Monday, December 1, 2008

Motion Sensor Light Wiring Schematic

1frase - Jacob/Edward ; Perfect Enemy

Title: Perfect Enemy
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Edward Cullen / Jacob Black
Set:
Epsilon Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Jacob will each day, for eternity, his beautiful, bright dawn
Notes: I knew that I would end up putting this stuff to end decades uu
And as it turned ...
I finally made the company, and I must admit to be quite satisfied with the final result. Of course I could not end in mere desire for most of the physical prompt, is a pathological factor, these two you want too!
Warnings: Slash (because it slashes the Meyer is the pleasure of risk uu), poor little angst, sexual tension levels indecent.
Disclaimer: Were Meyer, Bella would have been invested in the truck at the beginning of the book uu


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# 01 - Jealousy:
all starts when he thinks it's over, and when one feels close to the stomach in perceiving the repulsive smell of the blood-sucking, knowing that she is , imagining her fingers slide fragile Bella hesitant on his face ... Jacob knows jealousy, but he would never, ever thought I would take him to want to know, for once, how it feels when touching the cold skin of Edward.


# 02 - Sheets:

Cotton blue, smooth as silk under his hands, Edward absorbed through it, smoothing each crease with your fingers, running like a spider on the floor of the mattress does not know why there is not even all that interested in the why the hell that drove home Black - or more precisely in Jacob's room - but he knows that now his hand is two inches from the dog and that, as soon as they open their eyes, he will be far away.

# 03 - Coffee:

Edward goes round and round the plastic cup in his hands, feels, and does not feel the warmth of coffee by pressing against the fingers and obviously he did not serve coffee, not even like, something that has not convinced him, a shade of brown that reminds him of something terrible, another heat leaning against him, another of the same skin same color ...; angry, the vampire rises from the table and the table in one step in the bucket banging the glass, promising not to approach more coffee - understood in all possible ways - for a long time.

# 04 - Interview:

Where, when , how, with whom, Billy will not let him breathe his second-belated-back, and he answers evasively, biting his tongue like all times, to not miss that \u0026lt;Sai, I was at the Cullen house all giorno, locked in a room with bloody sanguisuga!> that certainly would not do much to please his father.

# 05 - Melody:

Jacob feels a little - well a lot - uncomfortable in that house, knowing that as soon as the Cullens come back from hunting will turn up their nose at the smell of latent werewolf, but he can not really do anything about it: never let go at least one afternoon a week at the home of Edward, sitting on the dais, to hear him play the piano and just for him.

# 06 - Job:

Oh of course not, he does not can be like all other mere mortals - common, that big word, he can not find a decent job, for the simple reason that such a vampire jealous to the bone does not "tolerate the idea that all these women are dangerous to bypass around."

# 07 - Teeth:

The werewolf hear them, loud and clear, press against the taut skin of his neck, smooth and shiny like the fangs of a lion - no, not a lion, his the lion - but knows that this lion does not bite ever, for anything in the world, its prey.

# 08 - Book:

Edward would so, so much , read the damn book, but a stupid dog sitting on his chair, intent on staring insistently, certainly does not make life easy.

# 09 - Keyword:

Sometimes Jacob seriously consider stealing the key to Bella's vampire heart, open it and throw him out unceremoniously, doing a little 'space for him.

# 10 - Eyes:

Just very, very little, to capitulate to Edward, as it may seem the opposite, a unique look every color of the night to disintegrate his defense.

# 11 - Lingerie:

Maybe if we had thought Jacob quell'indelicato instead of Edward, would have found a way a little less brutal for the Cullens put knowledge of their relationship, instead of simply to find the Esme his clothes in the laundry.

# 12 - Massage:

And that their relationship, so very uncommon, is a gentle, slow massage for the wounded heart of both, too incredulous effects realizing benefits.

# 13 - Thirst:

I feel pulsing through his veins as they belonged he perceives the sweet nectar flow under the skin as a red and refreshing river and with a thrill of barely concealed desire away from the neck of Jacob and gnashing of teeth. \u0026lt;Cos'è, You sete, sanguisuga?>

# 14 - Gift:

Everything you would expect, unless you wake up Christmas morning and find a packet at the door, with attached note "At stupid mutt, with ... whatever you want, Edward .

