" Maybe masterpiece," said Remus, pulling down.
" course. I am, one of the subjects, "Sirius said with a haughty smile.
Remus laughed softly, shaking his head.

The picture is actually not a masterpiece, but the sleeping man in the train always takes with him wherever he goes. He's always in the bag at the bottom of your bag, and even if you do not see anything, do not pick up a very long time, knows the image and points out its contents as if they were etched on his retinas. In the pictures there are two kids, and is embracing one another.
Or maybe it's better to say that in the picture there are two kids, and they embraced.

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kris kris & junior & junior shares

Junior: Can not sleep? Me neither. I sit down?
Kris: It if you shut up.
Junior: What look?
Kris: what you want.
Junior: This afternoon, when you talked about your mother and her lovers, you said that was not a secret but it was not. I know you're annoyed.
Kris: You psychologist now?
Junior: No.
Kris: What do you know?
Junior: I know ... and you know why? Because I'm watching you, I do not know what pushes me to do so. But every time you turn your head every time you get to laugh when raises the cup to drink coffee. When your mouth widens into a smile that goes from ear to ear. I do not merely watch. I observe, and today I watched as he told those things, I know you hurt. It 's your secret, do not tell anyone.
Kris: And what is your?
Junior: Is not it obvious? Really, I see you.
Kris: Maybe, but here we are alone in the dark, your eyes may deceive you.

(The First Kiss ~)

Kates Playground Hard Core

trauma ...

am officially scared for the final exams! Only "now" (from the outside material, which occurred two days ago) I understand the gravity of the situation, literally under me I'm doing. Why? Simple. external matter: Social sciences, mathematics and philosophy. analyze my "fear" subject by subject:
• the first one: Social Sciences. Why am I afraid? For the simple fact that the new "teacher" does not explain . Yes, you read that right -.- After 4 years they decided to teacher change us (with whom I was 8 report card), with a woman who can not do anything for her work: she has a teaching method wrong, if not wrong to (just do not know enough to know arrival even if the adequacy this first quarter, and this is very serious considering the fact that you need to 6 in all school subjects to be eligible for the uu)
• the second one: Mathematics. Here I must say that the opposite occurred. After three years with a teacher who taught his subject with the most aggressive, I found myself to have an exquisite teacher, an excellent teaching method ! I went from a 7 to 8 report card pulled in more than plenty! My "fear" where are you? Just that it is external and therefore there will be a little help in case of difficulty (at least to the oral). •
the last one: Philosophy. Even here the case is similar to the above: a professor with a good teaching method, just a little 'out of my mind (as all the teachers of the subject, I think). Rained the 8 this year (compared to last that I could have pulled a 6), but I think philosophy is a subjective matter, in the sense that every graduate of philosophy has a different way to learn and to explain the matter (for example, the professor I had last year was the dwarf from the samples using chalk -.-), then "fear" is precisely this: What do we do if it happens outside a commissioner "asshole"? I think I could shoot ç______ç
Good and evil, between those three the one that scares me the least is math, because in the end things or you do or do not know, but the other two do not know just like fall, really. Above all, philosophy is a subject that I know just the studio, but then what? And 'as if it is crushed Invisible the button of my brain that says RESET and I forget everything. I'm really in crisis T ^ T I'll try to give my maximum in the second quarter to be able to overcome this maturity! Anyway, I will also miss the "fear" off, otherwise you could not really live longer because of the trauma .
Since you are still on the subject, I mention in my essay! I am proud of the topic: D I first opted for the award (subject interesting), but then the last, when I asked for an opinion to my professor of law, did not convince me that much. I spent, in fact, yesterday afternoon to look up some "exciting" and I found one that satisfies me ^ ^ you know the topic until late maturity, I do not want to say for the moment XD in fact, do just a Directive: theme is centered on a movie! STOP though: P
And I know people are missing exactly four months and 20 days after the trauma itself ç____ç Cause I'm already thinking?! I have to live peaceful so far. Sisisisisi, I can do it!

