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четверг, 31 мая 2012
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Значит у Джона милипиздрическая роль в Les Misérables !!!!
Няняняняняняяяяяяяяя
Няняняняняняяяяяяяяя
среда, 30 мая 2012
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Тут народ спрашивал фотки, и вот они.
Я не парилась делать фотки природы. и поэтому их туту не будет, , также в потсе нет примерно 90 % всех фоток, но мы (я) выбрали самые интересные.
Элина + Марина + Лена + Локи Хинделхрю
Я не парилась делать фотки природы. и поэтому их туту не будет, , также в потсе нет примерно 90 % всех фоток, но мы (я) выбрали самые интересные.
Элина + Марина + Лена + Локи Хинделхрю
вторник, 29 мая 2012
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29.05.2012 в 23:00
Пишет [Jaskier]:10.05.2012 в 23:28
Пишет Nerfess:Кто бы сомневался)))
И мне нравится этот неожиданный пейринг с Халком
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10.05.2012 в 11:01
Пишет Drimaronda:
пятница, 25 мая 2012
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Сегодня в Старой Риге с Мариной!
ГАМЛЕТЫ ДЕЛАЮТ ЭТО ТАК (С)
ГАМЛЕТЫ ДЕЛАЮТ ЭТО ТАК (С)
пятница, 18 мая 2012
12:51
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среда, 16 мая 2012
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Но это то чтоя буду смотреть вместо них!
Я не добавила сюда "Авенью 666" потому что это редкосное говно!
I miss JB....
Я не добавила сюда "Авенью 666" потому что это редкосное говно!
I miss JB....
вторник, 15 мая 2012
23:28
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понедельник, 14 мая 2012
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Ну это не самых худшый фильм который я смотрела, Слава богу за Руперта!
воскресенье, 13 мая 2012
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"Starfish"
Mystrade;Prompt:Everyone is born with the name of their soulmate on their hand.
The name of Mycroft’s soul mate, which he is born with written on his hand just as everyone else is, is Greg. It isn’t the most common of names in the world, but it’s nowhere near obscure, so Mycroft doesn’t make much of an effort to find the boy, as he knows he is destined to meet with his Greg someday.
Eighteen years old, Mycroft sits in the kitchen to do schoolwork as well as to get away from his irritating younger brother. The television is on, just above muted and for nothing but background noise. Though, the voice of the newscaster easily catches Mycroft’s attention when she announces, “Gregory Lestrade, seventeen, was hit by a train this morning…”
Mycroft figured that this boy probably isn’t his Greg, he can’t be, but he finds himself interested nevertheless and turns the volume up.
The newscaster tells about Gregory Lestrade’s school and social life. His family is interviewed. They call him Greg, as opposed to Gregory, but Mycroft tries to see nothing of it.
A picture of the boy is displayed, and Mycroft decides that, if Greg Lestrade was his soul mate, he certainly wouldn’t mind it. He’s absolutely lovely, and Mycroft admits to himself that he may be a bit attracted to the boy. But this can’t be his Greg, his soul mate; he’s never met someone with a dead soul mate- that’s just not how it works.
There’s a clip of the family, again, and this time the mother is saying to the camera, “Greg never met his soul mate, but if you’re out there, we’d love to meet you. Mycroft, is the name. Please, Mycroft, would you find us?”
The pencil Mycroft holds shakes in his hand and he releases it, letting it roll off the table and fall to the tile floor with an audible crack as it snaps in half. “God, no, NO,” he mutters to himself because there’s no one around to hear him, and he brueis his face in his hands.
Mycroft realizes then that he can’t look at his hands, can’t think about them. The right one, the one with the silver lettering, seems to sting and tingle and Mycroft just wants to be done with it, damnit, wants to just chop it right off with one of those meat cleavers that he knows are in the kitchen drawer.
That would be much more of an inconvenience than it’s worth, he can see, so instead, in a fit of rage and tears and despair, he takes a knife from that drawer and stands by the counter as, with both hands shaking violently, he makes a slice horizontally across his right palm with his left hand, nerves lighting up, catching fire as the skin splits and blood begins to flow. He makes a vertical split next, then two diagonal to make an eight-sided asterisk that takes up his whole palm.
It hurts like the devil, it’s messier than Mycroft would care for, and Mummy is absolutely horrified when Mycroft shows her and asks her to drive him to the hospital, but it’s all worth it when his hand is stitched up, and around the starfish scar, there is no more silver lettering but specks of gray that look nothing like a name, nothing like a word at all.
As he grows older, Mycroft takes to carrying an umbrella everywhere he goes, just to have something to hold in his hand, to keep people from seeing and, therefore, asking.
NOT MINE.
Mystrade;Prompt:Everyone is born with the name of their soulmate on their hand.
The name of Mycroft’s soul mate, which he is born with written on his hand just as everyone else is, is Greg. It isn’t the most common of names in the world, but it’s nowhere near obscure, so Mycroft doesn’t make much of an effort to find the boy, as he knows he is destined to meet with his Greg someday.
Eighteen years old, Mycroft sits in the kitchen to do schoolwork as well as to get away from his irritating younger brother. The television is on, just above muted and for nothing but background noise. Though, the voice of the newscaster easily catches Mycroft’s attention when she announces, “Gregory Lestrade, seventeen, was hit by a train this morning…”
Mycroft figured that this boy probably isn’t his Greg, he can’t be, but he finds himself interested nevertheless and turns the volume up.
