вторник, 13 ноября 2012
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понедельник, 12 ноября 2012
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«Here we are as on a darkling plain» by BrinneyFriday
He finds her in Amy and Rory’s bedroom, sitting on the floor in that black dress and staring blankly at one of Amy’s discarded sweaters by her foot. In her eyes is a well of unshed tears and his hearts ache at the sight of it – at all the things she never lets him see. Not willing to interrupt even though she almost certainly knows he’s standing there, hovering in the doorway, the Doctor doesn’t move. The sight of his wife doing her best not to cry in the middle of her parent’s bedroom is too much, however, and he casts his gaze around the room.
«***» by Aquarellis
У них с Рори на двоих крохотная комнатушка и бедная меблировка. Эми чувствует себя героиней рассказа О.Генри и твердит про себя, что ни за что не пожалела бы свои роскошные рыжие волосы.
У них с Рори на двоих общие воспоминания о приключениях и жизни в двадцать первом веке. На двоих горечь разлуки. Любовь на двоих.
«***» by isamai
Он сам еще как-то вывернется, регенерирует, а они - хрупкие существа с одним-единственным сердцем, с простой системой дыхания - возможно нет. Удивительные люди. Рискующие всем ради призрачного шанса. Любящие, сильнее чем возможно, пробивающие этой любовью все барьеры. Люди научили его почти всему тому, что он сейчас считает собой.
«Grow Old With Me» by betawho
He reached up and kissed each eye. Taking the tears on his lips. He pulled back. "I think at this point you've still known me longer than I've known you." He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband."
She jerked back. Her face outraged. "Who said...!"
"You did," he reminded her, her face still held in his hands. "When you felt you had to hide your injury from me."
«A Fool Distinguishes Man But Love Equals All» by http://stormcages.tumblr.com/
They kissed half to remember and half to forget but wholly to feel each other move and burn. She tasted like copper, like metal had cut through her and found a home inside her cheeks and pushed her smile up and out because otherwise she wouldn’t have managed a smile at all. He tasted like smoke, like sulfur and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and everything that makes life only this time it suffocated. They didn’t breathe; they gasped for air, he bit at her lower lip, and then it wasn’t okay any more.
Whenever he let his walls fall down, and the ageless god peered down from behind the cracked facade of a twelve-year-old, the Doctor always forgot that the walls had to fall down onto something. In between kisses and copper and smoke, he remembered that they always fell on her.
«Comfort» by spoilersweetie
The Doctor looks down for a moment, getting control of his tears before his eyes flicker upwards to lock with hers. “Stay with me,” the words are out of his mouth before he can think about them.
River nods patiently. “As long as you need me sweetie,” she assures him but -
“No,” he says, shaking his head and pulling her hands from his face to take both of them in his own, his eyes searching hers intently. “I don’t just mean right now, I don’t mean for the night, or the week, I - I mean forever,” he begs her, even as he knows as the words leave his lips that it cannot be so. It’s fixed, him and her, and by attempting to change that they would unravel their entire history.
«was a promise really something people kept» by cheshire_song
“This,” He pointed to the photo. “This is Rory’s mother.” The woman choked on a sob, gripping the frame tightly as his hand wrapped around hers. “I thought there was something familiar about you.” He whispered, reaching for her chin, guiding her eyes back to his. “The Doctor told me about time being strange and wonderful; he told me of some of the things he’d seen and some of the fantastic things that had happened to him. And you have her eyes.” He brushed a tear away from her cheek, smiling. “Is it too much to believe you are who I think you are?”
She didn’t say a word; she couldn’t.
“My wife is gone, she’s been gone a long time; Rory never had any brothers or sisters and when he married Amy, I thought maybe... Please don’t tell me that I’ve gone mad. Rory was going to be a great Dad, I made him swear.”
«With the changing wind» by HONEYNOIR
So, he ties his jacket around his hips and carries tiny skirts and burly jumpers and folds plates into newspaper and bins shrivelled oranges and disconnects the tv and unhangs van Gogh reproductions and rolls up carpets and coils fairy lights and puts all the mops and rakes and plastic swords in a corner and wrestles curtains and resists the urge to break absolutely everything, and when he’s done, Brian’s still scrubbing the floor.
«Mundane Joy» by snubnosedsil
When the manuscript from River had finally arrived, more than a decade after they'd last seen their daughter, Rory cried. Amy didn't. She cut through the twine eagerly with her sharpest pair of scissors, and hungrily devoured the contents of the letters enclosed with the novel. She smiled at her daughter's handwriting, and laughed when she re-read the purple prose that would eventually (or had already) make the Doctor say "Yowza!"
She wondered if he still said it.
She wondered if he’d taken to wearing her glasses.
She didn't wonder why the ache in the Doctor-place in her heart no longer hurt quite so much.
