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Sun, 08 Nov 2009 00:43:58 GMT

VERY successful IKEA day today! (For both me, lil things mostly but needed things, and dragaril and her bf's new apartment. Important, expensive things; chairs are nice, aren't they. I like sitting. Tables are nice, too. :D )

Christmasmarketstandsellerjobthing is a go! Yay money.

Ma auf Deutsch...

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 07:48:35 GMT

Wenn ihr im internet rumsurft auf der Suche nach Zeug, Deko, Möbeln oder Ähnlichem, wo geht ihr hin?

Ich treibe mich auf Tchibo, Butlers, Strauss, IKEA, Kodi und BonPrix rum. Wäre klasse wenn ich durch eure Comments mehr Plätze finden würde.

UNI

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:07:33 GMT

My god, uni sucks the life out of me. Yesterday I hat seminars and lectures from 8am to 6pm. I went home spoke with my flatmate for about 3 minutes and fell into bed. I thought I'd nap an hour or two, but instead I apparently feel into deep sleep in 10 seconds flat and woke up today at 6am.

Which was good, actually, because I needed to be in uni at 8am again. Today will not be any easier.

Man.

Uni

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 16:54:20 GMT

Uni's started again, and for the first time in a long while I actually look forward to it.

ICONS: AUTUMN

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 14:20:21 GMT

MY OPINION ABOUT THE WEATHER:

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#1: autumn is stupid
#2: I'm cold
#6: rubber boot weather

Hallo, Herbst.

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 21:47:07 GMT

*HEIZUNG: AN*

Offenbarung # 46891

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 19:11:34 GMT

I just realized: Dawn is Chibi-Usa. Annoying, little sister-ish, pink, desperate plot device and suddenly there! Huh.

Just a little squeeing...

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 23:20:38 GMT

... and a Fucking Finally!!

Kitty Post. :3

Sat, 12 Sep 2009 17:43:22 GMT

Shiva, sunbathing in, apparently, the best spot in the house: My mousepad and pentablet. This doesn't hinder me from photoshopping at all, no, no. How could it?

Shiva again, looking adorable, hunting fruit flies or similar tiny insects that adore my study lamp's light.

Yuna, as seen every morning behind the food bowls, demanding her treats using laser eyes. :3

Both sisters, desk-clutter-surfing and people-watching.

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:26:00 GMT

BEIM ALDI GIBT ES SCHON ADVENTSKALENDER UND SPEKULATIUS!!!!!!

Throws help at authors.

Sun, 23 Aug 2009 21:44:17 GMT

Omg, once again I got language-mooned. As in babelfish translated German in fiction. Oh, Nightcrawler, once again an author confused being blue with being retarded... D:

So. YOU WANT ANY DIALOGUE TRANSLATED INTO GERMAN FOR YOUR FIC? I'll do it.

CSI

Fri, 21 Aug 2009 22:47:47 GMT

Just watched For Gedda/For Warrick. Cried like a baby.

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 00:12:35 GMT

Ich habe zwei Wespen in meinem Zimmer. Dumm. Aber sie sind in der großen Papierlampe gefangen. Katzenkino. Zu süß. :3

WACKEN ON AIR - HEAVY METAL VILLAGE

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:20:05 GMT

http://www.wacken.com/de/woa2009/main-bands/billing-2009/

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 11:56:17 GMT

EXAMS ARE OVER!

In other news, Grissom is a sexy motherfucker and Nick Stokes is smoldering when speaking Spanish and holding a gun.

ICONS: Vaako

Sun, 19 Jul 2009 13:34:02 GMT

18 TCOR/Vaako icons

Screencap credit: http://sagralisse.mediawood.net/urban/riddick.php

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Taking/Saving = Comment/Credit
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Personal thing. Dress.

Thu, 16 Jul 2009 21:59:33 GMT

View Poll: #1430790

The weather will be very hot tomorrow and the gravesite is in the bright sun. No trees.

ICONS: DOOM - Reaper

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 17:05:50 GMT

15 DOOM/Reaper icons

Screencap credit goes to http://sagralisse.mediawood.net/urban/doom.php <3

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Sigh

Sun, 12 Jul 2009 10:22:45 GMT

Today I woke up to this. Guess who did it?

Total damage: 2 wine glasses, one water glass, one tea stove, one tea pot, one electronic kitchen scales

Art

Sat, 11 Jul 2009 10:23:00 GMT

Doing cut collages is a bit difficult if your cats think your materials and papers the best place ever to grow roots on.

Hnnnn.

FIC: Second Best, STXI

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:22:38 GMT

I'm writing fic again, I like that. Coincidently, again it is exam time.

SECOND BEST
Author: severusslave
Rating: PG
Categories: Post Star Trek XI
Pairings: Kirk/Spock Prime, Spock/Uhura
Disclaimer: As if I'd own Star Trek. Roddenberry and Paramount do. Every child knows that Paramount means: Mountain, zoom, woosh, stars in a circle, Star Trek begins.

Summary: Ambassador Spock was more than he could be, no wonder Kirk chose him.

Despite the fact that in general their mission was to discover space and to make first contacts – first contacts that would make annexation of new races and star systems to the Federation possible, expanding it, benefitting it – sometimes the USS Enterprise was merely a vessel to carry ambassadors, politicians, admirals and other important beings to whatever conference they needed to go. A preferred vessel at that. The flagship.

It had been the fourth time they transported his other… the Ambassador this year.

