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audrey_darko @ 2009-12-31T13: 22:00

... and a Happy New Year *__* !

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audrey_darko @ 2009-12-24T11: 46:00

Merry Christmas!

(and I promise I'm going to reply to the PMs as soon as possible <3)

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Advent Calendar: 22, 23 and 24 December

continues Advent Calendar of michiru_kaiou7
Stories from 1 to December 21 are here!


Title: A precious gift
Fandom: in Viewfinder You're my loveprize
Characters: Akihito Takaba
Prompt: "fall at the last minute gifts with" + 10. Bag the Criticombola
Contaparole: 907
Notes: the date hereof, 55,000 yen is about 420 €. Not beta, no party!

Akihito Takaba had decided that Christmas would not be reduced to make last-minute gifts, so just received the salary of November, went to the mall nearest to his house and bought the thoughts for his friends and his parents. Carefree wandering between the windows, without the crowd to take away the breath, or anxiety about not finding what he sought, he felt extremely happy with himself. His gaze lingered in front of a shop in particular, selling leather goods: a place where he normally could not get even in a dream, but he had hit a black leather bag, laptop port, a subject of great class and very comfortable, for frequent travelers or manager, as he explained a very nice job. The image of Asami with the leather bag in her hands appeared to clear the mind and so he decided he'd donated to the manic for Christmas.
- How much does it cost? - Asked euphoric.
- Not much - said the girl friendly - Just 55,000 yen!
55,000 yen? Akihito tried to avoid going to faint on the spot and maintained a certain attitude, as if that figure, which is usually earned after several days of hard work, it was a no brainer.
- I understand ... Maybe I will come back ... -
- During Christmas we will make a promotional offer, but do not say that around - he confided the seller - will put some articles to 15%!
Akihito made a forced smile and went out, but once back home, he began to do some 'accounts: If you work organized for the month of December could hope to make it: the bag with the discount would have cost only 46,750 yen, he ate and worked like a mule, he could do it, had two photo shoots for weddings and corporate party already set, there were more reports from freelance and could grab some other work during the month estimated that 20 December would have the necessary sum. On 20 December was close to Christmas, but that Asami was the only gift that remained to be done: yes, we would have done it!

Akihito Takaba worked hard throughout the first half of December, also did some extra work, such as help for a move, he kept a daily count of its financial progress and from time to time he passed the store to see if the bag was still unsold, December 16 happened, though, something unexpected: it busca a terrible cold, because of a photo shoot outdoors, with a fever 38 ° and a headache by the book, he had to give up their service for the second marriage, or that a substantial and essential input.
the morning of December 20, Akihito looked sad his statement, was under a lot ', the idea of giving to the leather bag Asami was fading badly, unless a miracle ... or a job that did earn well and quickly, but other than prostitution (something that would have been able Asami to make him a bad end) does not occur to him more.
The next four days passed quickly between work and the aftermath of the cold, and with a sense of defeat in the heart, on the morning of December 24 Takaba barred the date on the calendar. He had taken the afternoon off to see themselves with friends to do some 'of partying together, went ahead and decided to make a detour to the front window of the shop of leather goods: the black leather bag was still there, beautiful and elegant but the price tag deals struck him in the stomach like a fist terribly and tragically over budget. In most, but it occurred to him just at that moment, had not bought anything to Asami, while that for sure would be presented with some expensive gift. The hands of the big analog clock that hung from the ceiling of the mall beat the 18.00 hours: the shops were closed about an hour. He began to spin spasmodically through the crowd, drowning out the heat in the crowded shops and cursing, because there was not the right size, color elsewhere because he liked the scarf was sold out. Akihito at the end was to get out of that hell of consumerism exhausted and, above all, empty-handed: there was nothing that could be good for Asami, apart from the damn bag. He went with his head down in front of the leather goods shop, who were already closing down, but the pretty committed the last time she recognized him and called him.
- But you're not the guy who wanted so much black leather bag? Have you been here I do not know how many times this month!
Akihito smiled embarrassed - Yes, yes, but in the end I did not put aside the money.
- It's for someone special, right? - Akihito blushed to the tips of the hair - the shop will close later this month, because of the economic crisis, so we are making huge discounts ... without telling your boss, if you tell me how much you spend, I give the same bag! - the girl said with a wink.
Takaba's face brightened into a beaming smile and followed the order in the store this paperwork carefully the bag and put a nice red bow on it.
- Merry Christmas - said delivering the package.
- Yes, Merry Christmas to you too! - The boy left the shop and went whistling appointment with his friends, Asami would see him at night.


