Can't Take Out Earrings

L 'silence does not pay

No, this is not political speeches Mafia, simply 'Scream fanwriter two, the signed and weeping_ice (from which, incidentally, started the conversation and which I thank you for giving me this' opportunity) which can not be that of their stories, their styles, face destruction and slaughter.

The point is very simple: no plagiarism, in our case, of fanfiction!

So, since I myself was a victim of plagiarism (and weeping there can confirm my outburst) well thought out, not me feel to be quiet in the face of such filth, especially now that I am electing the status of unpaid work fanwriter to post-school education.
Just to mention briefly my misfortune, I copied the style (and that's why I talked about a range of plagiarism well thought out ... to demonstrate that what is your style, created by yourself after years of criticism and Feedback taken as suggestions to improve [and here there would have to start a new thread, why do not all know how to accept criticism as advice, but if you go to take on staff], after you've called into question once, twice, a thousand times, after have tried and tried), I even copied the time of composting! I posted and after half an 'hour posted the plagiarist, and this thing has not happened once or twice (one may well say: coincidence), but for a protracted period in time! Almost as if the plagiarist in question would "cover the light" of my fic posting its ...
Just to show you that I'm not really a mad visionary, I tell you how I discovered the validity of my assumptions (And here it is for you to believe me or not, I can only tell you that I'm used to say shit, and this can be confirmed by weeping). It so happened that I had (and still have, thank God) a boyfriend who hated the heart of the slash fic, and not too veiled, but punishment was forced to read mine, to give me an opinion, one day I started reading the fic that sparked the uproar, and since the 'casino man was doing on his own, I began to read aloud to concentrate. After a few minutes of reading (I was suspicious enough, there was something that I stank, but, just to name a weeping [once more, in less time] are good too ... or maybe just too stupid, I had yet the drawn amount of the whole thing) I get the 'man in the room wondering if the fic I was reading the' I wrote it ...
DING! DING!
I rang a bell in my head "that you want to see ..." I thought, but I did all I asked and clever man 'because of this his question, the answer was, words: "Because you use this style when you write, why?"
's husband waited half an answer to many' hours ... I was too busy to make me break out the liver of bile to utter a word.
I explained everything that goes through my head, man, wise and mautro com 'era, he told me to wait until personaccia question in some other fic, just to see if it was just a coincidence or whether it was intentional, the undersigned, being taken out of anger I understand, he could not write for a short period of time e. .. magic spells, also personaccia not post anything ... "coincidences, just coincidence ... I on the other, I have always believed in coincidences! " I told myself not to think the worst, spent a couple of days, the anger subsided a bit and I posted a new fic I read the ... ... after about thirty minutes I went to the main page and ZAK! here appear in a new fic personaccia; doing to my liver definitely a lot of violence, I read ... ZAK'S NEW! security for the same style ... I also read to 'man ... guess what' the verdict?
I said, again, maybe it was just a case ... again I was going to write again after a few days I posted again and again the same story. Now ... I can not be the smartest person in this world, but for a ride we do not take me by anyone ...!
I put in writing, as the cap fiction that they were pursuing (because everyone could read, even the personaccia in question), all my nerves and all my anger, saying that I did not just write and then when someone 'other exploitation my inner work to fix without even telling style, and even less that I would write for a long period of time, I needed some time to cool off.
And guess, again, what happened? exact-__ ... - The personaccia did not come around for a bit 'of time.
But it would be too great if the thing was over like that! Oh no! because only horned? Let's also beat you! The
personaccia contacted me via chat and asked me who was the "asshole" who were allowed to do such a thing (try a little 'guess ...?) and asked me to name, who would have thought personally. .. (since I do not cop to nature, I should have uscirmene with his name? Probably, indeed, a resounding yes, but it was not time, things turned me badly, very badly, and just had neither the strength nor the willing to shoulder a quarrel)

This papyrus is only to say that even though plagiarism is difficult to unmask, TESTS ARE THERE!
Even if you do not feel, PULL OUT THE VOICE AND kick up a fuss!
scopiazzature Enough! No more copy and paste!
Do this at least for yourself! If you've squeezed your brains, if you have lost any sleep over that phrase or that its passage there was, if you've lost hours of your life to find the word or synonym in the context that it was OK, because you have to leave steal FIC, sentence, style and quant 'other from the first jerk who goes and finds the work already beautiful' is done (of course you have, because God save us from sweating)?!
And I do not even express to who is guilty of plagiarism poor people ... without a shred of a) imagination to create an original work, b) self-esteem, c) liver, why do not you glad to receive negative comments on their work, but they are always tips, d) are proud to say: "this l 'I've created! "
agree who estimate your job so much that you take your own words or your own pace (by putting the debt claims, so there is even the suspicion of plagiarism) in its own history, but not who does it for their own advantage !

