Title: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Author:
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waferkya Fandom: (surprise) Fight Club
Link to fic: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Notes: slash, PWP, the first time in the fandom ♥
Monday, June 28, 2010
Port Royale 2 Language Change
[Fandom surprise] Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Title: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Author: waferkya
Fandom: (surprise) Fight Club
Link to fic: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Notes: slash, PWP, the first time in the fandom ♥
Title: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Author:
waferkya Fandom: (surprise) Fight Club
Link to fic: Like Trying to put smoke back in a cigarette
Notes: slash, PWP, the first time in the fandom ♥
Kates Playground Gallery 2010
[Criminal Minds] Vinegar-coated
Title: Vinegar-coated
Author: waferkya
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Link to fic: Vinegar-coated
Notes: SPOILERISSIMI for the final the fifth season!
Title: Vinegar-coated
Author:
waferkya Fandom: Criminal Minds
Link to fic: Vinegar-coated
Notes: SPOILERISSIMI for the final the fifth season!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
How Soon Should I Apply For A Job
[RPF Sports] Hello, hello I Said
Title: Hello, I Said Hello (I want to love you forever)
Author: waferkya
Fandom: RPF Sports
Link to fic: Hello, I Said Hello (I want to love you forever)
Notes: ; began to give me to do!
Title: Hello, I Said Hello (I want to love you forever)
Author:
waferkya Fandom: RPF Sports
Link to fic: Hello, I Said Hello (I want to love you forever)
Notes: ; began to give me to do!
Monday, June 21, 2010
First Period After Giving Birth
NO CHARGES FOR SAVING PEOPLE'S DEMOCRACY
Whether you call him " PENSIONS", whether they call it " SPECULATION " is always on the popular savings I want to get your hands on that money, that is, on that income (already taxed!) put aside for future workers, families, older people.
ALL POWERFUL, Housekeeper, BOSS THAT REQUIRES A NEW FEE OR INCREASES A TAX ALREADY 'AND EXISTING' a tyrant and a robber , REGARDLESS OF WHAT AND WHO IS TO BE A TAX.
NO CHARGE AND 'NEVER A FAVORE DEL POPOLO, TUTTE LE TASSE SONO CONTRO IL POPOLO .
GLI ULTRARICCHI, LE FAMIGLIE PADRONE DEGLI STATI, LE TASSE NON LE EVADONO, LE RISCUOTONO.
The savings of the citizens are already taxed heavily by the inflation.
A further taxation on the savings and/or on the revenues of savings is iniquitous and predatory.
Inflation is one of the more heavy taxes, hitting the savings and the purchasing power of the citizens.
Inflation is used for finance piloted public expences, printing new paper money that inflates present paper money, that is to say the liquidity owned by citizens.
The families of saving worker people come so impoverished, and their wealth, their purchasing power robbed by inflation goes to enrich the families of the beneficiaries of the public expence, beneficiaries arbitrarily designated.
Instead is good and right that the wealth that every family should have is determined by the merits, virtue, intelligence, cautiousness, probity of that family, and not by who controls the state, the tax authorities, the public expence and the coin of money.
Only a golden money or a gold-linked money would preserve the savings and the purchasing power of the citizens, of the productive classes.
For all this:
NO TAX ON SAVINGS AND ON THE REVENUES FROM SAVINGS
NO TAX ON PERSONAL FINANCE INVESTMENTS
NO TAX ON BONDS, STOCKS, YIELDS, DIVIDENDS AND CAPITAL GAINS.
savings of citizens are already heavily taxed by inflation.
further taxation on savings and / or savings income is unfair and predatory.
Inflation is one of the heaviest taxes, hitting the economy and the purchasing power of citizens.
inflation is used to finance public spending driven by printing new paper money that goes to inflate the existing paper money, ie cash in the hands of citizens. Working families are so impoverished savers and wealth their ravaged by inflation goes to enrich the families of the beneficiaries of public spending, arbitrarily designated beneficiaries and patronage.
E 'instead of just the rich that every family should have to be determined on the merits, virtues, intelligence, dall'accortezza, the probity of that family, and not by those who control the state, taxation, government spending and the issuance of currency.
A gold coin or gold closely anchored to save the savings and purchasing power of citizens, productive classes.
For all this:
NO TO SAVE ON TAXES ON INCOME AND SAVINGS (hypocritically called "financial returns" from those who want to live on the shoulders of others, by those who want to steal other people's money, who wants to steal the money if those who they are sweaty).
NO TO THE TAXATION OF BONDS, BONDS, SHARES, INTEREST, DIVIDENDS AND CAPITAL GAINS.
WHY 'NOT INCREASE YOUR INCOME TAX ON FINANCIAL
Consider the following hypothesis. I have € 10,000 of hard-earned cash, we buy a bot that makes me 4% annual GDP, or € 400. Inflation, that is the loss in value, purchasing power of my savings caused by rising prices, is also 4% a year. So you devalue my savings of 400 € each year. Calculated:
400 € 400 € to yield less inflation equals 0.