Title: A Christmas Carol for Sirius Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius / Remus + Teddy (cited Severus, Dumbledore, the Potter)
Prompt: "Fables waiting for the midnight
Contaparole: 1945
Note: this ff is a spinoff unauthorized alternate universe created by zia_chu where Remus and Sirius are a happy couple (yes, Sirius is magically alive) and grow with love the little Teddy (Tonks is only a meteor, necessary to power of the subsidiary ... fangirl!). Not betata, possible (even likely) OOC.

After the lavish dinner, the delicious pudding and a glass of cherry to warm up a bit ', Remus, Sirius and Teddy to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace, where three red stockings hung waiting to be filled: it was Eve Christmas.
- Teddy, you want to read that story tonight? - asked the father.
- Uhmmm ... I do not know, a beautiful! - Said the boy.
- "A Christmas Carol" seems suitable for the evening - decreed Remus approached the library to research the book.
- I know this story all of a sudden, "said Sirius. Remus stared at him puzzled when Sirius Black had never read a book, moreover, a writer's father?
- you know her?
- Reliable - nodded to believe - James told me once.
Remus ever wondered what's really had told James Potter Black and what he could remember after all these years, but since the man was very euphoric, drew the book from the shelf and blew away a little 'dust.
- That's not needed - peremptory Sirius said - I told you I know this story, I can tell by heart.
- I do not think ... - Lupin dared anxious, but Teddy had already curled up on the legs of Sirius and waited anxiously that it starts to tell.

"There was once a rich man, very rich, but so miser named Sirius Black ..."

- How are you? - Teddy asked with surprise, turning his hair into a bright green.
- Scrooge-Remus corrected him.
Sirius smiled at both enigmatic - I remember that James said Sirius Black!
Lupin shook his head, fearing that the bedtime story as an excuse to get messy, but Teddy applauded convinced.

"Mr. Sirius Black had lost the spirit of Christmas, as he was taken to accumulate money, even hated Christmas and hated by all those who celebrated. So on Christmas Eve she returned to her home alone, ate a broth and went to bed. "

- How sad! - Said the child, while her ringlets became gray mouse.

"In fact, Mr. Black was a sad and lonely man, but he would not admit even to himself. Suddenly he heard noises coming from the living room of chains, rose, fearing that the thieves had entered the house, but instead of thieves, he found the ghost of his classmate, a tipaccio of Slytherin, he was always alone and did not think to study and make potions ...
- Severus Snape, who gives us the your ghost in my living room? - Sirius said, laughing at the sad fate of his former partner. The ghost was more pale and haggard than he had been alive, he wore heavy chains of the hands and feet and stared at him with malice.
- I have come to show your end, Sirius Black - the ghost grinned shaking the chains - that's what happens to the lonely close your heart to love and affection more expensive.
- Tsk! - Black shrugged of the warning
- Will this night three spirits to visit you, to save three spirits, Black ...
- Really? - Skeptic asked the miser.
- All you had to say, I told you - Severus Snape concluded contemptuous - I do not think an idiot like you can understand the importance of Christmas time, however, points out, Black, heavy chains are those that you must carry if not tonight will listen to the three spirits of Christmas, said that the ghost flew through the window, Sirius had a good laugh of his words and went back to sleep.
hour later, he was awakened by a noise coming from the kitchen, got out of bed and ran to see: his brother Regulus was eating the rest of his dinner.
- Regulus Black Hands off my dinner! - Shouted pointing his wand, cast a Incarcerus, to tie his brother, but had no effect.
- Save energy and breath, Sirius - Regulus greeted him, or rather the version floating, ethereal girl Regulus Black - I am the spirit of Christmases past and, despite myself, I have to show you what you thought of Christmas when you were a child.
- Go to hell, Reg! - Sirius tried a Stunning, but was unsuccessful, and, without knowing how, found himself in his living room in front of the house Black family tree, amid the confusion of a typical dinner with the whole entire family. He saw himself same eleven, her brother, cousins, uncles, his mother and father, there were those who ate the pudding, who was drinking Butterbeer, who then jumped Chocolate discarded everywhere. There was an atmosphere serene holiday.
- We were happy ... - said Sirius - I do not remember ever being happy at Grimmauld Place.
- It's been a long time ago - Regulus sighed - but it is said that you can not again be happy, maybe with another family ...
- I do not have another family - said the more furious.
- No, but I have friends - gave his brother Regulus is the only smile that evening, it became mist and disappeared. Sirius awoke in his bed. "

