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iholan @ 2008-10-18T18: 36:00 af

Do not lose anything if you do not you read, just needed to explain this ...
I know I have long disconnection, I missed many birthdays, news, stories and, above all, know and sorry that I have received messages asking for my absence ... the truth is that I have not had neither the time nor the courage to enter here, or anything really. But I needed to stop by and say I feel much, much, leaving the fic and your half-stories, and not being able to respond, but sometimes in life, destiny or whatever you want to call it strange things do that in a single minute, all that was important and gives meaning to our lives are not worth anything ...
do not mean anything talking about it, I like to go talking about my life, everyone has problems, but I need to talk, well actually I can not speak, but if I need to share it with someone who does not look at me with pity and try to cheer, or passing it is not as bad as me.
three weeks ago lost the most important man and my life, to be more wonderful and generous that has ever existed, my brother. And I know they say time heals everything and there will come a time when I stop feeling so empty and stop hating the world to move forward when he simply is not, because it is absurd.
Dani was three years older than me, my guardian and my best friend, and now do not understand how I'm supposed to go on, get up every day, go out and smile without ...
Well, this entry is no coments, I just wanted to apologize for the absence, and tell you that probably will not come back here much longer, but the fact is that now I have no strength to write or to nothing ...
Lots of love, forgiveness for the roll, and many thanks for everything.

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Fic Q: Utopia V

Hi tod @ s , if there is someone out there who remembers me, of course .... I'm sorry I disappeared, not as you imagine I've missed you these days, but this is still a crazy summer, first the accident, of course, I did not answer your messages about it, but I want you to know that I read, I have been excited and I thank you a lot to you about me, you are l @ s Shagged best * you *, then I lost my job, to follow the general trend of the country, and for high average family to discuss with the other half and I, as usual, in the middle ...
Anyway, things are arranging themselves: I am refreshed after the accident, something can not say the poor car * ups *, I only have the shock ... and I started working, yet I can not believe the luck I've had of not having to queue at the SOIB ....
Well, now that I have set a day of changes in my life, I leave you with one more chapter of Utopia, but not anything extraordinary happens, is a transitional capital more than anything .... I have millions of entries to read, and return to work in a while, I have a schedule that is disgusting and I can not connect as before in the office, so they will be chapters cortitos, sorry. Try, that if you hang fast as you can ... A thousand kisses and hugs
to tod @ s , I hope you like it even a little, you know that I have done my love to cont period vosotr @ s, but above all wanted to dedicate it to my Precious \u0026lt;lj user=flequillitos>, with all my love, who last week was his birthday and I could not give her anything ... You deserve much much better, darling, but I have not been able to more ... thousand kisses, love and happiness.

Utopia V

looked at the piece of land at his feet, oblivious to the dark clouds that had appeared on the horizon while his mind was beginning to wane.
had started to walk behind the fawn yielding to an impulse trying to ward off the strange feeling of gloom that had gripped him by the fountain. Had run through the trees, like two kids playing catch, letting the cool breeze stir your hair.
The animal was really beautiful. The sun glinted golden in his hair and his black eyes had a mischievous glint. He moved nimbly through the trees and bushes, as if he knew where it was at all times should be directed.
Hares, rabbits, even a wolf had left in its wake, looking curiously, without showing any fear, as if for some strange reason lagoon knew who was blond and he was doing there. And Justin had surprise yourself feeling strangely calm, as if he had removed a heavy load off and nothing could hurt him.
As he followed his new "friend", he recalled the conversation he had with Ted, and the strange dream of his childhood, letting his mind goes back to his adolescence and his years of non-relationship with Brian, when it was only an inexperienced young man who owned nothing more than a handful of dreams that seemed impossible to achieve. They were hard years, yes, but also happy and intense. Days when I enjoyed every minute, every gesture and every word you shared with the audience, he never knew when repeated. Days in each box, sketch or stroke had a meaning only thing that made unique. Old
images came to mind, leaving a strange taste of nostalgia not unpleasant: the Dinner hours, sitting with friends talking about everything and nothing at the time, or time with Daphne, sitting on a park bench sharing confidences. He recalled the laughter and gossip Kinnetic between errands and coffee and evening lying on the floor of the room, Gus, including toy cars, play dough and coloring books.
Suddenly it seemed that ever wore away from home, and the feeling was almost painful longing .... Overall, and in spite of living together, took Brian lot less than the hours they had spent the two lying in bed in the loft, staring at the ceiling doing nothing, sharing a cigarette between puffs of laughter and silly phrases.
If, I miss those moments that was only Justin, and I was happy and, having nothing to prove, knowing that we wanted and it was. Now I spent time with his family, yes, but every second was so well planned that did not enjoy those games, made them a test to prove he was capable of being the father, husband, host, friend, son and perfect artist .... but they just wanted to Justin, not more.
He felt cheated, as if those months Pittsburgh would not have meant anything, as if ls had lived: in his effort to make everything perfect was no longer himself. The fear of failure, to disappoint those around him had led him to commit the biggest mistake of all: forget the present, trying to control the future ...
then appeared again the images of his nightmare ... what if Craig was right and could not make his family happy? What if, how Etahn said, Brian did not care? What if ...?
A sudden movement a few yards of him brought him back to reality. From the edge of the road, the fawn was watching him from the scorn and weariness, and censoring his thoughts.
- Sure, you see it all very easy ....- Justin mentally scolded at the absurdity that was to start a discussion and a deer ... even though the deer have arched an eyebrow and you will be putting what should be a grin in the world of deer ... looked at the sky, shaking his head at the dark clouds that had appeared out of nowhere.

- The ...- The animal snorted missing in what Justin thought he heard, clearly, an accusation of guilt. Hit the ground, to get his attention, before entering the forest again.

- Hey, where are you going? - Justin paused, realizing it was ridiculous to ask the animal that will not leave him alone. Furthermore, it was good idea to walk through the woods if he would unleash a storm ... the cria appeared again, inviting him to follow. The boy looked around uncertainly, before following the brush. In this Zono

bushes were taller and thicker, though not unpleasant to walk between them. The birds sang in their path, encouraging them to continue somo, and a fresh sweet smell of flowers filled the room. The trees were so dense and high that he could barely see the sky above it, but it was an oppressive feeling the opposite. It was as if somehow he was protecting the forest spread over it a warm and beautiful green mantle. The fawn had disappeared again.

looked around, trying to find him, when he heard the unmistakable sound of laughter not far from where he was. He walked slowly, passing through some bushes, unable to believe what he saw.

A small hill stood on the plain, surrounded by huge white columns that reminded those of ancient Greece. Two female figures, dressed in white, ran barefoot among them, laughing merrily. He approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt the game but could not look away from the girls. Small white butterflies flew among them, adding to the strange dance of the girls, who now turned on themselves, to the rhythm of a melody only they seemed to listen.

vision smiled at Justin, who stopped a few meters from the hill, recognizing women.

Lindsay golden hair adorned with a crown of tiny pale blue flowers, bright as the wind played with them. Melanie had adorned her dress with a belt of flowers identical to those that adorned the hair of his wife and openly laughed happily. Justin

hesitated. He wanted to hang out, but then did not want be wrong ... Before I could make a decision, Melanie's voice reached him.

- Justin!, Has finally arrived ....

In the sky, the sun will shine again in a beautiful blue horizon, cloudless ...

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Back ...

And not just the vacvaciones ...
Well, I have comments to answer, entries that read fics go up, so I take a few days to catch up ... But first I have to congratulate my Precious Swet7 that birthday was last week and I could not congratulate her.
I hope you'll feel great in your day, and you are having a good verano.No I could write anything, but this morning I started to tinker with the photobucket and I got it ... no big deal, I just wanted you to know that I miss you, and apologize for the delay. Greeting


who follow
At Utopia, say that I hope to update prontito, I hope to return to work this week, to be at Mom enerrada is most oppressive, and no, not that it is punished without leaving ...
I had a little accident a week ago or so, nothing serious, a couple of hits, a fracture and a headache that threatens to stay and live with me ... But the worst is having to could you be very still, the damn hot it is and not just let you leave the room ... I Indeed I have not been for the work of scribes much these days, but I'm starting to have mono fandom, so when my mother oversight, escaped and update me ... (yes, I had to come home from my parents a few days, or threatened to be installed in the house I share with my brothers ...)
So enjoy the summer, and the road darling, please.
thousand kisses.

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Incredible, but true ... THANKS!

I can not believe: I was nominated! And not once, but twice ... I want to thank the votes received by undeserved not stop thrill. So thank you very much, * you *. excited Shagged The truth is that my categioria should have been the heaviest, but unfortunately that did not enter the competition category, so I ran out to give a good first scene Gale handshake, but I am very happy that you remember me.

The truth is that I could not attend the Gala, but Gale me was in bed, but I saw the replay on a deferred basis, and it was great.
So congratulations to the organizers, to everyone who contributed to it, Council of Wise, retold, creating banners and icons, etc, etc, for their excellent work and thank you for your work.
Congratulations to all winners and nominees, because all you deserve a prize.
Thanks again and lots of kisses.