See ya soon,
With love ♥ ~ ~ Sonny

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Cold

Sssalve!
Ok, then, well ... first of all this stuff here is written for the Climbing Wolfstar of wolfstar_ita first level of challenge, that heaven send me good. Step two no, they are no longer used to handle 'people and the result is what it is.
Step three, this one is a pre-slash fanfic. I do not know if you can imagine, for me that I am sick of them is very evident and obvious, but I'd understand any concerns.
Step four, I apologize to the purists but I image that Sirius eleven Trulli happy and really wants to be wanting to go to Gryffindor and hate so that all your loved ones I can not conceive. It is my limit, just be patient. In my mind his arrival in the House "wrong" must have been a traumatic experience and also pretty scary.
Step five, do not know if the scarf in question is enough in this fanfic, but, here, as its appearance is very short I consider the subject of this poignant story, certainly its right to exist.
Step Six ... is not there. Finite points.
I leave the word to the words ....

1. Scarf

COLD

Everything was still and so quiet that could almost feel the breath of dust. From the closed window glass
penetrated just a halo of light, glare of the setting sun, which was reflected on the surface of two old desks and walls brightened slightly old, apparently asleep under the weight of time. If it was not one of them, would never have guessed that a few floors down, down the stairs, a tumultuous crowd of students huddled in the corridors, towards the Great Hall or in the vicinity of the library. Up there in that old classroom into disuse, it was all so silent that it seemed to be millions of miles away from any human being.
But even the silence of lead served to calm him down. In fact, Remus was still wince at the slightest noise and every creak of that old castle, as sensed in the slightest creak of old cabinets a sign of some presence.
And were not worrying about ghosts, but humans.
Some of them could find it. Of course, the castle of Hogwarts was huge, and in that maze of twisted corridors and behind closed doors would be undertaking a long hunt that would not be discovered, but his anxiety was such that he expected to see them there for a break moment.
James, his forehead wrinkled and his eyes blazing with anger, the lips angrily and the expression lasts, something so little suited to him, so different from the usual boy cheerful and outgoing. James just stared at him narrowing his eyes on the eyes with a grimace on his face dotted vitriolic. Peter
not. Peter would not even come. Remus was sure I instantly lost all ties with him at the same time that James had said the word werewolf, he understood the horror on his face.
And Sirius. Gray eyes wide open, exaggerated disbelief. A lip trembling, his face still paler, the leg that instinctively snapped back with a spontaneous motion of denial.
had been seeing that foot back splash, followed by the chest and the entire body of his friend with an urgency imploding, that Remus had heard that you broke something in the stomach. If he had thrown a punch or even a bill, if she screamed, he had pushed, perhaps insulted, would have been better. Instead Sirius had not said or done anything, it was limited only to retract.
Remus had not been able to bear to see or hear anything else. He tried not to look at anything, even the walls of that dorm, that for over a year now felt like home, had focused his eyes on his feet and walked out the door, not too slowly as not to seem hesitant, not fast enough to understand that he was fleeing.
No one had held, but as she walked away, trying desperately to prevent the darkening of his eyes even more, he thought he heard the voice of James rise in volume, on, and perhaps - perhaps - to Sirius that overlap with its feverish.
But they were muffled sounds that reached him from a distance incalculable as he tried to walk normally, to maintain a natural expression in front of other students in the common room when he felt crumble in hand. Only after exceeded the Fat Lady had increased the pace more and more, without even looking after where he went, still only walk fast and faster still, almost running up the stairs and along corridors with the bouncing against heart his chest and hands, legs, even back trembling.
He had stopped when the silence had become so absolute that his galloping footsteps echoing like an explosion. He was leaning against a door with broken breath after such a long race, opened it and passed chiudendosela the shoulders and had slid to the ground, rocked by a series of silent sobbing without tears, dry sobs that were sore throat and lungs.
was all over.
Right now that is believed to have found true friends, now that he had just begun to enter the order of ideas, after all, though there is a monster was no longer alone, now that he allowed himself the luxury and the weakness of affection for someone despite what was his secret was revealed and it was all over. A barely started, already destroyed.
James's anger, the chill of Sirius, the look of frightened Peter. He did not know precisely what such
done without them. Worse, he did not know how he could endure their hatred.
was there for hours now. He could not even to conceive the idea of going back, to face their contempt and ill will that cash certainly expected soon set foot in the dorm. Perhaps they had even said to Frank. Maybe he had spoken to the whole house and as soon as he had returned to Gryffindor Tower would find them all there, to scrutinize it with hate. The image as a human wall of hostility, a wall of the arms and chest and pushed him away in the midst of which stood the lips drawn by James and Sirius eyed.
And the eyes of Sirius.
His whole person is pulled back, as if the mere idea of it around, to breathe his own air, was unacceptable.
might have been expelled; Dumbledore had been so recommended to keep the secret, to welcome him to Hogwarts. And now that the truth had come into the open, even if he had not wanted, maybe it would have been forced to leave.
Just as well, in a sense: he could never stay there and be hated by everyone. But he had long wanted to become a magician, he had desired so immensely ...
felt the pinch last corner of the eyes: tears. At the end had come too, and he suspected that for quite a while were the only ones who wanted his company. Still crouched in the same position when he arrived there, from what seemed centuries, he buried his face in his arms and wept in silence, with an anguish that twisted his stomach and it hurt, badly.
He let out for a few minutes, strong, to burst, and when the wind began to fail him gulped down the whole black bolo still gnawing on his chest and, violent as it had been until then the need for do not go out of that room, felt the sudden urge to get out, to breathe fresh air, feel the cold on my face and hope that they lighten anything. For
guess lacked at least one hour before the doors Castle closed for the evening, an hour when you could still remain along the lake, but doubted that there were many students out there: the winter was not yet finished and it was cold soon.
But it would come out the same. The coat did not, and did not even have the slightest intention of going to take it in dorms, knowing full well what awaited him there. But it would come out the same, and patience for the cold was much worse feelings with which to compare, at the time.


