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  1. Ladywriter liked a post in a topic by Fedic in favorite BSG couple   
    I love it I love it

    Of course I'd like to see the cheif and Cally get together too.
  2. Pchan liked a post in a topic by Fedic in What is your fav poem?   
    Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
    Robert Browning
    My first thought was, he lied in every word,
    That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
    Askance to watch the workings of his lie
    On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
    Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
    Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
    What else should he be set for, with his staff?
    What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
    All travellers who might find him posted there,
    And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
    Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
    For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare.
    If at his counsel I should turn aside
    Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
    Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
    I did turn as he pointed, neither pride
    Now hope rekindling at the end descried,
    So much as gladness that some end might be.
    For, what with my whole world-wide wandering,
    What with my search drawn out through years, my hope
    Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
    With that obstreperous joy success would bring,
    I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring
    My heart made, finding failure in its scope.
    As when a sick man very near to death
    Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end
    The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
    And hears one bit the other go, draw breath
    Freelier outside, ('since all is o'er,' he saith
    And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;')
    When some discuss if near the other graves
    be room enough for this, and when a day
    Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
    With care about the banners, scarves and staves
    And still the man hears all, and only craves
    He may not shame such tender love and stay.
    Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,
    Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ
    So many times among 'The Band' to wit,
    The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
    Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best,
    And all the doubt was now - should I be fit?
    So, quiet as despair I turned from him,
    That hateful cripple, out of his highway
    Into the path he pointed. All the day
    Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
    Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim
    Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.
    For mark! No sooner was I fairly found
    Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
    Than, pausing to throw backwards a last view
    O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round;
    Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
    I might go on, naught else remained to do.
    So on I went. I think I never saw
    Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
    For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!
    But cockle, spurge, according to their law
    Might propagate their kind with none to awe,
    You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.
    No! penury, inertness and grimace,
    In some strange sort, were the land's portion. 'See
    'Or shut your eyes,' said Nature peevishly,
    'It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
    ''Tis the Last Judgement's fire must cure this place
    'Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'
    If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
    Above its mates, the head was chopped, the bents
    Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
    In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk
    All hope of greenness? Tis a brute must walk
    Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.
    As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
    In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud
    Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
    One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
    Stood stupified, however he came there:
    Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!
    Alive? he might be dead for aught I knew,
    With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain.
    And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
    Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
    I never saw a brute I hated so;
    He must be wicked to deserve such pain.
    I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart,
    As a man calls for wine before he fights,
    I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
    Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
    Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier's art:
    One taste of the old time sets all to rights.
    Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face
    Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
    Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
    An arm to mine to fix me to the place,
    The way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!
    Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.
    Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands
    Frank as ten years ago when knighted first,
    What honest man should dare (he said) he durst.
    Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman hands
    Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands
    Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!
    Better this present than a past like that:
    Back therefore to my darkening path again!
    No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
    Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
    I asked: when something on the dismal flat
    Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.
    A sudden little river crossed my path
    As unexpected as a serpent comes.
    No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
    This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
    For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath
    Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.
    So petty yet so spiteful! All along,
    Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;
    Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
    Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
    The river which had done them all the wrong,
    Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.
    Which, while I forded - good saints, how I feared
    To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,
    Each step, of feel the spear I thrust to seek
    For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
    - It may have been a water-rat I speared,
    But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.
    Glad was I when I reached the other bank.
    Now for a better country. Vain presage!
    Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
    Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
    soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank
    Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage -
    The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque,
    What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?
    No footprint leading to that horrid mews,
    None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
    Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk
    Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.
    And more than that - a furlong on - why, there!
    What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,
    Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel
    Men's bodies out like silk? With all the air
    Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware
    Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.
    Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood,
    Next a marsh it would seem, and now mere earth
    Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,
    Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood
    Changes and off he goes!) within a rood -
    Bog, clay and rubble, sand, and stark black dearth.
    Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim,
    Now patches where some leanness of the soil's
    Broke into moss, or substances like boils;
    Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him
    Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim
    Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.
    And just as far as ever from the end!
    Naught in the distance but the evening, naught
    To point my footstep further! At the thought,
    A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom friend,
    Sailed past, not best his wide wing dragon-penned
    That brushed my cap - perchance the guide I sought.
    For, looking up, aware I somehow grew,
    'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place
    All round to mountains - with such name to grace
    Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.
    How thus they had surprised me - solve it, you!
    How to get from them was no clearer case.
    Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick
    Of mischief happened to me, God knows when -
    In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then
    Progress this way. When, in the very nick
    Of giving up, one time more, came a click
    As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den.
