... and a happy new year.
I wish you much fun when celebrating with your families or friends, good food, the fireworks and everything good and beautiful in the new year.
Rating: G
Paring: None
Genre: Supernatural / HP
Summary: The Ministry of Magic, the special needs the talents of the Winchesters.
Professor McGonagall did not think much of the practice of the Ministry to hire Muggle-hunters. They sought out the desperate, those who could not say no, and of which only the Competent. You could help so many more but it was not interested in the ministry.
The school principal knew there was no sympathy for the Muggle-hunting, which brought the Aurors to help them.
For almost two hundred years ago there was the law that magicians do not hunt just about anything were allowed, which crawls and flies in the dark and made trouble. There had been large losses among themselves overestimated civilians, saying that the teaching presented in magical creatures, and VgdK to himself or to cope with a nightmare with a flock Banjees. Since then allowed to proceed
only Aurors against malicious magical beings. A practice which had proved successful, but has repeatedly led to staff shortages, if the magic was called for police in times of unrest like to Grindelwald or Voldemort two more ascents.
However, the Act reached only for Magician. Muggles were not mentioned and so hired in times of crisis, the Ministry of Muggle-hunters who are lawless vampires, demons escaped from the dungeon dimensions, Undead, etc. care.
The trade was made with those who had sold their soul to a crossroads demon.
Either they bought back the soul, demons loved magical artifacts, and power stones.
Or if there really was no other way, killing them the hell dogs that have been sent, until the sun rose and went out of contract claim with the dawn.
through such a deal had brought the ministry of an American hunter on his salary slip, Dean Winchester, and in a 2 for 1 bargain his brother Samuel, who was not part with his only remaining family member.
The Winchesters were a year working for the ministry, and hunt dangerous creatures in the forbidden forest, if necessary, even where it is otherwise in Scotland, to Dean's contract due and the Aurors would gather around him. In order to protect him from the hell dogs wanted to tear down his soul.
Until then, they would live in an old house Hagrid and McGonagall remembered with a shudder how interested the 5-7 grader had looked to the older, very attractive brother.
It would be a tough year.
fin
So, I was, once again over oncomment_fic and was today / yesterday
(in America there yesterday) was prompt: A scene, a story
whatever, in three sets. Here is the original Challenge post: http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/187668.html .
This is the sentence that I liked Muse:
And here the result: (my former German teacher mö GE excuse the excessive use of commas )
For obvious reasons I can yes oncomment_fic not post.
Rating: G
Title: for too short a track
Fandom: Good Omens / Good Omens
Paring: Crowley / Zira
Aziraphale looked around Crowley's living room while he stroked with one hand comfortingly
over the wild, dark tuft on his lap and with the Other
the soothing, cold washcloth on the forehead and the eyes of the demon continued.
The poor boy had murderous headache, something for which the angel but felt something
responsible, and finally it was the B ERÜ had brewed Bibles issuers of cards in the bookstore Ziras
his friend the infernal hellish migraine.
But if he so looked around, in an apartment facing the tastefully-decorated blue
was overwhelming with their lush plants, then felt the angel resembles so much
Eden, even he got homesick and Croweys willingness to expose themselves to the Bibles
when he just something or someone could be heavenly for closer
understood only too well.
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For a long break again a record. I think I'll retroactively post some garden pictures, so far I had not been added.
Now the current: I've decided to finally find myself a flat. It is long overdue.
What I have not expected is how difficult it is to find something here in the perimeter and that is still affordable then.
Yesterday I was on a visit, find another 7 other people was there. OK, which were only 5 other interested parties and the rest of the crew, but for the small apartment was far too much. There were 36 square meters for 200 cold, 90, - € additional costs + cost of the cable connection to take the needs and heating costs. The apartment was microscopically, since they also went around the corner, what only a single 2-meter wall for a wardrobe made. The only window looked north and it was very narrow. In other words, it was cramped and dark. So that was a flop.