# 15 - Photo:

Sometimes, when Jacob enters the room of Bella - those few times now when she let him - feels a painful close around the heart, See a photo of Edward languidly resting on the bedside table and he can not afford certain freedoms.

# 16 - Instant:

Within a matter of seconds everything they believed in, hatred, war, Bella , crumbles under the fierce pressure of their lips.

# 17 - Dog:

When he was very Edward Small prayed every day that God gives him a puppy of his own, a dog you can cuddle and spend time with, but as an adult, think staring at the boy lying on his bed staring at him, he wonders if God, in addition to lag a hundred years or so, not it is also fun to take a long time 'around.

# 18 - Lipstick

With a single stroke of clever language, Jacob takes away the red line the vampire's neck, feeling a sweet taste in his mouth that he would rather not never know, and fix the other with inquisitive eyes and whispers: \u0026lt;Ever since Bella put on lipstick?!>

# 19 - Clock:

was five minutes to three-and-clear in the morning despite knowing perfectly well that Jacob Edward sgarerà not a second to their appointment, feels the pressing need to pull something big blunt and watch, if only to take off quell'imbarazzante anxiety off.

# 20 - Computer:

actually him, poor little werewolf in trouble, had really that stupid to do research for school, and had every intention of completing a task at least once, and the fact that randomly chose to use the family computer and that Edward Cullen had other plans for the day was beyond his control.

# 21 - Salt:

Edward would never have imagined being able to lie to Bella in that way, of groped to fight the vice that attacks him in the stomach at the thought that she might one day discover, and then pray, pray whatever God exists on this earth, because you can not in any way, never-to-recognize its lips taste of salt every time they leave the kisses of Jacob.

# 22 - Skin:

seem so different, despite the ice of the vampire and werewolf-sweet chocolate to either it never occurred to him that their hands clasped to seem, can in some way belonging to two opposing races.

# 23 - Dessert:

\u0026lt;Sai of zucchero, sai, cucciolo?> schernitrice voice barely reaches the ears of Jacob, too busy at that time to focus on the treacherous vampire language, a deliberate trip on her skin, to think of an insult articulated .

# 24 - Jersey:

And think about it the poor t-shirt feels a bit 'by putting part, in remote quell'angolino chamber Edward, who continues to repeat itself yes, the bottom was a little in the way, but there really need to rip it off from its owner, who already uses the little- and throw it in somewhere without not even a last look?

# 25 - Frost:

The legends of his people speak of "cold" of creatures cold as death, the same who bring with them, and Jacob grew up believing in those stories, but now, distracted by drawing circles on the same skin that he had sworn to his people to pierce, no longer so convinced to believe in the legends of the skin ... Edward is not so cold when in close contact with her.

# 26 - Ball:

Yes indeed has won him - If the imprinting can never be considered wins - and yes, it continues with impunity to fall in love more every time he sees him, but I really need to do so the balloon inflated?

# 27 - Sunrise:

And how Bella had been-and will forever be his twilight- his sin, and he's eclipse, Jacob will each day, for eternity, his beautiful, bright dawn.

# 28 - Darkness:

Nobody, neither the pack, neither his father or anyone else , will convince Jacob that, even when the eyes of Edward is so different from the color of the shadow topaz, he's going to hurt.

# 29 - Tears:

And is there in the dark room of Jacob, while his puppy tries in every way to stay conscious and not give in to excessive doses of morphine in his opinion that he injected the Carlisle and his body slowly regenerates, that Edward really want to be able to cry.

# 30 - Tattoo:

The first time someone asked him if he had a tattoo Jacob was almost frightened, and said talking about the weather, and now every When his brothers saw the strange marks on his body, are silent and prefer not to ask, had never noticed before that look tremendously bites ...

# 31 - Glasses:

Vampires do not need glasses, technically should not have vision problems as they do not have any other field, for Edward doubts began to arise: there was never realized, around the time that Jacob was unconditionally and inexorably in love with him.