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Fic: Utopia IV

Well, after much hesitation, I'm back ... sort of. First thanks for the encouragement and virtual hugs * I have sent you Shagged *, the truth is that you appreciate those words at times like ...
Finally, it seems that the worst of the crisis has passed, so I decided to take away the cobwebs off, do not know the dust that you get to accumulate if you do not do anything more than lying in bed ESAR made a ball and face the wall and hang a chapter of my fic. The truth is that it convinces me too ... but I know if I will say it bored me, right?. Also I have a lot of reading backward ,....
Well, I have to say that there is a "guest" Specialist in this issue, why she needed some extra help to express what he meant, and that is "one" that sticks in my memory still very young. .. Dedicated to you, who spis best mindial world, and my brother, though I know it's not going to read, mostly because he has no idea what to write ... I do not know why it would have been I be without him these days, with our share of icy night in my room, and an almost perfect imitation of Brian, eyebrow movement and a "Yoli, you are pathetic .... including thousand kisses and hugs, and I hope you like, even a little.

Title: Utopia IV
Author: I think I ...
Summary: Justin is a little stressed .... Post

513 Warning: The characters are Cowlip, for the moment ....
Momo and the gray men, Cassiopeia and the amphitheater, as well as some of the phrases uttered by the girl belong to the book Momo by Michael Ende.

Utopia IV had risen a pleasant fresh breeze, which carried a pleasant aroma of flowers, the sun warmed their faces, without leave to be annoying. The grass was a beautiful, soft green cushion, and the trees stood proudly on both sides of the road.
The few animals that crossed his path did so without haste, without giving any sign of fear or concern antre intruders, although throwing curious glances at the blond, to which Ted replied with a smile.
However, Justin was oblivious to all this. Why have paid attention, he might have noticed that the look warm and lively showing the landscape had little to do with the harsh winter that was going on. Have paid attention would have noticed the rapid movement that made a stone out of the way just before the strike, and have noticed the smile that gave him a small fox before entering the trees, or eyes that Curis and fun spent some offspring of a goldfinch from its nest, while her mother was severely reprimanded them for not keeping quiet so the boy could think calmly.
But Justin was too busy thinking about the strange behavior of his friend, also recalling the words of Brian ...." You should strive a little less and enjoy more "...¿ does it all mean? Was it a prank of the boys? The artist outrage grew at times, how could anyone even think of accusing him of wasting time?. I looked at the accounting poisoned, as he looked around, not understanding anything.
them from somewhere came the sound of an aria, mingling with the sound of falling water. In soil, the grass had given way to a paved surface and in the town center, there was a huge stone fountain with six water pipes ... Somehow that did not understand, had returned to the place in which Ted had met. He exhaled heavily, watching the clock. Great, it had stopped ...
- Do not bother, these things do not work here ...- Sitting on the edge Supply, chestnut eyes smiled at the artist's furious.
- Ted, enough of this nonsense, why are we here again? - He frowned, trying to remember the way they did, forgetting it had gone backwards at any time.
- You know, people tend to think that the only way forward is to walk in a straight line, without stopping, looking only at the end of the road. So they find it frustrating to return to the starting point, believe it is a waste of time. However, sometimes, life can only be understood looking back in front. Of course there are people who do it incorrectly, and are trapped there, unable to forward. Others, however, prefer to forget it, do what has never existed, and view only the future, haunted by what lies ahead. There are many people in the world to forget that none of it, neither past nor future exist in themselves. All we have is the present, the moment that we live ... are you living the present, Justin?
The blond was tempted to send him to walk, but he sat down beside him, watching the water fall.
- Haber, I get up every day, and every day, work all day, every day respite Dorian yes ... I live this.
- Back to confuse the terms ... I know you exist, the question is not if you live in the present, but if you live today. What good is planning to detail tomorrow if letting go today?
- You have to think about tomorrow ...
- there is no tomorrow. Today is all you have, just this moment and how you use it. I thought we already knew ... Although ultimately the decision is yours, you'll know if you want to become one of them ... Justin
gave him a look of incomprehension that Ted does not even seem to notice, stroking the surface of the water by hand, forming a vortex peuqeño. The blonde looked at the bottom of the dish, while I did not know if her or his own mind, there was a picture of the past ...

A five-year Justin was trying to push through a crowd of people advancing in all directions, even without seeing him. Were all adults with suits and briefcases, which passed in a hurry, push. The tall buildings, the deafening noise of cars and people shouting told him he was at the center of the city. Frightened by the noise, and adults who threatened to crush slipped hiding behind a large pot, trying to give some life to the huge, ugly mall, begging for someone to find and bring you back home. And indeed, someone found him. It felt like something touched his leg and looking down discovered. Opposite him, a huge turtle looked at him with his head up and smiling expression. Little Justin smiled back, stroking.
- Hey, who are you? - What happened next would have frightened any other child, but Justin was not a child either, so I just smiled at her new friend, reading the letters that had appeared in his shell . "Cassiopeia".
- Is that your name? You too have you lost?
The turtle shook his head, while new words appeared in his shell. "I found"
Justin looked around, but nobody seemed surprised to see a young child alone sitting on the floor, talking to a turtle. I even saw, and felt scared again.
- I lost ...- Cassiopeia nudged him, encouraging him. "Come
slowly walked away from the center of the city, no one made the slightest attention to his presence, easily dodging the people who ran through the streets and cars flooding
After walking for a while through an area that seemed deserted reached what appeared to be a place in ruins. It was a circular space, surrounded by rows of stone seats covered with grass that towered into the sky. It seemed a very old and abandoned, that Justin vaguely reminded those places where the gladiators fought in Roman films. I walked slowly, startled to be cuetna what was not alone.
In the center of the circle, and Cassiopeia nestled in her lap, there was a girl looking at him curiously. Justin smiled, approaching. It was a very skinny little girl, something greater than himself, but could not say how old should have. Her hair was very curly and very black, and huge black eyes too. Her skirt was made of many patches of different colors and covered her bare feet and dirty. Man wearing a jacket, old and too big, full of pockets. Since then, her parents never let him play with a girl like that.
- Hey, what's your name?
The girl smiled, and Justin felt much calmer. He sat opposite her on the floor.
- Momo
- I am Justin ... I think I've lost, you know?
The girl nodded, and the blond began to relate as he had finished there.
His father was a very good man, he bought everything he wanted, but it was days that I could hardly see, he left early in the morning to work, and when he returned he was already in bed. And when I was at home was locked in his office, never had time to be with him and got angry if I made noise and asked him to play together. According to his father, Justin was old to do things alone, and also had a lot of expensive toys. And it was true that it was a big boy. That day five years old, and no longer needed that were awaiting him all the time. That was also why his father would not go that afternoon at his birthday party. And that Justin had decided to surprise her father and go to see him at work, why was large and segurop that his father would like to see you there. So this morning, taking advantage of an oversight by the nurse, had left home. But he had lost.
The girl looked at him without saying anything, so rtras few minutes, Justin spoke again.
- Sometimes I think that Daddy does not love me ... I never have time for us, and is always angry ... never laughs ... Cassiopeia
climbed onto his lap, trying to encourage him. After a long silence, spoke Momo.
- Adults behave strange ... I think it's their fault, men gray ....
She told him the existence of these invisible beings, men wearing gray suits and gray bowler, who smoked cigars in the heavy smoke that came out a gray, ashen-faced men and vocals also gray. Justin listened intently as these creatures steal the time of men, that they will notice, how they are convinced he should save time, not waste it on unnecessary things like talking to other people, go to a party or fun.
- time savers, "explained the girl are better dressed than the rest, and have more money. But their faces are ugly, tired and bitter, and are always in a bad mood. They have everything, but they can not enjoy anything, that enjoyment is a waste of time, like being happy or dream. No matter if you do not like, on the contrary, do you like what you do only serves to entertain, so the less you like better. Justin
The child understand what to say what to said Momo. They have much money, and a big house, but his father was never satisfied. I was always tired and angry. His life was boring, and everything in it was planned and calculated precisely, every inch and every moment. Everything was gray and cold.
asked how I could prevent those strange gray men from stealing the time, if they could sue, or go for longer, but she shook her head.
- Every man has the allotted time, and he alone can decide what to do with it. Time is life, and life resides in the hearts of people. If you remember that, the gray men may not approach you.
stood in silence for a while, enjoying the silence no more, until he felt the turtle with him again. "Time to go"
said goodbye to the little gray men vowing never snatch his time, he was never obsessed with tomorrow, but I would enjoy every moment of your life. Cassiopeia
guided him back at all, where all were like crazy looking. He spoke of Momo and Cassiopeia, trying to warn thieves of time, but nobody believed him ...

Justin shook his head, wondering why that old dream had come to his mind suddenly, the girl clearly why the amphitheater had been a dream ... But how do you know Ted?. He turned to ask him, but his friend and was not there. He looked around, confused, again focusing on the water.
Yes, he was kept busy 24 hours a day, had the siemrpe work and family had hoped he had always wanted, but really enjoyed what you had? The negative response that he gave his mind was so strongly qeu surprised, wondering where time had ceased to be happy with what I had, how the fear of what could happen tomorrow prevented him from wasting now.
The idea of becoming a gray man, like his father, he trembled ...
A sound behind him startled him. He turned, expecting to see Ted, but certainly the unless you looked at a few meters away had nothing to do with the brown.
Standing in front of him, staring at the blonde and the alternate path, the fawn was spinning in circles, diriguiendole quick glances, and encouraging him to follow. Justin
laughed at the absurdity of the idea, but stood, beginning to walk in his direction. At the end of the day, the fawn had brought him there, maybe could get it out too ...