    Burningly it came on me all at once,
    This was the place! those two hills on the right,
    Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
    While to the left a tall scalped mountain ... Dunce,
    Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce,
    After a life spent training for the sight!
    What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?
    The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart,
    Built of brown stone, without a counterpart
    In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf
    Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf
    He strikes on, only when the timbers start.
    Not see? because of night perhaps? - why day
    Came back again for that! before it left
    The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
    The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,
    Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, -
    'Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!'
    Not hear? When noise was everywhere! it tolled
    Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears
    Of all the lost adventurers, my peers -
    How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
    And such was fortunate, yet each of old
    Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
    There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
    To view the last of me, a living frame
    For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
    I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
    Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
    And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'
  3. Ladywriter liked a post in a topic by Fedic in Inu Yasha fiction, I did it for Rin   
    fewww. I was worried Sessy's tet was going to break up (Scarlet Field) You really know how to throw a mental curve ball woman
    Sesshomaru and Misha... well I had to eat some ice cream after that scene
    Yes, I love that Odoku tortured Inuyasha in such a way and that he wanted to kill the mortals after the battle was done. The guy was fuckin crazy! Let me guess... Gasher? Trashcan Man? A little of both?
    Sesshomaru and Inyasha at the end was great too. They were finally "being brothers". I like how the busting down of Sesshomaru's emotional walls was very natural. Its still Sesshomaru, he just has new wants and needs, but his approach is direct as always and in character. Sesshomaru wants what he wants and gets what he wants. Misha was perfect for him.
    Christmas in Central Park...
    eeeek! I see what you mean about Roland on your mind. The whole Suz+Mordred ala Misha and Sesshomaru considering killing the baby. Very Roland (too bad old Ro didn't do it in the Calla) I see how Sesshomaru is still hesitant right up until the bitter end. Seeing your species become extinct is a big thing, no wonder he considered killing the kid. I'm so glad he didn't do it though. He couldn't do that to Misha because she was too in his heart! Sesshomaru was still completely in character even though he was a totaly changed man
  4. Ladywriter liked a post in a topic by Fedic in Inu Yasha fiction, I did it for Rin   
    The Rin scenes are really cute, when she cried for Misha mama it was so sad All of the characters seem to be ic, even when you're "changing" them. I see how Sesshomaru is becoming more like his father, so his father gets his wish after all The bad guys are great. I love having at least one crazy bastard in a story (Odoku) and Azuki just seems plain evil. I felt so bad for poor Misha good thing Sessy was there to make her feel all better I like how the tet you're working with has become so close to each other. I like the Sessy Rin interaction. You can really tell how much he loves her and how well he understands her. The fight on the beach was great "Your head is next" very Sessy indeed.
    how did you come up w the o.c.'s and whats up with the Kingisms? char-u tree and dan-dhin are pretty obvious, but what about the poor unfortunate creatures that don't know SK's stuff.
    I'll guess the underlying theme is adapt or die? I want to hear what the english lit proffesor and the shrink in your head think of the story
    edit: I don't see anything wrong with the love scene. It's squeeky clean compared to some of the stuff I have written
  5. Fedic liked a post in a topic by Pchan in garden outta control   
    Awesome dogs rule !! Zorba, my lab, loves chasing pigeons and almost anything and everything he sees. He loves to play a lot, and often scares a lot of people/animals because of that trait of his. They all think he's gonna jump on em
    At that hillstation though, he keeps guard and keeps off any other dogs or cows or buffalos from coming into our gates. The time when the monkey's got into my house, he hadn't come on that trip. I wonder what he'd have done *ponders*
  6. Fedic liked a post in a topic by Ladywriter in Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis)   
    Friday SG will be 90 minutes. I'm pretty sure Daniel is dead, he got spaced when the replecators were destroyed (which was hella cool) and Sam's dad looks sick or maybe even dieing. Something happened to him when he activated the ancient weapon? It should be a good ep.
    SGA- the freekin Wraith are on the way, Atlantis appears to be hella screwed. I cant belive theyre wasting a whole episode on that annoying ugly chick >.< just kill her off already. her wig gives me nightmares
  7. Ladywriter liked a post in a topic by Fedic in Yu Yu Hakusho fiction   
    One more for Team Urimeshi
    The first hunk of a bigger story I've been playing around with. The second (and probably 3rd) part(s) should be finished by next Friday if I get the time to do some writing/reviseing.
    I've been toying with some different narrative styles, and wanted to put a scary twist withen the story(s). Besides, I thought Yusuke could use a little female competition.