San Paper Versus Steel Wool

Christmas

I will say one thing to counter: I want a porn scemetta. A fuck the good feelings and spirit of Christmas. I want a bitch that makes a whore. u_u down with the poetry.

I also found things so cool on Deviant. And I'm crazy about Assassin's Creed. u_u

is not much of a period.

How Much Weight Does A Paddle Boat Hold

Birth of a fan that is: the spread of the Doctrine Holmesian

Good evening people!
I am here today to talk a bit 'of my own ... Yes, I know ... not that you might be interested, but I want to make everyone involved in the extraordinary event that has happened today, that's my home.
I finally got the DVDs I had ordered, those in the Granada TV with the brilliant Jeremy Brett (I never said to worship the man?), But this event is not unusual but the fact that it began a new fan Holmesian or .... MY MOTHER!
Now ... can not be nothing strange for you, but I can assure you that my mother was completely indifferent / intolerant to any Sherlock Holmes and once refused to see the film in 2009, saying''It's not my usually I do not like Sherlock Holmes''(and this had made me afraid of being adopted)
But let's get the facts: I was preparing to see the long-awaited DVD, of course, alone, when my mother comes over and asks me if I can see it says''''I'd like to see it.
Do you think I could deny the world a Holmesian fan? SH is a common good of all humanity and must be shared with as many people as possible ... even with their mothers.
And then it's never too late to passion!
We have seen''A Scandal in Bohemia,''''The League of Green Gables''and''The greek interpreter.'' Result? Liked him so much, which made me promise to order the other DVDs in the series.
Now I'm thinking of them see the film by Guy Ritchie (I know it would remain enthusiastic) and in the meantime I feel satisfied to have made known the character that I deeply appreciate and admire. If even one person has discovered Holmes THANKS TO ME ... be '... then I would say that my''Campaign to Convert to Holmesian Doctrine''is working: I've done the detective to find out some of my friends but my mother was one in which he placed less confidence ... was a bitch to get but eventually triumphed Holmes, and has captured her!
So a special thanks to me, I was able to convince her.
Jeremy Brett who, with his wonderful interpretation is managed to satisfy it.
And Sherlock Holmes ... through which I discovered, to have at least one thing in common with my mother:) I am

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Untold Story


... I think I will have to prepare for the launch of the stones. Sorry ... It's not slash (and all go away) I hope not too disgustatarvi! I always wondered how it had been the life of Holmes and Watson first meet .... so did that trinkets ...
will have several chapters ... always understand how to create a connection between them! IOE technology to wound us short!

Character: Sherlock Holmes
Genre: Comedy, slice of life
Rating: PG Summary
G:''... I have always gave everything I needed, never give me what I really needed and so I grew up in our society, more attention to appearances than to substance, more inclined to evil than to understand, without having the 'ideal for someone to follow, making it a totally different person from all members of my family.''




The character of Sherlock Holmes is not mine, but was created by the wonderful pen Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (and for that we thank them infinitely)


That my fancy family ...


still are an adult, I happen to think that I was born in the wrong family.
early in childhood, watching the strange and bizarre group of people snob, I was thinking they have nothing in common in my genes, with those people. People who, moreover, riteva to be my relative!
But the wrong note in all this, the real problem was not them but me!
was I to be different, I had absolutely nothing in common with my relatives while they basically it looked like everyone was (and still are) strange, odd, with a particular character to be snobbish aristocrats. I'm the one
different.
I loved my family in my fragmented memories of childhood remember exactly the strong sentiment that bound me to them, feeling that with time he went to deteriorate to disappear, turning into a meek and dutiful affection.
now is a cynical and detached adult, and have them make me so, but in my memories of a child still meeting the familiar figures of my childhood: my father, authoritarian and quick, my mother crazy and bizarre and my brother Mycroft selfishly devoted to the worship of his habits.
My mother Janette Holmes, the woman was the most bizarre I've ever known (and believe me when I tell you, that of strange people I have known very much) was always very strange, unfriendly and frankly has never been a mother figure to me. He always had his head in the clouds and had nothing to do but think of me.
I've always wondered, and often still today I wonder, as my father faccesse to be near her, and he was so strict and severe, the exact opposite of my mother.
In all honesty, I could not see any of my parents because they represent the stereotype of person that I would not look like my mother and my father not too bizarre fantasy. Just
my father, Williams Holmes eminent ophthalmologic London, was a incredibly strict and gruff man, he had about the things you can and can not be done, a code imperious, uncompromising and often refused me permission that I had already been granted by her mother, left with me a sense of disappointment and cancellation.
was so stern and gruff, even when performing some act of uncommon kindness, we could not even thank him because he risked being accused of''svenevolezze.''
And then there was my brother Mycroft, its so incredibly ingrained habits and beliefs, apathetic and lazy to the limits of human endurance. He was always bending over his beloved history books and I looked down on bass, too busy to be a bright teenager to take care of his brother, and in any case if I had paid attention, I would comply with a look of sufficiency, as if having a younger brother was for him a source of unnecessary hassle.
This was the core of my family: father, mother and brother, but my family was actually composed by other members, equally strange and bizarre, that crowded the house in Sussex at the weekend and the villa of London the remaining days.
I had no doubt the most wacky relatives of my mother: the Vernet, French by birth, and that in itself led me to reflect on the degree of vein aristocratic snob that the blood flowed. My mother had an older brother and a younger sister.
My maternal uncles were by far the most extravagant of my mother's memory with special precision Adrien my uncle, a man of many faces that looked like, now to a melancholy romantic, now an unfriendly dissembling, now a snob aristocrat.
was a man of handsome presence, who spoke polished with a slight French accent and wore those ties to its traditional Lavalle (detail that would remain engraved in my memory and would have marked his person). He loved to run behind the skirts to work and actually liked women and Bellavita.
My aunt Francine other hand, was a typical French woman, in her performance snob and how to dress flashy, you could see his aristocratic character. The gossip in fashionable salons was his main occupation and he had the irritating tendency to plump cheeks at inopportune moments.
Even today, despite almost thirty years have passed, I still remember those of his plumed hats, the soft colors and those of her clothes and accessories in pastel crepe de chine. The
Vernet and Holmes were two aristocratic families: the first French snob and artists, patrons and lovers of living the good life. My aunt in his world of frivolous gossip, my uncle exuberant cocotte-loving bachelor, and my mother still with her down to the expensive furnishings.
other hand we had the British Holmes, rich country squires, who owned several villas in Sussex, then moved to the more bustling London and conservatives were more rooted in their customs and their ways, but come to think, even in the British branch of my family was rooted in a light vein of extravagance.
My paternal grandparents were two very strange people, and several times I wondered how they could be parents of the man posed a serious and he was my father.
Harold and Margaret Holmes were two elderly white-haired old men and white and manner friendly and courteous. I still remember, my special relationship with the matriarch of Holmes, who was perhaps the only family that really cares for me.
was a woman, whose face was still lying by a jovial smile, wrapped in an aura of legend that gets lost in the mists of history. He loved art and the walls of his own room, they were charged with copyright lithographs and paintings, exquisite, and the shelves of his library was filled with books of poetry, prose and short stories in literature.
From my grandmother I could always find a courteous and polite gesture, but maintained that Holmes decent rigor typical of us, but never lapsing nell'irritante, such as pinching my Aunt Francine. Not
'' Sherlock worry, do not look after them. When you have a problem come to me''as he always said, referring to a group of rabble strange, that was my bad luck for my family, and I adjust the silk tie, with her gentle manner that only she reserved.
My grandfather Harold was a good man: typically English-looking, with his waxed mustache and favors, gave an idea of stability and security typical British man. He loved alcohol, tobacco and playing cards, and strong, despite the length and the various prohibitions, they had not abandoned its deep-rooted habits and also continued to drink and smoke in the company of his friends in the Club
My grandmother had developed considerable suspicions about him and he often sudden burst in her room, hoping to catch him red-handed.
''Harold! You're not drinking it? You know it hurts!''''
I? Drinking? Margareth, but if I quit drinking two years ago''in fact the grandfather he never stopped drinking, had only good reflexes and limited itself to hide the brandy glass behind his back when my grandmother came, while her friends Club covers it, now linked by a bond of complicity.
This was more or less the family where I grew up: eccentric, aristocratic and a little 'snob.
I have always given everything I needed, without ever really giving me what I needed and so I grew up in our society, more attention to appearances than to substance, more inclined to evil than to understand, without having someone to the ideal of follow, making it a totally different person from all members of my family.
Fortunately for me.