If someone got here, thanks ... I'm not very happy with this, but then tell me .... Besos.

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Sorry ... MEME

I know I have no shame, and promised that the next Utopia chapter would be soon, and so would be ... But the fact that I had everything ready for that this was a cheerful and optimistic story, so would also be the challenge this week, what happened to me the time when Liz announced that it would try ... but the truth is that these days I'm neither happy nor optimistic myself, let alone am able to convey that to any written ...
And I know I should be able to write regardless of how I feel, or do not I am .... So this is mostly a way to apologize to all who follow my story, really sorry lot but I hope that I understand. And I hope this happens soon, why apathy, pessimism, feelings of frustration ... they usually get around, sometimes if I'm really bad one day, for a few hours, but not so many days ... no, I'm good at dodging those moments, years of practice I guess.
why I am convinced that this will happen soon, I left some worse, and also why, in addition to apologizing, I have the nose to ask you to wait few days more, and do not forget me ... Who knows perhaps tonight I rediscover myself in an alley and have a new story tomorrow ...
Now I will leave my vote and I switching off a bit, have some relaxation if you help me take my top slab ...
If someone got here, thank you a thousand kisses.

Where Part Of The Body Does Malaria Affect

Well, khrysthynnekega Nito_Punk and chose me to do the meme, that although I had no idea what it was until a quarter of an hour seems fun, so here we go ... Questions and answers

LJ 01.Qué caused changes in your life?
Many, but most people I know share my stories and things that happen to me everyday and that makes me excited like a fool every time I open msn and I see they are there ...

02. What you do before bedtime?
Review my fics do I have pending for a thousand years, to think that I get to finish and return to hide in the drawer of unfinished business ...

03. Aliens: are out there or are created by people with too much imagination?
as witches, but do not see any, etiolated

04. Ever broke your heart?

Yes, but I assume that is the price to be paid in exchange for the happiness it produces
deliver power 05. Which is better, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Love, always.

06. Do you trust easily?

I'm pretty confident, but if I play it once does not do it again ....

07. If the person you secretly love a relationship, what are you doing? Forget

that person. I think that a third person can not destroy a relationship, you do so that the couple was wrong, but I will not be an excuse to take that step ...
08. Something you've upset lately?

the news of the three, the pain of a friend ... The problems of others affect me forever ...
09. There's something made you happy lately?

My best friend and my first boyfriend recently had a daughter, is a beauty ... And I'm the godmother! I still remember her face touched the day he introduced me to the hospital ...
10. It's funny that you tageen.

not know what is ...
11. You say all the inputs on your flist?

Most, but as I have no PC at home is complicated ...
12. Who are currently the most important people in your life?

My family, my friends and people that make up my FL and make me smile every morning like a fool.

13. How would you describe the person who appointed you to do this meme?
Khrysthinnekega is fun, always willing to help if there is something you do not understand and one of the best artists in the fandom.
Nito_punk is the best giving mood, and has infinite energy. It is a heaven, you can always count on her and, as in the case above, is a great artist.
14. Rather be rich and single or married and poor?

I stay as I am, poor and unmarried.

15. Many children like to have, if you want them that is?

The truth is that motherhood is something even I consider

16. Which is better: to give or receive?

Why choose?, I like everything ...
17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would?
prefer to have two good friends than a bad boyfriend and a lost love, so none.

18. 100% sure you would have sex with a total stranger for $ 10,000,000?
with a stranger like me, and with whom I please be yes, but no money.
19. Plan all or let things take their own course?
not usually plan things, although not leave everything to chance ... I'm halfway there.

20. If you were offered Winchis IMPALA take on today, would you go?
Why not, everything is taste ...

Well, I get to choose my 8 people .... I hope not to repeat any:

666tricia666 ; aizba
bri_sun
flequillitos

iru_naiz jana244

marikamp santakinney
Sorry, but I did not depart links ...

Three Year Old Birthday Invitation Sayings

Fic: Utopia III

Well first of all I'm terribly sorry for the delay, but between vacaiones and "sick" have left me alone in my apartment and work builds up ... And we have been spoiled over the air conditioning and melt my brain cells at times .. .
Anyway, I hope not to disappoint anyone. Do you remember when I told this story was something "Raritan"? Well now comes the strange ...
I said, if you get bored, I say so.
Besitos a tod @ s , and thanks for reading and commenting.
Title: Utopia
Author: Servant
Summary: Post 513. Justin is a little altered and the kids are going to help ...
Cowlip The characters are, for now ...

Utopia III
Justin looked around, confused. Was at the center of what appeared to be a grand ballroom, with dark marble floors and unfurnished. Through the wide windows came a blinding light, and he came outside sounds of people talking and laughing.
He approached one of the windows, protected from light from the sun with one of his hands. Gus and JR
play while running around the garden, a few yards away, Brian and the boys chatted and laughed excitedly, while Deb and her mother walked the kids watching and smiling proudly.
Justin smiled, as she turned into the room to go meet his family cushion, surprised the small, dark room seemed suddenly. A shiver ran through her body while searching for a way out of there, but there was no door in the room. He was caught and began to feel that he needed air. I try to find something to break the windows, but it was useless.
desperation, started to hit the glass, calling their friends while the room seemed to shrink at times. But they kept laughing, gritos.Una without hearing your voice sounded behind her, startling her.
- So much effort for nothing ... Do not listen. Do not care.
He turned to meet Ethan mocking expression.
's not true ... "He does
you want. I let her go. How many times have you said you missed in that time? Deal with it, was better off without you ...
- No, not true ... I like Brian. We are a family, "he turned away from the violinist, ignoring his gesture of superiority, swatting back to glasses. Contemptuous laughter stopped him.
- A family? You destroy a family. "Seriously thought your gang and that you could form an abnormal?
instinctively retreated in the face contorted by anger Craig to get back to the glass, caught between it and the body of his father. His mind called out to Brian, in silence pidiénmdo you out of there while Craig raised his arm, holding up a baseball bat ...
- No! - Justin sat up suddenly, gasping. He buried his head in his hands, wiping the small drops of sweat from his forehead. "Damn nightmares."
He walked to the shower, looking at Brian. But at home there was no sign of the publisher. What strange, I could have sworn that last night he and the kids were at home ... but on second thought, must be very tired when I got home, why could barely remember anything ...
left the house cursing and thinking his companion where he was. It was a dreary gray day that does not serve to improve your mood. Just
had driven a few kilometers with a focus on the interference of the radio when he noticed the shock, accompanied by a popping sound. He got out of COHC
, cursing in locating the perpetrator of the coup a few feet away, lying beside the ditch. He hesitated a moment before approaching when, from the ground, the deer give him a blank look. There was no blood in sight, but that did not mean that there were no injuries internas.se walked slowly, imagine the face of your child if he learns that his father was involved and let them run over deer lying on the carretera.Pero when I was about to get it to take the vet got the trembling creature, painfully, to stand and walk a few steps. Justin
was tempted to turn around and move on, but the animal stood still again, looking at him, before entering the forest.
- Hey, you! Back here! - The artist sighed in exasperation, while not knowing what was beginning to follow.
The forest was very thick and, due to lack of light, apenasse saw nothing. He was about to return to the road when, through some branches, saw the animal lying in a clearing close to him. He started running in his direction without looking at anything else, so fast that there was a small stump that protruded from the ground, making fall.
could have sworn I only had closed eyes for a few seconds during the fall, but judging by the weather, would take hours on the ground. The clouds had disappeared and the sky was clear blue and clear and the sun shining overhead.
He got up slowly trying to horientarse, relieved to not have done any harm. Deep breath trying to keep calm to find that he had lost. And, of course, elclaro and there was no sign of the fawn ...
- Puto Bambi ...- spied what appeared to be a path along the course and decided to follow. If there was a path, there must be people who go, and if there someone could tell people how to get back on the road ...
walked for what seemed like hours he found no trace of life, repirando relieved when the road ended in front of a stone arch in what appeared to be the entrance of a village. And he felt so optimistic at the thought of how soon there would not have time to wonder what would have a place near his house without knowing it ...
He passed the entrance arch, encountering a row of white houses, well preserved, but apparently empty. He walked through the cobbled, slightly covered with moss, to the center of a large square. He looked around, expecting to see a bar or someone to ask. But found none.
In the center of the square was a large stone fountain decorated with six bronze figures, which sprouted six water pipes. He went to cool off, feeling extremely cold water, while the arrival of a light fresh scent of flowers.
Somewhere started playing an old song ... aria, I thought it was called ... Of course I could not tell who it was, was not his style of music you love er well what he liked to listen to
- Ted!, what are you doing here? - Justin was certainly surprised to find his friend there, but felt much more optimistic than before ... Sitting on a bench next to source the book gave her a strange smile, as if being there with the blond was as normal in the world. Dressed in white and his face had an expression of indescribable peace and tranquility, as if he were in his living room while enjoying the music.
- Good morning to you too. I'm fine, thanks for asking. And you, how are you? - Justin shook his head, sitting with his friend.
- Hello. Where are we? I went into the woods and I think I've lost ...
- Yeah, right. If you had not you would not be lost here ... But never too late to return to meet ...
The artist gave her a puzzled look, he smiled peacefully watching the water flow from the source, clearly not understanding the problem of blond.
- As well, no walk in the forest floor, you know ?...- was quick to say he did not want one of your employees think that was dedicated to waste time hiking while they worked, ran over a fawn ...
- Fawn Run Over? - Interrupted the book, giving him a look behind the shock, bewilderment and disapproval, shaking his head with a grin .- Damn, Justin, could you not limit yourself to follow like everyone else?
- follow a. ..? What ...?- Justin looked at him, perplexed, wondering if his friend if he would be stoned again ... Suddenly it got it all, getting a laugh.
- Okay, this is not real. I fell and I'm unconscious. This is a hallucination or something like that ... aauggh ... why did you do that? - Gave him a poisonous look at the dark, rubbing his injured arm.
- I'm sure you were aware .- apologized the largest, holding hands with expression inocente.Justin sighed, annoyed at the attitude of Ted.
- Look, I know what you've smoked, but I have no time for this ...
- Of course not you have time, no one has. That is one of the most absurd ideas of human beings. Is the time he has us and not vice versa, the only thing we can do is try to take advantage ...
Justin looked at him, puzzled, but before he could say anything the tan she got up and walked slowly towards the other side of the square. The artist began to follow him, relieved that nonsense and stop you out of there, though a little disconcerted him take the opposite direction to which he had continued to ... well, somewhere had to be Ted's car, and ...
- Ted! Where are your shoes? - The accounting began to laugh at the expression of the blond.
- Well, here I do not need ...- drew around him. They had left the square and walked back and now houses a path of grass with some flowers and trees growing on the sides of the road. Well, eraevidente Ted was doing drugs again, and, as much as you wanted, would have to talk to Brian about it ... Ted gave him a sarcastic grin, as if he knew what he was thinking, but made no comment on "Well, what we were going. The question is not how much time you have, but how well you take advantage ... are you taking advantage of the time, Justin?
The artist gave her a glare. "I spend
24 hours a day doing one thing or another ...
- Yeah, but that was not the question. Is not the same to keep busy every minute I seize every minute ... For example, remember the last time you told someone you love? "When you get excited listening to a song last? When was the last time you sat down to watch a sunset? ...
Justin opened his mouth to protest but closed it again
- I thought so ...


