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Encourage people to me now, upset by the snow.

It is winter.

This is nature.

Just because the person driving must necessarily, but the weather must be him not subordinate. What an arrogant, brash attitude that is. Moreover
was announced before snow days, you could have set it.
And why do you get upset and complain about something that can not be changed. The nature of craps on people and their tight schedules. It snows, from finished. Whether you just quickly want to go somewhere. One would have to think about beforehand. It snows, it snows more, the roads are smooth and all transport companies to closely timed to deal with it.
Then they will just shift gears back time and take the situation so as it is.
Stay one eh no choice. No matter how much you ^ ^
swears.
I look forward to the snow and meet with whingers (arrogant, I admit) serenity.
is better for the nerves and for the state of mind.
My word for Christmas.
Amen. ;)

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Just another meme

Today I mix all times daring author and work (shit, I'm such a bad Sau) and answer a meme, which I was passed from chemical panic .

The procedure: first
Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
second I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate.
third You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4th You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post
5th When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.


first To what extent would extend your life differently, you were only 170 cm tall?
Definitely in some aspects. I have to hit an unbeatable knack for Me the Head of items that would not have been guaranteed in the way, I would not be incompatible with many buildings. It can of course never say which service areas and brain centers as well get a few in the face, but perhaps because I have lost a major talent that would have revolutionized my life. Or I am some formerly formative memories lost that I know no more. Perhaps also the ability to smell of people who go to bed with wet hair is gone to experience complete.
Okay, now once again a serious one hand, it would have been a difference for me, less than "Wow, you're great," registered in terms of personality analysis to be. I used to have much more of a man who is respected on the one hand and reluctantly highlighted the other hand, because not really "relevant" criteria. I think that helped me in my timid Art in contact with new people is often difficult. A second aspect is the fact - if I remember correctly - that at least 2 / 3 of my ex-relationships, and many potentially interested parties regarding their reasons "I like big men" in peto had. In this respect, relationships, and a man known to characterize such properties in their initial impression so random way to play a role, I would perhaps have been with 170cm together with all other creatures and it would have developed differently. Man can not remember, you can not remember.

second Did your Gender research at your own Identitfikation (not only in terms of gender) somehow changed?
Generally yes. While I do not know exactly in what way. Maybe it has cleared me of having some perceptions / fixed points of my identification or extended.
I'm still as true cisgender male, it has not changed much, but the properties that are necessary or reasonable to me to blur lately in mind. I notice it mainly because I apprehend people around me or how I behave towards them could without me, "spurious" or "not myself" in them. I miss such as (but "will" has been for months so) increasing attention for men / women in specific, when I'm out and people watch or see on the way. Just so on Attraktivitä t / visual interest related. I used to be really pure "girl" jumped as a feature in the eye. Meanwhile, there is simply no difference between male and female in terms of who I notice. Sometimes all the clarity of what sex a person has now blurred because the features are not as clear. But mostly I think it very binary. I think much less about sex (the act, not the concept) to later in the day, this is quite a relief.
I describe this because I am currently not a concept / no plan than what I had myself so accurately identified and what I'm attracted me feel (I find always an important factor). Like others I perceive is therefore of the firm grip of what I come back to myself.

third Which text (not necessarily literary) has in you at first use probably provoked the strongest reaction, and what One was that? Has your mind changed somehow?
Escape from Freedom by Erich Fromm. I then read in the ethics class with about 16 "must" - I wanted it pretty quickly and simply - and it has felt my thinking be cracked like a walnut. I think I have then considered quite clever and quite clarified. Of these, it has thankfully been very much broken. I can say with the best will not even remember what it was, or thesis statement or whether any somehow, but I can only really remember from then reflected, and with change of perspective thinking about myself, others and all the rest. The period before that feels quite often very instrumental. But this is of course the smooth finishing of my memory.
The reaction or the feeling I can describe from memory just as the impression at one time to discover one eye, which had previously simply stared straight ahead and now slowly starts to look around.
Alternatively, I would have liked to say now, of course, simple: millions of legions (unplugged) 4 of Fanta But the writing is so short.

4th What would you do if you a mad scientist miss the ability of the figures would change?
I would be vanishingly small, and as particles floating through any crack in the door and windows to watch some people in their everyday lives small. If they are not there for a cat and / or naked man eat things out of their refrigerators and kip on her sofa, until they get home. Sometimes a train set and go to the next town.