Inflation is a tax, in fact, is the heaviest and most insidious tax that the state imposes on us, so my yield of 400 € I have already eaten all dall'inflation tax.
But not enough on all of € 400 nominal gross return must also pay state tax substitution of 12.5% today, just want to do now that setting almost doubled to 20%. Yet included 12.5%: 12.5 400 * / 100 = 50 €.
Then, starting from the initial savings of € 10,000 and considering their real purchasing power: 400 €
of return - inflation tax of € 400 - € 50 tax replacement = - (meno!) 50 €. My
unprecedented "income" by wealthy financial speculators is negative, I've put on 450 € 50 € giving the state.
But we all know that real inflation is well above 4% official, we fact over 10% per year. Enjoy you to charge my incredible income by calculating the actual inflation ...
not understand? Then consider the second hypothesis.
Ten years ago, in 1998, with 150,000 euro bought us a nice apartment near the center. I've bought and I have invested in Treasury bills and low-risk funds. With yields obtained (net of substitute tax paid on them) in ten years I came to € 200,000. Today I need to buy an apartment: look at the real estate market and I see with my 200,000 euro bought us a yes and no apartment in the suburbs.
ask, passing through the nominal yields, in ten years, from € 150,000 to € 200,000 in 1998 to today, I am enriched or depleted I?
The net revenue of € 50,000 ten years I have offset the devaluation of my savings due dall'inflation tax? Of course not.
To buy this nice apartment near the center in 1998 that cost me all my 150,000 € 300,000 € Today I need (which I have).
Doing the math:
cost € 150,000 in 1998 (and up-front savings) + ten-year net revenue of € 50,000 - € 300,000 cost = current - (meno!) 100,000 euro.
addition to the substitute tax paid during the years, I've got another 100,000 € of inflation tax to the state, and I have drastically depleted.
I have to pay more taxes?
Want to double taxation on my fabulous financial returns?
For those wishing to know more about, I suggest any links to reflect in silence (noise distracts you and keeps you servant):
http://epistemes.org/2008/01/10/dieci-buone- reasons-for-non-tax-to-rent /
Article by Benedetto Della Vedova, and Mario Falasca Piercamillo Seminerio
http://www.tradersxsempre.com/public/forum/index.php?showtopic=1253&pid = 135606 & mode = threaded & start =
(intervention Luciano Priori Fry)
http://www.lewrockwell.com/block/block160.html
(article by Walter Block)
http://www.lewrockwell.com/paul/paul334.html
(Article sull'Inflation Tax Ron Paul)
http://www.clubeconomia.it/articoli/articolo.php?id=553
(article by Gian Battista Bozzo)
http://www.libertiamo.it/2010/01/12 / teso-a-boeri-ma-esistono-le-rendite/comment-page-1 / # comment-10224
(Article by Adriano Teso)
http://www.italia-risparmio.it/finanza/rendite_finanziarie_ipotesi_sugli_effetti_di_un_aumento_di_tassazione. php
(Article I)
http://www.fff.org/freedom/0293c.asp
(article by Victor Niederhoffer)
Private property and public property of the state in Hans-Hermann Hoppe
http://www.filosofiapolitica.net/showArticle.asp?ID=03-02-09-Hoppe&IDArea = 03/02/2009 dateReview = 2 & = 0 & & typeMenu showmenu = true
and Principles of Economics privately
http://www.finanzaediritto.it/articoli/principi-di-economia-privatista-4096.html
Wikipedia - Social mobility
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mobilit% C3% A0_ (sociology)
www.hanshoppe.com
www.libertarianism.com
www.lp.org
http://democraziaturnaria.splinder.com
www.libertarian.co.uk
http://mises.org
few words about the tax system
http://paolofranceschetti.blogspot.com/2009/08/ what-is-the-financial-crisis-part-2.html
http://paolofranceschetti.blogspot.com/2009/05/il-sistema-in-cui-viviamo-il-sistema.html
www.ronpaul . org
http://propertyandmarket.ilcannocchiale.it/
www.rothbard.it
A fact that should give pause to even those who do not understand economics and leave nothing in the papers of brainwashing scheme that the increase in taxation on income, that yields the popular savings was in the program of "democratic renaissance" of the "P2" . Who has some more 'brain washed should not understand what should be in which pocket the money stolen from families who save.
PHILIP MATTEUCCI
privatization Economist for Global Free Trade
ALL POWERFUL, Housekeeper, BOSS THAT REQUIRES A NEW FEE OR INCREASES A TAX ALREADY 'AND EXISTING' a tyrant and a robber , REGARDLESS OF WHAT AND WHO IS TO BE A TAX.
NO CHARGE AND 'NEVER A FAVORE DEL POPOLO, TUTTE LE TASSE SONO CONTRO IL POPOLO .
GLI ULTRARICCHI, LE FAMIGLIE PADRONE DEGLI STATI, LE TASSE NON LE EVADONO, LE RISCUOTONO.
The savings of the citizens are already taxed heavily by the inflation.