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Tomorrow will try to upload the next chapter of Utopia, there if you like, because my muse, Insomnia, is unbearable lately and will not let me get a word in his writing ... Kisses and hugs
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pouting Well, I still have not recovered from the conclusion of the Spain-Italy (Iker, ikerrrrr ...), or the night of bonfires on the beach I have already another party for tonight ... if I have a week of the most stressful, haha ...
I changed my LJ, yellow does not convince me, but I wanted something more ligerita for the summer ... and got put pictures up! Take this opportunity to again thank the author, Khrysthynnekega
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Well, in this chapter do not spend too much, but you need to know what happens to our blond guy's head ... I hope you like it if only a little. Thank you very much for the encouragement, for reading and commenting, Besos a tod @ s.
Title: Utopia II
Author: I myself
Summary: Justin is quite stressed lately ... Post 513

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Cowlip, which demonstrates the absurdity of life sometimes ...
Note: If you really bored, you say to me, porfa ....

Utopia II
It was dark when Justin came to Briatin. He was surprised to see no light coming from the house and assumed that Brian, upset by his attitude that morning, he would have gone to sleep in the loft. "What was missing, she thought as she breathed deeply trying to calm down. He was aware that lately his mood swings were becoming too frequent. He has indeed, sometimes even he can not bear ... But is that Brian did not understand. For three years
had lived almost exclusively in New York looking for opportunities to publicize their work. During that time, the loneliness, anxiety about being away from his family and, above all, uncertainty about whether his relationship with Brian would overcome the distance were about to win the game more than once. But Brian never let you throw in the towel.
After months of hard work had made a name in the world of art. The criticism was excited at his talent and his works were exhibited not only the best galleries in the country but in Europe. And finally, three months ago, he could go home, and continue his career from there.
everything in Pittsburg remained virtually unchanged from when he left.

His return was celebrated by all, and he felt happy to be back home and share their success with friends. And they had much to celebrate, why all one way or another, had achieved success in their careers. But although he was glad for them, could not help but feel somewhat cheated, none of elllos had resigned to anything to get it, none had to leave his life behind for a dream. And although it was a foolish sentiment, could not help feeling like an outsider among them, suddenly realizing that they had spent three years apart and what had been lost many times what and could not recover ...
During that time, the boys had overcome many obstacles remained united, they had evolved, gaining confidence and self-confidence without losing a bit of what made them special. And a strange feeling of bitterness was growing in him.
Still, not going to let that beat him: he had achieved his dream, that had so often desired and which has so often said they would not get, was a renowned artist, live with Brian in Briatin, maintaining a stable relationship and monogamous relationship with the man he had always loved and had a son almost eight years they adored him.
And would not consent to anything or anyone ruin what had cost so much to achieve, was to remove the three-year absence.
And suddenly began to wonder ... Is it their success a fad? How long would the critics to give back? Would you Kinnetic workers would accept as one more? Or would only "the husband's head?" Would you have used Brian to their relationship in the distance? How long would the advertiser grew weary of their life together and get bored of that new life? Would it be a good father to Gus? Do you accept the child as naturally as he agreed to be the son of Lindsay, Melanie and Brian ...? Then she felt as a boy clumsy and insecure, frightened at the prospect of losing everything again.
why could not fail, it had to be perfect in everything: the perfect father more and better care for his son, the artistic director Kinnetic perfect, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect host ...
was always stressed out, supervising and correcting everything in its path. He went to bed at night thinking and on what should be done the next day and turns to him again what had happened during the day. If everything in your life was planned to detail and the slightest mishap made him lose his temper.
But perfection, besides being exhausting, it was worth ...
Gus was feeling overwhelmed by prohibiting him from doing something if another well, for fear of what might harm or stained. The worst thing was that the child unconsciously began to flee from it ... "Never laugh ... are you mad at me ?"... Kinnetic
employees were not much less confused than the child. Trembled when they saw him coming, wondering why trifle would be yelling that day and more than one had solemnly declared that he preferred to be skinned for Brian to have to suffer another blonde looks cold. And was going
literally crazy Brian, analyzing and decrying every gesture or word, feeling constantly judged or criticized, or collecting every paper or brown object moving in its path.
snorted, remembering the words of his companion days ago:
- You know, sunhine?, You should strive a little less and enjoy more ...
No, Brian definitely not understood. That was his dream, nothing could go wrong. Everything must be perfect, could not be left to chance. But her boyfriend and her family and friends did not see it. For them life was a joke. They had their little problems of the day, laughing and amused by proposing solutions which more absurd. Smiled with complicity if any child into something he should not and there was nothing that made them lose control, seemed to be in a state of relaxation and permanent optimism, convinced that nothing could go wrong if you had a dream to hold on and what if tomorrow was bringing new problems, which certainly would occur , together they could overcome them.
Justin seemed to him conformist attitude and easygoing, and you sick.
But the worst had come a couple of weeks ago. The gallery had sent samples of his new tables for the next show, within meses.Sabía what it was that people wanted to see and that was what he had painted. His agent was not of the same opinion.
- They're not happy with your work. Yours does not really seem to work, are very comerciales.No know, they lack magic ... Justin
snorted indignantly. "Magic? Dreams? "Enjoy? What kind of world they lived?. There was only one reality, and her own. He had several days
apathetic, unable to paint. Without realizing just it, your character had gone sour. He lived with his feet so firmly on the ground that he had forgotten what it was an illusion or dreams, and could not even remember the last time he smiled, he did not even important ...

Just open the door, Justin felt a strange feeling of drowsiness. Home was completely dark except for a faint light coming from the lounge. He was a strange smell, like fresh flowers, and suddenly felt incredibly relaxed. He walked slowly down the hall to the living room, where he arrived a whispering off, as people laughed and hummed quietly, looking forward to going to bed and sleep for hours. The sight before him was surprised ...
In the center of the room, dimly lit and barefoot, sitting on the floor on cushions in a circle and were Emmett, Ted, Michael, Linds, Melanie and Brian.
I wanted to ask what they were doing there, but felt too sleepy, as if his brain was in slow motion. The group smiled cordially,
- Hi honey .- Mel's voice was soft, as if not to wake someone and his smile was even more relaxing effect on Justin, what could only fix his attention on it .- You look tired ...
The blond shook his head slightly, trying to smart.
- Yes, the truth is that I like ...
- Do not worry, because we were going ....- Justin blinked, trying to keep my eyes open. I was not quite sure who was the person who had spoken, and none of them started to rise. Still sitting on the floor, staring with a smile and a strange expression, no doubt an optical effect due the low light, peace in the face.
- Why do not you sit here a moment with us ...
Despite the fatigue, the invitation to sit with them in the darkness of the room is attracted ...
- The truth is that I am a little tired again ...- came a relaxing and pleasant aroma, making him lose the thread of his words.
- Come ...- front of him. Brian extended his hand, slightly startling. I had not noticed that his companion will rise. He wanted to protest, but was too stunned. He took her hand, letting. Then he noticed the strange dress of her friends, all dressed in white, contrasting with the darkness of the room.
going to ask why these clothes, but she was so quiet and sleepy that he was unable to make any comments.
He sat on a cushion in the center of the circle, but Brian let go of her hands. The chestnut was smiling in a strange way, while his friends seemed to have disappeared. But Justin could not get a check, unable to look away from the green eyes that kept him trapped, as if hypnotized. Gradually
was closing her eyes, not away from their lover .. Then she felt arms caught him as he slowly fell into a sea of darkness.
- Sweet dreams, little ...