In fact, had long wanted to write something that spoke of their lives before they met, something to fill those questions and those questions about their youth, of which no mention in the Canon. I enjoyed
long time to write the family of Holmes: I wanted a family for him strange, so I marked the snobbery of her relatives in France and the extravagance of the English (because let's face it: he says he has not taken anything from them but actually Holmes A type a bit 'strange, is not it?)
In the Canon says that his parents were country squires, and so I came up with this idea of family is weird but indifferent.

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AAA Wanted Beta


Good evening to everyone: I decided to make an announcement to all those who visit my LJ or see this post (so also no one ...) I'm trying DESPERATELY
a beta! I
on site acting up a lot of Sherlock Holmes and my head is literally invaded by ideas unhealthy (but this is not news) and seeking someone who can control my accuparsi stories to avoid mistakes and above all ... horrors!
Honestly, I was only once by betata Hikaruryu , and I would gladly help again to her, but the girl shows a holy patience in putting up every day with my questions at the limit of deficiency, (believe me on the word questions are deficient REALLY!) and I do not to disturb too much, also I have a lot of fic betare and I can not submerge it to work (otherwise it ends up that is .. and hit me seriously)
However I want a beta! Someone who has a good knowledge of the Canon.
If you are willing to help me .... let me know! (And no one turned up)

bye

Example Letter Of Disconnection Telephone

The greatest suffering can


Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Rating: Pg 13
Genre: Romance Summary
''... I could understand wanting to maintain discretion with others, but I was closer than anyone else and deserve at least to be informed about his investigation. Instead I always felt that barrier that separated us ... even when we were neighbors. Missing
moments of the story''The Adventure of the illustrious guest''

The words in italics are taken directly from the original fee and reported in a more confidential, in practice it gives the''You''.
I hope you will forgive me ... even this is not betata! I am a bit 'in a hurry and I'm trying to post more ff possible, for reasons of time and deadlines ... I hope it is not horrible.





The greatest suffering can






''The closest I had yet heard of any other

always that barrier that divided us''


''L 'Avventura''illustrious reviews











Sherlock Holmes, despite its thin and lanky at times, was in fact an extraordinarily strong. He was skilled in the art of staff fighting, with some knowledge of his past and baritsu boxer and boxer had made him a man of energy and ready for action.
Although I always worried about him and his safety, I knew that my concern was purely subjective, since Holmes was perfectly able to defend himself. However, that afternoon of September 5, 1902 that I thought seriously my heart would stop for fear.
I was between the Grand Hotel and Charing Cross when the dealer on the corner of newspapers, I read a title that made my blood run cold.


