math ..
my fear test. * G * So ... mh, so how should I say so ... But I did it! * Breaks out into singing and dancing around the table * Mh, and mine 100%. * Ducks * I is not wars ...
The note would be even nicer if they would take in the assessment for the study with, they do not because is so basic studies. * Grumble *
Friday, March 23, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
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Highlander: Duncan / Methos (R) - # 010 "years"
Title: years
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daeny
Fandom: Highlander
characters: Duncan MacLeod, Methos
topic: # 010 - Annual
Word Count: 1886
Rating: G
Author's note: Duncan seems tired of life ...
Disclaimer: Nix mine.
"If you go to so long a life as my pass look back the years we have lived through so quickly. The memories fade and the power of what you have created, be reduced simply by the sheer number of things could be able to share it.
of me I can not say just to be able to look back on a successful life. I was neither a scientist nor have I changed the world. Actually, I was always the spectator who stands idly on the sidelines and has watched the ball at the back and forth. At one time, I would laconically refer to as my youth, I was full of energy, but this time not one of my most brilliant and now I remember only reluctantly.
You have the memories of that time conjured up years ago again, I've forced to hold on to my past and revitalize. But really I just wanted to forget. Did the pain buried and me and hide behind flappsigen particularly ambiguous remarks. But you, my brother, have left me no choice and for that you had to pay with his life. I am sorry for the first time in my life, what have I done with it. You deserve it. I told you I did not want that I had changed, but that did not interest you. If you had listened to me for a moment, you'd understand, but for you had only your plan, the revenge on the man or whatever you mean wanted to object. I understood you then Bordaux in anyway more. Before, I might have done, but as I said, I had changed.
And then as always, if I were a woman, I would probably dub him as my savior dazzling, but unfortunately the reality is a little different and my anatomy tells me not just as a delicate sex. You have indeed proved to be my proverbial life in many ways, but I had to move slowly up to where I wanted you, otherwise you would have maybe ... No, these thoughts I would not want to pursue, you have intervened, have freed me from my brothers, and thus It was actually enough.
We could have come apart, bitter on the other, not understanding what had happened to us, but I could not let go, and you may not.
one point I was with you again, am turned up unannounced on your couch and have you annoyed with my wisdom, it has disturbed you never, never have you kicked me out. Or mentioned these days in Bordaux. Between us so many things had happened which would have to be different, just as I thought, we would get closer, would forge something like a thin ribbon of friendship, we removed ourselves from each other again.
And now? Years after those fateful events we have it processed still not likely, we never talked about it again, but I know that if you look at me and your eye is a little harder and the threat that you would like to question me then, but you do not simple. I do not know if I should be grateful to you, or if I would like to reveal myself to you. I would never voluntarily take the floor and raise this event but it was short of our common past. Maybe I would tell you my reasons if you would harass me, but not like that. I've never been the talkative type. "
Methos stared spellbound in his whiskey glass and threw the remaining piece brown liquid down. The glass he was down with a loud noise outside on the table. Duncan sat next to him on a chair, had to back down on him and looked at Methos again with this view. The elder had given up a long time to return that gaze, he simply ignored him. If Duncan had to say something he should do it verbally and not hope that he spoke of himself. But fears
Entegen Methos, Duncan would break down again because of the events in Bordaux head concerned, the Highlander of a difference. "How do you manage that? To survive all these years and still so young to give an impression?"
Methos staring pensively into his glass and had all of a sudden cough, when his sense of Duncan's question was aware of it. Something like the Scots but had never been employed, let alone that he had asked. For him it has always been a fact that he simply continued to exist, without thought. When Methos had been strengthened, he threw Duncan a thoughtful look. This returned the look without shame, turned away and not even blinked, his penetrating gaze Methos went through and through. Finally, he took the first step and a groan arose from his chair, which resembled more of a wooden chair and Methos had it with an unprecedented precision managed to manovrieren in such an elegant item that you got the impression that he was sitting comfortably. But the sounds he held now when standing up, punished his casual attitude lies.
Duncan watched him amused, but did not see a smile. His question was quite serious about it and he was afraid they would dismiss Methos flappsig if he was smiling now. His only impulse was to rise also and follow Methos, when this is adopted by Joe and aimed for the door.