# 32 - Milk:

Not that Jacob has something personal against milk, absolutely, just that its whitish in color, almost ivory comes to mind, does not say anything good, especially if the droplet is automatically seemingly innocuous compared his twisted mind to something familiar, awfully familiar , which is associated with his skin in the same brazen manner.

# 33 - Cut:

While both are standing, each on one side of the border to settle in the dark, stupid imaginary line seems even more heavy and engraved in the ground like a bloody gash that neither he plans to heal completely.

# 34 - Anniversary:

is now ; clear to Edward that, despite trying to repeat itself in every way that it was a day whatever, just like everyone else, nothing unusual, even for a moment fail to remove from the face of Alice that stupid expression and gloating that little word from his head, this is not absolutely their anniversary, in short, he and Jacob do not even have a real relationship - or yes?

# 35 - Painting:

is not the first time that Jacob finds himself staring at a painting on the wall of a daze Cullen, remaining stationary until someone, most of the time Alice, not shrugs with a smile, resulting in a grumbling and a blush-thank goodness-almost invisible in her cheeks, and the fact that the image portrays a wolf with his head buried in the lap of a boy-who-let's face looks awfully Edward is totally irrelevant.

# 36 - Repeat:

Although it is totally useless, Edward and Jacob continue to repeat continually that all they have at that time will end one day, for a variety of causes, and that it is counterproductive to become attached to each other so much - does not convince you and never know it.

# 37 - Gradients:

Se volessero coprirsi gli occhi e prendersi in giro, potrebbero dire che il loro rapporto è basato solo sul sesso e sull’odio, i due estremi dei loro sentimenti, ma la verità è che in mezzo ci sono tante di quelle sfumature di colore, che a contarle non basterebbe l’eternità di cui Edward dispone.

 

#38 – Significati:

Edward non si è never held back from reading the thoughts of anyone, rather it draws most of the time in his favor, with the exception of Bella, but Jacob is starting to lose the habit, and the reason it's almost funny: the avalanche of sensations that occupy the mind of the wolf when it is projected toward him shakes him to the point of almost wanting to not have that ability, while failure to recognize that those feelings have a meaning that is too uncomfortable, or similar to her.

# 39 - Obsession:

\u0026lt;Tu six Jacob> obsessed with not a question but a simple fact that escapes from the mouth of Alice, one day while she is perched on good birdie on the armrest of the sofa; Edward frowns, he obsessed with Jake, but even in a parallel world, it's not for him who sits hours looking out the window - just in case he were longing for the smell of vampire , you never know - heck!

# 40 - Sand:

was rare that one of his family approached in La Push, and even get to the beach was something out of this world, so its presence on the golden sands, along with a wet lupastro - which had practically dragged him to - was totally unjustified, Edward shrugged his shoulders, he would invent a good excuse.

# 41 - Airplane:

Let it all behind, his hand almost convulsively close of Jacob in her - as if afraid to see him run again - Edward really feel that, in an anonymous international air can be happy.

# 42 - Travel:

Because in that limited amount of time that is not to get too Later, Jacob and see now deprived of all heat from the dead, the road between the mountains and clear he wants an endless flight across the ocean?

# 43 - Bosco:

E 'that cursed its fragrance, the fragrance of savage who pushes him to want to try, like a child with a chocolate ice cream; Jacob smells of the forest, and wolves, and for the purposes of Edward never was anything better.

# 44 - Bracelet:

\u0026lt;Jake, since ports bracelets? You do not me ... I've never seen a> Jacob is puzzled for a moment the question of his father, then within two seconds blush, look at the cuff, blush even more and then flies out the door, throwing deep in the forest and muttering something about the "vampires who should stop making certain gifts."

# 45 - Sex:

Because they had only recently started thinking about what you really meant that curse, beautiful, started by accident - and what many would call it instinct - scattered between the sheets of the bed of a vampire, in love and something that had very little game.

# 46 - Powder:

Every single drop of water washes away the dust from the hair of Jacob, the land, the smell of the forest, while the fingers kind of feral Edward flowing over her body, totally immersed in the salty water of the sea.

# 47 - Pen:

The fountain is broken suddenly in the cold hands of the vampire, while trying for the three hundredth time to write that damn letter of goodbye to Jacob, who already know will end along with all others in the fire behind him.