A further taxation on the savings and/or on the revenues of savings is iniquitous and predatory.
Inflation is one of the more heavy taxes, hitting the savings and the purchasing power of the citizens.
Inflation is used for finance piloted public expences, printing new paper money that inflates present paper money, that is to say the liquidity owned by citizens.
The families of saving worker people come so impoverished, and their wealth, their purchasing power robbed by inflation goes to enrich the families of the beneficiaries of the public expence, beneficiaries arbitrarily designated.
Instead is good and right that the wealth that every family should have is determined by the merits, virtue, intelligence, cautiousness, probity of that family, and not by who controls the state, the tax authorities, the public expence and the coin of money.
Only a golden money or a gold-linked money would preserve the savings and the purchasing power of the citizens, of the productive classes.
For all this:
NO TAX ON SAVINGS AND ON THE REVENUES FROM SAVINGS
NO TAX ON PERSONAL FINANCE INVESTMENTS
NO TAX ON BONDS, STOCKS, YIELDS, DIVIDENDS AND CAPITAL GAINS.
savings of citizens are already heavily taxed by inflation.
further taxation on savings and / or savings income is unfair and predatory.
Inflation is one of the heaviest taxes, hitting the economy and the purchasing power of citizens.
inflation is used to finance public spending driven by printing new paper money that goes to inflate the existing paper money, ie cash in the hands of citizens. Working families are so impoverished savers and wealth their ravaged by inflation goes to enrich the families of the beneficiaries of public spending, arbitrarily designated beneficiaries and patronage.
E 'instead of just the rich that every family should have to be determined on the merits, virtues, intelligence, dall'accortezza, the probity of that family, and not by those who control the state, taxation, government spending and the issuance of currency.
A gold coin or gold closely anchored to save the savings and purchasing power of citizens, productive classes.
For all this:
NO TO SAVE ON TAXES ON INCOME AND SAVINGS (hypocritically called "financial returns" from those who want to live on the shoulders of others, by those who want to steal other people's money, who wants to steal the money if those who they are sweaty).
NO TO THE TAXATION OF BONDS, BONDS, SHARES, INTEREST, DIVIDENDS AND CAPITAL GAINS.
WHY 'NOT INCREASE YOUR INCOME TAX ON FINANCIAL
Consider the following hypothesis. I have € 10,000 of hard-earned cash, we buy a bot that makes me 4% annual GDP, or € 400. Inflation, that is the loss in value, purchasing power of my savings caused by rising prices, is also 4% a year. So you devalue my savings of 400 € each year. Calculated:
400 € 400 € to yield less inflation equals 0.
Inflation is a tax, in fact, is the heaviest and most insidious tax that the state imposes on us, so my yield of 400 € I have already eaten all dall'inflation tax.
But not enough on all of € 400 nominal gross return must also pay state tax substitution of 12.5% today, just want to do now that setting almost doubled to 20%. Yet included 12.5%: 12.5 400 * / 100 = 50 €.
Then, starting from the initial savings of € 10,000 and considering their real purchasing power: 400 €
of return - inflation tax of € 400 - € 50 tax replacement = - (meno!) 50 €. My
unprecedented "income" by wealthy financial speculators is negative, I've put on 450 € 50 € giving the state.
But we all know that real inflation is well above 4% official, we fact over 10% per year. Enjoy you to charge my incredible income by calculating the actual inflation ...
not understand? Then consider the second hypothesis.
Ten years ago, in 1998, with 150,000 euro bought us a nice apartment near the center. I've bought and I have invested in Treasury bills and low-risk funds. With yields obtained (net of substitute tax paid on them) in ten years I came to € 200,000. Today I need to buy an apartment: look at the real estate market and I see with my 200,000 euro bought us a yes and no apartment in the suburbs.
ask, passing through the nominal yields, in ten years, from € 150,000 to € 200,000 in 1998 to today, I am enriched or depleted I?
The net revenue of € 50,000 ten years I have offset the devaluation of my savings due dall'inflation tax? Of course not.
To buy this nice apartment near the center in 1998 that cost me all my 150,000 € 300,000 € Today I need (which I have).
Doing the math:
cost € 150,000 in 1998 (and up-front savings) + ten-year net revenue of € 50,000 - € 300,000 cost = current - (meno!) 100,000 euro.
addition to the substitute tax paid during the years, I've got another 100,000 € of inflation tax to the state, and I have drastically depleted.
I have to pay more taxes?
Want to double taxation on my fabulous financial returns?