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Utopia II: Utopia I

First, I apologize for the delay and to dedicate this humble writing and Melina72 Ninetic, who met years ago and had not yet been able to give them anything, and why they deserve the best ... Sorry!
not know what's wrong with my head lately, but I have a thousand fics started and I can not stop either ... Anyway, I hope it's here to stay, or I start to post stories uqe incomplete for some kind soul will take pity on my lack of ideas and I threw a hand ...
At least this story I have more or less on track and as it has a couple of chapters I take to upload ... (I have coments monkey, haha) No big deal (rather silly that occurred to me last night trying to sleep) , but I hope you enjoy at least a little ....
Kisses for everyone s.

Title: Utopia
Author: servant
Summary: Justin is a little stressed out with life and quite unbearable ... Post
513. About three years later or so. Justin takes about three months back to Pittsburg
Warnings: Although accepted curses qeu I remember the assassination attempt, albeit still punishable cyber ...
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, are Cowlip. Although it is true that I still do not know ...

Utopia I

Brian sighed deeply before opening the door Dinner. Justin's car I was parked outside, which meant that the blond would devote at least a dirty look for making him wait, despite what had been at eleven-thirty and were only eleven and twenty-eight. And lately, Brian was trying to be punctual. In fact, in recent months, Brian was still endeavoring to more than good for your mental health: being punctual, not to laugh too loud, not to sigh too loud, not to speak too low, not driving too fast not to walk too slowly ... But nothing came everything should be perfect. Giro
the doorknob, making the restaurant's customers girasen in their direction, and contained the urge to run when she noticed his blue eyes piercing. He clenched his fists slightly
, reminding them to be patient. Unfortunately, the day he handed the patience, Brian Kinney was in the queue in handing out the beauty, so that he could not get too. And he had was running out rapidly.
knew that Justin was stressed, which was frustrated but did not quite understand why. But the more I tried to talk to him, the more isolated the blond in the world and the greater the reproach that he was going.
If you intended to go to dance and relax one night, was that only interested in fun. If told to take a short break and go somewhere with Gus, was what did not value or respect their work. If you prayed that will tell how he felt and tried to encourage him, was a callous asshole did not take their problems seriously and which did nothing to support him.
Yes, if somewhere there was a flag that indicates the level of patience of a human being, that of Brian Kinney should be several inches below the red line that signaled what was in stock and should be throwing constant warning beeps.
He sat while asking for a coffee and left a kiss on the lips of his companion, who looked at him with a gesture seriously.
- Not a minute. I have not been late.
Dinner The new waiter left him without looking just coffee, running to hide behind the bar again in the glare of Justin. Why this was different. The artist, who recently was unable to give more samples than strictly necessary love and complained about the sticky stuff on her boyfriend was recently, had become an almost unhealthy possessiveness, pouting and hurtful responses to the first who dared to look at Auburn for more than three seconds.
- how many coffees you wearing today? - Brian looked at him, biting his lip, wondering why I had the ability to find pretexts blond with which to start a discussion and justify their continued anger .- For me you can kill as you want, but you should be aware that cuadno will give you a heart to me I call and I will be who will have to nurse. Brian
look up, playing Debbie's arrival as a godsend.
- Hello, mate. Days ago do not you see the hair, sunshine, do you have hijacked? - The redhead gave him his best smile to Justin, while chewing gum .- I suppose you will come to the party tomorrow night. Brian
suppressed a shiver at the cold eye of Justin.
- What party?
- Birthday Hunter. I told you it ...
- What has stayed with the boys without me? - Justin publicist interrupted "You know, I would like to occasionally consult things with me. You are not the only one who has a life, and am more to make my own ....
- I said we were going. I said I do ...
- What you had to see me? What I had to decide whether we were or not - the artist snorted, annoyed "Great. Now if we be not my fault that I'm very bad person and do not let out ... is what I have to be always my fault and responsible for everything? Well, darling, thank you very much.
Justin crossed his arms, grumpy looking out the window, ignoring the echo of what Brian was always blaming him for all the anger and problems of Justin and the family in general ... at least in principle. It was a tradition.
. Debbie looked at him incredulously, a quick glance across the publicist, who shrugged slightly, as if to say "see?". Ted
, Emett, Michael, Linds and Melanie arrived at that time, leaving to laugh when she noticed the tension of the occupants of the table.
- Hi, guys. Can we sit? - Ted hesitated, looking at Justin and his brow furrowed.
- for me yes. But you should ask him, "said Brian head .- I I am the last to know everything. Brian
a look frozen, nodding the clearance between the banks and dragging himself was one of the corners of the table.
- Yikes ... I missed something? - Emett smiled, excited at the prospect of a new gossip.
- Nothing important. I'd better go. I have work. Justin
abruptly took leave of his friends and left the Dinner.

remained silent minutes after which the bells of the door will stop making noise after the departure of the blond. Debbie was the first to speak.
- God is unbearable ...- I glanced at the group, of surprise and disbelief at the attitude of the young.
Brian looked at the woman, raised eyebrows from their position at the end of the bank.
- Do not tell me? - The answer sounded ironic and relieved to see they finally believed him.
- What is what is so pissed?
- Does inflacción? "Global warming? Is the extinction of the Tyrannosaurus Rex? I do not know ... I do not think even he knows ...
- Maybe a party you back the smile ...
- Emett, you fix the hunger in the Third World holiday base ...- Brian bit his lip. He had not meant to be the edge with his friend, but felt that the situation is well surpassed him .- since I returned from New York ... at the beginning was fine, but it takes a few months ...
Brian bit his lip. I could not believe he was willing to tell their friends the strange behavior of the blonde and the problems they had. Never been easy for him to talk about these things. But I knew what I had to. For the guys that were there, but did not know.
Yeah, that scene was something that had "lived." And though he knew it was going to make it clear that he was willing to do anything ...
years ago I had made the terrible mistake of ignoring your dreams, banished to a place so deep in your subconscious that had suddenly been replaced by constant nightmares.
And the fact of having forgotten his dreams had been about to sprout very expensive. Had been about to let go out of his hand to Justin, the person who was the answer to the questions what Brian had done for years, without being aware of it.
- I do not know how long ago have not seen him smile. Always nervous and angry, listless. There is nothing that makes you dream, everything bothers you. Has lost its joy, its ...
- Do your dreams?
Brian stared at her friend aa before nodding.
- Good ...- The blonde flashed a mischievous smile, looking into his eyes .- We know of a place where it could recover ... or create new ones ...
Brian cocked his head looked at her, weighing her words ... Justin always had hundreds of dreams and illusions, he never would have happened ... And yet ...
- Lindsay, do not be thinking of ...?- Sitting next to Brian, Michael stared at the girl, who nodded with a small smile.
- But Linds, long ago that we do not ...- Chestnut stopped looking around, uncertain.
- Come on Mel, it will be fun.
- Are not we a little more for that? - Ted's voice reached them from the other end of the table next to Michael. Quietly warned that the eyes sparkled Accountant like a child before they open their Christmas gifts, denying his own theory.
All eyes were fixed on Brian, who bit his lips thoughtfully. When he looked up, it was with the glow of mischief in his eyes and a small but significant smile.
At the other end of the bench, along with Mel, did the singing voice of Emett.
- Yes! Let's do it, let's do it! - The southern patted, excited, provoking laughter from his friends.
- Debbie, can you stay tonight with the kids? Unless, of course, what you want to come with us ...
The redhead looked at them smiling, proud of their children lost.
- I will need on this trip ... I will ensure the dreams of small fabricáis yours while you ...


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Challenge 45: "What was ...

not think that it is able to write any more, but this challenge is great, there are a thousand possibilities, so last night I came up with this stuff, (I have a serious conversation with my imagination and work schedules. ...), so I leave here is to see if you like at least a little bit, it make me smile jsto that you you take the trouble to read ....
coments I have a million and reading to answer arrears have if I put the batteries, but I'm going to send a big kiss to Alucinada2 what a birthday yesterday, hope you had a wonderful day of celebration, in line with wonderful year 364 days left and you enjoyed a lot of your friends and your gifts. Kisses and hugs to
tod @ s, and many thanks.

Author: Iholan
Title: Weapons
Characters: Justin, Cody tiny reference. Place it wherever you want after the Pink Rose.
Summary: It is as cortito undeserving.
Rating: TP
Cowlip The characters belong to that we live in an unjust world in which they are not allowed to choose ....

Arms
Justin left the paper to one side, feeling a twinge of pity in it. The truth is that the news had caught him far less than it should, though posium never listen to those who told him, years ago, which will move away from him, that kid would end badly.
Debbie's words echoed years ago back in his head: "the hatred born of fear." Yes, he knew a lot of hate and fear. Most of those who crowded at that time knew that the Dinner. Damn hypocritical society.
Brian felt the arm placed between the back of the bench and shoulders, shortening the distance between the two intertwined almost casually between his fingers.
Yes, all they knew of hate, fear and pain. And the only weapon capable of fighting these three evils was the love. Justin
also knew a lot about love. Brian's voice brought him back to reality.
- What do you think? - Outline a smile at the curious expression of the publisher.
- That I am very lucky.
- Really?
- Yes, I have the world's most powerful weapon.
In the paper, a black and white photo of the former leader of the Pink Rose, "Young man with severe psychological suicide after killing his father "

Author: Iholan
Title: Defining freedom
Characters: Justin / Leda, Brian
Summary: Justin and Leda have a conversation. Post 513, Justin lives in NY.
Rating: TP
characters Cowlip they feed, but I want more ...

