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The Four Seasons of Richard Strauss (3 / 4)

Title: The Four Seasons of Richard Strasse
Author: cuddlymicch
Brief introduction: And finally, when the snow in the garden began to emerge early flowers, was the day she was more room for doubt.
Number Chapters Four
Genre: Romantic, sad, melancholic, introspective
Rating: Orange
Warnings : / /
Complete: No

third Waltz - Frühling ~ Printemps

And finally, when the snow began to emerge in the garden, the first flowers, was the day she was more room for doubt.
"I love you.
me that you said so in March, when Constantine was persuaded to leave the library. Through the open window of the garden came a delicate scent of jasmine.
remember being flushed and that I threw the chair to hide her face in her hands. "You're sick! "I cried then, crouching under the dim light that illuminated the immense hall. "I mean really! "Instead
were fine, and you were not never been more serious in your life. "Marguerite, I really love you."
And I did not want to believe.
sobbing, I ran my hands through his hair, covering his eyes with the palms, without saying a word, without moving. In my head I
parents. Isabel I, the golden-haired painter who had taught me German in my head Albert and Herbert, both of which were made in four to make me feel loved in their family. Gregor was in my head, my head Mathias, Renéee her child. And most of all in my head Vincent, who with his voice squeaky asked me a hug at the train station.
My life with all of them had ruined you, with your arrogance that you had put between me and my friends with the absurd claim to save me.
Since I started living in the mansion, everything around me began to spin, I could change without lifting a finger to prevent it.
And I hated, I hated, I hated even myself. I think I reached a point of addressing the word I hate anyone, except Costantin.
Constantine was my son, or at least, under the illusion that I was. It was my only certainty, the only safe beach on which to rely when the sea is rough. Because in reality I was afraid, I was terrified, I struggled to fall asleep every night and I felt my body trembling in panic. But then I heard your voice and that of others lurking behind the door with ears cocked, ready to catch even my minimal hiccups. We had become like a big family where you were the father and I his mother.
So my heart melted like caramel to me that Mary was preparing on Friday morning to wish me a good day at the Neues Museum. I raised my arms to you, gird up your back covered by dark jacket that you wore to work. Your body size was huge, a comparison of my small frail as that of a young girl.
"You know, I think I love you too." I'll
whispered, rising on the tips of my shoes lilac. I think I have rarely felt as happy in that moment, when you got up your blue eyes on my face and kissed me for the first time. I felt that my feelings, long suppressed inside me, were exploding suddenly takes on a new color of the shadow of the library and burps Richard Strasse. For a moment I believed even become unable to breathe because of the emotion that I clogged the veins with the unexpected joy that caught me unexpectedly.
I loved you and you loved me, and at that time nothing was more perfect than the simple equation that required systematic months to be resolved.
For the first time we made love, close to each other under the covers of our bedroom. The sheets were soaked with the scent of immaculate bouquet of camellias that Mary had put on display on the bedside table and smelled the aroma of coffee in your skin, smooth and perfect as that of a child.
The next day we went for a walk together, walking along the Havel river holding hands.
"When all will want to move, "You said suddenly, stopping to admire the profile of the buildings in the distance. "Marguerite, when it is summer I will return to Paris."

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"Barabbas! Barabbas' - FANMIX!

As already happened with "Angel Tears" no "even for" Barabbas Barabbas! " I decided to create a fanmix! \u0026lt;3
Under the cut there is information on the history, covers and linkin.
Enjoy!: 3

INFORMATION HISTORY:

Title: "Barabbas! Barabbas'
Fandom: Captain Tsubasa
Chapters: 9 (concluded)
Rating: 18 +
Genre: Thriller, Drama
Warnings: homosexual, heterosexual
Link: ELF , EFP

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FANMIX :

Rar That is always with you! Cliccatemi!

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Jem vs Misfits Magma - Volcanic Disaster

are inextricably linked to the '80s, are mine, and do not ever deny them. Even if they dressed pretty shit. XD And if you forget those jackets with shoulder pads?! * Laughs *
As a child I was a big fan of the cartoon "Jem". Do you think that when there were summer holidays, I got up early to vedermelo and record songs that transmitted (via BOX! \\ O / Oh Lord! The prewar !!!). Much envied their hairstyles and their clothes! (Which, if you notice, we report XD. Leggins tell you anything?)
And anyway ... THE MISFITS RULLEGGIANO! \\ O /
T_T i want bands like them, so 80's.