5th What problems, findings and changes would be so grateful if you up for two hours in stark imprison exclusion laws of physics with the one you were at 18, in such a white, padded old-calming Hab-me-love-room of a mental hospital in 1978 would be? Whether you are informed of the operations or you can completely obscure the fact you had left.
This could be now in the sense of understanding which would existential metaphysical problems occur / happen / cast or in the sense of "What would you do?". I suppose once all unashamedly number 2

I 'd like to say now that I take my time and myself just with prior information that I am I, beat up a hundred and twenty minutes as correct. What the issues and changes would probably enormous confusion, hospital stays and stylishly inclined face. But that would somehow not the real thing. But it has an amazing charm. But it sounds as if I had any grudge against me even at 18, I have not cope with or overcome. In fact, I would find just the opportunity to make me rock in the first time in my life to fight so right and then even to myself what's already had. Would also guarantee to knowledge, but I can not estimate precisely.
Other versions of this scenario would of course make out with myself to sleep, or run an extensive entertainment and finally resolve the question again, if you really with itself is always of one mind when it comes to the opportunity with itself to really talk.

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; you like me?

Ooookay.

letter. I write. That's already good. Great. Really. But why do I start something new?

Why?

I mean, I can already say with considerable probability bordering on certainty that this new document is a torment started on my hard drive. There is not even a plot. Not even an idea for a plot, just totally senseless and unrelated scenes. Wat should I do with it?

PS: For more than pity it is enough content here somehow never ...

Then I save the time I start my new ... ADL (spawn of boredom) as a pure backup from here. My Mac makes antics. I hope he still keeps up by the spring.


Title: do you like me?
Subtitles: The last year
Type: short miniseries
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Drama, Romance
characters: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, Lily Potter
Pairing: LM / NM; SS / LP hinted at -> canon precisely, LM / LP indicated
Rating: P16
Warning: Character study; canon; Lemon Warning: No
Content: The last year under Voldemort's reign brings together four people in very different ways.

A / N: Canon, IC, avoidance of stereotypes, despite a few side blows. The theme of "arranged marriage" me, especially in relation to Lucius and Narcissa have always been interested. I liked it but so far no reaction. I also indulging my love of history with this really possible pairings and unusual constellations of character, even if this is being addressed only in passing.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling, WB, and all the other owners, from books to merchandise. Similarities with other works, whether original or fan fiction are not intended.

you like me?
A fan fiction by Lucindana Sakurazukamori

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on it, a pain towards the light rustle, far larger than mine is.

(Kassandra)

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people. Human breathing, grunting men, women panting, grunting and elves in the midst of the chaos their mask-like makeup and their masterly brilliant parents. Narcissa wished that she would black out. A Fainting, fits the stereotype. But you would not wish today, on their day be met.

As so often it was all about the others.

the family.

She smiled, as she herself had wanted it no other way. This

said she over and over again and yet she was not able to convince himself. Was this now as a good, or be seen as a bad sign? This question remained unanswered and Narcissa frittered away more time, gave himself up to a further impossibility, by trying not to think.

From the corner of her eye she looked at her husband.

Lucius leaned away from her, to his interlocutors. Old men who just regurgitated. He had heard her words but a hundred times, have all the old stories of the old blood, as she is His attitude reminded her escape. The flight, which did not succeed and now it was too late.

strudel. Apple pie on the table and around a vortex of even more people, faces and crazy gifts. In hanging like a Damocles sword the blame in the eyes of her father.

"Are you sure, Princess?" He asked. Again and again. When he pray that they would deny some point. Where he himself had presented it as Lucius Malfoy is the perfect choice and touted normal. Well, her mother had taken the praise, but her father had been very busy in agreeing to it.

"I'm fine, Father." Narcissa had smiled. Her mouth had hurt it. me You will not lose , had added to the silence of their thoughts and hoped that they are not self-deceived.

Everything for the family.

She admired and hated in equal Andromeda for what she had done. Blow. But why in the world with a Muggle? Not even a half-breed, a Muggle. Bellatrix 'angry roar echoed by.

Bella. Her sister was far more callous than themselves even before the scandal shot at all to the surface of the public was - and it was only a matter of days - Bella had thrown himself on the first-best and create on their own compensation. The scandal had to be counteracted. Narcissa looked shortly after her brother, who was lost at the edge of the crowd as he still does not know what was happening. The wedding of Bellatrix Black Lestrange Rodolphus had with the young waves struck. But the waves were not high enough.

Lucius Malfoy was a good match, but also as hard to place, as he showed remarkably little interest in certain directions. Perhaps one reason why, for by his family from the consent This arrangement was done quite quickly.

Narcissa suddenly wondered who her husband really was.

sagged somewhat collapsed. Down, deeper and deeper. She stared at her plate and the overloaded blinked. She was barely twenty years old, married to a man she was completely foreign. Today moved, out of the home of her childhood in a house which was strange to her to people she did not know.

chairs scraping across the floor. Music and dance. Swirling robes. Her own perfume tickled his nose. Babbling songs, violent gestures. A bang. Quiet whispers. Warm words that sounded cold. Steps. Creak. Stairs. A room, a bed. Curtains, the quietly moving in the wind.

Lucius closed the window, Narcissa the door. She put the bolt in front. Behind her she heard the crackle of a freshly ignited fireplace. Slowly, she turned and floated the moment.

you were alone.