Remus looked shocked Sirius - James really told you this story? When?
- A Christmas of long ago - he put the crafty friend.
- And then, Sirius? The spirits were not three? - Teddy asked, his hair a bright yellow.
- now get there, Teddy, takes patience - said the man holding it stronger.

"An hour after the first visit of the spirit, Sirius Black was awakened by the sound of a gentle and polite voice, coming from their bedroom.
- Wake up, Padfoot! - The spirit of Remus Lupin was sitting sedately on the edge of the bed. "

- But Dad - Teddy shouted euphorically, while they changed her hair in an electric blue.
- Perhaps it was him - Sirius replied enigmatically. Then Remus began to understand the story of James, that history must have told his friend when they were still at Hogwarts, during one of those who had spent Christmases together. Sirius had never been a fan of Christmas, unlike him, James and Peter, perhaps because it was not a fan of the family, but from a certain point then stopped hampering their preparations for Christmas, but merely to observe them while decorate their room. That sort of miracle, that Remus had never fully explained, he had to do with the story of that night, James had found a really original to inculcate a bit 'stupid big dog in the Christmas spirit.

- Moony? - Said the miser, pulling down on the bed.
- No, the spirit of Christmas present! - He answered - Let's go for a ride, Padfoot!
The two flew out of the room, Black holding tight to the spirit of Remus, and flew over the snow-covered roof, peeking inside the houses the people were celebrating. They flew up to the school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Headmaster Dumbledore, teachers and students celebrate Christmas, then flew to the land of the Giants, and they also celebrate Christmas, albeit in a crude and abusive.
- Everybody loves Christmas, Padfoot! - Remus said.
- Not me - said Sirius.
- This is the problem, Padfoot! Try to find in your heart a little 'magic of Christmas for your own good and for the good of those who loves you.
- Who loves me ... - he whispered Sirius, and found himself barred peek into the home of James and Lily Potter who celebrated the first Christmas of the little Harry with his friends.
- James and Lily you were invited to spend Christmas with them ...
- I should get them gifts, certainly wanted that offers many galleons gold brat - Sirius mumbled, staring at that little Harry was playing with a bunny fabric .
- The best gift for them would be just your presence - added Remus before turning into fog and leave Sirius alone in his room "

- The Sirius is a bit 'stupid, why not go home to his friends? - Protested Teddy, darken (the hair became dark green).
- Because it was stupid, just like you said, Teddy! - Sirius said, smiling.