Defining freedom.

- Come on, what happens?
Justin looked at the girl, not quite knowing where to start. He had three months in NY, three months in which Brian had hardly seen, though they spoke every day, three months of hard work to go home.
had been a surprise meeting with Leda few days ago and, although no one could say that they were friends, he felt comfortable talking to her. Perhaps you remember a. ..
- Brian, do you ?...¿ what you have done this time? - She had an infectious smile and his voice had the tone of those words would be censored in the mouths of Debbie and her friends. As a globetrotting lover independence era had learned to observe without judging.
- Well is that since the cancellation of the commitment I've been thinking about y. .. I love Brian and I know he to me, but ... When I decided to get married also decided that there would be anyone else, but after canceling the wedding will not talk about the subject. he keeps telling me I have to use the time to pass chemical, I have to go out and have fun ... and I also hope he stays locked up at home ...
- Are you worried that the Antichrist returns to his life of lust and debauchery? - The output of the girl made them laugh.
- No, that is the question. He says that's OK, I have to enjoy. But the other night call Babylon and told me I had only been a couple of times since the reopening. He has not walked the dark room, no one has seen anyone in these three months. You know what that means?
- What's going to break your ass the next time you see yourself?
- A part of that ...
- Have you ... me saying that you are concerned that Brian has not slept with anyone since you left? Is not that the dream of a steady partner?
- Of course I want to have Brian just for me ... But he does not. Brian is like you, free and independent. I like to go out there all night and having sex with people who will not see again ... And now just in Pittsburgh and I'm here ... I do not want to give up their way of being, I do not you feel compelled to stay home for me. You can not give up the freedom that has always enjoyed by me ...
Leda nodded, understanding.
- Okay, I understand ... Now, you're right, Brian loves his freedom almost as much as I have mine. So I can assure you that a person ceases to be free to love another. Freedom brings us get what we want, but also how to decide what you do not want. Not you what makes Brian decides to stay home or do not fuck the first thing that happens. Is not an issue of debentures or morality. it's just that Brian has freely decided that life is no longer interested, just as freely decided that lived with him or ask that you casaráis.
- Yeah, I guess Brian will never do anything that he does not want, but I would like to tell me ...
- What do you say what you do? Most couples believe that to make the relationship work, you have to be stronger than the other, there must be a dominant and a submissive, someone who demands and another that it holds. Brain has made you the best gift you can make another person: freedom to know, freedom to leave, freedom to grow and freedom to return to his side. Enjoy your gift, that's the best thanks. Justin
minutes still smiling after seeing Leda away on his motorcycle heading to another city to search for another adventure, perhaps to meet someone to share their freedom.
- Jutin?
- Thanks
- "Thanks for what?
- For being you. For loving me so much .- noticed the smile of her companion on the phone.
- You put it easier, Sunshine, very easy.

Author: Iholan
Title: Family by surprise
Characters: Tucker / Brian
Summary: Tucker has just discovered something ...
Rating: TP 513
Post
Cowlip The characters are not mine ... amazing, right?

Family by surprise.
Sometimes the most obvious reality hits us by surprise.
That was how the young and independent Tucker discovered one morning when part of a large family by surprise and betrayal. Huerfano
still just a teenager, had traveled from one side to the country, riding on his Harley.
The day I met Jennifer knew it was time to settle and start a new life with him. It was not so blind as to not recognize love when he saw it.
knew that the woman had two sons, one was a student of hers, but that did not make him a father. Of course, I always respected. But a relationship with the mother. If the guys accepted it well and if not, too. Jen
collaborated actively in the events of the Association of Parents of Gays and Lesbians, and Tucker knew that to her, the boys of the Liberty Avenue were part of his family. But just go with her to such acts did not think that, perhaps, was becoming part of that family. Nor
Debbie hints and little jokes made him suspect anything, personalized invitations to every meal, dinner, party or social event of different family members gave no clue about it. Even
that Emett will accompany every two months to renew your wardrobe you noted that it was one of a clan.
No, those were the family of Justin, Jen and Molly. A group of people I felt comfortable but that had nothing to do with him.
not realized until that point had changed his life one year after beginning their relationship with the realtor.
had arrived punctual to his appointment at the Dinner. Brian had called the day before to meet and drink coffee.
quietly chatted about cars and motorcycles, which he rolled about teachers with their students and how silly it was Valentine's day, without understanding the looks of panic and nervousness of the boys and his girlfriend the day before, when I had told he had an appointment with the brown ...
- you can not go ...
- If you will not be worse ...
- Pretend you've had an accident ...
- Be an accident ...
had started talking all at once, interrupting each other to the confused look of Tucker. Finally we were leaving, saying goodbye with a "whatever happens, you do not let bully ", as he looked as if it were your last day alive and definitely were firing him.
The truth is I did not understand these reactions.'s publicist, although he had heard of him, I fell really good. It was a discreet person who did not get into anyone's life, someone who could maintain a quiet conversation, pleasant and inconsequential as they had at the moment ...
The question came in a tone so casual and relaxed about the late Professor seconds to assimilate.
- And tell me, Tuck, what are your plans about Jen?
Tucker looked surprised. It was a question that might be expected from Emett, Debbie, Justin even but do the simple, liberal Brian Kinney?
- Does it matter much?
- Uff, not the least true ... But you see, you throw your mother and I the child. And if the mother has, the child gets angry. And if not fuck Justin gets angry. And the sufferer then me. Which tells us that if you do damage to Jen, I'll be hurting me. So tell me, Daddy, what are your plans about Jen? - Brian smiled, as if explaining to a child po what two plus two equals four, in a calm and natural.
His eyes met those of Debbie, Emett and Daphne, who smiles and nods went nervous, shaking hands. And then I
realized: he had become a member of a large, diverse and family unity.
But the attitude was not nervous about Debbie and the boys who did understand, nor Brian's question, which gave him a look now curious and fun.
No, what made him realize that it was actually surprised himself wondering what the argument was a publicist logic.
He weighed his options: start your Harley and driving without a break until the border with Mexico, changing identity and flee to a convent, order another coffee and caffeine-based suicide and lemon bars .. He smiled
open to the group, ask if a ring and an engagement party would be a good way to become an official member of the family of the Liberty Avenue

Author: Iholan
Title: Rage
Characters: Chris Hobbs / Brian, Justin
Rating: NC -17, I think ... there is some violence, very mild, and the language ... but wanted to give Brian the chance ... Post 513

Cowlip characters are, which is a shame that Brian and Justin with me enjoy it more and Hobbs would regret having born ... did not know what to title ... sorry! Rage

Brian walked through the city and the dark, delaying the time to go home, trying not to think.
Brian was not one who was tormented by his past, at least not anymore. But few days before his birthday. And like every year around this time, despite the elapsed time, also became memories and nightmares.
Not that I did not have bad dreams the rest of the year, but in those days intensified.
He saw himself, grinning like never before done. Justin was dancing in his arms, laughing happily. The bulbs are lit, gleamed golden in the beautiful blonde hair, the sound of their laughter ringing loudly.
Suddenly darkness engulfed, giving way to white light artificial and harmful. Justin was lying on the floor at his feet, motionless. El silencio golpeaba sus oidos, sintiendo la sangre roja y caliente en sus manos. El suelo, sus ropas, el rostro de Justin, todo era un mar de sangre espesa. Quería gritar, pero nadie le oia...
Entonces se despertaba, sudando y con la respiración agitada, sintiendo que se ahogaba mientras algunas lágrimas rebeldes surcaban su rostro. Se calmaba poco a poco, comprobando que Justin dormia a su lado, que estaba a salvo.
Por suspuesto, Justin se daba cuenta de que algo pasaba, notaba su aspecto cansado por las mañanas, la coincidencia del aumento de las pesadillas con la cercanía de su cumpleaños y, por tanto, con el aniversario de la agresión de Cris Hobbs, pero Brian esquivaba las preguntas, ignorando el gesto the artist concerned.
was stopped at the sign announcing the next "Great Exposition of Jutin Taylor", thinking it was time to go home. He heard steps behind him, feeling that his blood froze to recognize your voice.
- Have you seen what they put there? ... I can not believe ...
- Justin Taylor? Did you know?
- Yes, went to my school ... is a fucking fag, and flaunt it. But I gave him his due, yes sir, the night of graduation, haha ...
went long. He turned, recognizing the blond that point had been about to kill Justin, kill them both in fact, years ago, felt the urgent need to be home Justin hugging, making sure what was right.
He turned and started walking, Hobbs's words echoing in his head, feeling a fury unknown until run through his veins ...
He retraced his steps, not knowing what he was doing. He spotted a Hobbs
passing by an alley, and without his friend. Toured the meters that separated them in just a few strides, throwing the blond in the barely lit alley, which crashed into the wall. The fear on the younger voice caused a smile of rejection.
- Relax, dude ... take what you want but I do not do anything.
- You do not have anything I might want .- Brian's voice sounded cold, metallic, as he approached the boy, leaving a few inches of him. The blond looked at him confused before recognizing him. Then he turned pale.
- You ... you're ... what ... do you want?
- see, I could not help hearing your conversation ... but I think I missed some details ... you told your friend that you're just miserable and will only attack from behind? "A disgusting coward who wets his pants when his followers not to protect you? - The boy had been shrinking more about himself as he spoke, like a frightened rat, and appeared to faint.
already ... I told him I was not ...- Brian could not help but smile at the pathetic creature babbling nonsense words, feeling his anger slowly faded. Prepared to leave .- And, he asked for it ... Justin ...
Brian had turned to go, but those words made him stop suddenly, clenching his fists tightly. The name of his companion's lips Hobbs was the worst of insults.
turned, reaching Hobbs punch in the face, derribandole.Lo rose again, hitting him with fury, he fell on a container, knocking him down in their path.
He knelt beside him, gripping him by the collar, the raised fist to download a new hit, listening to him whine.
- No, Please, for, as siennto ..
lowered his fist, lifting the chest.
_ Listen, slag, Justin was very generous letting you live. But if I ever see you, if you approach him, if he sees you even if by chance, if reappointed, I swear you will not have much luck with me. Is that clear? Hobbs
nodded, her face become a mask of panic, trembling uncontrollably. He remained on the floor, lying among the rubble for a long time after Brian was gone.
- Hey, where have you been? Began to worry ...- embraced the blonde with force, devouring his lips with a passionate kiss, swallowing his words and grateful to be back at home.
- Justin ...- I need a shower I look uncertainly
- You know, I think we should look at what your nightmares, I do not know maybe you would help ...
- The only thing that helps me is knowing that you're here, you'll always be here ... and I think from now on, I'll sleep much better ... Justin
smiled back, uncomprehending.

