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mensch mädels, der link ist doch das wichtige...winterblue hat geschrieben:welche stimme meinst du eigentlich, Mys? also von welchem mann? ist das ein chanson oder so. ich erkenn das grad mal nicht.dachte zuerst, es wäre ein gedicht.
den text hab ich euch nur zum mitlesen reingeposted... los, geht dem link nach! 
Den Link hab ich völlig übersehen 
Dachte auch eben erst der wär falsch wegen all dem russisch aber dann hab ich ein bisschen französisch entdeckt. Aber jetzt sag mal wie zum Teufel bist du denn da gelandet?? 
*looool* ich kann mich rausreden!Myš hat geschrieben:mensch mädels, der link ist doch das wichtige...winterblue hat geschrieben:welche stimme meinst du eigentlich, Mys? also von welchem mann? ist das ein chanson oder so. ich erkenn das grad mal nicht.
also ich hab ja auf den link geklickt, aber da ging er nicht, jetzt funktioniert er aber wieder und ich bin auch brav am runterladen. 
und ein paar pics hab ich auch geklaut.What is Slash? Here's an example of slash:
Superman is flying around the city when he sees Wonder Woman laying in bed, naked. He thinks, "Hmm, with my superspeed, I could fly in there, bang her, and leave before she even notices." So, Superman flies in, bangs Wonder Woman, and leaves in a millisecond. Wonder Woman gets up, startled. She says "What was that?" The Invisible Man lying next to her says "I don't know, but my ass sure does hurt."
margie hat geschrieben:Aber jetzt sag mal wie zum Teufel bist du denn da gelandet??
kontakte braucht man 
erinnert ihr euch an "remember me"? (oje, wie billig ) das mädel, dass die geschrieben hat ist ne freundin von ner russischen freundin von mir die jetzt vorübergehend in holland lebt und die ich auf dem GotR board kennengelernt habe... naja, sagen wir einfach, ich hab's von ner freundin Das Video ist auch super zusammengeschnitten. margie hat geschrieben:Oh man Mys gibt´s denn irgendwo noch Leute die du nicht kennst
scheint eine art *volkskrankheit* zu sein. ich hatte auch mal so eine extreme briefeschreibe phase.margie hat geschrieben:Ach du meine Güte 10 Länder ist schon der Hammer. Hatte früher so ne derbe Brieffreundschaftszeit da hatte ich auch ganz schön viele Kontkte in so einige Länder aber 10 ich glaub das hab ich zu besten Zeiten nicht geschafft
zum glück gibts ja jetzt das inet und emails ... da geht das alles viel schneller. aber zu weihnachten etc. ist wohl die gute alte post auch nicht vermeidbar. ):auf http://www.wrssproductions.com/candy/spike/index.html und unter *winners* könnt ihr die gewinner zu den xander-zentrierten fics sehen (und lesen, vielleicht sind ja welche dabei, die wir noch nicht kennen und wenn sie schon gewonnen haben, sind sie bestimmt nicht übelBest Short Fiction- up to 30k
Best Long Fiction- over 30k
Best Series
Best Characterization
Best Angst
Best Humor
Best Romance
Best Fluff
Best PWP
Best Action/Adventure
Best Darkfic
Best Crossover with another Fandom
Pairing
Best Spike/Angel(us)
Best Spike/Xander
Best Spike/Giles
Best Spike/Graham
Best Spike/Oz
Best Spike/Riley
Best Spike/Wesley
Best Spike/Lindsey
Best Spike/Other
Best Spike Threesome
Best Spike/OMC
Special (You cannot apply for these categories. They will awarded by the Judges.)
Most Unusual Pairing
Hottest Sex Scene Best Fic Title
Best of the Best
). momentan wird noch entschieden, welche story in den oben genannten kategorien bei spike-zentrierten fics gewinnen soll. *freu* jedenfalls ist die fic wunderschön geschrieben und margie hat total recht: es gibt wunderbare *weiche-knie* szenen. das einzige, was mich stört ist 1., dass sie zu kurz ist. 
ich hoffe, es kommt noch ein sequel. und 2., hatte ich angenommen, dass die fic wirklich länger dauern wird ... ich meine, die sache mit angel wird dann einfach abgebrochen und die nächste sequel findet eine lange zeit danach statt. ich wünschte, es würde ein größerer story bogen existieren. aber ansonsten: 
auf derseite der autorin, Lori J, gibts noch viele andere fics und die sind bestimmt auch gut: http://home.att.net/~authenticrumors/ ach, ich liebe es, wenn wir immer wieder neue seiten/fics entdecken.Quietly
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Time may fly
And dreams may die
The shaking voice that tells
Him go
Still thinks he might
He knows he won't
--Missing the War, Ben Folds Five
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I always thought I'd get taken out by a demon or a vampire or something equally as dangerous. But life never turns out how you expect it to.
The first sign was an innocent one. A stomachache. No big deal, right? I got scared when I started throwing up blood. Never a good sign. And hard to hide when there's a vampire living in your basement. So I took myself to the doctor.
Cancer.
Stomach cancer, to be exact. Inoperable because it had spread and not very treatable because it was so advanced.
The doctor said I had maybe six months to live, but that with treatment like chemotherapy or radiation, I might make it a year. Downside to that was that the side effects could kill me just as easily as the cancer.