"An hour later, Sirius was awake, sitting in the chair, waiting for the third and final spirit. Now no longer derided the unfortunate end of Snape, neither the mania for celebrating Christmas, James and Lily, even felt the nostalgia of Christmases of his childhood in Grimmauld Place.
- You've arrived? - Asked once, when he felt a cold wind spirit behind the neck.
- I am the Ghost of Christmas Future, "said the golden translucent Albus Dumbledore.
- you, Dean? - Asked surprised the miser.
- Yes, come on, Sirius, we have a very painful journey.
Sirius got up from his chair, ready for the worst, but when it materialized in a cemetery along with Dumbledore, he knew that he was not ready. The magician showed him a plaque, without flowers or candles, it was written a name and a date.
- My Grave - There was a question. "

- No - Teddy groaned, clutching stronger Sirius.
- It's only fair, Teddy - the father comforted him, stroking his hair as pitch blacks.

"- There are no flowers, no epitaph - Sirius said in front of his tomb.
- You never wanted to celebrate with anyone, so, little by little, your friends have moved away from you, to forget about your life and you die alone. No one has ever come to bring you a flower - calmly explained the old magician, laid his hand on his shoulder.
- I understand - the miser said in a whisper.
- Me hope so! - Dumbledore smiled, there was fog and disappeared.
Sirius Black was back in his bedroom, he was cold and scared, he shook the blankets in the chest and fell asleep frightened.
Christmas morning jumped out of bed early, opened the windows and shouted to the world - Merry Christmas - A passer-by looked up and took off his hat to greet him, a woman returned with a smile and the children cried with him a second, enthusiastic - Merry Christmas!
Sirius Balck dressed in a hurry, he left the house as fast as he could and reached the home of James and Lily Potter - I'm still in time to celebrate Christmas with you, friends? - Asked almost breathless excitement for the race.
- Of course, you're on time, Padfoot, it's always party time when we are together! - James replied, making him enter the house. Lily helped him take off his coat, while Harry crawling toward him.
- I have not made gifts, but ...
- It does not matter, Sirius - the comforted Lily - You are the gift! Remus, Professor Dumbledore, Moody, and the Longbottom many others are coming for lunch, we will make a wonderful Christmas!
And that was the first of many wonderful Christmases for Sirius Balck and his friends. Finish "

- I liked it, Teddy? - Asked Sirius, but the baby was asleep in his arms to his father.
- I liked it, Padfoot - Remus said, his eyes glistening with emotion.
- Frigni But why? - Sirius asked, annoyed.
- Because it's a nice story, but in the end we were able to pass a only Christmas with James and Lily.
- But now there's Teddy and Harry and so many new friends, "added Sirius, a bit 'touched in turn.
- Just one thing, Sirius, James already knew that she would marry Lily and their child would be called Harry?
- What can you do, Remus, James had done so when He decrees a thing he could always bring it into port ... I think in his head had planned to put on an entire Quidditch team! Poor Lily!
Remus chuckled and only then realized it was past midnight - Merry Christmas, Scrooge!
- Who? -
- No matter - Lupin said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and brought the small Teddy to bed. Sirius stood still for a moment staring at the fire that was extinguished - Merry Christmas, everyone!


Title: Twenty-four times
Christmas Fandom: Original
Characters: Santa Claus and Rudolf
Prompt: "... Who said that" Christmas "rhymes with" Holiday "?"
Contaparole: 108
Notes: same characters Less than twenty-four to Christmas, it seemed right to finish as I started.

- Ohohoh! - Said the spry old man settling the red jacket edged in white - we are, Rudolf, Today is Christmas Eve! - The red-nosed reindeer and an elf snorted attached it to the yoke of the sleigh - We have a lot of work to be done around the world in twenty-four hours to deliver the gifts at midnight - Santa Claus rode on the box, while the little helpers loaded the last bag with gifts.
- Here we are forced to work night! - Rudolf thought to himself while warming the feet for the long ride that awaited her - Who said that Christmas rhymes with vacation?



I wrote 24 short stories, as per government rules, I used two bonus late and I was able to complete the Advent Calendar. In total I wrote 11,195 words, with an average of 466 words a day. 10 different fandoms have been touched, the most prolific is that of the original with 7 stories that beats one measure X . I opened 3 new fandom: Up, Lady Oscar Hetalia and Axis Powers. I received 21 comments, something which I thank you very much!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

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audrey_darko @ 2009-12-13T12: 38:00

The 7 Days Meme

Day one • a song
Day two • a picture
Day three • a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four • a site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

Cliquer ici ♥

I can't do otherwise - unfortunately, there is no embed code for this clip and I'm not so much of an HTML expert to create one.
Anyway, that is The Persuaders Theme - I love it, it's so mysterious and fascinating ♥
The show is entertaining too: very relaxing and funny.