He finds her in Amy and Rory’s bedroom, sitting on the floor in that black dress and staring blankly at one of Amy’s discarded sweaters by her foot. In her eyes is a well of unshed tears and his hearts ache at the sight of it – at all the things she never lets him see. Not willing to interrupt even though she almost certainly knows he’s standing there, hovering in the doorway, the Doctor doesn’t move. The sight of his wife doing her best not to cry in the middle of her parent’s bedroom is too much, however, and he casts his gaze around the room.
«***» by Aquarellis
У них с Рори на двоих крохотная комнатушка и бедная меблировка. Эми чувствует себя героиней рассказа О.Генри и твердит про себя, что ни за что не пожалела бы свои роскошные рыжие волосы.
У них с Рори на двоих общие воспоминания о приключениях и жизни в двадцать первом веке. На двоих горечь разлуки. Любовь на двоих.
«***» by isamai
Он сам еще как-то вывернется, регенерирует, а они - хрупкие существа с одним-единственным сердцем, с простой системой дыхания - возможно нет. Удивительные люди. Рискующие всем ради призрачного шанса. Любящие, сильнее чем возможно, пробивающие этой любовью все барьеры. Люди научили его почти всему тому, что он сейчас считает собой.
«Grow Old With Me» by betawho
He reached up and kissed each eye. Taking the tears on his lips. He pulled back. "I think at this point you've still known me longer than I've known you." He pressed his forehead to hers. "I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband."
She jerked back. Her face outraged. "Who said...!"
"You did," he reminded her, her face still held in his hands. "When you felt you had to hide your injury from me."
«A Fool Distinguishes Man But Love Equals All» by http://stormcages.tumblr.com/
They kissed half to remember and half to forget but wholly to feel each other move and burn. She tasted like copper, like metal had cut through her and found a home inside her cheeks and pushed her smile up and out because otherwise she wouldn’t have managed a smile at all. He tasted like smoke, like sulfur and hydrogen and oxygen and nitrogen and everything that makes life only this time it suffocated. They didn’t breathe; they gasped for air, he bit at her lower lip, and then it wasn’t okay any more.
Whenever he let his walls fall down, and the ageless god peered down from behind the cracked facade of a twelve-year-old, the Doctor always forgot that the walls had to fall down onto something. In between kisses and copper and smoke, he remembered that they always fell on her.
«Comfort» by spoilersweetie
The Doctor looks down for a moment, getting control of his tears before his eyes flicker upwards to lock with hers. “Stay with me,” the words are out of his mouth before he can think about them.
River nods patiently. “As long as you need me sweetie,” she assures him but -
“No,” he says, shaking his head and pulling her hands from his face to take both of them in his own, his eyes searching hers intently. “I don’t just mean right now, I don’t mean for the night, or the week, I - I mean forever,” he begs her, even as he knows as the words leave his lips that it cannot be so. It’s fixed, him and her, and by attempting to change that they would unravel their entire history.
«was a promise really something people kept» by cheshire_song
“This,” He pointed to the photo. “This is Rory’s mother.” The woman choked on a sob, gripping the frame tightly as his hand wrapped around hers. “I thought there was something familiar about you.” He whispered, reaching for her chin, guiding her eyes back to his. “The Doctor told me about time being strange and wonderful; he told me of some of the things he’d seen and some of the fantastic things that had happened to him. And you have her eyes.” He brushed a tear away from her cheek, smiling. “Is it too much to believe you are who I think you are?”
She didn’t say a word; she couldn’t.
“My wife is gone, she’s been gone a long time; Rory never had any brothers or sisters and when he married Amy, I thought maybe... Please don’t tell me that I’ve gone mad. Rory was going to be a great Dad, I made him swear.”
«With the changing wind» by HONEYNOIR
So, he ties his jacket around his hips and carries tiny skirts and burly jumpers and folds plates into newspaper and bins shrivelled oranges and disconnects the tv and unhangs van Gogh reproductions and rolls up carpets and coils fairy lights and puts all the mops and rakes and plastic swords in a corner and wrestles curtains and resists the urge to break absolutely everything, and when he’s done, Brian’s still scrubbing the floor.
«Mundane Joy» by snubnosedsil
When the manuscript from River had finally arrived, more than a decade after they'd last seen their daughter, Rory cried. Amy didn't. She cut through the twine eagerly with her sharpest pair of scissors, and hungrily devoured the contents of the letters enclosed with the novel. She smiled at her daughter's handwriting, and laughed when she re-read the purple prose that would eventually (or had already) make the Doctor say "Yowza!"
She wondered if he still said it.
She wondered if he’d taken to wearing her glasses.
She didn't wonder why the ache in the Doctor-place in her heart no longer hurt quite so much.