For those wishing to know more about, I suggest any links to reflect in silence (noise distracts you and keeps you servant):
http://epistemes.org/2008/01/10/dieci-buone- reasons-for-non-tax-to-rent /
Article by Benedetto Della Vedova, and Mario Falasca Piercamillo Seminerio
http://www.tradersxsempre.com/public/forum/index.php?showtopic=1253&pid = 135606 & mode = threaded & start =
(intervention Luciano Priori Fry)
http://www.lewrockwell.com/block/block160.html
(article by Walter Block)
http://www.lewrockwell.com/paul/paul334.html
(Article sull'Inflation Tax Ron Paul)
http://www.clubeconomia.it/articoli/articolo.php?id=553
(article by Gian Battista Bozzo)
http://www.libertiamo.it/2010/01/12 / teso-a-boeri-ma-esistono-le-rendite/comment-page-1 / # comment-10224
(Article by Adriano Teso)
http://www.italia-risparmio.it/finanza/rendite_finanziarie_ipotesi_sugli_effetti_di_un_aumento_di_tassazione. php
(Article I)
http://www.fff.org/freedom/0293c.asp
(article by Victor Niederhoffer)
Private property and public property of the state in Hans-Hermann Hoppe
http://www.filosofiapolitica.net/showArticle.asp?ID=03-02-09-Hoppe&IDArea = 03/02/2009 dateReview = 2 & = 0 & & typeMenu showmenu = true
and Principles of Economics privately
http://www.finanzaediritto.it/articoli/principi-di-economia-privatista-4096.html
Wikipedia - Social mobility
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mobilit% C3% A0_ (sociology)
www.hanshoppe.com
www.libertarianism.com
www.lp.org
http://democraziaturnaria.splinder.com
www.libertarian.co.uk
http://mises.org
few words about the tax system
http://paolofranceschetti.blogspot.com/2009/08/ what-is-the-financial-crisis-part-2.html
http://paolofranceschetti.blogspot.com/2009/05/il-sistema-in-cui-viviamo-il-sistema.html
www.ronpaul . org
http://propertyandmarket.ilcannocchiale.it/
www.rothbard.it
A fact that should give pause to even those who do not understand economics and leave nothing in the papers of brainwashing scheme that the increase in taxation on income, that yields the popular savings was in the program of "democratic renaissance" of the "P2" . Who has some more 'brain washed should not understand what should be in which pocket the money stolen from families who save.
PHILIP MATTEUCCI
privatization Economist for Global Free Trade
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Parts For Rival Slicer Model 1101e/7
[Merlin] If I had not the Prince
* _ * Title: If I had not Prince
Author: leliwen
Fandom: Merlin
Link to fic: If I had not the Prince
Notes: did not want to use this fic for the Challenge because usually when consolidating the things I do in a conscious way, but this was totally random. But since I have no inspiration for a one-shot for this fandom, when I decided to resurrect. So excuse me if I have not reported the first
* _ * Title: If I had not Prince
Author:
leliwen Fandom: Merlin
Link to fic: If I had not the Prince
Notes: did not want to use this fic for the Challenge because usually when consolidating the things I do in a conscious way, but this was totally random. But since I have no inspiration for a one-shot for this fandom, when I decided to resurrect. So excuse me if I have not reported the first
Cheap Monster Energy Hoods
[Fandom surprise] War Crimes Statistics and
Title: War Crimes
Author: leliwen
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Link to fic: War Crimes
Title: War Crimes
Author:
leliwen Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Link to fic: War Crimes
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Ontario Canada Boating Licence
first banner
Another month is over and the entries should close ...
but I thought we could keep them open, right? If anyone wants
enroll in August and do the work in one month we can not blame him mica, is not it?
That said, as many as 19 of you have ever reviewed a history nemmo participant in the challenge, shame XD! The other, to a greater or lesser extent, have begun to mesh ... obviously hikaruryu beat us all, as it has completed the first folder and called for even a second!
But let's statistics:
podium obviously we hikaruryu well with 119 points, followed by ![[info]](http://files.livejournal.com/userhead/137)
queenseptienna and nonna_giuly with respectively 50 and 48 points. Obviously
hikaruryu entitled to a reward, in the meantime I prepare the second folder [Lety, let me mention the tone that I used to do the numbers and you prepare]. In the meantime I give you to show off this:
>
with all my compliments, donnah!
Another month is over and the entries should close ...
but I thought we could keep them open, right? If anyone wants
enroll in August and do the work in one month we can not blame him mica, is not it?
That said, as many as 19 of you have ever reviewed a history nemmo participant in the challenge, shame XD! The other, to a greater or lesser extent, have begun to mesh ... obviously
hikaruryu beat us all, as it has completed the first folder and called for even a second! But let's statistics:
podium obviously we
hikaruryu well with 119 points, followed by nonna_giuly with respectively 50 and 48 points. Obviously hikaruryu entitled to a reward, in the meantime I prepare the second folder [Lety, let me mention the tone that I used to do the numbers and you prepare]. In the meantime I give you to show off this: >
with all my compliments, donnah!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Black Woman Strangling Man
[The dart and the Rose] Oath
Title: Oath
Fandom: The dart and rose
Warning: slash, what if ...?
Characters: Rolande / Anafiel
Join: # [Sfiga Fandom Fest@FW.it] Kushiel's Legacy, Anafiel / Rolande, sword
# [5fandom challenge]
Word Count: 730
Notes: an alternate version of what might have been the famous oath of Anafiel. I do not know, probably has no reason to be, but I imagined and I had to do this.