Spock had been on duty on the bridge as the message and the orders to fly to New Vulcan came in. Spock had looked over to Nyota. Her slender body looked graceful on her seat as she had worked over Klingon messages. He had been as drawn to her as he had always been.

Spock had looked over to the Captain. He had been slouching in his chair but the seemingly relaxed position had been betrayed by the quick beat his fingers and foot had danced on their nearest surfaces. Anticipation. The Captain had been wired by anticipation.

Spock had felt his guts tightening with vile emotion and suppressed them. It was illogical to feel jealousy about yourself. He had convinced himself that he ignored it.

He hadn't. But he had tried.

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Jim Kirk's laughter was pure bright sensation to him. A sun that, for the moments it existed, captured his entire attention.

Her throaty chuckles were a fire in a hearth. Cherished and treasured and, oh, so warm, but…

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She had been a beacon to him when he'd met her for the first time. Not in his classes, as his student, but on campus. She had walked side by side with an Orion cadet, on their way to a dormitory perhaps, and next to the enthusiastic green-skinned woman she had been a pillar of self-restraint – clearly amused and attentive to her companion, but her smile had only been in her eyes. She had reminded him of home so much his knees threatened to give.

He had hated him when he put all his attention on him the first time, a fierce burning inside of him that had made him seek revenge. He'd been cheated, he'd been bested. He had needed to control himself more than he had needed to in all his years on Earth put together. His entire being had been shaking.

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The Ambassador and Kirk fit. To Spock it seemed like everybody should notice that fact, but no one truly did. Maybe McCoy did. Or Nyota.

Nyota probably did.

He watched them as they stood together, spoke together, competed against each other on the chess boards. They fit.

They way they moved around each other, the distance always the same and so very close at that – closer than he stood when he dealt with Kirk. With his Captain.

They fit together.

He did not know how to process these observations. He did not dare to. He felt unfit to do so.

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They touched.

Hand on arm. Hand on hand. Hand to back.

Fingers to-

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When on board the Enterprise the Ambassador was on the bridge at least once each visit. At least once.

For all his years of lifetime on all of them, he did not look out of place. If anything he looked more comfortable on the bridge next to the Captain than any of Kirk's crew did. It was unsettling.

The Ambassador's stays on the bridge were never long.

On the last one Spock had listened to his older self and the Captain. They had spoken in low voices.

("Jim. It is not my place. Not anymore. Perhaps it never was – here. It's his."

"Ah, c'mon… Spock wouldn't mind."

"He would. I would have. Trust me on that, old friend."

Kirk's eyes were bright with fire when he looked at the Ambassador, a child-like fire, fun burned in him. The emotion echoed in the Ambassador's eyes, even as he reprimanded Kirk. His eyes. Spock had to look away.

"Besides, you …know what I'm used to work with. This ship, while it will always be home to me, belongs in my past."

"Especially the tech," Kirk had agreed, "It is weird to know her limits. To know what will be possible – but never for her."

"Mister Scott is working on it." There had been clearly audible humor in the Ambassador's voice, it had seemed very …alien to Spock. Kirk had snorted his humor and agreement, then they had been in the turbolift and on their way elsewhere.)

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This conversation stayed with him. For days.

He thought of technology and the advances research brings with time. Thought about upgrades. About rehauls. About inferiority.

The Captain regarded him as his friend. His older self was clearly more than that to him.

Spock thought about limits.

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The word was never spoken. It nevertheless was present whenever James Kirk and the Spock that travelled time and dimensions were in contact.

Spock now could detect the bond the word stood for in echoes of telepathic waves when he was close to them together. Any adult Vulcan would be able to. It was a strong bond.

Spock did not feel any sensation of emptiness when he came in contact with their bond - he had Nyota now nestled there in his being. She was his bonded, she had burned with him. She carried their daughter underneath her heart.

He had chosen her as his time had come. Without hesitation. They would live their lives together.

Spock had learned that in this universe, in this time, his wife was all and everything he wanted. She was not second best to him as he had feared she might be.

Once, in a different time, she had been, to the Ambassador she had been. He had chosen differently, had lived a different live that formed him to need James Kirk. Spock could not fully understand this choice, just as he knew the Ambassador would never fully understand his.

Kaiidth.

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His older self had decades to live yet, Kirk – his friend, his captain, Jim – would outlive him, but for a mere ten to twenty years. They would not remain child-less either, which was something he now would not wish on his dearest enemy, never mind his friends. Or rather, his family, in a way, as the bridge crew was a family now after all these years. The Ambassador fostered orphan children already and Spock knew that it would not take Jim long to have any child call him father if he set his mind to it.

Spock knew he would.

He knew his friend.

Beta, ST XI

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 22:22:21 GMT

A beta around here for a quick and dirty little thing?

Star Trek XI, K/S!Prime, S/U, 1100 words, PG.

Trailer: DAYBREAKERS

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 17:32:11 GMT

This looks like it will be a really good movie. :D Yay, vampire distopia.

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 18:12:40 GMT

Wrote 2500 words more Vince/Brian AU. Wrote 2000 words more for the Spock/McCoy fic, thus finished part one in it.

In other news:

DS9 <3

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:53:21 GMT

I'm insomething of a dilemma.

I want to watch F&F 4 like nothing else, but I also need to finish writing this Vince/Brian AU of movie one. And this Letty/Mia AU fic. And I can just feel it in my fingertips that I won't if I watch movie 4. Grr.

Also.

ST XI is the hot fandom. Which is unfortunate as I'm writing, guess, oldschool Trek fic. Spock/Bones, up to 16000 words now. Hmmbl.