What Are Some Quotes With Place In It?

Fuck yeah. Muse @

Just so you know. Now, I'm going to search for a countdown thingy to put on my profile, since I'm *that* excited and *that* addicted to this band and I'm not ashamed of it :D

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Palaolimpico, Turin (post to unified networks)

I travelled half the world country to say
you are my Muse

Non so where to start, because I really want to bring * all * about it. Not for the sake of completeness, but because I know and I know my memory skills, I do not want to recall briefly this evening because there were so many things that have helped make this event something special to receiving as unfair to take out even one.
The trip, for example. Half-cross the peninsula with heavy rain and gray skies that threatened to truck splashed across the central reservation of the motorway and the snow that had turned Barberino del Mugello in a postcard from the tundra is not something that I want forget, even though I had a fear
xD fucking half an hour or maybe less, I was not watching the clock, to meet up with my companions adventure (Sara and Anna \u0026lt;3) because it is damn Palaolimpico a perfect stranger pour moi. Ergo, I was trying to get a ticket Forum not numbered gate reserved for the South Stand Not Numbered (no difference, because I had settled in those parts of Matt I only saw the bony ass for about two hours - I do not know that review will be made on my behalf, but the back of Bellamy at the end it matters little to me xD)
Poooi, was' then delirium. Le gros delire . El delirios great. (Eh?)
That is, before the Biffy Clyro (help me say "buuuuuuu !!"), then four or five fake by those three fucking teases (full view from our side to kind public meeting the building: "It 's A FINTAAAAA!" xD), then their platforms that are illuminated from beneath the sheets from which they had covered.
The sheets fall, and I nearly collapsed on the floor too.
are there. Are true. They are there for me too.
Bellamy is ... It 'just Bellamy : has weird glasses, the green light to shoot us over during Uprising, the jacket with a pleated tail (!!), the shadows under the cheekbones and skinny legs. More than I expected, by the way (it is two-dimensional O_o).
After the moment of crisis in which I tried to accept the idea that they are flesh and blood like me, the rest is exaltation.
I could not even choose the best moment: they're perfect. Really. That is, in live on Youtube, I regularly track deburring, changes ... I live is almost impossible. Uh, and I thought I would cry because the emotion is legendary in my family since I was waiting for that moment since June, when I arrived home with tickets courier (DHT I luv ya \u0026lt;3), but since I started a blog to the pure purpose of whining "buhuhu, Muse are in Florence and I'm here in Rieti , Buhui "- two years ago.
And you know that in the end I drank from the water bottle of Matthew Bellamy xD? With Anna I urged, "Drink! Beeeevi "style initiation chissacosa? And you know that during the jam by Chris and Dom have sung Taste In Men (E 'EQUAL! I'm not kidding!)? And I know that the wolf ears and pigtails side that I did at least four years and I screamed like a fishmonger at every intro song? And that is turin a pub where you are absurd giant pizzas, forward Adriano Celentano, Elvis and metal poor and on the walls are painted skeletons and "This bathroom is for boys"?
know that I would gladly spend the rest of my days in Turin spread around in the back seat of a car on fire with his throat mumbling the words of Without You I'm Nothing? There is no better aftershow. Placebo extol the adrenaline is a pleasure.

I will think of something else, I think. There is too much I want to tell and is a too trivial details that affect only me. If we feel good as ever in my life can be considered a retail or futile.
I am just saying thank you. Graziegraziegrazie. I could thank everyone who helped make this experience unforgettable forever. Thanks to all periodic (lol).

