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More than just a dream come True. (Happy B*Day Adu!♥)

Title: More than just a dream as True
Author: moi! ♥
Beta: the wonderful, talented, very good sanzina89 GRAZIEEEH> \u0026lt; ;
Fandom: Generation Kill
Characters: Nate Fick, Brad Colbert
Warning: Slightly Slash, potentially saccharine, written after a weekend without sleep.
Word Count: 740
Note: For various reasons, I am not here to repeat my cyber gift for dear Adu, eide_oconrad , coming only now! (Actually the reason is only one and that is the worst cc) On the other hand had a life that I had to write this fic and I'm really glad I did this big step for my dear Adu. I just want to tell you all the best in the world and I'm sorry as I am and always arrabbiamri forget and be moody and things, because you are one of the things that I will never forget and never ever want you all good of the world - and a little 'I miss you. (The units of the title Loving Minnie Riperton you \u0026lt;3)

the corner of the eye where no one sees him sitting mates cock would look a few yards away, a few meters closer to sunset.

No one looks down there, but Brad and weak smiles, with a certain unawareness, welcomes its very complexity, welcoming than that of the other, with the helmet on his head and his head drooping, it seems almost as stupid as everyone else.

it was not safe. He had passed a line, defended the wrong idea, made a mistake. A miscalculation, a sin of pride. It was said, and if he said it really did not believe in spite of not believing and hung his head and twisted her hands on each other and let down his rifle and if the order had been less loyal and sensible would also have removed jacket and pack and everything else because it seemed that everything, everything, did not do anything but make it smaller and that did not stifle it.

Brad sits tearing Nate alienating his desperate isolation. And Nate startled if he had not other things to think and if he had other things to think maybe you would have time to think to hide those two or three tears of anger, and be seen to place, like a top and maybe a long breath after returning from his men and give directions, advice, things, and then apologize to the superior and hoping that everything, everything goes better with the sun in your face, fifteen hours a day sitting in the cart, disgusting, busy thinking about the length of his mustache would never worn.

Brad feels confused by moist eyes, big and blue and would never have expected, or maybe she knew perfectly well that only.

Why Nate knew he was too honest, too pious and too naive to act in that way and be sure to have acted properly. Because he knew that he was too smart and civil.

They look barely into his eyes and everything is so clear that neither has the force of a word and only Nate is able to take off his helmet and jacket and hugging each order knees like a stupid kid. Brad has never seen it, but it upsets him less than others, it will not be a problem if the lieutenant did it out of the pot, it is not, Lieutenant, Lord, sir. That there's nothing wrong, Lieutenant, and if it was her, she did not do it, who did? And it was just, Lord, was absolutely right. That is not a problem at all because, sir, from the rest of his to the end and all the rest, Lord, I promise, yes, I promise. Promised.

Nate goes to him his perfectly straight nose and her eyes are all in another place, but seems to have understood and Brad blushes and Nate responds with a little grimace, smile a little depressed and Brad takes an expression that recognizes and feels breathe again, and look Nate becomes severe and very sweet and wise and the lips take a neutral form.

Brad clears his throat, when we seem to hear the voices and the hum of the cock-eating and laughing and everything else, because despite the great desert and the sun and stay warm by dry, not sure of the place where it is, and because of these thoughts for the first time she opens her mouth and gives air time to do.

" if I could find anywhere, Lord, I was wondering - If you could, where would be?"

Nate stares at him for a few seconds, then sits straight on, with his legs crossed and his chin up and off into the sunset and Brad starts laughing and laughing and even Nate is not Nate, which is laugh out loud at that one yet has a nice sound and look good and Brad are expected to drop in any time thinking about how ridiculous the hypothetical possibility of wanting or being able to find anywhere but in that place, with that light and those shouting and fatigue on the shoulders and low blood pressure and doubts, the doubts Oh, and then Nate's is closer and touches his face with his hand, and then a few meters closer to the sunset, where none of the companions cock look, where Brad has problems to express themselves, where Nate laughs out loud or dangles like a stray dog, here, Nate kisses him.

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Some time ago, Maki has launched a contest on imaginative, entitled Arsenic and Old Lace, the classic yellow, which I was co-judge, since I also love this genre.

I results came out a little 'time ago, with great satisfaction of both the overall record and the very high level of many stories. This has led to an idea Maki BRILLIANT : Create an ebook with the stories and place it on the market. " E 'can, in fact, not only download the book from the site that opened the contest, but also by Lulu (where you can also request a printed copy).

Why make a downloadable ebook for free of charge?

Simple: because the profits - if there ever will be - will be donated to Emergency.

c''è For now, only a link for free, so if you want before you even look at it the other choice, if you want, you can do very well!

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You don't like me but you love me, either way you're wrong.