Then another apartment with 64 square meters for 375 € + the cold just now mentioned costs. The same house and the owner, just next door. The apartment was nice and bright and big, but also for the situation (the main street and a church with loud bells in the neck) and the age of the house, it was too expensive.
* sigh * I'll keep looking, there must be still more dwellings.
That's it it for now. I wish you all an air-conditioned, shady spot and a cold drink. :-)
crimson_antics on May 25th, 2010 12:03 pm (local) prompted
Supernatural, any / any, Castiel was not the one who saved Dean from perdition.
Title: Still without a title. Suggestions?
Genre: Drama?
Charas: Dean Crowley
Rating: PG-15 because of the mention of hell Gore.
Paring: None
Disclaimer: They belong to Kripke and Pratchett / Gaiman
666
Dean did not know if he should be thankful that blood to taste in his mouth . On the one hand, it was said that he had not Alastair again cut the tongue out so he could still pitiful whimper. On the other hand, blood and ashes are the only things he had tasted for years, and Dean could hardly remember how, for example, tasted a piece of cake.
Dean's head hung forward and sticky red dripping from his chin. He saw the drops by, since he would then see what she would fall. The remains of his innards from Alastair's last visit before he healed him after work again at all. He would have for the next time a white screen in front of him. But at the moment, the demon was absent after an almost casual blow that cost Dean a canine tooth and the promise to come back soon.
licked something go sometime Dean's leg and he took a moment to realize that none of the ubiquitous Flame was. Now he saw it to the ground and saw the flashes of light on the gray-red background, the upward righting body of a constrictor. She was so tall and strong like a Python, but without the typical pattern and continuous green. She swung her head furtively to right and left, and hissed at him then.
"Dean Winchester?"
Dean did not answer for now. Despite its existing tongue. Although he was not surprised as he would have been on earth, to be approached by an animal. Down here there were things which could not even imagine Hieronymus Busch. But that meant not that he is with half a pear - would maintain or oversized with a snake - the waving around a violin fell out of the tiny, naked people.
Especially not with the so devious as Lefty Schlemihl from Sesame Street had, the one always trying to sell an X for a U turn or to any other letter.
addition to power there were in hell. "If you ask that?"
"Shh, not so loud."
Dean had only once close her eyes and breathe deeply. Down here not a pleasant experience, but necessary, if he did not want to be hysterical. He was just a whisker of collapse and this was almost too much.
When Dean opened his eyes again was something else before him. A human-shaped, dark-haired businessman in an expensive tailored suit and he looked disgusted down at his Italian leather shoes and where he stood. Only the yellow snake eyes he had left intact even if they disappeared behind a pair of sunglasses now.
"My name is not important, law-makers man The reason for my being here is much more relevant for you."
He stared at Dean penetrating, at least took it to Dean. What he had seen in the reflection of the tinted glasses are presented, completely around the eyes to keep away decisively.
"I have a strong interest to prevent the next apocalypse. The last was annoying enough. I do not care to repeat. Especially since the new anti-Christ hanging around on the beach of a tropical island rather than me and my business partner to help. "
He was righteous indignation. Well, actually, just shocked, the other was not part of his job description.
"Therefore Offered I give you a deal on. The very last deal you'll get the ever offered. Before you break before you destroy the first seal and the metaphorical rock ball to roll bring to us all crushed in the best of Indiana Jones style. I can I get you out of here. "He made a portentous pause, let the sink. When he was sure to have left reasonable impression, "he continued. "And you stay fucking alive and doing no other deals with more demons crossing." He grabbed Dean at loggerheads with one hand and with the other he pulled his sunglasses from his face. Dean stared now forced into the slot-like reptile eyes and felt the words of the demon in his mind burned. "Here in the hell are you a danger to the whole of creation on earth and the department about it. Let you never look here again. "In that moment Dean felt like the old demon was and how seriously he meant it. He would destroy Dean's soul more completely than the destruction of those factors, what was important to risk. Then was the moment passed and he was just such a normal-looking, half-silk traders of his sales pitch continued.