There were all the things in his head. The hybrid
. When she was little her father had they explained. In truth, had they explained all the family a lot of times.
Monsters. Scum. Lower. Beasts. Infected. Rot. Shame of the company. Outcasts. Assassins. Inhuman beings.
Werewolves have no soul. Their greatest joy is seeing the blood flow . The voice of his mother.
taste test to infect and corrupt the people as well . Bellatrix, her evil smile.
hurt the air in the throat. It was perfectly horrible.
"... Have not been able to tell us! Just us! "James roared out of every grace. "... Are you okay?"
seems to forget for a few seconds, the focal point of the conversation and extended a hand towards him, as if to support him, but instead stayed in the air looking question.
Sirius nodded frantically. He was afraid of being about to cry. They talked for too long and it tarnishes the view.
"Do you think we have to say to McGonagall?" Peter squeaked anxiously, then twisting his lips between his teeth.
"Do not be stupid!" The shooting James eyes wide. "I do not do it, the light! We need to talk directly with Remus! "And now, with that statement fair, seemed to regain control of himself. Sirius nodded
again. course, as the idea of talking with Remus, or just view it from afar, at that time by tapping a few other things as being scary, it was undisputed that they were going to blurt out something like that to someone else.
"But then ..." Peter continued wailing, seeming more and more agitated.
"I'll tell you what we do now will go out and look for him and say four. I want to see what explanation for letting us bring out hidden, "interrupted James bold, squaring his shoulders with instinctive boldness.
not seem to be lycanthropy to bother him much. It was the other thing, the deceit, the truth of which they were kept in the dark for so long and that instead they had merit, because they, in Remus, had not hidden secrets ever. Sirius was able to swallow and then, for a change, nodded again, glad that someone had taken the reins of the situation. He tended to like, to the head, but at that moment was not even able to find the way to the bathroom.
"Right," he murmured feebly, before turning to the threshold. She took two steps, then his stomach pressed relentlessly. It was almost certain to throw up on your feet and covered his mouth with his hand to hold the effort.
"You're sure you're okay?" James insisted, was skeptical.
Sirius swallowed something sour.
"Yes," he murmured, trying to feel strong and in control of himself. He was thirteen years and a fucking afraid of what he did not know well. "I'm going ... I have to walk. "
James frowned.
"Walking," he repeated slowly, puzzled. "But Remus ..."
"Then," murmured Sirius, and had to look so worn out that his best friend did not dare argue. He does not even offered to accompany him, in fact, quite strange, having perhaps sensed his mood.
He needed a break because he had so many different voices in the head and had to come to an agreement or shut him up, before his poor skull exploded.