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
«Washing up» by HONEYNOIR
“This house...” his Dad said, so softly Rory had to strain to hear. “Was that you?”
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, stilled his feet; answered just as softly, “Yes. It was.”
“The car?”
“That too.”
“My son answering the door dressed as a Roman? Three times that’s happened... twice with Amy-the-police-officer in tow.”
“Oh, dear. Ponds!”
«The Woman Between Two Lives» by DQBunny
“So, you’ve met him.” He didn’t need her answer. He could see it in the look on her face, how her carefully constructed mask slipped just enough for the affection for Brian and the pain that came along with it to show.
“They don’t know.” River gestured to the occupied bedroom, and there was a quick, rebellious grin. “To Brian, I’m just an archaeology professor that visits the same coffee shop he does every morning. We sit, have coffee, discuss things. As much as I can tell him, at least. He invites me all the time to go have dinner with him and Amy and Rory, and I can’t because then the lie’s too big.”
«Martyr» by betawho
Her voice went hard, her hands holding his face tightly. "Why did you kill the Time Lords?” He jerked back at her accusatory voice.
Her blue green eyes bored into his.
“Did you do it for power?” she demanded harshly.
He jerked again. “No!” Why would she even ask that?
“Did you do it because you hated them?” she asked.
“NO!” He grabbed her hands and tried to shove her away. But she held him tight, her hands digging into his face, hands bred for strength.
“This house...” his Dad said, so softly Rory had to strain to hear. “Was that you?”
The Doctor looked up at the ceiling, stilled his feet; answered just as softly, “Yes. It was.”
“The car?”
“That too.”
“My son answering the door dressed as a Roman? Three times that’s happened... twice with Amy-the-police-officer in tow.”
“Oh, dear. Ponds!”
«The Woman Between Two Lives» by DQBunny
“So, you’ve met him.” He didn’t need her answer. He could see it in the look on her face, how her carefully constructed mask slipped just enough for the affection for Brian and the pain that came along with it to show.
“They don’t know.” River gestured to the occupied bedroom, and there was a quick, rebellious grin. “To Brian, I’m just an archaeology professor that visits the same coffee shop he does every morning. We sit, have coffee, discuss things. As much as I can tell him, at least. He invites me all the time to go have dinner with him and Amy and Rory, and I can’t because then the lie’s too big.”
«Martyr» by betawho
Her voice went hard, her hands holding his face tightly. "Why did you kill the Time Lords?” He jerked back at her accusatory voice.
Her blue green eyes bored into his.
“Did you do it for power?” she demanded harshly.
He jerked again. “No!” Why would she even ask that?
“Did you do it because you hated them?” she asked.
“NO!” He grabbed her hands and tried to shove her away. But she held him tight, her hands digging into his face, hands bred for strength.
воскресенье, 11 ноября 2012
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Вопрос: Куда бы вы меня отправили?
1. Гриффиндор | 6 | (17.14%) | |
2. Рэйвенкло | 20 | (57.14%) | |
3. Хаффлпафф | 7 | (20%) | |
4. Слизерин | 2 | (5.71%) | |
Всего: | 35 |
пятница, 09 ноября 2012
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08.11.2012 в 23:57
Пишет Nicoll:Проверьте свою интуицию
Выбрав десять уголовных дел последнего времени, Esquire предлагает каждому вынести свой вердикт подсудимым и проверить, соответствует ли он реальному приговору.
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URL записиВыбрав десять уголовных дел последнего времени, Esquire предлагает каждому вынести свой вердикт подсудимым и проверить, соответствует ли он реальному приговору.
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четверг, 08 ноября 2012
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Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
1. отмечаетесь,
2. получаете от меня 5 ников своих Избранных,
3. пишете пост, в котором объясняете, чем ваши избранные так хороши.
Мне от ::~Волдеморт в розово-зелёной кроссовке~::.
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Мне от дорогой Эсме.
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Мне от Сорен.
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2. получаете от меня 5 ников своих Избранных,
3. пишете пост, в котором объясняете, чем ваши избранные так хороши.
Мне от ::~Волдеморт в розово-зелёной кроссовке~::.
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Мне от дорогой Эсме.
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Мне от Сорен.
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#МИШАХОЧЕТСЫРАПУТИНАИКОРОВ в ру-трендах твиттера, а кто-то нашёл в такси забытый там сценарий 7х12.
среда, 07 ноября 2012
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вторник, 06 ноября 2012
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среда, 31 октября 2012
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Флэшмоб от braenn: Суть флешмоба такая: Нужно выбрать 7 любых песен, которые тебе очень-очень нравятся в данный момент времени, озвучить список публике отдельным постом и выбрать 7 жертв.