AGGRESSION AGAINST MURDERER SHERLOCK HOLMES



The news of the attack shocked me to my friend and I trailed my breath in my throat.
I was seized with a sudden fright and I thought my heart would skip a beat: I thought of what could be his success, and what might be his condition. Soon after, simply, I stopped thinking and I went to travel to Baker Street, while the newsstand dealer cripple me yelling as he was trudging along behind, too busy to be discouraged and fright, I had totally forgotten to pay the newspaper.
coach arrived at Baker Street I found Dr. Oakshott informed me that the stationary state of health of my friend. I went up to her room and when I looked out the door I found Holmes in the twilight of the room, wide awake.
Her figure, slender and lean, was lost in the folds of the cloth and had a bandage on their head, which was spreading a pool of blood filtered through gauze. Watson
''Courage,''he murmured not be so scared as I sat next to him''is not as bad as it seems
''''Thank God,''''I'm quite skilled in
fight with the stick, as you know. I saved all the shots, was the second man that I was overwhelmed.''Holmes
''What can I do? Of course it was that damned individual to organize everything. Just your word and I'm going to crush it by thrashing
''We were dealing with the case of a certain Adalbert Gruner, a scoundrel of the first order rather dangerous, but the anger inside me was so strong for what he had done Holmes to do, I could kill him with my own hands, abandoning my usual composure.
had been attacked in the street by thugs that thug and I could not bear the thought that I had not been with him. I still a man of action, a veteran of the war and I could defend my friend, or at least avoid that would be hurt. Dear old Watson''disse
''and saw a gentle smile widening in the shadows''No, possimo not do anything unless the police lay their hands on those villains. Wait, I have my plans''
See comforted me he was fine and the state of apprehension and anxiety that had gripped me shortly before he was leaving room for a more reassuring feeling of relief, I tried to explain to me these his plans, at least trying to understand what he was going to make him as usual but kept the veil of secrecy and mystery that is too often made me painfully felt distant from him.
I could understand wanting to maintain discretion with others, but I was closer than anyone else and deserve at least to be informed about his investigation. Instead I always felt that barrier that separated us ... even when we were neighbors.
''What plans do you have for the case of Gruner?''I asked, in reply, and he just smiled, turned away with a nonchalant air.
''Holmes? Why not talk to me?''At times I felt like a total stranger and that because of his natural diffidence: If after all these years, Holmes had not yet trust me?
''Do not you trust me?'' I asked again, as I started to feel really offended. In response, the nerve is thin and his hand rested on mine was cold and icy, like that his character that at times I found myself maltollerare. Gently brushed my fingers, going up to the knuckles and the back of my hand were a few moments, then drew back nervously, as if they were burned with a flame, also attempted to conceal the act and brought its attention on the shutters down.
''I trust my Boswell
''sighed in resignation, and tried to be content with that half-truth that was spoken I knew that, at times, I do not reveal its cases for fear that they could stay involved and I appreciate that you care for me, but I am still amazed that he did not understand, that for him I would have taken a bullet in the chest.
''Watson Sai ... is heartening to see that my safety is so dear to you: I think that's why I always return safe and sound''spoke the phrase with a slight hint of irony, even though his eyes still fixed on the window, were serious.
''What do you mean?''''
only if something happens, you will suffer a lot. So despite the difficulties, I always do everything possible to return safe and sound in Baker Street. Why
if I died, that would be for you the greatest possible suffering.''finally turned to me and his eyes glowed in the dark, in a surprising way.
''safely back from a case is of vital importance to me, and I do not for a personal or self-interest but because I can not bear to see you so sad ... not my fault''
smiled triumphantly, as if he had just solved one of his intricate cases, as if he had found the solution to a puzzling crime. ''If your happiness depends on my health, then I'll do my best to keep me safe''
said it seemed a speech devoid of feeling, one of those logical calculations that often adopted to solve the problems, but just because they know his cynical personality, not unaccustomed to the sentiment, I really appreciate what I had just said.
stretched out his hand and smoothed her hair back, careful to avoid fasciture, I heard him make room under my shirt and pull his pants up to the edge by resting its cold hand on my back, making me shiver.
just smiled, amused by my sudden chill that. I'd be lying if I said it was caused only by his icy hand on my bare back. I pulled if slowly, kissing with the slow pace, which over the years I was used to.
''Watson''murmured and smiled at me, inches from my face. A few times I saw a real smile on his face, was always something like an amused grin or a disrespectful and mocking curl of his lips, but whenever she smiled genuinely, inwardly I felt satisfied because I knew it was my doing, and that he smiles reserved only for me.
''You made me scared''murmured against his ear.
''I know, I'm sorry''struggled to hold back a laugh, that was his way of apologizing, and over the years I have learned to accept it. The
lascai a kiss on the cheek, on which un'ematoma show was pretty big and he began to fiddle with a lock of my hair light, arrotolandosela between slim and long fingers.
''I'm glad you're here,''she whispered almost inaudible and I riappropriai of his lips, enjoying once again the strong flavor of the fine he loved, and feeling around me a slight hint of its grease.
''But now we should spend time on more profitable to the country, and perhaps to stop that villain of Gruner, before it's too late''
I went again and I moved on his neck pale, then take to torture the lobe of his ear in a very indecent: I knew I'd come to believe.
But ...''''sighed theatrically and I felt his hand down my back to make room, tracing my every vertebra.
''In fact I think that England could easily do without our services, for at least half a day,''he asserted, nodding.

''agree''and kissed me ... the rest of the world outside that room.




End

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The coward does it with a kiss

I'm back here with a new trifle: I state at once that it is not so betata is likely approaching a monstrosity ... I expect the launch of the tomatoes and meanwhile I'm going to hide.


Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Raiting: Pg 13
Genre: Angst, romantic


The coward does it with a kiss





''And each man kills the thing he loves, what
This I feel everyone who does
with a bitter look, some with a flattering
E,
The coward does it with a kiss, The brave
, with the sword!
.... because all they kill the thing they love, after
Although not all die.''