"Beat This" by Jem and the Holograms :



"Designing Woman" by The Misfits :



** PIZZA! ♥

And after this nostalgic delirium weblog ''80 Years', lots of good wishes to Kimmy!

Many wishes for a happy birthday,
kimmy_dreamer !

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Title: San Francisco
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters / Couple: Mugen, Jin, Fuu \u0026lt;3
Rating: Green
Prompt: " Ricontro " , for Fanon! Fest Fanworld.it
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Drabble
Notes: Okay, first drabble on Samurai Champloo! Frankly, I never thought I'd never written for this fandom, Oh well XD
The title song is the last episode of which carry the refrain at the end of the drabble \u0026lt;3

SAN FRANCISCO

They are there, all three in front of that intersection that had separated them two years ago. A tramp, a ronin and a maid, exactly the same as when they decided to go their separate way.
Nobody says a word, the only audible noise is the wind that ruffles the hair down Fuu.
snorts Mugen, Jin grins watching, but does not dare move.
furtive glances are thrown for a few minutes in that field in which they grew sunflowers, then, as if their eyes had spoken, the two samurai are worn at the side of the maid and walked with her.

"Get up get up,
walking, sleeping,
keep on moving slowly,
good morning and good sunshine "

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San Francisco's Four Seasons of Richard Strauss (2 / 4)

Title: The Four Seasons of Richard Strasse
Author: cuddlymicch
Brief Introduction: My parents were still alive-if-they were worried about me at Lyon, without having the faintest idea I did order once he returned to France, Mathias, in Paris, was going to write leaflets for the Resistance with the absurd conviction to see me alive; Gregor, traveling on some cart, fighting day and night against the knowledge that embraced me for the last time. Where could I go, if all my loved ones were close to me at least a couple of borders?
Number Chapters: Four
Genre: Romance , sad, melancholic, introspective
Rating: Orange
Warnings: / /
Complete: No

second Waltz - Winter ~ Hiver

Before the arrival of Christmas, I had become a mother.
orphanage there were dozens and dozens of children, from infants to older adolescents, and they were all different. Who was blond, with those glasses, those high, some with shaved heads for lice, all too busy to play with an old piece of football to look after us.
Seeing this scene, my heart is squeezed in a vice, and for a moment I was afraid of not being able to breathe.
You already know who to choose, that little boy with eyes the color of the sky, those sad eyes that are also yours. Somehow, he had recognized you right away. As soon as you set foot in the crowded corridor by governesses, Constantine stopped reading and went there in silence, buried his face into the fabric of your uniform.
crying. She wept with joy.
At home, despite his constant search for attention, you were too busy with work to look after him. As a toy that you make the jumps of joy as soon as you receive it and then leave for a better looking. I hated you, and we poured out upon this child all my sadness.
hugs me, telling of France and Normandy, Paris, how they spend their evenings talking, over a cup of coffee in the bakery downstairs. With his mind went back into the Rhone, between the fabrics and colors of Lyon, and suddenly I was no longer alone.
Your son looked at me, laughed, squeezed my fingers in his small palms and melted into one of those smiles that so I was hoping to see one day on your face. I loved that child, but you were too busy with your reports to realize it.
Christmas came, and went faster than I expected. The 1943 began in the same way the 1942 was over the snow, the silence of our house, the clock in the fireplace room with unreasonable precision that marked the sluggish flow of time.
After nearly two months of marriage, continues to shut you in your office and I in the library, without a word to the case when we pass on the corridors.
I was the unexpected guest, you the landlord.
I was so stunned by the day that never goes out, that more than once I lost count of the weeks that separated me from the process: the date of the hearing the People's Court was marked in red on the calendar, a cross indelibly in my soul.
's revenge on his murderers Edward Milch was sentenced to death, which, ironically, depended directly to me and how I had acted before the court.
Gregor continued to visit me twice a week until the end of January, when he moved to Paris. Without him to bring me news of my family, the wait began to devour faster than he had done in previous days.
I was not allowed out, even to send a letter, and so is the idea of discovering walking through Berlin I cheered for nothing. I knew that I was still looking for that man, somewhere, and I can be found before his sentence would have been stupid.
I was a prisoner in what was supposed to be home, but that over time took on the role of a prison.
My parents were still alive-if-they were worried about me at Lyon, without having the foggiest idea what had happened once he returned to France, Mathias, in Paris, was going to write leaflets for the Resistance with the absurd conviction to see me alive; Gregor, traveling on some cart, fighting day and night against the knowledge that embraced me for the last time. Where could I go, if all my loved ones were close to me at least a couple of borders?
Sola, at the window, I waited patiently for the winter ended, and when I saw the first flower blooming from melting snow in the backyard, I felt my heart strings in a vise, and happiness washed over me.

