FifiIsBored

I study history at the University. Yes I am a bookworm like that. But sometimes it just satisfies my naturel curiosity. One day, about two weeks ago, I was sitting in the archive of local history studying. As I returned some of the papers I had been reading – nothing interesting, just some old articles about the occupation – the archivist was just putting away some yellowed papers, crumbling from ageing. The writing caught my eyes. It too had faded from the years gone by. It was still comprehensible though. The archivist must have noticed my interest because she smiled her grandmotherly smile as she asked: "You want to have a look a

we are born in to a world of concrete! why are you surprised we got briks in our hands ?!

The sound of weaving, woman's chore-- Mulan weaves on before the door. But now the shuttle's noise is drowned By Daughter Mulan's sighing sound. "Who, my girl, is in your thought? What memory has your mind caught?" "No one is in Mulan's thought, No memory has Mulan caught. The night before, I saw the post The Khan sent out to build his host. In scrolls of twelve did they proclaim The characters of Father's name. But Father has no eldest son, And Brother's not the eldest one. So I shall buy a saddled horse To take his place among the force." Now to the East for valiant steed! Now to the West for saddle's need! Now to the South to take the

It was Christmas, celebrated all around Earth - and in Heaven, of course. As for elsewhere... If you believe for a single second that the devils don't celebrate Christmas, you are, well, right, actually. They keep very quiet about it. Not even a mouse would dare speak about it to the Almighty Fiend, Lucifer. The sole exception to this unspoken rule had happened a few years back on the occasion of a Satanically spiked MTV "Merry Christmas" video which had seemed like a good idea for a few hours. Until it became obvious that it had been a pointless endeavor – those who watched MTV regularly had been mostly unaffected, those who didn't had

In Memoriam —in memoriam, a Latin phrase that translates directly as 'in memory of'"Did you mourn?" "We all did."They all mourn. Just in different ways. There is a bloodstain on the wall. None of them ever mention it or show any sign of letting it dwell in their thoughts, but Fury has noticed—with his 'good eye' as Stark likes to refer to it as—that there are a few rare moments just before a mission when they can be found gathered around the mark they refuse to let anyone clean away, and one or two of them at a time can be found giving it more than just a passing glance as they wander by it, fingers outstretched and tips ba

His brother can make the most beautiful music when he desires. While it is all what the Midgardians consider Classical music, something Thor normally did not listen to, he cannot deny that he loves the sound of Loki's old violin, the way the bow moves so quickly, yet elegantly (Thor wonders if Loki's arm is fatigued afterwards), or the way Loki's fingers seem to glide of the keys of the old piano in the far corridors of the mansion, or, most importantly, and perhaps Thor's absolute favourite, is Loki's soft, sweet, mysterious voice. It evoked such feeling from him, Thor was almost positive Loki infused his magick with those words. Ever sinc