The Ballad of Reading Gaol. Oscar Wilde





Last way in which I might call Sherlock Holmes is a coward.
Coward is a term that is not well adapted to his person. Perhaps it is simply my own lack of lexical inadequacy, or perhaps difficulties in finding suitable synonym for, classify Holmes with an epithet like that would be like taking an oath, but sometimes a coward is the only adjective that I can approach to his person.
Sherlock Holmes is the most courageous and fearless man I know: in his surveys show a presence of mind unmatched, but when it is in close contact with his emotions to become a coward. E di una codardia che cerca di nascondere, dietro quella sua tipica maschera di contegno e indifferenza.
In realtà non ne ho mai compreso davvero il motivo: suppongo si sia sempre trattato di orgoglio, superiorità, il desiderio di dimostrarsi immune ai suoi stessi sentimenti, quando in realtà si trovava a celarli dentro.
Si rifiutava di mostrare i suoi più reconditi desideri, con la paura di esserne travolto mentre in realtà, per quanto cercasse di nasconderli, questi rimanevano sempre in una parte della sua anima, e lui ne era sopraffatto.
Codardo.
Perchè ho sempre ritenuto tale, chi non affronta il proprio cuore.
Il testo che I soon to tell is not given to publishing, for obvious reasons, but it is a recoconto I write a personal level, so as to impress upon the memory card without the risk of entrusting the details to my memory of man, As we know, is fleeting and fragile, designed to disperse over time. Although in all honesty, I doubt I'll ever forget that day.
The facts that I am going to relate back to 'winter of 1888, before my marriage with Miss Morstan, by which time I was officially engaged.
I remember everything perfectly, even though many years have passed now since that day. Holmes was closed in one of his typical silence, he kept his eyes fixed on a table somewhere, fingers fumbling with his skillful experiments in chemistry and did not bother either of my presence. There
I was disappointed.
I knew that I would have welcomed the news but I had hoped that, despite his cold and indifferent nature, to understand and accept my upcoming marriage to Mary.
''Miss Morstan is a 'charming girl, even if you do not approve of his choice I think the lady is the best person with whom to start a family''in his voice there was a hint of something that does not I could give a specific name ... resentment, perhaps. In fact
said I did not expect this. I had seemed obvious phrases, circumstance, sentences handed down to a faith 'expectations, but they were not sincere.
Since Mary had told him that I had the honor to accept me as her husband, Holmes's face, thin, sharp and always crossed by a vein of cynicism, it was hidden behind a mask of coldness and detachment.
That coolness and detachment that until your indisiderate, and with whom he had never looked at me.
his faithful Boswell.
His partner in adventure.
His friend.
''Holmes?''Did not look up at me and continued to devote his attention to experiments in chemistry, on the table, as if he was deaf to my voice.
''Holmes?
''''I feel''his voice was unnaturally cold and there were traces a growing irritation. I knew that his peremptory tone: it was anger, anger that grew inside him, ready to esplondere unexpectedly and completely unnatural.
I was never able to really get used to its concept of anger: my brain tends to associate with that word, uncontrollable anger and frantic gestures, while all this was not the case in Holmes. His gaze was fixed, thin eyebrows arched slightly and maintained a tone of voice seemingly oblivious. But I know him well, and I knew seeing that vein irritation in his voice.
Holmes was angry. Mary
''Why do you hate so much?''''Do not say
s silly''snorted, annoyed by how my mind so dull, exasperated by my logical limits. ''I have nothing against Miss Morstan: it is a brilliant and very intelligent girl and I am not exaggerating when I say that for the case of the Treasure of Agra, has proved worthy of respect and attention''''So what
'is the problem, Holmes?''remained silent, continuing to devote his attention to one of his delicate Bunsen burners from which thick smoke was rising and reddish. Expected, but my colleague did not seem willing to utter a word, and in all honesty, I did not need its admissions I had hoped to hear him say something about it ... not that I really need, I just wanted to hear me say it, because sometimes it's nice to know someone to count on.
But Sherlock Holmes was not the kind of person from whom to expect this sort of thing and we had to limit it to sharpen the view and observe those simple gestures and Platel, who chanted his everyday life and links together our coexistence.
''I do for you''I said suddenly, moved by who knows what will and immediately regretted it: I saw the pale hand of Holmes hang in midair, with a tube between long fingers, and when he turned to me, gave me one of his worst angry expressions.
''I do not think I ever asked to marry the Morstan
''''I had to do HOLMES! And you know it!''I shouted, leaving my voice gentle and quiet and close to the worn table experiments, crossed his eyes gray.
''I had to do it ... and I did it for you ...''''
Sure Doctor, she is the victim who is sacrificed in the name of honor and reputation ' 'in his tone of voice, in addition to the anger I hear even a slight hint of sarcasm, irony that he always used when he was particularly annoyed.
I did not understand how he could not appreciate what I was doing, I would have married against my will in order to save his reputation and the silence that had spread malicious rumors about us, yet he could not understand, or perhaps more probably refused.
The situation was quite simple: one afternoon, seeing with Mr. Doyle, our literary agent, I was informed that a very embarrassing thing that concerned voices rather than indecent and insinuating about me and my friend Holmes.
''I hope you are joking,''Arthur I said in front of a cup of tea, and my friend Doyle in response, I had set out the facts. As I said, a group of admirers, all gentilsignore of good family and well-educated literally had widespread nature of the writings of scandalous and indecent about my relationship with Holmes. It seemed they were so well told, from the risk of being confused with the original manuscripts of the author, had it not been for the revised description of our relationship.
''I confess to being somewhat irritated,''he mumbled the quiet John Doyle, taking a little mustache to curl with the index finger and thumb, demonstrates a clear cover.
''I do not like this thing is described, and when I decided to publish his manuscripts did not imagine that such a problem arose. For items that are not now, but if they persist, and newspapers were in the know, would be my ruin''sighed and looked really worried, a prey to anxiety. My
''ruin''shooting''and''yours also knew what he was referring: actually my reputation and that of Holmes were due mainly to the great success he had enjoyed the first novel,''A study published in red.'' Before our meeting with Mr.Doyle we were not more than a normal military doctor, a veteran of the Afghan campaign and a consultant investigating virtually unknown.
''You are still my characters are literal and do not want you to paint as two sodomites''Arthur was very upset and all of its expression, the continuous enrichment of the mustache arched eyebrows, suggesting an increasing state of irritation. It struck me that Holmes was talking to me and to defining its literary creatures, and for a brief moment, I feel like a character ink born from the imagination of some creative writer. Arthur
''I'm sorry, I can ... to ensure that they are only rumors insinuating''swear I avoided because, as I was lying, I would have to swear falsely.
''What should I do?''I asked, trying to hide my apprehension. Doyle ended
to sip her cup of tea, then I said quietly, regaining his typical expression that a bit 'gruff.
''Nothing, however irritating, we can not intervene in any way. You just hope that those young ladies you so passionate, you decide to stop painting as two perverts''
So it was all started.
I had felt the need to get married but the idea of Holmes and jeopardize its reputation terrified me. For nothing in the world I wish I was because of his ruin, and so I found myself increasingly thinking about a way to appease the gossip.
was a meeting with Mary made me decide to make real the idea did not love her, but the blonde and delicate next to me gave an idea of respectability and security that even the most perverse and mischievous men would dare to contradict. Suggested a concept of purity and innocence, perfect to conceal my guilt and silence the gossips.
Actually I did it especially for Holmes, who I thought would understand, but most would accept that. He knew perfectly well that for him I would have taken a bullet in the chest and my decision was no less painful than a shot revolver. And instead
his expression had become cold and detached, while in his voice I could hear the discordant note of irritation; maybe I should have known, I most likely to news like that I would react in exactly the same way, but even so, I could not excuse him. It was unthinkable that he preferred to be tarnished by a scandal rather than see me next to a person who was not him.
Selfish.
Egocentric.
I had always been.
not mean anything''weak''I muttered, but trying to put emphasis in those few words and I laid a hand on his shoulder, he dodged badly rattling the precious stills on his desk.
''Go away''his voice made me shiver.
''Stop talking with such formality; I felt that now there rivolgessimo with more confidence.''was the way he talked to really bother me, treated me like an unwelcome sconusciuto and this seemed an act of great discourtesy.
''You're not the man I knew. And as such is alien to me I want nothing to do with her,''I think I'm a man accustomed to suffering, whether physical or moral, in a few moments I thought about how bad I had spent more in life, but I could not find anything that would be comparable to the effect that those words had on me.
still did not know that would be echoed in my mind for years, the wear of guilt. It would
been better if he had not uttered a word.
''I do not think I've ever known anyone more stubborn and arrogant of you! I want to listen?''''
I am doing, and let me tell you doctor that the content of these speeches is very poor
''''Why do not you understand?''I asked, ignoring the ' lexical fact that I had just done, and began to talk about''I did it to avoid a scandal that overwhelm us.''''
kind of you, but unnecessary since no one had they asked''snapped annoyed and stood up.
Only I could boast of having seen the face of Sherlock Holmes, any kind of expression: an unnatural but knew his typical cool, but I could also swear I saw a well-secret happiness, but now I could see on his face thin, but made an explosive anger.
''There are rumors going around and do not want to risk a scandal, it is dangerous to Holmes. The Labouchere Amendment punishes with imprisonment, the acts of sodomy
''''I see that now begins to give me lessons in British law''proclaimed irreverent and I could not help myself dall'alzare eyes to the ceiling, exasperated.
''I thought you might appreciate what I'm doing ... a man like you should know risks of this company, and understand that we are going against the law and morality
''''I did not think she cared much about the morality, once had no such problems
''''Do not be vulgar I picked it up''and he gave me his back turned to the window.
''You say that nothing will change between us, but despite this he married Mary. I do not know how will he face his wife, Doctor''that was the thing that tortured me, and of course Holmes had the opportunity to put in front of my guilt and make me feel like the most abject of this land. Why
when he did not know what to do, became cruel. The idea of deceiving
Mary, so kind and pure, made me feel sick: she did not deserve a husband like me, who shared with another person oltrettutto-so-wrong and betrayed. Because even if you did not love her, she felt for a sincere affection, which led me to choose it as the best person with whom to share life and did not want them wrong so bad.
''You know it's a cover ... means nothing,''will remain the same as before I tried again, hoping to see it react Holmes and he moved towards me with surprising agility; I felt his body exerts pressure against the wall behind me and I found myself stuck with the wrists from his grasp and cold iron, his pale face only inches from mine.
''It's actually my fault,''her voice came out as a low growl and angry and I was surprised, because in all our years of living I had never heard of blaming something.
''I trusted too much about her, I allowed to know too far and she has betrayed my trust
''''Stop treating me with this formal tone
''''And why should I?''Breathed ; to bottom, as if trying to control himself then he raised the his gray eyes on me''I can be content if you want, but it is still a stranger to me. And you should know that I do not trust strangers
''''Mary''I do not like him and just whispered, with great effort, I looked into his eyes, hoping that he could read the truth. He was a true genius when it came to make room in the human minds to grasp revealing details ... I hoped that this time does not contradict.
''Then why marry her?''''
I've already said
''''Tell me again
''''You just want to hear you complain to humiliate
''''Probably. So what?''I tried to ignore that his tone and heartened enough by the fact that he started to talk with confidentially, I hoped to be close to a positive resolution.
''I do not want to see you behind the bars of a prison,''I was not able to say more: as I was prone to sentimentality, I could not tell everything Holmes thought because I was too afraid of being considered a romantic fool. Despite this, there was not an ounce of deceit in what I said, as respected my girlfriend, each time I approached her I was thinking about Holmes. I knew I would have hated me but not to think about taxation and would ignore the resentment felt towards me, I had to go on with my messainscena. That
messainscena seemingly cruel, would have saved his reputation and I did not care if I had hated. If it was for him, I could bear.
''I'm sorry ...
''sorry''I do not do anything about your excuses''he snapped, prey to a growing anger and his grip on my wrists and made it more intense, until it hurt. You let me down
''Watson''''