Adele - Skyfall
David Bowie - Space Oddity
Мельница - Не успеваю
Caprice - Dandelion Wine
Янка Дягилева - Ангедония
Georges Bizet - Habanera
Pussy Riot - Богородица, Путина прогони
Берите, кто хочет, я всё равно не разбираюсь в музыке)))
Adele - Skyfall
David Bowie - Space Oddity
Мельница - Не успеваю
Caprice - Dandelion Wine
Янка Дягилева - Ангедония
Georges Bizet - Habanera
Pussy Riot - Богородица, Путина прогони
Берите, кто хочет, я всё равно не разбираюсь в музыке)))
Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
Кто бы что ни говорил, а Даунтон приносит мне бескрайнее море позитива 

30.10.2012 в 23:53
Пишет lethnie:Даунтон, что ты делаешь со мной.

Не хочу, чтобы этот сезон заканчивался, как же дальше жить-то.
Едва ли не единственный сериал, каждая серия которого от начала и до конца идёт в счастье и не напрягает ни капельки.
Все такие прекрасные.
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Не хочу, чтобы этот сезон заканчивался, как же дальше жить-то.
Едва ли не единственный сериал, каждая серия которого от начала и до конца идёт в счастье и не напрягает ни капельки.
Все такие прекрасные.
вторник, 30 октября 2012
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Нашла рецензию на "Скайфолл" из своего информационного пространства, сижу, мурлычу.
Цитаты звучат родным языком прямо таки. Не спрашивайте, я не смогу объяснить рационально, а только интуитивно поставлю тэг "Meta".
Режиссер Сэм Мендес не пытается изобретать велосипед, чем грешили многие его предшественники. Он делает кое-что поважнее: пытается понять, откуда и куда этот велосипед движется. Вектор сбился, точка отправления забылась за сроком давности, а он все едет, кто бы ни сел в седло – Коннери, Лэзенби, Мур, Далтон, Броснан, теперь вот Дэниел Крэйг. «Куда мы?» – спросит Бонда его начальница М, спасаясь от коварного убийцы. «В прошлое», – ответит тот, открывая дверь гаража, за которой обнаружится несуразно-роскошный Aston Martin.
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Цитаты звучат родным языком прямо таки. Не спрашивайте, я не смогу объяснить рационально, а только интуитивно поставлю тэг "Meta".
Режиссер Сэм Мендес не пытается изобретать велосипед, чем грешили многие его предшественники. Он делает кое-что поважнее: пытается понять, откуда и куда этот велосипед движется. Вектор сбился, точка отправления забылась за сроком давности, а он все едет, кто бы ни сел в седло – Коннери, Лэзенби, Мур, Далтон, Броснан, теперь вот Дэниел Крэйг. «Куда мы?» – спросит Бонда его начальница М, спасаясь от коварного убийцы. «В прошлое», – ответит тот, открывая дверь гаража, за которой обнаружится несуразно-роскошный Aston Martin.
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воскресенье, 28 октября 2012
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Название: Они
Автор: Amy Benson
Бета: m.urs
Иллюстрации: Lily Pond, Фрике
Размер: драббл, 477 слов
Пейринг/Персонажи: Доктор, спутницы
Категория: джен
Жанр: драма, сюр
Рейтинг: от G до PG-13
Краткое содержание: «Он обещает им всё пространство и время и пару коньков в придачу. Он обещает им свои руки и глаза, и улыбку»

Название: Петля
Автор: Amy Benson
Бета: m.urs
Иллюстрация: Lily Pond
Размер: драббл, 621 слово
Пейринг/Персонажи: Одиннадцатый Доктор, Эми Понд
Категория: джен
Жанр: драма, АУ
Рейтинг: от G до PG-13
Краткое содержание: Доктор желал смерти, но в последний момент решил жить. Почему?
Примечание: Написано на заявку: XVI-3 AU, где спасение Доктора на озере каким-либо образом завязано на Эми. "Время можно..."

Автор: Amy Benson
Бета: m.urs
Иллюстрации: Lily Pond, Фрике
Размер: драббл, 477 слов
Пейринг/Персонажи: Доктор, спутницы
Категория: джен
Жанр: драма, сюр
Рейтинг: от G до PG-13
Краткое содержание: «Он обещает им всё пространство и время и пару коньков в придачу. Он обещает им свои руки и глаза, и улыбку»
Название: Петля
Автор: Amy Benson
Бета: m.urs
Иллюстрация: Lily Pond
Размер: драббл, 621 слово
Пейринг/Персонажи: Одиннадцатый Доктор, Эми Понд
Категория: джен
Жанр: драма, АУ
Рейтинг: от G до PG-13
Краткое содержание: Доктор желал смерти, но в последний момент решил жить. Почему?
Примечание: Написано на заявку: XVI-3 AU, где спасение Доктора на озере каким-либо образом завязано на Эми. "Время можно..."