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The Four Seasons of Richard Strauss (1 / 4)

Title: The Four Seasons of Richard Strasse
Author: cuddlymicch
Brief Introduction: Not even two hours before, me and David prayed at the tomb of Edward and joining hands, glad to be back home after years. Then you came along, and I have taken away with you. I saw his body slumped to the ground before he could look at me, I saw him die without a whimper, not seeking my eye, without a fight.
Number Chapters Four
Genre: Romance , sad, melancholic, introspective
Rating: Orange
Warnings: / /
Complete: No

Waltz first - ~ Herbst Automne

I hated that house.
The first time I was there I entered Maria meeting smiling, as if you were asking me to sit in my house. I remember I looked in the mirror of the antechamber and have had trouble recognizing me, pale and trembling, close in my red coat with her hair rolled under a handkerchief. Hands clasped in one another, grabbing the cuffs to control me, but I felt like crying and I could hardly hold back her sobs.
Not even two hours earlier, David and I prayed at the tomb of Edward and joining hands, glad to be back home after year. Then you came along, and I have taken away with you. I saw his body slumped to the ground before he could look at me, I saw him die without a groan, without trying my eye, without a fight.
As we were running away, you've looked at the road all the time. You did not want to see me, you did not want to admit that existed, I was there with you at that time. I had not ever seen, did not know me, but you already knew to hate me.
A Grunewald, all looked at me with suspicion. What was it for them, Mary, for colleagues who were constantly to visit you? What was it for you ? The daughter of French nobility, been brought up by the luxuries and amusements, without prejudices, without rules. And we blame him? I was not that what, after all, but then gave the blame to those walls in which I believed to be trapped.
Living in your home drove me crazy. Without you I could not do anything, not even go out and get some 'air in the courtyard, and I did not do nothing but spend their afternoons in the library to read or Wunderkammer in the company of stuffed birds that had driven.
I hated that feeling of imprisonment, and the blindness that I had learned since David had been killed made me despise anyone who spoke German. Even you, even your best friend, even myself, when I went to open the door to welcome guests.
From the window of your studio saw the leaves dyed the color of blood and fall from the branches of the tree, leaning on the sidewalk. Someone swept off the streets to make them into piles, but immediately jumped on the kids happier than ever, as they ran in order not to be late for school.
I looked at them with disdain, silent and indifferent, without the smile that once lit up my face. Because I thought that smiling did not make sense, now that everything he had fought had slumped on the grave of an old professor reddened the grass of the cemetery.
In my head rang the voice of my promise: "We will stay in Paris forever." I was not able to stay in Paris because I watch that stupid had stuck and, although not to be condemned, I sacrificed my best friend.
I could not forgive myself, and Richard Strauss in the solitude of the pain I ripped the soul and no one could understand my cry for help. I cried alone, hidden behind the doors of the dresser, I shook my head in my hands and I repeated endlessly as I hated that house, how I hated Grunewald, the hated Berlin, because I hated myself.
wanted to help, but I was unable to ask, and no one seemed willing to listen to what I could barely hear.
Autumn was almost over, when you joined you in my room, that time. I I was huddled under the covers.
Neither of us said anything.
sedesti you on the edge of the bed, breathing plan, and I abbracciasti. We stayed like that for minutes, hours, maybe days. In silence, rubbing his face on the deck to dry her tears.
When we came out he had just started to snow.