''''I'm sorry I never want to see''those words were spoken with an atrocious posting that made me want to be able to relive all the pain in my past life, certainty that I would suffer less. Please
''Holmes''Get
...''''
''Listen to me a good time.''Managed to break free of his grasp and grabbed the sleeves, feeling the fabric of the shirt under his arm, thin and muscular, but I was not able to utter a word as he kissed me with violence , maggiormanete crushing them against the wall.
And for the umpteenth time, I destroyed it.
still consider that his kiss, a gesture of incredible cowardice, he could hear, understand, and instead preferred to destroy me in the only way he could.
loving.
It was not anything like what I was used to: it was not the gentle kiss of two lovers, neither the passionate and hasty moved by the desire of two lovers, but if it was something that had the ferocity, as if it contained all his anger and disappointment.
I certainly would have hated for the rest of his life.
It would be good.
I clung to him, shaking his shoulders in his hands with a desperate fear. Fear that I might lose him, he could not forgive me ... afraid to have it all wrong.
When we parted we were both out of breath, my face still all the fear and confusion that kiss angry that he had left inside me, while Holmes raised his hands towards my face and the backs of my fingers touched the cheekbone.

''Please''Holmes''Get out, do not want you here ... not now at least''his expression hard and his cold voice contrasted sharply with his gesture. That his hand on my face seemed to trace the contours of my profile while his eyes, hidden by the coldness, seemed to shout at me to stay with him.
''Go away''he said again and immediately lowered his head, so he could not see his expression as he walked away giving me his back again. When I no longer heard his body against mine, a painful pang of deprivation gripped me.
''Try to understand.''I tried again, hoping that his gesture had made him more inclined to listen to me, but it did not.
I understand'': that is why I ask you to leave''but I did not move, unable to take even one step out of his life.
''Please ... go away''in all honesty were the words move. Holmes had never asked anyone because he was too proud and proud to stoop to make a similar gesture and in order not to force him to do so, I left.
As soon as I found myself out of the room but do not wish to have back my old life.
I hoped that it was too late.





''And each man kills the thing he loves ...
The coward does it with a kiss ...''




End

Preference Bottomless Or Topless

Requienescat in pace

It seems that fate with me, did a perfect job. Very precise and meticulous in detail. Deliciously perverse. By VAC (Cardiology in-depth visit) it seems that sooner or later I will have to develop the same disease my mother, a heartache that will greatly reduce life expectancy. Not that it upset me too much because of my carelessness. What really sends me to is crazy the odious humor that pervades the Lord our God: I have taken the form tarchiatello loser and my father's lack of courage and self-affirmation of my aunt, my grandfather's lack of charisma and susceptibility to dilated cardiomyopathy my mother. Virtually all factory waste of my brother. They are the trash of a family.

on balance I have many reasons to hate God, not all. I could be born quadriplegic, blind, deaf, or deformed legs from his horse. O League. The doctor tells me that depression has flowed from that, fantastic. Now I have even more right to be scoglionato. And I have to lose weight. As if I were not already slammed like a horse. Fuck.

Record # 2: I was caught up in delusions of stalker Neku and his clique. Great. What we wanted: a good case of delusion adolescent to manage, now that I have 28 years. I think it is stupid thing, and it is, but I do not pull back from defending from the Vale is stumped and his band of vassals and vavasours. Now I'm here in Prato home of Luka because we wanted a little getaway, you abbioccato so I'll take a little time to write. I was given a game X box and I feel embarrassed because my gifts were not quite up to it. The sketch with courtesy and f or ignore it, but I'm happy they thought of me.

Christmas is approaching and my nervousness increased. The ridiculous thing is that the more nervous = nearest the disease.

I can not even angry. Porcodio.
Happy holidays.

How Long Does It Take To Get Your Std Results

care of Humor

fic I've written many on Holmes and Watson but this is the first result on my LJ: I'm going to participate in organized Remix by Holmes ita and therefore, I want to write a bit 'of little things before you sign up: it is just to write, since I have everything on paper. I hope
tolerate my lack vocabulary, but the subsequent lack of time, I can not do betare (prepared to pull the tomatoes in his face)

Pairing: Holmes / Watson
Genre: Romance, fluff
Beta: Hikaruryu

Mando a huge thanks Hikaruryu the great, who has agreed to slash the first betarmi Canonverse, advice and assistance to improve this story: dear, I am sending you a huge thank you!