***
oath, my prince,
to follow you and protect you always.
The sacred precept of Blessed Elua
promise near you. On the lashes of Kushiel
affirm my loyalty. On the wisdom of
Shemazai
confirm my vote.
love of Naamah
I would tell you that you never miss my kisses.
a ship of Azza
I assure you that will never lose the route. For
sweet scent of the lands of Anael
We remind you that I will be close. The heavenly music of
Eisheth
forever vowing to unite my voice to yours.
Yet another is my oath on the sword of Cassiel
I promise to love you until you give up.
-It 's beautiful .- Rolande murmured gently caressing the edge of the parchment.
Anafiel spitefully pulled down the sheets off. -You
more .- The prince smiled and put his poetry on the bedside table beside him. -It 's sad, but
.- Why? -
-Why would you abandon me? -
-If you quit I will not stop loving me-.- .-
-Do not make promises you can not keep, Rolande. When you get married one day to give the heirs to the kingdom, I'll hope you'll do it with joy. Maybe you love and then I'll step back .-
Rolande stretched out his arms, inviting Anafiel to gather round him. -You are the noblest and most selfless person I have ever known. But you did not think that I could continue loving you? Why You're so tragic? -
-Because I'm a poet .- laughed the young man.
Love holds me hostage to the core,
never leaves him, day and night, and always
sigh your name, my beloved.
only see the pain is relieved, and
to hold me sweet comfort
wreck in thee is honey divine
incomparable pleasure of the mind and senses.
Sorrowful is the sun that rises on a cold bed
and illuminates us, alone, divided,
but beautiful is the night or the day of clouds and storm
if you're beside me, my beloved.
Anafiel freed himself from it by Rolande and got out of bed.
-Che are you doing? You're not going to get dressed and go out?! - Asked by simulating a tone very shocked.
-Of course not! Do you think I want to be in any other place in the world when you're here you ... and no clothes? - then turned serious-There 's something I want to do. Can I take your sword? -
Rolande's eyes widened and he laughed. -Do not you think a bit 'too early to commit suicide for love, I devotee poet? After all we are still together .- .- muttered Anafiel
-Cretin-offended by the claim as a day to ascend the throne of your kind an idiot I just do not know. I need your sword for a swearing-
.- But in your poem you've just said is fact-...-
is something else .- drew his well-polished blade and handed it to the hilt Rolande. Then he put his hands over his and knelt before him, sitting on the bed.
-swear not to betray you, and your willingness to respect whatever it is, I swear I love you from afar and I swear to protect you and everyone who is dear, and all your descendants as long as I live. Accept these promises? -
-I love you, Rolande Anafiel .- murmured, feeling that his voice was about to betray him-.- And I accept froze, unable to express what he felt proud to be the love of a man like that, and what made him happy and at the same time was saddened by that oath as dramatic, that made him think of a future, separate, and even worse, separate of himself, since the idea of one day stop loving Anafiel worst idea seemed likely to suffer a forcible separation: it was like to think of betraying himself.
But all this does not say so.
Instead let his grip on the sword that fell on the carpet with a muffled thud.
Anafiel watched her fall, thinking that he should write on a poem, sooner or later, on quell'acciaio brilliant that contained many promises of heroism, glory and death, but then the arms of Rolande once again brought him onto the bed.
And then there was no future to think about, to write poetry, or kingdoms to rule.
Title: Oath
Fandom: The dart and rose
Warning: slash, what if ...?
Characters: Rolande / Anafiel
Join: # [Sfiga Fandom Fest@FW.it] Kushiel's Legacy, Anafiel / Rolande, sword
# [5fandom challenge]
Word Count: 730
Notes: an alternate version of what might have been the famous oath of Anafiel. I do not know, probably has no reason to be, but I imagined and I had to do this.
oath, my prince,
to follow you and protect you always.
The sacred precept of Blessed Elua
promise near you. On the lashes of Kushiel
affirm my loyalty. On the wisdom of
Shemazai
confirm my vote.
love of Naamah
I would tell you that you never miss my kisses.
a ship of Azza
I assure you that will never lose the route. For
sweet scent of the lands of Anael
We remind you that I will be close. The heavenly music of
Eisheth
forever vowing to unite my voice to yours.
Yet another is my oath on the sword of Cassiel
I promise to love you until you give up.
-It 's beautiful .- Rolande murmured gently caressing the edge of the parchment.
Anafiel spitefully pulled down the sheets off. -You
more .- The prince smiled and put his poetry on the bedside table beside him. -It 's sad, but
.- Why? -
-Why would you abandon me? -
-If you quit I will not stop loving me-.- .-
-Do not make promises you can not keep, Rolande. When you get married one day to give the heirs to the kingdom, I'll hope you'll do it with joy. Maybe you love and then I'll step back .-
Rolande stretched out his arms, inviting Anafiel to gather round him. -You are the noblest and most selfless person I have ever known. But you did not think that I could continue loving you? Why You're so tragic? -
-Because I'm a poet .- laughed the young man.
never leaves him, day and night, and always
sigh your name, my beloved.
only see the pain is relieved, and
to hold me sweet comfort
wreck in thee is honey divine
incomparable pleasure of the mind and senses.