Title: You do not like me But you love me Either way you're wrong.
Author: zoedriver
Fandom: Theodosia (Greek Mythology) ♥
Characters: Zeus & Ganymede
Warning: Slashina Au, and essentially, as required todosiana tradition!
Word Count: 1030
Quote: "You do not like me But you love me Either way you're wrong"
Figure Rhetoric: Polisindeto
Word: Crystal
Note: For notes, I refer you to 'Last post by sleepo_galz . In short, if you're wondering "Why '?" There you can find an answer (or so)! ♥

And so ended up staring at the spot where the sand and became nothing, it becomes? What?
And then looked at him and his little arms wrapped around the small body and wondered how he could have this crazy little thing, more or less of its creation - which ironically was the same dizzy thinking about it, and if possible would blamed alcohol or lack of sleep, but we had really thought about it, reaching the corner of self-consciousness that made him doubt everything and made him doubt that he is alive, crazy, lonely. - She could give birth to something so much. Ganymede
And while chewing something, his shirt wrinkled sand which fills the morning or evening in the folds like a statue and a drapery of old times, and when he looks at the bottom all with her crystal eyes and loves and hates everything and loves and hates anything and Zeus is convinced and persuaded, almost certainly, certainly could be, but does not want to not feel like it would be boring and predictable and too much even for him - is to be remembered as different from others, it's like at the end wins, wins wins, against all reasonable doubt has the better, as it should do over there at their own level with their own rules & ndash it would be really boring sure, but what I believe is that it has nothing inside, nothing at all and that the first impression, that of the statue with her eyes and drapery glass, was the best first impression you've ever had to a god on earth, now and forever forever and ever, Amen.
With the sand in your hair and the sand and the sun in his eyes, eyes and throat and straight into his eyes beautiful, amber color.
Ganymede hands him something that takes hold in your hand to prevent the wind and the sand and the ruin seems to say with that voice as a teenager, says
"You want some? 'Zeus and could answer no, that is all that's left of his unearthly purity, that the gods are bare and devoid of this stigma, and that eating is not in the Aristotelian category of its possibilities. But smiles.

He thought too many things together, all things together in the world and could not do unless they come up with the most empty, because it sounded sweeter.
"This is just what you are and nothing else. Not that, you know, not that there are people who can explain what is in two or three words "Zeus
hesitate. Knock down a sip of water. The cafeteria is empty because they are six in the morning. And 'that's what they always do when you tell the truth? This is not.
"What?" Ganymede needs attention like a puppy sociopath. Requires responding to a question that has no place. He had never known anyone that. And he had never met anyone who could stay up all night walking and fuck and feel, and then being told what he had heard he had drunk his coffee, after smoking a cigarette.
And we had never thought about it, but it was true, and everything was, it was. Summarized.
"Nothing, nien - I wondered. How old are you. "Zeus feels as if it had lost its shine. Humanly tired and limited to a number of thoughts obvious and predictable reactions, which has never been. Ganymede smiles, the eyes of crystal, and supports the cup on the table, sticky and sloppy diner.
"That is a problem for you?" Zeus smiled, and damn you and ask how we can be happy and upset.
"You're just like a fish, you're not?" She asks, pierced by two blades of golden glass, Ganymede and yet the torture, the torture again, nothing personal, and sometimes it's really hard being right.
"I'd like to be like me?"
Ganymede smiles. For the first time it looks sweet, as if he had something hidden and often not understood is that, it says Zeus.
Quell'inetto his own son would not need to miss this informative found, the late father of the boy in love with a perfect crystal and gold, the boy unable to love.
"Do not go away. It becomes like - "It's
would really wonder who has in mind is that if you really want or care if it was not omnipotent, or if he did not care at all and he wants to ruin the surprise.
and Ganymede looks and it's like do not watch those eyes, crystal eyes, and is not responsible and has no reaction and all the things in this world no one has ever behaved in this way, anyone who knew or who do not know, he was able to recognize whether its authority and the rest. And what made him mad.
"You do not like you at all," he murmurs, his lips with the cup with that expression of naive arrogance mixed with ignorance mixed with courage mixed with a vacuum.
"Do not you like me, but I adore. You can not help it. You love me just as you love the sun and the rain makes you sad, you love sweet things and not love and so on. It is genetic. It's the way things are going, and that's it. What can you do. Will you come with me? "
Sure, sure, the fact is that - that things did not go exactly like that, and now while shaking the hand of Zeus crystal eyes gold in the palm, and the child does not understand, understands nothing, now that things have a shape, a different fragrance until it no longer even things, nor anything and now that is not who asked the question that is really asking, and this is the only way possible, the unique force of the supreme and omniscient, the father, to do anything. The only way we can. Asking.

"It's not that I left behind, right? I think - I love you. I love you, love you. "