care of Humor




I was awakened by a ray of morning sun, filtered by the closed shutters, and opened his eyes slowly, trying to adapt the view to light.
first I put into focus the outlines and contours of what is around me, then I discuss the details: the corner of the table slightly moth-eaten, half-open drawer knob, a pair of gold cufflinks lost between the floorboards.
I turned away, hoping that Ray's inappropriate me rest, and I found myself only inches from his face.
stared for a moment, unable to formulate any form of any logical reasoning. He slept so peacefully that it seems perfection personified: the bronze hair were scattered on the pillow in a disorderly fashion, but its expression was very calm and soft smile curled his lips. The head buried in the pillow, her body lost among the thousand folds of the sheet and I only noticed too late that my hand, moving of their own volition, went to move the brown hair from her face. Fortunately
Watson did not wake up.
I sat up and picked up my shirt and my pants, which overnight had been poured out on the system, and improvised silent spectators of an event that would hardly forgotten.
I had come to think it was a dream, an illusion of drowsiness or simply an unfounded thought emerged in my imagination. Instead, time, I had found in the middle of the bed which was usually empty and cold, Dr. Watson. Needless to say, for a brief moment I felt disoriented, but that sense of surprise had given way to a rewarding and - very new for me - feeling of warmth.
I left the bed and slipped my dressing gown, I approached the corner of the room near the window. I grabbed the pitcher and poured water into a basin of the washstand. I watched in the mirror above the container filled d 'shining water and saw a face I'd never seen before. The jet-black hair was tousled
and disheveled, his eyes shining with a special light and unknown, while the cheeks were softened by a pale pink color, unusual for my pale complexion. I rinsed my face and I let the water run cold on the face, as if to wash away that state of bewilderment and surprise, to find an adequate presence of mind, which seemed to me that morning abandoned.
remembered everything with sharp clarity: a glass of brandy resting on the living room table, a pair of hands particularly curious and let slip a shirt on the floor. That sequence of events, soon came to life in my mind and I was to review in detail the entire evening.
I was distracted by the reflection mirror, where I noticed the figure of Watson and then just move to sit up, looking around.
''Holmes?''My name and I had just enough time to wipe his face with a wet towel before turning in his direction.
At first I just smiles, his face still wet and a few locks that fell on the wet face, then I decided to speak:''Ben woke up, my boy.''
The Doctor was sitting there, naked body covered by cloth and broken light, sea-colored eyes intent to walk across the room, searching for the certainties that certainly would not be able to find in my presence.
I stood at the window stopped to look at more than it should: his skin tanned from the Afghan war had given way to a perfect shade of a few shades lighter, which stood out nicely against the white sheet, her blue eyes shone with unexpressed feelings and hair, rebels and disheveled, falling over his forehead smooth broken and captured every ray through the window, tricking with elusive shades of blond.
I was the guy who unnecessarily lost in contemplation silly or sentimental, but - just for my analytical separation - I could catch every little detail without leaving his cloud of what I felt for him. It was really perfect.
''I was not hoping to see her again before breakfast
''''I got up a few minutes ago.''Clear and I hit her embarrassed expression, so jarring on its face veteran and man of action. He looked away from my heavenly, to pursue a more profitable activity: the search of her clothes.
''Ah ... I'm sorry, I did waste time. The free room''was about to get out of bed, covering himself with a sheet, but I stopped him before he could leave me.
''My dear, why the hurry?''Gently pushed him back down, just when he was stretched one leg out of bed to put your foot on the ground.
Heaven, which had surprised expression! I would have stayed to watch it for hours without anything else.
''I thought that having me here ...
embarrass''the''No, not at all''''Mrs.
Hudson?''''
E 'exit to go to the market, will return in a couple of hours.''''
And his customer?''''Dr.
Travelyan? It will arrive in an hour and a half.''
I saw her lips curl slightly and a radius sun lit up the smile, What a delight to think that wonderful smile was for me ... did not think I deserve something so perfect. In this case ...''''
leaned toward me and kissed me,''hello''he concluded in my mouth.
''Good morning, my boy,''I lay down in my part of the bed, and my body wrapped in a gown created a funny contrast to naked Watson
We were silent for several moments in which, unwittingly, I found myself meditating on the incident. It had never happened to a similar experience, I did not know how to deal with the situation.
I should have been confused? Worried? Why not I could be? It was the first morning when I found a lover in bed and still did not feel the need to drive it away.
I stared at the ceiling, taken from private thoughts of a coherent consecution, it seemed that all the constants that, until then, had characterized my life no longer existed.
logic, cynicism, rationality seemed to have been annihilated in a corner of my person, to make way for me to feel completely unknown. I did not like this situation. It was like not being in control of myself.
''Do not be silly, Sherlock. You have no heart ... dovertene not enough to worry: you're just a brain genius''the words that had once ruled my brother Mycroft through my mind and my lips curl a gentle smile.
If only he knew what was wrong. If only I'd known!
A small warm hand rests on my forearm. ''Why are you smiling?''The amused voice of Watson joined me and I turned to look at him in amazement, with arched eyebrows and a quizzical look. Perhaps misunderstood my eye, or maybe I was just too much to show expression, the fact is that Watson immediately canceled the contact, portraying the shooting hand.
''Oh ... Excuse me, do not ... I did not want to give her so much confidence, I'm sorry. I was
''inappropriate''No,''my dear me if one be turned side and touched a cheek with the back of the fingers. ''You do not need all this formality. After what has happened between us, I would say that we can use more confidential manner''looked at me in disbelief and slowly his expression turned into a surprised smile in amazement.
I discovered to my cost that the Doctor, in contrast to how he could appear, he could be a very persuasive and lascivious - often even sinful and tempting - so, see again that look of innocence on her face veiled gave me a pleasant sense of loss.
''Really?''Said and I let out a smile to his almost childlike wonder. So I went to posargli a kiss on the lips.
''Sure. Upon my soul, you worry too much,''Watson''
Be ', then, you seem in good spirits ... oh, it sounds weird''tried.
''I'll be in good spirits?''''
too. I meant to give you the fun''he clarified.
''We will do the habit. Anyway, I'm fine, I was just thinking a. ..''the rincuorai, before interrupting.
''A..?''I urged him. We
''and what happened tonight,''I admitted.