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audrey_darko @ 2009-11-17T23: 50:00

The Meme 7 Days

• Day one song to
• Day two at picture
• Day three at book / ebook / fanfic
• Day four at site
Day five • a youtube clip
Day six • a quote
Day seven • whatever tickles your fancy

Wandering on the Internet, I have found this website called GoodReads - a.k.a., a wonderful place for a quote-and-book whore like me u.u (seriously, it is a kind of fetish - today I went to my favourite bookshop even if all I could do was staring at the covers and whining about my chronic lack of money. Masochism.)

Th-th-that's all, folks :)!

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audrey_darko @ 2009-11-09T12: 51:00

The 7 Days Meme

Day one • a song
• Day two at picture
• Day three at book / ebook / fanfic
Day Four • Day Five •
site to a youtube clip
• Day six straight
Day Seven • Whatever Tickles your fancy

The author of the quote is the same book that I chose (the other entries - e-books and fanfic - are optional, right? Even if it has not even a class test. not receive the lowest rate - not even receive a vote and that's it xD).
is actually a collection of short stories produced by Howard Philips Lovecraft 1897 to 1922: I am absolutely delighted and obviously troubled, Lovecraft in general because it gives me the idea of being a sort of Edgar Allan Poe in LSD (See? I do not know the books reviewed in the normal manner).
had to pick my favorite story ... Be ', it is not easy. We say that the rose of the favorites include The Tomb , From Beyond, The Outsider , The Picture in the House , Herbert West, Reanimator , Old Bugs (mainly for the story that there is ♥ behind), The Statement of Randolph Carter , The Music of Erich Zann and The Temple I do not think that a post would be enough to talk about each of them, because when I like something I tend to quibble in to a very lengthy (or even without words, eh - I do not mince words) and I think the posts have a word limit to be respected, right? So, no ... Get this third day and so scrauso xD!

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audrey_darko @ 2009-10-13T17: 37:00

The Meme 7 Days

• Day one song to
• Day two at picture
• Day three at book / ebook / fanfic
Day Four • Day Five •
site to a youtube clip
Day Six & bull ; seven straight
Day • Whatever Tickles your fancy

(shitty pic is shitty, but I did it on her cell phone and with little natural light of day of rain, so there is to do a little 'shit)



... my teddy bear guitarist come directly from the shelves of the Hard Rock Café in Monaco, CèrmaniaH : Gilma called, in honor of David Gilmour and is filled with granules of plastic and foam just like I like it - I can use his zampotte a mo 'balls stress, and God only knows what I need it \u0026lt;3!

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O HAI LJ.

Wandering no, do not try, beautiful: the correct term is "lurk" LJ for others, I noticed that they differ from mine in many ways: there is a higher percentage of fangirls, fanmix, scrapbooks, and those other picspams affarini ... What are their names ... Come on, those with short name and sounding a bit 'stupid but in reality is a lot fun and interesting to read for someone like me always hungry for new cults fandom to adhere to that then I will continue to be stuck like a limpet the rock to the fandom of the Muse and Placebo God is irrelevant, but the plants with this strikethrough?
Yes, there are! They are called meme: D! Here, I thought I might revive this place with some of them and some other robina here and there from time to time, otherwise it will remain only a castle full of cobwebs and that if the men do with each other as if this last thing I spiacesse. ... not my fault, is that this tag is fucking ... Addictive!

So, let's start with this one (taken nonsopiùdove - in short, is everywhere!):

The Meme 7 Days

• Day one song to
Day Two • Day Three •
picture in a book / ebook / fanfic
Day Four • Day Five •
site to a youtube clip
• Day six Day seven straight
• Whatever Tickles your fancy

I want to be trite and predictable (or maybe not, after all, how many know me around here?) and talk about my favorite song ever ...

... or Life on Mars? - The eternal (adjective more expensive to Castoldi) and incomparable Mr. Bowie.
reason for so much love? I do not know. Relate with the lyrics I can not, although it suffers the charm depends on the melody, the piano, ... Phew, I can not explain. Will that really are a damn anacronisma, here.