The newscaster tells about Gregory Lestrade’s school and social life. His family is interviewed. They call him Greg, as opposed to Gregory, but Mycroft tries to see nothing of it.
A picture of the boy is displayed, and Mycroft decides that, if Greg Lestrade was his soul mate, he certainly wouldn’t mind it. He’s absolutely lovely, and Mycroft admits to himself that he may be a bit attracted to the boy. But this can’t be his Greg, his soul mate; he’s never met someone with a dead soul mate- that’s just not how it works.
There’s a clip of the family, again, and this time the mother is saying to the camera, “Greg never met his soul mate, but if you’re out there, we’d love to meet you. Mycroft, is the name. Please, Mycroft, would you find us?”
The pencil Mycroft holds shakes in his hand and he releases it, letting it roll off the table and fall to the tile floor with an audible crack as it snaps in half. “God, no, NO,” he mutters to himself because there’s no one around to hear him, and he brueis his face in his hands.
Mycroft realizes then that he can’t look at his hands, can’t think about them. The right one, the one with the silver lettering, seems to sting and tingle and Mycroft just wants to be done with it, damnit, wants to just chop it right off with one of those meat cleavers that he knows are in the kitchen drawer.
That would be much more of an inconvenience than it’s worth, he can see, so instead, in a fit of rage and tears and despair, he takes a knife from that drawer and stands by the counter as, with both hands shaking violently, he makes a slice horizontally across his right palm with his left hand, nerves lighting up, catching fire as the skin splits and blood begins to flow. He makes a vertical split next, then two diagonal to make an eight-sided asterisk that takes up his whole palm.
It hurts like the devil, it’s messier than Mycroft would care for, and Mummy is absolutely horrified when Mycroft shows her and asks her to drive him to the hospital, but it’s all worth it when his hand is stitched up, and around the starfish scar, there is no more silver lettering but specks of gray that look nothing like a name, nothing like a word at all.
As he grows older, Mycroft takes to carrying an umbrella everywhere he goes, just to have something to hold in his hand, to keep people from seeing and, therefore, asking.
NOT MINE.
суббота, 12 мая 2012
Nothing about Scott Gill's life is most likely normal
Джон/Скотт
С 2010 года, от любимого автора, который я еще не читала. и ВСЕ ТАК ПРИКРАСНО!!! Все аткой канон!
I like you when you're pretty. I love you when you're mine (the princess remix)
Scott likes to stay in the car, waiting, or lean against the hood and cross his arms, posing for the paparazzi who come by and take pictures of him, pictures they never seem to sell or print. He's Scott, for god's sake, and unless John's hand is on his pants, the press doesn't care. He's okay with that.
С 2010 года, от любимого автора, который я еще не читала. и ВСЕ ТАК ПРИКРАСНО!!! Все аткой канон!
I like you when you're pretty. I love you when you're mine (the princess remix)
Scott likes to stay in the car, waiting, or lean against the hood and cross his arms, posing for the paparazzi who come by and take pictures of him, pictures they never seem to sell or print. He's Scott, for god's sake, and unless John's hand is on his pants, the press doesn't care. He's okay with that.
Nothing about Scott Gill's life is most likely normal
Гилдед Лайлс отменили.... Обидно 
пятница, 11 мая 2012
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Лол, спасибо!
Nothing about Scott Gill's life is most likely normal
Chicago 2012
четверг, 10 мая 2012
Nothing about Scott Gill's life is most likely normal
10.05.2012 в 15:45
Пишет Sharlotta-Elburn:саааиршенно правильный график
В ПСоХе я нахожусь в финальной точке уже давно и абсолютно щщаслива, сейчас страшно вспоминать все эти косплейные холивары под лозунгом "буря в стакане" ))). То же самое можно сказать о ЗВ, например, Джексоне и ещё нескольких фэндомах.
Фэндом должен дарить только радость.
URL записиВ ПСоХе я нахожусь в финальной точке уже давно и абсолютно щщаслива, сейчас страшно вспоминать все эти косплейные холивары под лозунгом "буря в стакане" ))). То же самое можно сказать о ЗВ, например, Джексоне и ещё нескольких фэндомах.
Фэндом должен дарить только радость.
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среда, 09 мая 2012
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Пишет [flux]:
08.05.2012 в 22:19
ТЫКОВКА
начешу шерсти, сделаю пряжу и свяжу шерстяной, да.
URL комментарияначешу шерсти, сделаю пряжу и свяжу шерстяной, да.
понедельник, 07 мая 2012
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По имени ТЫКОВКА. который будет жить у нее между грудей!
Марина: я хочу две
я: нет. ты же хотела между держать
Марина: я хочу две... вместо!
Я: волосатаю грудь?
Марина *обиженно*: пушистаю......
Марина: я хочу две
я: нет. ты же хотела между держать
Марина: я хочу две... вместо!
Я: волосатаю грудь?
Марина *обиженно*: пушистаю......
понедельник, 16 апреля 2012
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воскресенье, 15 апреля 2012
Nothing about Scott Gill's life is most likely normal