Watson in the meantime had worn underwear and shirt, and stood staring at me, while combined with a cuff.
smiled again, for no particular reason, just because I wanted to do it.
''You know, I confess that I thought you would have reacted worse. I think what happened is you had upset, and instead looks even better mood!''Pondered almost to himself.
''I am in good spirits''I said.
to think of it, was something very unusual. I was not ever wake up satisfied and have an open mind from thoughts. Usually reflects on the cases until late at night and, therefore, be continued upon waking. The only alternative was the state of stagnation and apathy in which they languish in moments of boredom. However I was not ever wake up smiling and satisfied by the absence of thought.
I think it was just a good mood.
''I take all the credit, "he asserted pleased. You are right
''''I agreed, and lay down again beside me and hugged me side. I hoped he was not going to take off again, I'd just wear the clothes, even if the smile on his face entirely indecent said a lot about his intentions.
''My dear boy, I am compelled to cancel your ugly projects, I would spend more time with you, but I mainly work and regain an appearance in keeping to human decency before the arrival of Dr. Travelyn; not want to surprise us that so true?''
silenced me to that - then - became his typical way, or kissing, and frankly, I really appreciate this new method .
''Have you ever been told you speak too?''''
Sometimes yes ... however, you should get up from the top of me.''''Otherwise
?''
I'm ashamed to admit that I pulled a pillow, and - with dismay - also confessed that he dodged the blow with an alertness that, in Honestly, I did not think he had. The pillow landed quietly on the floor, just close to its lavender spats.
''We've tried.'' I tried
''and''I admitted strattonai me, kissing him.
Still I did not know how much happiness and sadness as I would have earned the Doctor. How much pleasure and how much suffering would have been forced to endure, just because they chose to give him my heart cold and logical. He, the only person that I should not love but at the same time, I could only imagine by my side.
Shortly after we were embraced, stuck in an indistinct tangle of sheets and blankets, while the clock continued to tick incessantly hours and minutes, reminding me that soon I would delay.
''We must find a way of curbing the problem''murmured against her light brown hair.
''a problem that you speak, Holmes?''''
Your presence here is not helpful at all to my intellect, my reasoning seems to have wiped out any clear and logical framework''Watson looked at me surprised, if one be propped elbow to stare at me with those eyes so blue, able to cancel all my thinking makes sense.
A ray of sunlight through the windows and lit up her face, accentuating her worried expression and his disheveled hair: it was annoying how he managed to distract me with such trifles, mere physical details that I would not have worried note in anyone else. I'm sorry''
create you problems.''
''Do not talk nonsense, Doctor, you're not the problem''sbuffai a bit 'annoyed and drew her to me, circling the waist with one arm, then posargli a kiss on the forehead. ''You see? I look like a total idiot''my Watson smiled satisfied and began to torture me a cheek, kissing him slowly and peace, regardless of the commitments that we had to carry out that morning.
''If these are the results, so be idiocy.''
''Yours is a kind of cure of humor?''''
Yes, I would say that it works.''
Needless to say, as I set ourselves the goal to leave the bed, I could not implement my plan, I just look into my eyes and Watson all the rest went into the background. All my commitments, which until recently were classified as of primary importance, suddenly became secondary to the mere sight of the Doctor.
spend the rest of my day with him, it seemed my only priority right now.
He kissed me again, bringing his mouth on my neck and I thought I almost feel on the skin of his smug smile and satisfied for having reduced my brain to a mass totally useless.
''proclaimed''We're taking advantage of dry, concealing a mischievous smile to my private moments that libertines.
''Indeed. I take this opportunity now, before you get tired of me.''
would have been unlikely that I get tired of him in my entire life I never thought of meeting a person who, with his only appearance was so interesting to be able to carry off, if I had abandoned all my cold logic .
From memory I had, I never once extraneous influences, and I was always avoiding any type of bond. But now it was different ... I did not run away, but I was gratified by his presence at my side and as far as she knew it was harmful and detrimental to my psyche, I did not want to leave. Hits
wanted a cigarette and calm bluish rose toward the ceiling.
''But we have to find a solution''proclaimed''And again I ask you to end this here by your good humor, because I warn you, if you continue at this rate, by this afternoon I'll be completely devoid of brain matter functioning''.
Watson laughed and her laughter echoed throughout the room.
that I loved her laugh. And it was only a 'infinitesimal part of what attracted me to the Doctor. I loved the way he smoked his Bradley, the smell of pomade for his whiskers, I loved to see him stay and even her frown when she was mad funny, and I loved her eyes, always too blue for consider them angry.
I loved all of John Watson and it was impossible that all this time, I was not able to admit even to myself.
''Look on the bright side.''
''Sincerely,''escapes me at the moment I felt her warm body pressed against mine, and he passed me an arm around her shoulders and, with the other hand, clutching a mine, while I aspire to the cigarette.
''Maybe you will become a fool, but at least you'll be a happy fool.'' You
''genius on my conscience.''
''will survive''he said, shrugging and making me the butt slipped from his fingers, putting their lips.
Suddenly, the floor below heard light footsteps and rhythmic. Typical trend for women. And, in fact, a few moments later attributed the hike to our housekeeper. Mrs. Hudson had to be returned from the market.
For a moment he looked at me alarmed Watson then jumped to his feet with surprising agility, and within a few seconds he was already engaging the walls of his pants.
''You're here,''the boy cautioned me, and tying off the cigarette with the force of her dressing gown cord.
''I thought you said she would return in a couple of hours?''There was no urgency in his voice and, after my reassurance, seemed relaxed, so much that went on to dress with more confidence.
''Ah, my dear, but I also made another matter. Already beginning to make incorrect assumptions, and the fault is yours: your presence is detrimental to my mind. Another couple of days so and become as Lestrade!''Watson replied, and stifled a laugh with the back of the hand. This gesture, albeit insignificant, made me want to kiss him.
happen ...''''mocked and, luckily, he was to cancel the distance that separated us and kiss, thereby maintaining my last glimmer of pride,''I Care of the contraindication of Humor. Side effects''he explained in a tone and professional, with his laughter still in his ears, closed the door loudly in my room and went downstairs.
If only, in spite of everything, I could have it forever, then yes, I could call myself really happy.