Sorrowful is the sun that rises on a cold bed
and illuminates us, alone, divided,
but beautiful is the night or the day of clouds and storm
if you're beside me, my beloved.
Anafiel freed himself from it by Rolande and got out of bed.
-Che are you doing? You're not going to get dressed and go out?! - Asked by simulating a tone very shocked.
-Of course not! Do you think I want to be in any other place in the world when you're here you ... and no clothes? - then turned serious-There 's something I want to do. Can I take your sword? -
Rolande's eyes widened and he laughed. -Do not you think a bit 'too early to commit suicide for love, I devotee poet? After all we are still together .- .- muttered Anafiel
-Cretin-offended by the claim as a day to ascend the throne of your kind an idiot I just do not know. I need your sword for a swearing-
.- But in your poem you've just said is fact-...-
is something else .- drew his well-polished blade and handed it to the hilt Rolande. Then he put his hands over his and knelt before him, sitting on the bed.
-swear not to betray you, and your willingness to respect whatever it is, I swear I love you from afar and I swear to protect you and everyone who is dear, and all your descendants as long as I live. Accept these promises? -
-I love you, Rolande Anafiel .- murmured, feeling that his voice was about to betray him-.- And I accept froze, unable to express what he felt proud to be the love of a man like that, and what made him happy and at the same time was saddened by that oath as dramatic, that made him think of a future, separate, and even worse, separate of himself, since the idea of one day stop loving Anafiel worst idea seemed likely to suffer a forcible separation: it was like to think of betraying himself.
But all this does not say so.
Instead let his grip on the sword that fell on the carpet with a muffled thud.
Anafiel watched her fall, thinking that he should write on a poem, sooner or later, on quell'acciaio brilliant that contained many promises of heroism, glory and death, but then the arms of Rolande once again brought him onto the bed.
And then there was no future to think about, to write poetry, or kingdoms to rule.
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[Historical RPF] Two letters
Title: Two letters
Fandom: RPF
Historical Characters: Frederick II of Prussia / Hans Hermann von Katte
Rating: pg14
Warning: slash, angst
Join: # 5fandom challenge @ Bradley James Fan Forum
# Sfiga Fandom Fest @ Fanworld with prompt RPS Town, Frederick II of Prussia / Hans Hermann von Katte
A / N: All this stuff should be historically accurate (as the fact that I is documented on Wikipedia in uf Deutsch could understand me because as usual, but after whistles for flasks google translate everything helps).
At the material time Frederick was eighteen years old, Hans twenty-six.
"The fat man is the father of Frederick (he was referring to him really well in the letters!), King Frederick William.
Oh, and Jacopo Ortis (ie Foscolo, but as always says the prof. Is practically the same thing) is the culprit, let this be known. I do not assume any responsibility
My carisssimo Hans,
in these painful hours you're the only one from which I want comfort, yet it is your absence to be filled with pain. Unfortunately there are
I think I can fool enough to have this letter, yet I can not help but write.
Hans, Hans, my beloved friend!, Where my choices have led us ill? It was indeed, as claimed by the fat, groped cowardice which leads us to escape? I do not know anymore. Yet I still watch the texts that kindled in the hope of a change, I resume the words of the French philosophes and I seem to feel even the heroic thrust, that longing for freedom. See? Our country is so cramped that even I, the son of kings, are deprived of freedom. I was first and foremost they are now accompanied by the heavy footsteps of the guards outside my door.
And you, my Hans? How will you now? In no way I could hear from you. Are you locked up in this hideous fortress?
both threatened to death, the king, that crazy, but do not dare. Even its hardness can go that far, right? Not against his own son and a man of your rank! Yet, yet if it were, I smile because I would die happy to Executioner with you. Oh, see you one last time, even at the cost of life! But no, it's better that way. Parted, but we will live, live. You will live!
Who knows, maybe when I will be king ... if it ever will be ... Perhaps, then ... But no, it is useless to me now with m'illuda already distant hopes. Farewell, farewell, Hans.
Oh, not having embraced one last time to say hello! No, no. I'd seen in some of tears if I had to say goodbye looked at each other, and I would have liked.
Remember when we made the decision to leave? Remember, so far as exasperated as I was always exaggerated, prostrate, and full of hate? "Discipline, discipline, and because of the greater glories of our country," he used to say, hateful man. Prevented me from even reading and playing the flute!
wanted to escape to be free and now we are more prisoners than before, and I regret the previous state of things. What bizarre change of perspective, is not it? These same considerations are holding company to you now, if I know your love for this kind of speculation.
You, alone among all the soldiers who join our nobility, you alone are able to think and understand the philosophy. Go mad if I can no longer talk to ...
enough, I'll burn these sheets, that no one desecrates this silent farewell, that fire him face up to the sky-
Oh, Hans!