He thought I was crazy when I turned him down. Argued with me for over an hour but I wouldn't budge. I was going to die anyway, why prolong it? In the end, the doctor wrote me a prescription for morphine and sent me home.
A prescription I promptly filled and then stared at for a long time. If I wanted to, I could use it to kill myself. Suicide was a definite option. Overdosing on morphine wouldn't hurt. It would be just like that song.
In the end I decided not to do it. At least not yet. There were things that I wanted to do. That I had to do. And I didn't have much time to do them in.
So I went home and made a list. It was a depressingly short one.
I wanted to see the world.
With Spike.
Somewhere along the line, I fell for him. Don't know when or how it happened, but it did. Maybe it was because when it was just the two of us, he was actually pretty cool. We'd talk about anything and everything. Sometimes we rented really bad movies and had our own Mystery Science Theater.
Maybe it was because Spike actually *listened* to me. Listened and acknowledged my presence like a lot of people never did.
We'd danced around each other for weeks. Veiled glances here, not so innocent flirting there. Taking it slow because we both knew that vampires like Spike and people like me don't get many chances in life. Or unlife as the case may be.
I didn't want to tell him. Didn't know how to.
Spike caught me throwing up, a daily occurrence since I'd been diagnosed. My luck ran out and he smelled the blood. One second I was praying to the porcelain god and the next my bathroom door was off its hinges and Spike was standing in the doorway demanding to know what the hell was wrong.
I had to tell him then. He kept insisting that I should go to the hospital and I kept insisting that I didn't need to. So I told him.
I told him and he didn't say a word. He just stared at me.
Finally I got sick of him staring at me and told him that if all he was going to do was look at me could he wait until I was done puking to do it?
Next thing I know, he was down on his knees next to me and pulling me into a hug. I lost it, then. Lost the fragile grip on my emotions and cried like a baby in his arms. I cried for everything I hadn't done and everything I wasn't going to get a chance to do. I cried for mistakes I'd made, things I'd said, people I was going to miss.
But I didn't cry forever. I didn't *have* forever anymore.
That night was the first time Spike and I made love. And God, it was perfect just like I knew it would be.
After, cuddled close to each other, I told him that I wanted to see as much of the world as I could with him. Spike swore he'd be the best tour guide ever and we both laughed at the idea.
Decision made, we packed up and left the next night. I didn't want to face anyone so I wrote letters and mailed them on the road.
And I saw the world.
Saw it between bouts of throwing up and being too weak to get out of bed some days, that is.
Spike was wonderful and annoying at the same time. Kept treating me like I was made of glass and that I might break at any moment. Maybe I was. I sure as hell *felt* breakable some days. We traveled, made love, had the occasional fight, made love again, and just generally did anything and everything.
Last stop was England. Spike showed me where he was from and where he was turned. Little bits of history that I cherished. We stayed there the longest, both knowing that the end was near.
The day came when I knew that it was time to go back to the states. I just woke up one morning and *knew*.
Knew that it was almost my time to go.
I don't remember the flight back. Too doped up on morphine and whatever else would kill the pain. I had a vague impression of the plane landing and Spike carrying me off. Didn't even know where we ended up.
Woke up in a strange room and fell off the bed trying to find Spike. He rushed in and picked me up, scolding me for not being more careful.
The sudden appearance of Angel behind him told me where we were.
I didn't even have the energy for a smart-ass remark. Probably that scared Deadboy more than anything else.
There was whispered talk of Angel turning me. And then shouted talk. Before we left Sunnydale, I had told Spike that I didn't want to be turned. I didn't want to be anyone but who I was. Couldn't be, not even for Spike. He understood that.
Angel didn't.
He came to me and wanted to know why. I wanted to know why he would turn me even though he hated the life of a vampire.
He didn't have an answer for that.
After that, most of my days were spent sleeping. Any awake time was with Spike and sometimes Angel. We talked and laughed. Sometimes we cried.
And some nights I slept with a vampire on either side of me.
Not a horrible way to spend my last days.
And one night instead of saying 'good night', I said 'good bye'.
But not forever.
End
die, die du geposted hast kannte ich jetzt schon, habda schon öfters tränen draufgetropftwinterblue hat geschrieben:auf derseite der autorin, Lori J, gibts noch viele andere fics und die sind bestimmt auch gut: http://home.att.net/~authenticrumors/ ach, ich liebe es, wenn wir immer wieder neue seiten/fics entdecken.
aber die page kannt ich nicht... ) Oh joy, something new. Instead of picking me up and throwing me against the wall, Mr. Demon backhands me into the wall. Hello, Wall. It's Xander Harris. Remember me? We spoke just a few minutes ago.
Should probably say something witty and extremely brave here. "Um, hi?"
Maybe not.
"Hi, yourself. You all right?"
"That's debatable. Do I still have all my limbs and are they all attached?"
He has exactly three facial expressions. Bored, Interested, and Vampire. I'm working on getting him to add Excited and Impressed. It's a dirty job but I don't have anything better to do.
And then he's kissing me. Spike's kissing me. Spike the vampire who used to want to kill me. Spike the guy who used to be known as William the Bloody back in the days when you had to *earn* a name like that.
ich könnt mir das video täglich anschauen... naja, eigentlich läufts bei uns täglich, weil meine ma so versessen auf das lied ist 
ich wünschte, es gebe mehr videos über s/a oder x/s. 