End

Wooden Antique Ironing Board

More photos of Sherlock Holmes Sherlock Holmes Photo 2

are here again .... now I've got my hand ... and who I dissected the most from your computer?
So .... I was around the internet (as usual, since I do nothing at this time) in search of interesting images or news, when I stumbled on other images of the new set dell'attesso Sherlock Holmes 2! Maybe there
intresse anything, but I decided to post it, also because I like and not blurred as they were first popular.
Here they are: the first involves the protagonists in what, according to the website from which I took, it should be an 'explosion. There is also that according to rumors Noomy Raptor plays a French gypsy.




then we find the''''Big brother (sorry for the confidence with which I address Mycroft ...).
In the new film, Mycroft Holmes, the elder brother of the detective is played by Stephen Fry. Do not know about you, but I love that actor since I saw Oscar Wilde play. I loved that movie (And not just because Jude Law was naked ... I do not think bad ...): primarily because Wilde is my favorite writer and secundis because Fry plays him really well next to a beautiful Jude / Bosie ( one of my icon ... anyway if you have not seen ... watch)
Ops ... pictures .. right ...






I also know that they changed Moriarty: they said that Daniel Day-Lewis would play, but they again changed actor ... although I do not remember the name of the new
Do you like these actors?
Personally, as I said, I love Fry: I have never managed to put a face''to the''Big brother (As I call it now) then when I read the news that the British actor was to play that role I said''Wow ... it's HIM!
''I find it perfect ...

Brazil Employment Structure

2009

Good evening to all !!!!!!!!!!!! Today I was rummaging
''''in my picture folders, to put some 'order here and there when I found myself in the image folder dedicated to the immortal tenants in Baker Street: I can be pretty well stocked as I have more than 1500 between images, GIF, Icon, drawings etc ...
I asked myself: why not post some nice Fotina? There's cute ... and I would be a shame to keep them all for me because, as I said the great Fiorediloto, Sherlock Holmes is a public good and should be shared as pizza and chips
XD So ... I am going to post some nice Fotini, while the films of 2009, then later on other kinds of Holmes and other famous performers.
Let me know if you like!


these are photos that I love, taken by Brigitte Lacombe (I have not the faintest idea who he is but if H & W photographer so deserves a monument in honor ...)











I really like this too:






There are a few that intrigued me a lot: the photos are set up for the next film attesso SH; I post some ... if you look at it:







and then there's this ... girls agree: do not make any comments on Jude Law's pants ... ok?




Did you like?
I have lots of really short ... I think I will post the other, maybe Brett or series on the big Russian, who not many are familiar with.

bye

Cleanimprint Of Ink On Clear Plastic Wallet

Small things

God is in the little things.
in snail shells, for example.
Be careful when you walk, ever that we all become atheists.