You ... dead?
I could not believe it if I had not seen with these eyes.
That vile, dared, dared how! "King", calls himself, but is nothing but a cruel tyrant that binds men to him with fear. But I will not bend on your memory I swear I will, I will not be like him!
on your memory ... Already memory rather than reality? I do not think possible. I think I'll see you in a moment, or that you are still, far away from me, and I seem to feel that your tossetta still puzzled about when you listen to those old noble mold believed to be the most perfect expression of humanity. I then turn to you with my lips in a tight line to keep me smiling.
Yet now I find it impossible to smile. How it works? I forgot. There is nothing able to throw off the state in which they are killing.
How am I going to play again when I know every tune I remember your smile and your eyes closed while listening to happy? Your life, your precious life, so wasted! Nature is expected to create entirely new sounds and agonizing as any human being has ever conceived, and only then, perhaps, there would be a suitable music to this day and all those who are without you.
I tried to pray, I can not. Perhaps this is a punishment of the Almighty for our sins.
Lord of all things, why, why you have given the man a heart capable of love if it causes so much pain? And why let it go against the dictates of your own? Myself before Hans was perhaps a test, as was the apple to Adam and Eve? Alas, I failed, and always bring his weight, always asking for forgiveness.
But repent, O my God, I can not.
regret loving you, Hans, it seems a terrible blasphemy.
Yet it was for love that progettasti with me that fateful flight. Ah, I kill thee! With those same hands, those hands that caressed You got adoring, trembling with emotion, with these hands, I dropped the ax on your neck, your pretty white neck, always so straight and proud, that I loved to kiss and bite as a joke .
Hans! Why'd you have me love you, cruel?
Despairing of divine comfort, hating the human, I turned to philosophy. If philosophy is really learning to die, you left us with a peaceful spirit. But not much study has taught me to see you die.
How can I believe that there may still be good in humanity after seeing what a father did to her child? Yes, I refuse to call him father, and yet bears his name and his seed were the result of the curse. Would have been better if I had never left the womb of my mother!
But no, because then it t'avrei ever known and I never knew what it was happiness. And if there is joy in heaven, is nothing compared to what I felt in your arms.
yet, had never been born, you would live again and maybe you'd be happy. Had never been born, I would have had to endure even this pain, cruel man could even this: show me your performance.
I have not taken his eyes to the end, dear friend. All my courage I used it for you, but is to me enough to stay on my feet. Alas, what a shame! Luck would have it, you were to look not to the small window which had been pushed.
not seen you in the supreme moment. You walk, his shirt open on his chest and his eyes still fierce. I fell on the cold stone before he fell too, beloved.
reopened my eyes I saw the same black sky yesterday's fatal day, and ran to the desk. No, I can not bear to know you lost! ", And then I write.
The fat man wanted to execute me as well, but Charles of Habsburg did not believe that suited him to miss the heir to the throne.
Ah! I despised death, by your side. But now I want it yet I'm afraid. Reach ... see you again, even in hell ... But you, my beloved Hans, I do not want. I know that if you try something again where you are, you sorry for my pain. So you'd like to see me become a man, and one day, perhaps, a just ruler. But I just do not know if my heart, if I can not hate the man, every man who has what to me was torn.
After all, it tastes so sweet surrender ... almost as much as your lips. Remember? Memories still amazed when I discovered the sweet torments of love and you gently guide me? Not two years have passed and it is already a past of reach.
Basta. I can not let the memories sink. Goodbye, Hans.
Goodbye.
Title: Two letters
Fandom: RPF
Historical Characters: Frederick II of Prussia / Hans Hermann von Katte
Rating: pg14
Warning: slash, angst
Join: # 5fandom challenge @ Bradley James Fan Forum
# Sfiga Fandom Fest @ Fanworld with prompt RPS Town, Frederick II of Prussia / Hans Hermann von Katte
A / N: All this stuff should be historically accurate (as the fact that I is documented on Wikipedia in uf Deutsch could understand me because as usual, but after whistles for flasks google translate everything helps).
At the material time Frederick was eighteen years old, Hans twenty-six.
"The fat man is the father of Frederick (he was referring to him really well in the letters!), King Frederick William.
Oh, and Jacopo Ortis (ie Foscolo, but as always says the prof. Is practically the same thing) is the culprit, let this be known. I do not assume any responsibility
Fortress Küstrin, November 5, 1730
My carisssimo Hans,
in these painful hours you're the only one from which I want comfort, yet it is your absence to be filled with pain. Unfortunately there are
I think I can fool enough to have this letter, yet I can not help but write.
Hans, Hans, my beloved friend!, Where my choices have led us ill? It was indeed, as claimed by the fat, groped cowardice which leads us to escape? I do not know anymore. Yet I still watch the texts that kindled in the hope of a change, I resume the words of the French philosophes and I seem to feel even the heroic thrust, that longing for freedom. See? Our country is so cramped that even I, the son of kings, are deprived of freedom. I was first and foremost they are now accompanied by the heavy footsteps of the guards outside my door.