# 48 - Language:

The rough licking that Jacob's trim every time they meet for holy the forest - with the excuse now not credible for anyone to "go for a lap - has absolutely nothing sensual, but the affection that pervades the hazel eyes of the wolf in front of Edward beats anything.

# 49 - Notes:

And as Edward crosses the fine piano keys, that means that over the years, in decades, has learned to master as it was an integral part, so her slender fingers tease each note of the meaning of Jacob, making him regret that he constantly never met Bella Swan and her stupid boyfriend.

# 50 - Anal:


centenary Neither Edward the vampire or Jacob the werewolf young have never really understood until when someone did not tell candidly noted, that whatever they do, they try to escape by any means, would remain forever chained together, handcuffed to each other as the two halves of the same element, an element does not exist in nature before, something just as wonderful that it may be coming.


Sunday, October 5, 2008

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May Angels Lead You In

Title: May Angels Lead You In
Fandom: Squadra Speciale Cobra 11
Torque: Chris Ritter / Semir Gerkhan
Prompt: 030. Death
Rating: PG
Summary: "I tried to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I want to remember Only your warmth. "
Notes: I took the table two months ago and I still have not started anything xD But I'm a lazy girl and this is known. However, with this promise that I will be diligent uu
Warning: Slash, Character Death, Angst. Yay -.-
Disclaimer: None of the characters or places mentioned here belong to me, and I'm not using them for profit. Oh uu



Black Black everywhere, around every corner, on people's faces.
black, or gray depending on the interpretations.
gray as the clouds that cover this damn sky like the look of people who are entering slowly into the church. Gray as the world around me, without you to give that color, that note of life.
raining, and I almost expected it. How could there be the sun on a day like this?
The church is silent, the songs have been extinguished. The funeral is over for some time.
But I have asked not to be a bit ', to be alone with you, peaceful sleep in front of me, wrapped in satin dress and a too smart for you that you always went around dressed Bell'O ; better.
final rest. I repeat till you drop what you would do a good vacation, you needed to rest and sleep.
you answer me that it was not your fault if you were sleeping night, and looked at me with that crooked smile that made me short of breath.
Now you've decided to get some sleep ', eh? I did not think I would have taken much literally.
escapes me a smile, and feel the first tears wet his cheeks. I did not cry for the entire facility, I cried when I saw you dying covered in blood, and I cry now?
Semir, you are stupid.
I'm tempted to reach out and touch, to feel again the sensation in the fingers of your skin smooth, with the slight hint of a beard. But I know I only feel the coldness of death, and I just want to remember your warmth.
The heat radiated by a smile when I walked past the office, and the heat of your eyes staring at me full of something that I can not define, something that could be called devotion, but at least I tried to be careful at the meeting, and the heat of your body, when it finally I could sneak out of the house as a teenager on a first date and I practically jumped on him after he opened the door before they let me play.
I will miss all this, I will miss so much. You were my companion, my partner , in whatever happened. Plan
try to wipe my eyes, trying to compose myself.
I'd made fun of course, if I had seen it. Then you would have caught my hand in yours, and you would make your close with that vague, as if in the end not doing anything special.
But now the only thing I have left of you is the ring. I do not ever take off, as I promised.
Andrea asked me what it is. I have not responded.
did not like the answer.
is out now, waiting along with Aida. You've always adored, my child.
now asks me to Uncle Chris, ask me when you return. I tell her that you went to a distant place, and he is not sure that you will return.
Sometimes I want to tell you that I wonder that too, when you return.
Why you do, it I'm sure. You did good.
When I thought it was over, I was gone, when I was about to throw our relationship in the toilet, reappearing as if nothing had happened, retrieving it and putting it back together piece by piece.
you succeed this time too? I hope so. I hope so for me, for us.
I hope I can be happy up there in the way you wanted, you find what you were looking for.
do not ask you to watch over me, because I know that you're already doing, as in life.
And do not even ask not to annoy them with your memories, with our memories, because then I know you'll do the same. But thinking
I do not want to abandon them, and every so often you'd better bring them back in front.
Know that I loved you more than my life, and continue to do so, now and forever.
Rest in peace, Chris.