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Chickadee

Title: Chickadee
Author: cuddlymicch
Brief Introduction: The fanfiction was written based on "Little Bird \u0026lt;3
Marguerite and David are two guys who living in Berlin in 1940. She is French and fights for his ideals, he was born from a mixed marriage, and is not afraid of death. Both have a dream since I was chasing children find the Chickadee. Number
Chapters: 1
Genre: General , Melancholy, Song-fic, Introspective
Rating: Orange
Warnings: Flashfic, One shot,
Complete: Yes
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Chickadee

Little bird, little bird fly through my window,
and find molasses candy,
fly through my window my sugar lump,
and find molasses candy.

-Tell me another one of your stories, Marguerite.
The sky was gray, even though no cloud seemed to have plans to cover this morning.
was curious, thought David, as the color blue that was on a sunny day it disappeared, almost without reason, as soon as something went wrong.
He stood there, the sky, attentive and always ready to hide from the view of some potential danger.
Here, the sky was so in Berlin.
A sovereign, a deity who could reign over the whole world but for an absurd fear of life stood there, watching and hoping to be ignored.
-Marguerite, sing for me.
-What should I sing, David?
The boy smiled, squinting for a moment, his blue eyes. Moved as soon as the straw-colored hair, hiding her face in red cloth of her dress to Marguerite. In his shirt pocket, the gold watch his father ticked insistently. Following the rhythm of the hands, the girl began to sing.
-Chickadee, chickadee fly through my window, chickadee chickadee fly through my window ...
-Me singing still the Isabel you know?
David stroked his face with his thin fingers, a pianist, following the contours of the cheeks and neck, fingering the silver chain that carried hidden under his vest. With the tip of the index examined the edges of his jacket, going several times those of star stuff that his mother had sewn. A year had passed since he had been forced to wear it for the first time, but, nevertheless, had always raised with pride. Besides
Marguerite, walk tall, because what I wore embroidered on the chest was part of him that never would have been ashamed to be.
-When we come back to look for the Chickadee? First-
than you think, David.
The doorbell rang, and its ringing was in the air for several minutes, while Marguerite got up to go to the door.
A pat on the shoulder, was all she had with her before she disappeared behind the curtains of the room overlooking the garden.
heard only one shot, then the quiet footsteps, muffled noises, sighs, whispers, the floorboards that creaked, the curtain that marked a departure, the grass of the courtyard being trampled by the boots.
-Chickadee, chickadee fly through my window ...
The verses of that song they had learned as a child and no longer had forgotten them, even when he started attending the university.
-Captain, here's another one!
Another shot.
Suddenly, he began to feel cold. His blue eyes then turned to the sky, inert, went into hiding under that coat gray that seemed to have dozed off.
With the only ray of sunshine that lit up that morning in Berlin, a nightingale perched on the branch of the peach tree, chirping the song just before she sang Marguerite.

Who knows a bird?
I do,
What does a chickadee chickadee to say?

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** cute Meme taken from leliwen (which is very kind:), I have a bit 'modified and extended to all stories, not only the fic!)!

My history favorite among those I wrote in 2010: Azz. Big question a million euro! XD Of course there is not one, because I write on various fandoms and each is important in its own way. I would say: " Alvida " which closes the collection " Maharajakumar - Chura Liya dil ko jo you Tumno " because it is a dense story and I think the most well-written, "Among Leo and Libra "because it was the first fic on the Golding's books ever written, and then has a very special value for me and "Sliding Love" because ... is beautiful, simply! \u0026lt;3

My best story of 2010 " Nutshell", in Golding's fandom, because it's very close to the book from which it is taken, and "Alvida " As mentioned above, I think it is better written than ever in 2010. \u0026lt;3

My story most underrated of all: a lot!? XD Most?! XD I'm not an author who receives many reviews, so I would not know that say or choose. XD Of course, all the stories remained at zero were - alas - underestimated. We covered all the fandom of "The Edge of the Earth . But I realize that, not knowing fandom, the people unreviewed (and read).