Does A Church Have To Keep Tithing Envelopes

Challenge 45: What happened to ...?

Well, it's definitive, fully locoy my LJ does whatever he pleases is completely independent of what I want to do ... My header gone again, but the other day he came home by himself, so wait patiently back again, haha. If that is entirely independent ... Yesterday
Most viewed I could not in all day, so this morning I have been recovering arrears stories ....
Well, I wanted to thank everyone s for autographs and congratulations last week ... I wanted to have used the weekend to write. but the truth is I'm pretty locked and what I have left is pretty disappointing ... but I wanted to congratulate the birthday girl these days in conditions.
No big deal, but made with great affection, I hope you had a wonderful time and I have rained gifts and tokens of affection.
s Kisses for everyone, and special hugs Marikamp, never forget your beautiful birthday, I promise .... Adamawa feel the delay ... but better late than never, is not it, haha, Nito_punk many thanks again for the header and your help and Susgus beautiful, what a birthday yesterday.
course, spring is very very productive, haha.
do not know if I miss the birthday of someone, if so I apologize and feel included in these gifts.
much joy!


Challenge 45: "What was ..."
Author: Iholan
Title: Sometimes, losing is winning
Summary: It is very cortito to summarize
Warning: Post
513 Characters: Brandon / Brian / Justin
Those are made of gold with the characters are the Cowlip, I just take care of them.
Hope you like, even just a little bit, because my head is not enough for more ...
Kisses for everyone s.

Sometimes losing is winning. R

Ecorr the local with the glance, scorning the proposals of those around you, looking for him.
been two years since the last time you were near him, two years that you have become one of the new stallions of Pittsburgh, two years of parties and confusion of a night.
But long ago it started to get bored, not that I do not like knowing you are the center of attention of all gays Liberty av., is that you feel that among the looks of adoration and desire, you are missing something, there is still someone who has not owned and with whom you have an outstanding bill.
Because you know that for a legend is born, the other must succumb. And while Brian Kinney long ago relinquished that title, he is the king of Babylon and Liberty Avenue, himself king your refuse a day, the same beat you on that bet, the same as after you've had available, naked on her bed, I had rejected.
No, never recognize it, but inside you know that if it was hard to lose that bet, much more humiliating was he rejected claim your prize.
At last I find it, just leaning on the bar, ignoring the stares of desire and the insinuations of those around him, staring at the door, incredibly beautiful under the light bulbs.

- Bored, Kinney? - You go slowly, with your best smile of a hunter, as he leads you a quizzical look, recognizing the game.
- Brandon! - How about hunting? -
- Well ... I think I've thrown to me ... Almost all-you naked with your eyes, while your hand rests on his arm, with a smile that speaks of lust and desire .- Only one person that interests me tonight ...

You smile the young man, recalling How was your life a few years ago. If you know the game. Hell, you made the game alpha male in search of prey different every night, it is not difficult, the same words, the gestures ... sex, just that, without further complications.
feel the stares of those around you awaiting you, every gesture, glance and word will remain on file in their reports and then be thoroughly analyzed, the two legends of Liberty Avenue, the two men most wanted face to face.
feel the deep blue eyes fixed on you long before you see them, wondering how both have changed your life and find the explanation when I returned the smile: it is life.
- Well I hope you get lucky. I just found the one person that I am interested in talking to a few centimeters ...- of his mouth, watching her slowly disappear smirk.

tour you just a moment, watching the blond boy two years ago is the only obstenta the privilege of entering the great Kinney bed, wondering what will be done to tame. We stop again.
- You won the bet. I thought you'd want cobrartela .- The green-eyed smile is like a magnet, and you feel the need to catch his lips from yours, as if you were a delicacy and a hungry man.
- Sometimes, when you win, you lose.

You move away from Brandon, feeling your eyes on her neck, not hear comments about you, without even noticing the tide of bodies that opens before you to let pass without taking his eyes off those blue eyes that watch you from relieved pride and fun.
- You're late, Your eager lips over his mouth preventing Justin respond to your greeting, and let out a groan when he breaks contact, need fresh air.
"You missed the opportunity to collect old debts.
Your mind back in time, come back to see the pain in the eyes of Justin, go back to see you out of your life, not angry or bitter, but disappointed, and go back to hating you for not being able to hold him, to say that it was what really care ... and you know you could not bear to hurt again.
- Sometimes, when you lose, you win.

I see dancing in the middle of the floor, alone in the crowd to cheers, seeking to draw your attention, and know that together the two, are freer than they ever were separately. They are the king and the prince of Babylon, and you'll soon be a legend, and who knows, maybe fate will also have reserved a prince with golden hair and deep blue eyes.

Author: Iholan
Title: A good mother
Notes: Post 513. Death of a secondary character
Characters: Brian / Debbie, Joan
characters remain Cowlip, bad luck ... A good mother

Brian looked to infinity, asking what was there while trying to put some order in their feelings. Joan had long
was sick, she knew. At the end of the day was he who paid their bills.
But still, the doctor's call announcing it was a matter of hours had taken him by surprise.
At the hospital had to suppress a grin at the thought of unreality of the situation: he sat at the foot of the bed of the woman who years earlier he had disowned him as his holy sister was at home, unable, she said, to withstand stress.
had never stopped to think that would feel at the death of his mother, of course you never wanted something like that, but neither would have imagined that this feeling of emptiness inside.
tried to remember a single moment that Joan would have embraced what would have smiled and had told him how proud I was of him. But he could not find any.
flocked to his mind only memories of that cold and arrogant woman, strictly against any sign of weakness as tears or hugs, a woman eternally dissatisfied with his life. Joan
was removed, leading him out of his pensamientos.Se approached her, she opened her eyes holding her hand.
- Are you tu.Jack? - Brian sighed at the drunken ravings of the woman, his hand slightly aprentando .- We have a child is a boy ... Jack ...
thought he had lost consciousness again, but his voice rough and agony of Joan returned to fill the room.
- Who are you? Have you seen my son? - I glanced out of focus .- school again soon. It's a very smart guy ... Brian
tried to find a word to reassure her, but the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.
- Jack did not want him ... no I wanted to keep it. If he had not been born everything would be different ... I still want Jack ... Brain
dominated the urge to run, looking away.
- I thought he would be different, they respect me ... but it is a monster, an abomination in the eyes of God ... It has been condemned to hell, though I tried to open his eyes ...- Your edos is suddenly twitched on his son's hand, looking scared around .- No! ... I am a good mother ... They say that hell awaits me ... laugh at me ... You lie! - Joined a bit, facing voices that only she could hear, leaving a few centimeters from the face of his son, watching him without him .- He was a good Christian, I have been a good mother. Tell!. Tell them I've been a good mother ...
The lay back, hearing muttering nonsense words, blinking back tears.
- If you've been a good mother.
was barely a whisper, but she seemed to hear him because the tension was gone from his face
- Brian ...- moments later, she breathed her last sispiro. Brian
drove aimlessly. He had not wanted to call Justin, I knew I would be concerned and at that time had no strength to talk to anyone.
did not know how it got Debbie's house. He left the car with his hands in his jacket pockets leather and sat on the porch, oblivious to the cold of dawn.