She recognized him from a distance, nestled on the banks of the lake, even though it was turned back, even if wearing a coat identical to that of all other students of the school and her hair was raven like dozens of others. She recognized him by the shoulders, and the position Sirius had, the one that always took when it closes on itself and he was nestled on his chest, almost twisting around that uneasiness of degenerate son who was not able to throw out bluntly but, at other times, doing bully.
She thought to run away, run away before the other to notice him. Absolutely had to leave as quickly as possible instead of his legs and flung him forward, and forward again, because you see, I know, I've realized that you're not so different from me, you're too out of place, and then I want to say one thing and that maybe there is nothing wrong, is not your fault and not my fault, it's just that we are wrong for something that does not depend on us, you respect your world and I respect all that, and it was also difficult to become friends because we are so different that If it were not for James we would have never spoken to, and even now sometimes I'll break your head against the wall or you would anathema to the way you are a troublemaker and you to me as I am right, and probably will , always, but look, come on, sometimes we get along and it's just beautiful, it's like being in the right place and close everything out the door. I'm not bad.
He stopped a few meters and did not open his mouth. Of those words that slammed into his head that would not have any, because he was wrong, he was the monster, and even if it could not talk because of a sudden he felt empty, drained by uncertainty and fear the reaction of Sirius, emptied while Sirius, noticing a presence, he turned back and recognized him, emptied his start, drained from his eyes a bit 'uneasy, a little' hurt and a little 'aggressive, emptied of everything. He remained there only to be stopped and was watching one of the toughest and most courageous things he had done until then, still standing there in front of Sirius that maybe now she hated him.
silent still.
Sirius returned to turn his head, bringing the look on the surface just rippled the lake. Remus felt petrified by that reaction that, among all, he had calculated and had no idea how to interpret. It was not very easy, with Sirius, under any circumstances. A little 'because it was done all in its own way and displace all knew at any moment, a little' because there were sharp, between them, which sometimes seemed sharp. Every now and then to Remus was still doubt whether the Pureblood tolerate it only to please James, because were very much different from each other, apparently. But then he shook his head and s'intimava planting, because Sirius in his own way was a friend and showed in a thousand small, queer ways.
But this time was different. He did not know what to do and still remained immobile, planted on that field with the setting sun and Sirius stared at the water.
For a time almost infinite.
Sirius breathed more deeply for a couple of times, with eyes half shut. There was silence, and did it well.
Sometimes, when the anxiety went up in the throat when he thought of his mother, when the confusion seemed to be eating and anxiety attacking the head no particular reason except the uncertainty about what his place was at Sirius liked being with Remus. Not even James. He would lie down in a corner with all that his thoughts and his friend who was studying nearby and did not open his mouth, in a perfect silence, without saying anything, without having to prove anything to anyone, but without ever being alone. He would have been enough to reach out and Remus was there.
And there was also at that time. He had stopped to watch and stared at his feet, finding it increasingly difficult not to leave.
"Like this .." And Remus was startled, taken aback by the voice uncertain, but not aggressive, Sirius. "You're a ..."
"Werewolf. Yes, "Remus confirmed with a significant effort to speak, ending the sentence that the other had left in half.
Sirius nodded to himself, without moving his eyes.
"And you turn into a ..." Another question, or statement, half-dead.
"Wolf. Absolutely.
Sirius nodded his head again, lost in thought. His forehead wrinkled and seemed to be immersed in some reflection of his own.
"And you ..?"
Remus leaned his head slightly forward, this time without being able to understand what he meant.
"... Dangerous?" Sirius decided to conclude, finally turning to face him.
as Remus stood transfixed. They were not hostile eyes, and even scared, but not friendly. Eyes were serious, demanding transparency.
He shrugged.
"I can be, when I become a wolf. This is why Dumbledore ... "
'Most ... big?" Sirius interrupted him without
badargli, leaving him once again displaced.
"How?"
"Your wolf. You bigger than you, right? "
The question sounds rhetorical, and Remus could only confirm it as such.
"Obviously." He spread his arms slightly, as a mo 'test, and exhibited his slender little figure, drowned in the school uniform. "I mean, you think I'm dangerous, so?" He added, was skeptical.
Sirius bowed his head slightly, while his lips were badly stuck up first and then relax into something like that, vaguely, like a smile.
"No," he muttered to low voice. "You're not." Remus moved
shooting his eyes from his chest to his face. He did not answer anything.
Sirius exhaled noisily, puckering her forehead, and looked in the distance to the other side of the lake.
"We had to say it."
"I know," said Remus automatically. "I had ..."
was he not finish the sentence, then, but not Sirius came to his aid. He stood frowning to look away, twisting her lip between her teeth, and Remus took a breath.
"I thought I would have hated."
"I thought we were friends."
There was nothing technically wrong with either of the two statements, but also a gulf separated them. Remus shook a little 'arms around. Starting to get cold, he had no coat.
"And we are," he whispered, perhaps a bit 'too hopeful.
"James if the outlet is dead. And if you ask me, too. "
" Of course I want to know. "
was not as hard as he thought as he closed in that room. It was terrible, somehow, but not difficult in the narrow sense, now that it had begun.
Sirius shook his head so emphatically that he wanted to look like cast away anything.
He must not stop talking.
"I know now it seems that I do not trust you. But is not that simple. No one wants to deal with a werewolf, the ... you know it. "
" But we are your friends. "
flawless, faultless, a response that left no room for too many excuses.
"I'm not able to ever have. When I found, I do so ... "He left
again drop the words in the air, because at that point Sirius stood up and moved toward him, and Remus could do nothing but keep quiet without moving a muscle. She looked at him with some concern - kicks, punches and a few nice little spells were already in the repertoire of Sirius from the previous year, after all - and then looked at him without understanding even while the Pureblood, slowly, she began to unroll neck scarf rossodorata the house of Gryffindor, with one hand, gracefully, so he found himself in following the action with hardly breathe. And his breath choked in my throat when Sirius finally, without a breath, leaned that same scarf on his shoulder and gave her a quick tour around his neck.
"It's cold," then muttered, embarrassed.
Remus threw down his breath as he could. His hand went up almost by itself to make a piece of the cloth, as if to verify that it was true. The hatched between the fingers, it seemed softer than any other scarf.
"Thanks," he breathed.
The other nodded, shrugging his shoulders.
"I thought I too, at first," he admitted softly, twisting his nose.
"Eh?"
But Sirius did not answer most, drowning his hands deep in the mantle. Remus continued to tighten the scarf and looking at him speechless, and even if he did not know it was extraordinary that a simple action so minimal and trivial as what the other had just done, give it a scarf, was able to give him a light so ; incredible, to change all the colors of the world. Only Sirius could do it.
He wanted to hug him or say something, but wisely confined himself to continue to tighten the scarf.
Sirius shifted his gaze to the Castle.
"You better fall, James, then you should still shit. "
There was another music in her voice now, that Remus was a more familiar: a slight sparkle, impertinent.
including nodded, seeming to take this matter very seriously.
"There will be terrible if I do not get in a hurry, then."
Sirius bent his head slightly down, with a slight hint of laughter. Then he shook his head and rested her hand on his shoulder to push it forward, towards the entrance of the school. He held it there just a second longer than necessary, then plunged back into the mantle. Remus Caracalla forward, burying his nose in a scarf.
went back to Hogwarts side by side without speaking.