Joe watched the two immortals, thoughtful and polished, lost in thought on his glass. Duncan had stagnated recently peaceful than ever, the Highlanders seemed the bite missing. Although Joe believed that Duncan had Richie's death and wounded since Ahriman finally was in oblivion, he seemed to relax a bit, but he sprayed yet no longer youthful. Duncan had lost his opinion, the bite, a bite, the Methos whether its thousand years of experience still had. The oldest never seemed to be feeling quite a change - be it in technology or world events in general - to adjust. Again and again he threw himself once again in events that fit in like a chameleon and was even with the latest inventions, no problems. The Highlander, however was at war with technology. First leztens had seen Joe can, as Methos had joined enthusiastically his laptop to the Internet, however, Duncan had for these "gadgets" no patience. Joe hopes desperately that this would not be the downfall of the Scots, for his lack of ability to adapt quickly enough to adapt to changing situations, it could eventually become dangerous. Perhaps it would help solve this little problem with Methos. Joe hoped fervently, as he looked after the two.
The cold air slowly dissolved the fog that had settled around his thoughts, and of Scotch whiskey came from. Only with difficulty to get them in the already prevailing darkness the way found in the park. Methos wanted to be deposited, wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet to think can. It seemed that Duncan wanted a radical response, a response that would help him to enjoy again alive. The Highlander had in recent months just lost the rhythm, fighting that had previously kept him alive, seemed to tire him now. Methos knew these phases, she had often been through enough. Eventually they asked themselves what meaning his life had left, but if you only fought to survive and the "What?" simply could not answer.
Methos slowly followed a rocky path, searching for an answer for Duncan, but he was fully aware that the Highlander would not be satisfied with his answer, because it would change nothing in it. He had to reach an answer. He still felt the presence of the Highlanders, as he followed him, slowly and deliberately set his steps in the gravel, while leaving low noise. But it was not what spührte Methos, he felt ever since Bordaux Duncan's presence, a slight tingling sensation that ran through his veins, pulsing in him and left feeling that he could not place. Methos laughed softly, oh yes, he was able to classify these feelings and he was old enough to recognize them. But this time everything was otherwise, the man who walked beside him was important to him, important than any other previous time in his life. He did not lose him, but in recent months, he felt Duncan slipped from him slowly and steadily.
If he simply gave his impulses, he would give the Highlander either to life or ... . Scare The chances were 50-50 and the risk was so just too high. So he decided to take no risk and instead to seek a workable answer. But what if the Highlander would react to him, even if just that what he feared most, was exactly what the Highlander was longing? Whether he knew what he was provoked into Methos as this feeling? Methos sighed heavily and decided finally to a perhaps not entirely useless answer.
"I can not get Duncan to live. The life of the most difficult by far the task in this universe and if I ever meet the creature that had the matter came up with immortality, I would kill probably. But we can not not change our lives. " A faint sigh broke away from his belly and gently slipped from his throat. "But it's the people that can live on me. People like you and Joe, give me every day the strength to respond to new challenges."
Methos had stopped at his first words sought and now in the pale light of the lantern Duncan view, this also sought his tacit agreement and joined in with his eyes, it drew new courage.
"Do not think about how old you are or how much you've been through, but just try to start every day, always one at a time." Methos Duncan approached him and laid his hand on his shoulder felt by the white cotton jacket of Duncan's strong muscles and toned body. "I've never looked back, only forward. That's all I can tell you more unfortunately, my friend." He expressed encouraging Duncan shoulders and then turned off at last.
The Highlander nodded, a similar response, he had almost expected, and now that he had heard from Methos mouth, she seemed not to meet him particularly, gave him no new ideas. However, he was the eldest, was grateful for the honesty, which had been in his words.
"I'll try," he murmured finally, softly.
Methos smiled. "Do not try to do it, Duncan. As much as you do also because Richie and all the others grieve, look appropriate to the front, again and again. Mourn and remember, you are strong enough for the next few centuries." Duncan nodded, knowing that he would try and hold on to Methos and Joe had. They were really important to him and for them he would try.
"Okay," he replied, smiling gently. Slowly a feeling of warmth spread inside him, and despite the autumn cold, he enjoyed it to run through the night with Methos Park, just like that, without much thought to the future or the past to waste. And somehow he had the feeling that they were again approached. How different from Bordaux and yet a little.
(4 / 100 )
Title: years
Author:
daeny Fandom: Highlander
characters: Duncan MacLeod, Methos
topic: # 010 - Annual
Word Count: 1886
Rating: G
Author's note: Duncan seems tired of life ...
Disclaimer: Nix mine.
oO8Oo ..::: :::..
"If you go to so long a life as my pass look back the years we have lived through so quickly. The memories fade and the power of what you have created, be reduced simply by the sheer number of things could be able to share it.
of me I can not say just to be able to look back on a successful life. I was neither a scientist nor have I changed the world. Actually, I was always the spectator who stands idly on the sidelines and has watched the ball at the back and forth. At one time, I would laconically refer to as my youth, I was full of energy, but this time not one of my most brilliant and now I remember only reluctantly.