She hung up after reassuring Justin. The artist had awakened at dawn, surprised to be found only in bed. A feeling
him to call the hospital in which Joan Kinney had entered a few weeks, where they confirmed that Ms. Kinney had died and that his son had just left the hospital.
Neither could explain why it had taken to calling Debbie, who advised him to try to rest a little longer, Brian needed to be alone ...
But it was no longer able to lie was her maternal instinct to obey what he said that the most rebellious and vulnerable children would need.
A couple of hours later she heard him coming. Justin called for calm, telling Dinner called that morning would not go to work and prepare two cups of coffee while watching the advertiser.
staring at a point on the horizon, the pale and tired, chestnut seemed more real and more beautiful than ever.
He sat at his side, leaving one of the cups at his side, took a while to break the silence that reigned in the cold morning.
- You know my first thought upon seeing you?
Brian smiled slightly.
- Stay away from my baby? - Both laughed briefly.
- After that ... I saw a cheeky little brat of fourteen playing at being a tough guy, a kid who could not even imagine all the good that was inside him ... Brian
his jaw.
- just wanted to know if you go to heaven ... what he said he had been a good mother who had won paradise. I never knew was there suddenly ...- paused, unable to speak.
- You're a good person, Brian. You're a good husband, good father and a good friend. You are the son that every mother would want.
No one spoke for a few minutes, Brian's eyes filled with tears.
- Come on, make a frivolous of balls here.
let herself was Michael's old room, leaving clothing for women, feeling like dying a little cold inside. Debbie lies down with him, hugging you back on the blankets.
Brian smiled through her tears.
- You're a good mother. Deb
smile, leaving a kiss on the nape of her favorite child.
- Sleep, my son. Rest. Mom is here.

Author: Iholan
Title: Closing wounds
Characters: Jonh, Brian
Summary: Nothing, a little letter to his nephew Brian ... give it a try to the boy melon
Post 513
Cowlip The characters are incredible as it seems .. Closing wounds

"Dear Brian,
the truth is that, of all things I've done in my life, writing this letter is the hardest. It will be for Kinney words and feelings home.
I know I have no right to address you after all these years, after much damage as you did. Asin, if you've got here, thanks.
not write this letter to ask forgive me, I know very well I do not deserve. not try to justify or understand what why I did when I myself do not understand.
just knew that I hated you, a stupid way of a kid stupid to hide the envy ...
know, I admired as a child, you were my hero. I thought hearing about you, Brian, the black sheep of the family, so far, so self-sufficient, so free.
If your absence from family life will become the center of it. It is not easy to live under the specter of a giant.
was not a surprise that you were gay, but if it was the reaction of the grandmother. He heard about you, your disgusting lifestyle, what you were degenerated. And I dreaded the idea of believing that I could be a monster ...
Still, I liked the few moments that we spent at home, while my mother cried and I cried God knows why, and I wondered why we no longer wanted to dwarf me in your life, as you seemed to love that child, a baby just that you appear in photos.
Yes, I think, therefore I chose revenge, if you do not want me in your life, I do not want you in mine. But I needed a last memory bracelet.
Yes, I know that jealousy, lack of a father figure, fear not explain my behavior, but I said I'm not trying to justify myself.
I read the news of your wedding with that blond guy, the same that ended my mistake. Say it is a great artist.
I know you have a life, a family that has found a way to live in peace with everyone.
're so lucky to have someone by your side. And he too is lucky to have you, almost as much as the child of the photos.
soon emerge from the juvenile correctional and I go to London to live with my father. The dwarf wants to come with me. Mom objects, but it may be best for him.
Who knows, maybe in the old continent get a new life. Maybe find a way to get say the magic words and assume that I am, without fear of rejection or they will say.
may find someone able to save everything, including me. And who
knows, maybe one day find a way to forgive, to be able to think of your nephew John without rancor. Maybe one day our paths will cross down the street and greet us as usual ...
Meanwhile, despite everything, you get the repeat and the affection of your nephew
; ; ; Jonh M. Kinney. "

Brian gave a brief smile as he felt the silent presence of Justin on his back, knowing how much it had cost to deliver the letter they had received that morning in Kinnetic. He stood up, wondering what had become of his life without it.
- What are you doing? - He bent, leaving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling.
- close old wounds.

- John, letter for you.
He even observe him carefully, wondering what would have on without referring particularly to the young brown smile for the first time since his admission to the center.
There was no address or no letter inside, just an old shell bracelet with the initials BK If, one day, maybe ...

Author: Iholan
Title: I'm sorry, Ethan Post 513

For surreal enough, the characters are not ours, but

Cowlip Sorry, Ethan

She looked in the window opposite the gallery, smiling contentedly. He could not afford the frills of dress, but not bad.
In recent months he had been writing, asking him to speak ... I knew that what he had been special to Justin, and was sure what the blond will miss him as much as Ethan.
At first she had despaired of ever receiving a reply. But the answer had come weeks ago, in an interview with the artist.
He was surprised how far he had come in such a short time, but knew what was the reason:.

"" In less than six months and has made a name among the most promising young talents in NY, what the key to his success?
- The key is to achieve a goal that encourages you to work hard and very hard to achieve the goal.
- And that goal is ...?
- Back to where you came out ...
- Well, is there anyone important there?
- If I let someone very important in Pittsburgh, someone to whom I owe all my inspiration.
- And that someone, do you expect your return?
- For some time it seemed impossible, but if waiting for me.

Yes, Ethan knew he spoke of him. no doubt, had received their letters and realized that his future lay at his side, still waiting for his return.
"Someone to whom I owe all my inspiration," the message was clear, did Ethan was not his biggest inspiration? he himself had told the arrogant Brian Kinney years ago: "an artist brings out the best when you have someone who loves you to inspire his side to "
Guests at the first major exhibition in Pittsburgh Justin began to leave. I had thought to enter the gallery, but preferred to hold their reunion in a more relaxed atmosphere, moreover, with that dress was unlikely that let him come.
wrinkled her nose slightly to recognize some of Justin's friends out of the room. I would have time to present best companies when they were together again.
crossed the street as the crowd was dispersing.
Justin left Gallery. He was more handsome than ever with a beautiful dark jersey, enhances the brightness of her golden hair.
He looked down the street deserted and Ethan's heart sank: I was looking for him.
He stood behind her, smiling.
- Hello, Justin.
- Hello ... what ... what are you doing here? - Justin gave him a formal smile that confused the violinist.
- I ... well, I guess you first have to talk ...- The artist's attitude puzzled him. Supposed to be launched into his arms just to see him.
- Oh, really? - Justin looked at him without understanding and Ethan realized he was doing to pray.

Brian and Daphne were the last to leave the gallery. You are about to leave when they were surprised to hear Justin talking to someone on the outside, but from their position could only see the back of the blond. Froze a moment, while Brian's hand closed tightly over the shoulder of the girl recognized the voice ...

- Well, I told you on the charts, I ... Justin ours is special, you said it yourself ... Dapnhe
mentally hit while Brian expression twitched increasingly stopping the wave of girl talk.

- What letters ?...¿ And when I said I do that, exactly? - Justin tried to be polite, but he was struggling to continue that conversation.
- Come on in the interview, you said it. I am your inspiration as you're mine ... I know I did wrong and come back to apologize, I ... Justin
deep breath, trying not to laugh, thinking ...
- You know, I who should apologize ...
- Justin-The dark comes over to hug him, but the blond took a step backward, stop.
- You were an infidel, an unfair, a liar and a hypocrite. I lied to me and tried to lie to the world to have a career. But I did something worse. I lied to myself. I was so desperate to hear some nice words qeu me fooled into thinking what you offered me was better than I had with Brian. I cheated myself thinking that you were better than him, I fooled into thinking that you were better than him, trying telling that he was lied odiarle.Te happy with you. I lied saying he was happy with you. So I ask you to forgive me, forgive me as I try every day to waste time on your side. I did more damage with my own qeu lies you've been caused. And I hurt him, and that if I can not ever forgive myself.
Ethan looked at him without understanding what he was hearing, while exhaled Brian did not know I had been holding, releasing the pressure on her shoulder. Dapnhe gave him a smile as he left to join his friend, giving Brian some time to assimilate what he had heard.
- I'm here ... wow, have you lost a cat? - Justin gave him a smile to her friend, while Ethan gave him a sample of displeasure.
- But ... Justin, you and he does not ... you said ...
- he is my inspiration and always has been and always will be. Without it, I never would have been what I am ...
- Are we going sunshine? - Brian's voice surprised him. Saw as the publisher took the blond, who turn on itself, returning the hug, thanking the gods that paganini junior had been so foolish as to miss Justin. Dapnhe started walking up the street, enjoying the face of the violinist.
- Hey, partner, what we are waiting! How are we going to hold an engagement party without the promised?
Ethan seemed to wake from a strange dream. What he heard was simply impossible ...
- commitment? ...?- What the couple turned, startled by the presence of brown. Brian responded with a wide and sarcastic smile.
- Do not you know? Let's get married. Invite you to play at the ceremony, but not stuck in a holding shrieks of a poor cat.
They left, embracing. Justin turned briefly to say goodbye.
- Adios, Ian
watched the dark, puzzled.
- My name is Ethan!
But at this point, he realized nobody cared.

- How long had you been listening?
- We? Are you listening? Sunshine, by whom do you take us? - Brian and Daphne looked at each other with an expression that was the mirror image of innocence and indignation at the terrible accusations. Justin smiled brightly in the eyes of her fiancé.
- By the way, Justin, I forgot ... some letters have come to my apartment ... what do I do with them? The couple looked
tying ropes, smiling at the girl's innocent expression.
- Make a giant ball and throw it into the yard to play cats.
The laughter of the three friends rang in the night like a melody of promise without words, the kind that always fulfilled.