And you, my Hans? How will you now? In no way I could hear from you. Are you locked up in this hideous fortress?
both threatened to death, the king, that crazy, but do not dare. Even its hardness can go that far, right? Not against his own son and a man of your rank! Yet, yet if it were, I smile because I would die happy to Executioner with you. Oh, see you one last time, even at the cost of life! But no, it's better that way. Parted, but we will live, live. You will live!
Who knows, maybe when I will be king ... if it ever will be ... Perhaps, then ... But no, it is useless to me now with m'illuda already distant hopes. Farewell, farewell, Hans.
Oh, not having embraced one last time to say hello! No, no. I'd seen in some of tears if I had to say goodbye looked at each other, and I would have liked.
Remember when we made the decision to leave? Remember, so far as exasperated as I was always exaggerated, prostrate, and full of hate? "Discipline, discipline, and because of the greater glories of our country," he used to say, hateful man. Prevented me from even reading and playing the flute!
wanted to escape to be free and now we are more prisoners than before, and I regret the previous state of things. What bizarre change of perspective, is not it? These same considerations are holding company to you now, if I know your love for this kind of speculation.
You, alone among all the soldiers who join our nobility, you alone are able to think and understand the philosophy. Go mad if I can no longer talk to ...
enough, I'll burn these sheets, that no one desecrates this silent farewell, that fire him face up to the sky-
Fortress Küstrin, November 7, 1730
Oh, Hans!
You ... dead?
I could not believe it if I had not seen with these eyes.
That vile, dared, dared how! "King", calls himself, but is nothing but a cruel tyrant that binds men to him with fear. But I will not bend on your memory I swear I will, I will not be like him!
on your memory ... Already memory rather than reality? I do not think possible. I think I'll see you in a moment, or that you are still, far away from me, and I seem to feel that your tossetta still puzzled about when you listen to those old noble mold believed to be the most perfect expression of humanity. I then turn to you with my lips in a tight line to keep me smiling.
Yet now I find it impossible to smile. How it works? I forgot. There is nothing able to throw off the state in which they are killing.
How am I going to play again when I know every tune I remember your smile and your eyes closed while listening to happy? Your life, your precious life, so wasted! Nature is expected to create entirely new sounds and agonizing as any human being has ever conceived, and only then, perhaps, there would be a suitable music to this day and all those who are without you.
I tried to pray, I can not. Perhaps this is a punishment of the Almighty for our sins.
Lord of all things, why, why you have given the man a heart capable of love if it causes so much pain? And why let it go against the dictates of your own? Myself before Hans was perhaps a test, as was the apple to Adam and Eve? Alas, I failed, and always bring his weight, always asking for forgiveness.
But repent, O my God, I can not.
regret loving you, Hans, it seems a terrible blasphemy.
Yet it was for love that progettasti with me that fateful flight. Ah, I kill thee! With those same hands, those hands that caressed You got adoring, trembling with emotion, with these hands, I dropped the ax on your neck, your pretty white neck, always so straight and proud, that I loved to kiss and bite as a joke .
Hans! Why'd you have me love you, cruel?
Despairing of divine comfort, hating the human, I turned to philosophy. If philosophy is really learning to die, you left us with a peaceful spirit. But not much study has taught me to see you die.
How can I believe that there may still be good in humanity after seeing what a father did to her child? Yes, I refuse to call him father, and yet bears his name and his seed were the result of the curse. Would have been better if I had never left the womb of my mother!
But no, because then it t'avrei ever known and I never knew what it was happiness. And if there is joy in heaven, is nothing compared to what I felt in your arms.
yet, had never been born, you would live again and maybe you'd be happy. Had never been born, I would have had to endure even this pain, cruel man could even this: show me your performance.
I have not taken his eyes to the end, dear friend. All my courage I used it for you, but is to me enough to stay on my feet. Alas, what a shame! Luck would have it, you were to look not to the small window which had been pushed.
not seen you in the supreme moment. You walk, his shirt open on his chest and his eyes still fierce. I fell on the cold stone before he fell too, beloved.
reopened my eyes I saw the same black sky yesterday's fatal day, and ran to the desk. No, I can not bear to know you lost! ", And then I write.
The fat man wanted to execute me as well, but Charles of Habsburg did not believe that suited him to miss the heir to the throne.
Ah! I despised death, by your side. But now I want it yet I'm afraid. Reach ... see you again, even in hell ... But you, my beloved Hans, I do not want. I know that if you try something again where you are, you sorry for my pain. So you'd like to see me become a man, and one day, perhaps, a just ruler. But I just do not know if my heart, if I can not hate the man, every man who has what to me was torn.
After all, it tastes so sweet surrender ... almost as much as your lips. Remember? Memories still amazed when I discovered the sweet torments of love and you gently guide me? Not two years have passed and it is already a past of reach.
Basta. I can not let the memories sink. Goodbye, Hans.
Goodbye.
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