You have the memories of that time conjured up years ago again, I've forced to hold on to my past and revitalize. But really I just wanted to forget. Did the pain buried and me and hide behind flappsigen particularly ambiguous remarks. But you, my brother, have left me no choice and for that you had to pay with his life. I am sorry for the first time in my life, what have I done with it. You deserve it. I told you I did not want that I had changed, but that did not interest you. If you had listened to me for a moment, you'd understand, but for you had only your plan, the revenge on the man or whatever you mean wanted to object. I understood you then Bordaux in anyway more. Before, I might have done, but as I said, I had changed.
And then as always, if I were a woman, I would probably dub him as my savior dazzling, but unfortunately the reality is a little different and my anatomy tells me not just as a delicate sex. You have indeed proved to be my proverbial life in many ways, but I had to move slowly up to where I wanted you, otherwise you would have maybe ... No, these thoughts I would not want to pursue, you have intervened, have freed me from my brothers, and thus It was actually enough.
We could have come apart, bitter on the other, not understanding what had happened to us, but I could not let go, and you may not.
one point I was with you again, am turned up unannounced on your couch and have you annoyed with my wisdom, it has disturbed you never, never have you kicked me out. Or mentioned these days in Bordaux. Between us so many things had happened which would have to be different, just as I thought, we would get closer, would forge something like a thin ribbon of friendship, we removed ourselves from each other again.
And now? Years after those fateful events we have it processed still not likely, we never talked about it again, but I know that if you look at me and your eye is a little harder and the threat that you would like to question me then, but you do not simple. I do not know if I should be grateful to you, or if I would like to reveal myself to you. I would never voluntarily take the floor and raise this event but it was short of our common past. Maybe I would tell you my reasons if you would harass me, but not like that. I've never been the talkative type. "
Methos stared spellbound in his whiskey glass and threw the remaining piece brown liquid down. The glass he was down with a loud noise outside on the table. Duncan sat next to him on a chair, had to back down on him and looked at Methos again with this view. The elder had given up a long time to return that gaze, he simply ignored him. If Duncan had to say something he should do it verbally and not hope that he spoke of himself. But fears
Entegen Methos, Duncan would break down again because of the events in Bordaux head concerned, the Highlander of a difference. "How do you manage that? To survive all these years and still so young to give an impression?"
Methos staring pensively into his glass and had all of a sudden cough, when his sense of Duncan's question was aware of it. Something like the Scots but had never been employed, let alone that he had asked. For him it has always been a fact that he simply continued to exist, without thought. When Methos had been strengthened, he threw Duncan a thoughtful look. This returned the look without shame, turned away and not even blinked, his penetrating gaze Methos went through and through. Finally, he took the first step and a groan arose from his chair, which resembled more of a wooden chair and Methos had it with an unprecedented precision managed to manovrieren in such an elegant item that you got the impression that he was sitting comfortably. But the sounds he held now when standing up, punished his casual attitude lies.
Duncan watched him amused, but did not see a smile. His question was quite serious about it and he was afraid they would dismiss Methos flappsig if he was smiling now. His only impulse was to rise also and follow Methos, when this is adopted by Joe and aimed for the door.
Joe watched the two immortals, thoughtful and polished, lost in thought on his glass. Duncan had stagnated recently peaceful than ever, the Highlanders seemed the bite missing. Although Joe believed that Duncan had Richie's death and wounded since Ahriman finally was in oblivion, he seemed to relax a bit, but he sprayed yet no longer youthful. Duncan had lost his opinion, the bite, a bite, the Methos whether its thousand years of experience still had. The oldest never seemed to be feeling quite a change - be it in technology or world events in general - to adjust. Again and again he threw himself once again in events that fit in like a chameleon and was even with the latest inventions, no problems. The Highlander, however was at war with technology. First leztens had seen Joe can, as Methos had joined enthusiastically his laptop to the Internet, however, Duncan had for these "gadgets" no patience. Joe hopes desperately that this would not be the downfall of the Scots, for his lack of ability to adapt quickly enough to adapt to changing situations, it could eventually become dangerous. Perhaps it would help solve this little problem with Methos. Joe hoped fervently, as he looked after the two.