My funniest story : Oh! XD "The Old Woman and the Witcher" and "Hunting Cock! "vie for first place, because it is always Gege Gege, and it is impossible not to love him! But would put us in third place for sure, "The Rebel " \u0026lt;3

My story sexiest : * giggles * " Christmas with your family ... "re-* chuckles *. The fandom "Milly, a day after another" and, in particular, those two there (Arthur and Thomas) know how to always give me satisfaction! \u0026lt;3

The story was written by myself, whether I will " Sand Star", probably. Forced me into a writing session compulsive. But " Rondo Veneziano " came off in a loose and fast! \u0026lt;3

My story has completely turned my perception of the characters : No, I think. At the end of my vision "of the characters is now established for some time and will not change. At most, " Christmas with your family ... "allowed me to think of a greater introspection of Thomas, but nothing more. : 3

The biggest surprise: the series "Star Sand . '_' has had a following that I would never have expected. I certainly did not Numeron in reviews, but its warmth and quality of those comments, well, surprised me a lot and made me a pleasure enoooooooooorme! \u0026lt;3

The biggest disappointment : T_T I wanted to finish the series "Love & Life " and collecting " To the Ends of the Earth . I did not. * Goes to make circles in the corner *

worst My story: I premise that I only write stories that are strongly convinced (at the level of plot, characters, and what I want to convey) and I do not give up until it reached the form that I want. So in the end, I do not consider any of my stories 'the worst', otherwise I would not have published. XD At best, one in which 'I' less \u0026lt;3. And maybe I would say "La Lupa . Mostly because the idea was to soak for too long of waiting to be written, which has a few 'lost from the initial idea.

The hardest story to write " Alvida". God is my witness, I spent a lot and for a week, the end of his writing, I have not touched the paper. ° _ °

story easier to write : those set in the fandom of "The Witcher . Simply because X3 is Gege Gege, and write about him (and his grit) is the most simple and pleasant could happen to me to do. \u0026lt;3

The awards in 2010: ** I won the " Picta! Fanfiction - Best Erotica " with a story about Captain Tsubasa. (XD the story was not written in 2010, and hence were valid even those already published, so, yay for me! \\ O /) - and won, in the eleventh round of the Forum "awards Never ending story", such as 'Best POV ' and 'Best Scene Erotica ' with "Between the Lion and the Libra "\u0026lt;3

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This is the little ambitious project started by our class, about a month ago.
The theme we chose is the contemporary China, the story is a series of short stories by some guys who have known the prison of Chengdu and want to let others know about their lives.
It 'been a grind, yes, it must be admitted, but it was worth it (:
Happy reading \u0026lt;3

Pyon!

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While Mr. Martin expects that we do have ADWD (WHEN ?!?!?! * cries desperately *), will arrive in April - finally - the ** television series ASOIAF!
*____* I have already looked at the cast, but not all satisfy me, I will tell you the truth. Okay, obviously you always see the made-up characters, but, like, Kit Harington (ie Jon Snow) seems a bit 'too much ... '_' Strong and ... Jon had curly hair?! ° _ °
Thumbs down for Lena Heady: too little slut and the expression too little to Cercei XD. Bella is beautiful, no rain, but on the face do not read the perfidy of our blonde queen.
XD And then, Aidan Gillen is too fascinating to make Petyr Baelish! Come on! But much! XDDD

Thumbs up for most of the others I've seen so far, in particular:
- Sean Bean as Ned * _ *. Perfect for me! Only, they should make him the hair a bit 'darker XD.
- Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Jaime Lannister. * _ * Has its own face (from Paraculo) by Jaime. ** Very fascinating.
- Peter Dinklage as Tyrion Lannister. The term intelligent Tyrion, his cunning. * _ * I've found a lot to how I imagined it.
- Harry Lloyd as Viserys Targaryen. O_O I'm impressed, because just as I imagined him! Same!
- Maisie Williams. ** Arya small, face to weasel. See the screencap of her duels with Syrio Forel was bellerrimo T_T

Sandra Our Mastiff, XD I reserve comment until I see it in action! * Grins * And
poiiiii *____*
When I saw the cast party is the Squee * w *
There's also Jamie Sives! *___* * indicates Apple will interpret the icon * Jory Cassel! *______* (XD yeah, I know that Jory is a bad end * cries *, but that is not so much who dies in ASOIAF? ! XDDDD). Happy to find him too, because I like it a lot as an actor!
XD then! Before Christmas it happened LOL!
I was going to university, and I was queuing in front of the elevator to go upstairs. Fila longish, I began to wait. At that moment, I realize that one of the gentlemen who were waiting in front of me ... Sives looks like in a scary way. XD so much so that if I was not sure Sives is a Scottish actor, and certainly there would be at the Federico II ... XD I WOULD HAVE ASKED THE AUTOGRAPHS! (And I azziccato na 'figures' and shit! XDDD)