Dean swallowed hard and listened attentively.
"But ... you get back your soul. And can your brother, watching the boy king and protect him from the henchmen of the morning star. Does not sound like a deal that would make a Winchester? "
666
Dean struggled for nearly two months from its shallow grave and tried, unsuccessfully, by reason of the stench and attached to hand over corruption and sulfur. Breathing heavily and with scars on his legs and torso, from the cursed hell dogs Dean blinked into the light of a blue sky. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
end
Paring: Sam / Gabriel
Rating: PG
Spoiler:" It's a Terrible Life "4x17
Disclaimer: If they were me, I would credit ratings as screw up, it would be suitable only for viewers over 18. But not because of creepy. Hehe.
Note: Another thing for the memes. ^ ^
Sam Wesson worked for 3 weeks for the sand Over Bridge & Iron Company, and it was not shake the feeling that something was done properly. Since unexplained appeared to people on the work he did not know and did not want to know but if he expected the least with them, he saw one or more of you in the corner of the eye private life. In the small restaurant on the corner where his morning coffee, brought in the Laundromat where he washed his clothes and still too early ironing at home even if he had a washing machine, (it seemed just right so) to work on the train. It was as if they would pursue him. And talk about him. Sometimes he even dreamed about when she stood under the windows of his apartment and stared up, empty-face expressions.
Meanwhile he was time that he only went to work and otherwise not voluntarily appeared before the door. The police did not believe him, perhaps because he and his body did not look as if he could not defend himself, at least they said they would need only a little more substantial. Stolen Post, poisoned pets, threatening phone calls .. As far as Sam would not let come. He tried several times to grab one of his pursuers, but they disappeared around corners or in crowds, especially since changes affected the faces, there were now no longer always the same, making it difficult for Sam to get hold of her.
The only one of you every now and then he saw was a blond man in the middle is always a bar of chocolate or other sweets in his hand and grinned at him impudently when he noticed him, and promptly disappeared when Sam came up to him. Just like that. Poff * *. That was scarier than the rest which gave half-hearted effort, but could also be honest, he did not hide at least he vanish like Houdini.
Sam had not yet been able to talk to him, but he knew he was not as common as the rest of his stalker. But his grin was too suggestive.
And Sam had always had a soft spot for blonde with chocolate brown eyes. The next time he saw him, he would invite him to a coffee, maybe he could tease out of him what was going on here. Or something that would make him forget the whole thing to know for a pleasant night.
Fin.
“Somebody´s watching me” von “Rockwell”
I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey hell I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone
And...
I always feel that somebody's watching me
Tell me is it just a dream?
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid
When I'm in the shower, I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...
I don't know anymore
Are the neighbors watching me
Well is the mailman watching me
And I don't feel safe anymore, oh what a mess
I wonder who's watching me now?
Who?
The IRS?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy
Who's playin' tricks on me?
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell me who can it be?
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see for the rules: moirin-keeline.livejournal.com/28840.html
This time:
Fatboy Slim - Praise You
We've come a long long way together
Through the hard times and the good
I have to celebrate you baby
I have to praise you like I should
I have to praise you
Fandom : Due South
Paring : Fraser / Ray K.
Disclaimer: They belong to the Alliance and Pauls.
Title: Gratitude
Fraser was - if he was honest and he tried to be in principle, at least to himself and to the extent permitted even the politeness to others - except ; ergewöhnlich grateful.
his life he had spent more or less alone, and although he finally in America at that time his best friend Ray Vecchio was met and was so still that of Ray Kowalski was the first time the feeling of belonging was. Ray Vecchio was a very good friend but he had his big, busy family, and had to give this his attention. But Ray K. was alone and basically just there for him and after the search of Franklin's hand even more. They had been in the ice depend on each other to survive and they were also previously had been through bad times and glorious times. Ray was eventually always stayed with him. Something that he wanted to pay tribute. He would give Ray something this from the people around her - his father, his ex-wife - and yet so rarely got awaited praise, recognition and ... Love.
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