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In celebration of our new shiny blog, Raget is proud to present the first of two completed stories (out of roughly a dozen). This one will be split into a couple of sections, since it's a fairly heavy story. If anyone is confused about the nature of Raget Nimds and what it is we do here, please refer to the bio . TITLE: Correspondence AUTHOR: Raget Nimds RATING: NC-17 PAIRING: SS/HP TIMELINE: 7th Year DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns them. We just play with them. *coughs* SUMMARY: Severus and Harry...

I'm just in here long enough to grab a change of clothes before I head off to the shower. I am tired, dirty, cranky, and bit cheesed off. Not that I want to see the bathrooms again so soon, but I find it an unwelcome necessity. I think once I'm all washed up, I might work on my homework for Ancient Runes and Arithmancy for a bit before bed. Lisa, if you happen to read this while I'm getting cleaned up, I'd sort of like to have a word with you. If you don't mind that is?

Please refer to part 1 for the disclaimer section. -- Severus looked up to see Potter gathering his potions ingredients and shoving his text angrily into his bag. Narrowing his eyes, he cleared his throat. "Mr Potter." The malevolence in his voice was palpable. His lip curled up into his rarest sneer, usually reserved for the likes of Lucius Malfoy during their many confrontations regarding Severus' service as a Death Eater. The stillness which filled the classroom was chilling. If one strained...

Please refer to part 1 for the disclaimer section. -- Snape stood transfixed on the tear streaked face as his cock disappeared into it. He could feel the boy's emotion hiccup over his length as Harry brought him in deeper further until Snape wasn't certain the boy would ever let him out again. He'd done it. He had broken Harry Potter. Something like pride swelled in his chest, strangling him. Severus fought to breathe through it, but the boy's mouth sucking out his wits, his will, his very...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/travel sfar/1129.html Sunday morning, as I stood watching Cu head my way from a hovel I later learned belonged to Cheryl Happy Dog, the caretaker of his two children, a tourist drove up, stopping in front of me, rolling down the window and sticking a video camera in my face. "Are you an Indian? May I take your picture? I've never talked to a squaw in person before." Cu arrived before I could answer, looked me over critically, then said, "Es una de nuestras...

http://www.livejournal.com/users/travel sfar/1943.html School's OUT for the summer! Yippee! I'm frantically packing. When I wake up tomorrow, I'll be off to Arizona.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/travel sfar/5337.html Day Eight -- Morning: Up @ 5 am. It has been so long since I did any drawing or painting that I didn't remember how satisfying to the soul it is! No wonder it absorbed me so readily when I was younger. I was afraid when I started in on the mural on my refrigerator that I had lost my touch. It seems fine, but I DO seem to be missing some muscles that allowed me to stand with a palate and brush in weird positions while I painted for hours! Or...

Type: Fanfiction Game: Final Fantasy X Warnings: SPOILERS. It's a beautiful sunny day. The wind is blowing hard, whipping my hair around. The kind of day we used to sit together on this high cliff and talk. Someone's been taking care of the area while we were gone, I see. There aren't any weeds, and those flowers weren't planted very long ago. I wonder who did it. I'd like to thank them. Why did I come up here? Because I needed someone to listen to me, even if you can't answer me. You...

О нем известно немногое. Упоминает его поэт Пушкин в таких словах: "Чадаев, помнишь ли былое". Говорят также, что его вывел в своей трагедии Грибоедов. Он имел нрав горделивый и заносчивый выше всякой меры, к тому же страдал разлитием желчи. Был он западником, и спорил со славянофилами, учившими, что Россия непознаваема. Сам же он её с большим трудом познал, отчего повредился в уме. Говорят, он рассылал различным людям письма, подписанные "Распятый", "Дионис", "Некрополис", и другими именами...

Сталин, как и Мамардашвили, был грузин. Был он тиранном в Советском Союзе, чем и прославился. Также он воевал с тиранном Гитлером, победил его и убил. Воевал он и с японцами, финнами, крымскими татарами и иными народами, всех их победил, и воздвиг трофеи, доселе стоящие. Был он музыкантом и сочинил песни "Сулико" и "Союз Нерушимый". Прославлен он был также как человеконенавистник, подобный Тимону Афинянину. Некоторые, понося его, сообщают, что прежде чем стать тиранном, он зарабатывал на жизнь...