It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling "No"
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?

It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man! Look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the Lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there Life on Mars?

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My killer, my lover [1 / 1]

Title: My killer, my lover
Fandom: Muse, Placebo
Pairing: Molko / Bellamy just u_u
mentioned Rating: PG ... A little bit of turpiloq xD
Genre: Comedy
Alerts: flashfic
Summary: an angry frontman, bassist rightly impatient, a stoic drummer. It is a problem misappropriation of style.
Notes: c avolatina (lately I write a lot, but without publishing xD) ispiratami from my own commentary on the new single from Placebo playing something like this: "God, Placebo are the same Muse Muse xDDDDD! "Obviously, from a consideration so stupid after all and playful (although, sant'Iddio, Battle For The Sun ... It's tough , heck ° _ °!) could not be born a Mollamy equally funny and stupid ... and short, so if nothing else any grief will last little xD!
Disclaimer: all false, all free and more blah-blah heard xD

- Matt? So what? -
A sort of hybrid between a grunt and a growl envy felt was all that came out of a stiff lips Matthew Bellamy in response to the call of his friend.
Chris left the recording studio where the singer of Muse had been barricaded for about an hour - headphones and ears wide open window of Windows Media Player on the laptop screen - closing the door and looked up to heaven exasperated : - I can not believe ... It's worse than a kid, really! - Matt
Looking from behind the glass of the soundproof room, Dominic sighed: - I told you, Chris ... Let it cool off a bit '.-
- But if it is since we that has got locked in there with that stupid laptop! - Said the bass player, putting his hands through his hair.
He sat on a swivel chair and began to slide back and forth with a foot for a few seconds the only sound heard was the slow wheels rubbing on the floor of the room.
- I mean, can not take it seriously for so little ... I mean, it really is not that there are indeed some similarities so marked as to cry out to the plagiarism of style! - Christopher
paused nervously for a nail biting - and Dominic was sorry to see the usually quietly jovial companion so annoyed by something ... which unfortunately could never understand.
- is also beautiful, as the song. It is one of their usual chants repetitive boundary chitarrina rocker to keep himself in countenance by alternative bands
.- - .- True
- Well ... In this case, one has only to pay tribute to Placebo and amen! But Matt is acting as if he had the emotional age of twelve, dammit! This Molko has decided that its establishment from scratch of "Muse-izzarsi" is totally ridiculous! -
Sun shook his head, feeling that it could not rationally disagree with the advice of his friend, at one point Chris gave a & rsquo ; vigorous pat on the thigh, standing: - Just now I am ready to pull out of there ... He can not do the drama queen for this shit, we have an album to be finished! -
- Chris, aspe ...! - Tried to stop Dom, but only had time to attend the scene of an impassioned Chris who was trying to raid the room next to release Matt obstinacy and cruel silence which had fallen from the very ' beginning of the day.
On the lips of the leader of the Muse every now and then you could read some of the few words he had put forward as an explanation for its wrath - "style", "copy", "fucking queer".
The match, with arguments similar to granite, it could only be won by Bellamy, the much more reasonable Wolstenholme left the field, slamming the study door behind him and swearing on the little heads of her four children who never in life would have tried to come to your senses "that damn fool hysterical."

- May I? -
Dominic's tone was clearly ironic, in addressing his friend still locked in the isolation of the recording studio and his own anger. Matthew
not answered by a few minutes she had removed the headphones and the laptop was turned off, leaving him next to the stool on which was perched sadly. The drummer came up
cautiously, but not called to him again.
is lowered to take the laptop, sitting cross-legged on the ground to turn the headphones and settle on the sides of the head.
- In what folder you put it? -
- What a question ... In the Placebo .- said Matt acid, but far more serene than waiting for Dom.
The latter nodded, opening the file that interested him.
listened to all eight minutes and eleven seconds of a song and interview with care, as he had not previously had occasion to do, then he put a new laptop and headphones on the floor.
- Well? - Matt hissed acrimonious but always appeared more interested in the trial of his friend, who did not wait. Indeed
Dominic thought about it, responding to the end with an amused smile: - Well, 'you're not happy that, in addition to a secret lover, you have also risen to the rank of ... Musa ? -
- FUCK YOU, HOWARD ! -