Moccasin Boot Patterns Free

Seconda Tabella che mai completerò U.U

Second table! XDD I do a little disgusting, I even completed the first uu
Anyway, here it is. At Chris and Semir Cobra 11. They are also the first (and only) to write fanfiction about these two é.è

001. Start. 002. Intermezzo. 003. Finish. 004. interiority. 005. appearance.
006. hours. 007. Days. 008. Weeks. 009. months. 010. Years.
011. Red. 012. Orange. 013. Yellow. 014. Verde. 015. Blue
016. Porpora. 017. Brown. 018. Black 019. White. 020. Without colors.
021. friends. 022. Enemies. 023. Lovers. 024. Family. 025. Strangers.
026. teammates. 027. Parents. 028. Sons. 029. Birth. 030. Death.
031. Alba. 032. Sunset. 033. too. 034. too little. 035. Sixth Sense.
036. Smell. 037. Hearing. 038. Touch. 039. Taste. 040. Vista.
041. forms. 042. Triangle. 043. Diamond. 044. Circle. 045. Moon.
046. Stars. 047. Hearts. 048. Quadri. 049. Flowers. 050. Spades.
051. Water. 052. Fire. 053. Earth. 054. Air. 055. Spirit.
056. Breakfast. 057. Lunch. 058. Supper. 059. Food. 060. drinks.
061. Winter. 062. Spring. 063. Estate. 064. Fall. 065. seasons.
066. Rain. 067. Snow. 068. Lightning. 069. Thunder. 070. Storm.
071. Rotto. 072. Fixed. 073. Light. 074. Darkness. 075. Shadow.
076. Who? 077. What? 078. Where? 079. When? 080. Why?
081. How? 082. If . 083. E. 084. him 085. Lei
086. Choices. 087. Life. 088. School. 089. job. 090. House.
091. Birthday. 092. Christmas. 093. Thanksgiving. 094. Independence. 095. New Year.
096. Choice. 097. Choice. 098. Choice. 099. Choice. 100. Choice.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

How To Play Age Of Empires 1 Without The Disc

~Tastes Like Him


Title: Tastes Like Him
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Pairing: Peter / Caspian (implied more than this one dies), non-paid Susan / Caspian ( uu)
Rating: PG
Summary: "Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Would taken by Susan and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open. "
Note: We say that is a flashfic, I wanted it to continue but even so I like it. It 'more like an excuse not to go The Merry-go-round, I lacked the inspiration xD
Warnings: Slash (but should be a warning? XD), er ... boh, Susan tries to seduce Caspian. UU failure
Disclaimer: I am not my blah blah blah. Do not write a fanfiction at this time if they were.




Sometimes Caspian would tell him. Susan would like to take part and talk about everything, spitting out everything and leave it there, mouth open.
But the Prince can not do it, whenever you do find the courage. And so she continued to stare with eyes glassy, from afar, as he was afraid of getting too close. Far too many times the Caspian was surprised to look across the room, far too many times their eyes are crossed for a few seconds.
The first time the Queen looked away embarrassed, now his eyes never leave the boy, even a moment. Now he has to look away.
When suddenly a second figure gently rests a hand on the shoulder of Susan and whispers something in his ear, every sense of the Caspian are activated. After less than a second, another pair of blue eyes meet his, a flash of smile that can send shivers throughout her body.
Caspian Susan believes that she is not never noticed. Or would have done something.
Maybe it's cruel, it is said, continue to illuderla that way, feeding the hopes of adolescent love.
But what could I say? A little voice inside him tells him: "Truth."
Bad idea. It would be even worse. With a twinge of concern
remembers the day she kissed him. They were both in the garden, a walk like so many others. She was silent, too for his character, and Caspian asked her what was wrong.
In response, she had placed his hand behind his head and had their lips meet, plan and innocently.
was not able to respond as he wanted at that moment, and she looked at him with an injured eye which had not been able to respond.
There was - and still is - on his thin lips the memory of another kiss, another pair of red lips like wine the same way that the inebriate, who had allowed him to cross Susan's eyes.
He was afraid that she, at that brief meeting, he heard from his lips the strong taste of his brother.