The cold air slowly dissolved the fog that had settled around his thoughts, and of Scotch whiskey came from. Only with difficulty to get them in the already prevailing darkness the way found in the park. Methos wanted to be deposited, wanted to enjoy the peace and quiet to think can. It seemed that Duncan wanted a radical response, a response that would help him to enjoy again alive. The Highlander had in recent months just lost the rhythm, fighting that had previously kept him alive, seemed to tire him now. Methos knew these phases, she had often been through enough. Eventually they asked themselves what meaning his life had left, but if you only fought to survive and the "What?" simply could not answer.
Methos slowly followed a rocky path, searching for an answer for Duncan, but he was fully aware that the Highlander would not be satisfied with his answer, because it would change nothing in it. He had to reach an answer. He still felt the presence of the Highlanders, as he followed him, slowly and deliberately set his steps in the gravel, while leaving low noise. But it was not what spührte Methos, he felt ever since Bordaux Duncan's presence, a slight tingling sensation that ran through his veins, pulsing in him and left feeling that he could not place. Methos laughed softly, oh yes, he was able to classify these feelings and he was old enough to recognize them. But this time everything was otherwise, the man who walked beside him was important to him, important than any other previous time in his life. He did not lose him, but in recent months, he felt Duncan slipped from him slowly and steadily.
If he simply gave his impulses, he would give the Highlander either to life or ... . Scare The chances were 50-50 and the risk was so just too high. So he decided to take no risk and instead to seek a workable answer. But what if the Highlander would react to him, even if just that what he feared most, was exactly what the Highlander was longing? Whether he knew what he was provoked into Methos as this feeling? Methos sighed heavily and decided finally to a perhaps not entirely useless answer.
"I can not get Duncan to live. The life of the most difficult by far the task in this universe and if I ever meet the creature that had the matter came up with immortality, I would kill probably. But we can not not change our lives. " A faint sigh broke away from his belly and gently slipped from his throat. "But it's the people that can live on me. People like you and Joe, give me every day the strength to respond to new challenges."
Methos had stopped at his first words sought and now in the pale light of the lantern Duncan view, this also sought his tacit agreement and joined in with his eyes, it drew new courage.
"Do not think about how old you are or how much you've been through, but just try to start every day, always one at a time." Methos Duncan approached him and laid his hand on his shoulder felt by the white cotton jacket of Duncan's strong muscles and toned body. "I've never looked back, only forward. That's all I can tell you more unfortunately, my friend." He expressed encouraging Duncan shoulders and then turned off at last.
The Highlander nodded, a similar response, he had almost expected, and now that he had heard from Methos mouth, she seemed not to meet him particularly, gave him no new ideas. However, he was the eldest, was grateful for the honesty, which had been in his words.
"I'll try," he murmured finally, softly.
Methos smiled. "Do not try to do it, Duncan. As much as you do also because Richie and all the others grieve, look appropriate to the front, again and again. Mourn and remember, you are strong enough for the next few centuries." Duncan nodded, knowing that he would try and hold on to Methos and Joe had. They were really important to him and for them he would try.
"Okay," he replied, smiling gently. Slowly a feeling of warmth spread inside him, and despite the autumn cold, he enjoyed it to run through the night with Methos Park, just like that, without much thought to the future or the past to waste. And somehow he had the feeling that they were again approached. How different from Bordaux and yet a little.
-end
(4 / 100 )
Friday, March 9, 2007
Masterbation Games Online
Meme: Seen at kruemelnikku
YOUR GANGSTA NAME (first 4 letters of real name plus izzle):
Kathzzle YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(fav color and fav animal):
Red Cat
YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, and childhood street):
Kathi Feldstraße (hat keinen "middle name")
YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name):
Zeukaste
YOUR SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):
Blue Liqueur
YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mums maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):
Auttsnh
YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (grandmother / grandfather 's first name):
Anna Georg Ferdinand
YOUR GOTH NAME (black, and the name of one your pets):
Black Lili
YOUR PORN STAR NAME (One of your pets names, and a street you've lived on):
Mini Schumacher
* lol *
YOUR GANGSTA NAME (first 4 letters of real name plus izzle):
Kathzzle YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(fav color and fav animal):
Red Cat
YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, and childhood street):
Kathi Feldstraße (hat keinen "middle name")
YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom's maiden name):
Zeukaste
YOUR SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):
Blue Liqueur
YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mums maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):
Auttsnh
YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (grandmother / grandfather 's first name):
Anna Georg Ferdinand
YOUR GOTH NAME (black, and the name of one your pets):
Black Lili
YOUR PORN STAR NAME (One of your pets names, and a street you've lived on):
Mini Schumacher
* lol *
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