Abiotic Factors In A Shark's Habitat

Carmelo Bene - Nostra Signora dei Turchi (quotes)

"There were not sent letters. Urgent questions that
really did not deserve the humiliation of an answer, words in prayer
the ingratitude of a final remedy would have destroyed. There must be an unpublished
those in need as easy to run out, so
negligible, never reciprocated, even by the love of his love, which had reopened two
thoughts or want closed in a single force, saying
"I come without my, or my stay here."


"Our love will be the color of the smoke clear, craft, protected from inaccuracies of art.
Florence was never a maritime republic. That's it. "

Brent Corrigan En Brent Everett

The Climbing Wolfstar

E (re) start wrong with an initiative to add two to three who have been there for a couple of years. This is the challenge thrown up wolfstar_ita ie Climbing Wolfstar . In short, I write fanfic about fifteen Sirius and Remus, possibly in less than two years time. Also because otherwise lost.

The Climbing is provided this practice table

01.	Scarf	02.	Embrace	03.	Order of the Phoenix	04.	Level 4	05.	Level 5
06.	Level 6	07.	Level 7	08.	Level 8	09.	Level 9	10.	Level 10
11.	Level 11	12.	Level 12	13.	Level 13	14.	Level 14	15.	Level 15

New Member To The Church Letter

Sometimes ... The angle I come back

Mamma mia.

I seem ten years since I got here. Well, that's a bad bad manga and frenetic existence they took me away far away for a long time, but now I'm about ten days I'm looking for some Sirius' on every page I open and I'm scribbling something EVEN Wolfstar vaguely. Taken me, in short, abstinence delayed but extremely violent.

And then I discovered this the other day community and I decided that it is a sign from heaven or Merlin or I do not know whom. So now, I call on all the things I have to write like two years.

And so on.