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Rooftop


Title: Rooftop
Fandom: Beatles * oooh! *
Rating: G
Status: ended
Genre: introspective, melancholy
Notes: Drabble of 100-words-100 narrated from the point of view of the drummer of the Beatles - Ringo Starr - and set during the band's last performance on the roof of the building housing the headquarters of Apple.
In general, a melancholy vaccatina probably only useful to introduce the tag "Beatles" in the cloud of Fidelity (tag that I will be happy to use again in some time ... Tremble!) U_u

The end has something ... a smell that makes it instantly recognizable.
you burn in my throat as gas, and you asphyxia as effectively.

For years there ... looking at us from behind the battery is a 'defensive scaffolding very reassuring ... The feud adoration drummer nose, that at some point you felt so useless to want to drop everything.
was short, my escape. I went back in time to see everything, to breathe this air of change, beginning ... And end.
Because, c'mon, you know. I will not ask, but you know it's true.

For now, I continue to play.

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See How They fly

Title: See How They fly
Fandom: Across the Universe
Pairing: Lucy / Jude
Rating: PG (only because the protagonists are clearly "high")
Summary: flashfic inspired when Dr Robert [aka Bono from U2 ] sings I Am The Walrus. Psychedelic, quotes Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Beatles ... Madness.
Warning: drugs, I supposed.
Diclaimer: players do not belong to me, being part of a movie that I have neither written nor directed nor ... Nothing ^ ^

There was something wrong with all those colors floating on the ceiling. The same
Dr. Robert was a mistake. With all the charm and the cheek that could have the biggest, the deepest possible mistakes.
What did you go to look for it yourself, greed and desire to experiment, to go further.
colors were over, messengers were not of a size and concrete, monstrous and sublime.
Jude wanted to eat them, hear them fry and melt on the taste buds.
In a cloud of purple mottled red strawberry blueberry, Lucy looked as white as ... Vanilla.
spat smoke snakes lying on the waterbed of the room without form, without boundaries.
- Jude ... -
Her voice was soft as her skin, like his hair and his eyes.
Lucy laughed. Jude laughed without knowing why. Their laughter
sizzle in the air trembled as disturbed by the vibrations.
- Jude, if I close my eyes ... -
The boy tried to close them himself, but opened them when Lucy murmured dreamily: - ... I'm flying in the sky, rain down on me and diamonds .-
imagined Lucy and Jude targeted by a cascade of transparent fragments, the swim saw a thousand pearls luminescent.
He wanted to join her. And wrong again.
Because they know the mistakes of fruit, vanilla. And shine like diamonds in the sky.

Milena Velba Tennager

Another useless entry [edit]

(... if only I Could find the other banners for my third place on the Halloween contest ... Crap!)

(and, by the way, do you want to taste of genuine Italian slash xD?)



Ohohoh, let's show off my writer's skills (... what? Baby, it's "second" and "third" place, you know - not a Nobel O_o) <3! If only I didn't have to open my English dictionary and check my orthography a million times just to write this little bunch of nothing, I would try to conquer Muse's anglosaxon fandom with my lethal Matthew-Bellamy-and-Brian-Molko-shag-each-others-and-they're-proud-of-it stuff (the correct noun is "Mollamy" :D) - my ignorance is your bliss, trust me xDDDD!
Anyway, it's been a long time since I have update the journal: a whole lot of things happened meanwhile, but they are too boring to be mentioned... Well, apart from Gaza, the fact that USA have got a brand new president (I am sorry, but I have to say that the way Obama forgot what to say during his oath is the cutest thing *ever*) and... Ok, obviously I do not know what to say to make this post longer than this. But it is obvious how much I love talking nonsense too. In the most awful English you have ever seen. Yep.

Edit: finally xDDDDD...