As for me, I prefer to receive even one critical, too bad for my work , which receive 20 and have a guilty conscience.

Here you can read other cases of ladreggio: http://www.plagiati.splinder.com/ (linkatomi weeping from the always present)
demoralizzatevi ... But now it is true that plagiarism is a costume, unfortunately, widespread, but we can still do something.

If you who read are fanwriter, writers, creators of something, do not let the 'conspiracy of silence covers the thieves!
If you have been hit by the virus of plagiarism, if you were, if not read and write but just short, in any situation you are, you turn this ulro: PLAGIARISM TO STOP!

Unclaimed Property Scam

One Shot 2

Title: I hate rainy days
Pairing: Fred / George
Rating: Pg 15
Warning: none of the characters or places in the fic are mine, the rights and possession of JKRowling on its behalf, the story was written purely for fun, no profit.
Genre: Romance Beta
say: weeping_ice
Note: The champion of Twincest you finally decide to post the first of the 100 fic ... I'm moved by myself. The title ... well, I admit, feel sorry, very sad ... like one of those phrases that Grouchy blurted always around ("I oodio this, I know that ... oodio, no?), But otherwise you could not do one ... so he adjusts to what he ^ _ ^


"Merlin balls!" Scan every word right in front of the window, "It rains more than a week ... can not take it anymore!" Will heat up seeing the trickle of 'water on the glass and slam their fists on the shelf. Exasperated

close my favorite book.
"Come on, sooner or later end up" get them to accept, but without much conviction, "Why do you always react like that when it rains?".

Puffs and you turn around to look at me, "You do not understand anything!" Accuse me, then come out angry and slammed the door.
I look at you in disbelief ... I can not understand this reaction, you're my twin, but equally I can not understand it ...
Torno focus on my book, while I hear some slamming doors at this rate would demolish the house.

Keep doing as much noise as possible in the bathroom in the hallway, even in the kitchen, rattle pots and pans, I read and reread the same sentence more than once, I can not concentrate.
I admit defeat and close the book again, this time permanently, puffing the support of the table, I put the first shirt that I find and I went toward the noise source.
I hear you mutter insults and slurs against anything you happen to hand instinctively inclined his head to one side, as if it could help me understand this to your behavior ... I give up after a few of seconds, definitely do not understand.

"You can know that you?" I ask you joining me in the kitchen, arms folded and close to his chest.
"I can not stand this takes time" reply without even looking at me.
"And it is necessary to react like that?".
You turn an 'expression is clear, obviously yes, it is really necessary.
I decide not to investigate further; there were never secrets between us, if you really want to tell me you'll take the initiative of your own, I will not force you.
I head to the couch and I let it fall on weight, resting your elbows on knees, hands clasped to form a solid support for the chin. I stare, so, without moving a muscle. The fact that I would not go to admit it does not mean that I spare you the trouble of trying to understand you simply watch.

After ten minutes you turn shooting at me, hands on hips and a strange expression on his face annoyed.
"Well?" Asks point blank "What you have to keep staring at me? We are twins, the weight of your eyes on me I still feel ... "raised an eyebrow. In response
emits a long sigh liberating, "D 'agreement ... I give up, please, I beg you all you want, but tell me why you hate so much the day of rain. "I have worn the brain in search of an answer, but it has not arrived. Resigned
you look around suspiciously and you move towards the window overlooking the garden, past a few seconds to set the world outside, bring her face to the glass and out they do tarnish a small part. With the 'index will hasten to draw a heart, then you move around and showing me smiling uncertainly.

I can not help but smile myself. I get up from the couch still smiling, as soon as you reach the hill both hands on your shoulder, and on their cheek.
"Anch 'io" you whisper to his ear.

"That's why I hate them" whisper "because that 's the only way to let me tell you. "and states that the drawing is gradually disappearing, you've looked saddened those who have no choice and must surrender to the facts.
"I can not do a voice because someone might hear me, I do not touch because someone would see us, I can not even look at you as usual ...!" lower face wearily," I hate them because for me these days you simply be my brother ... and I can not stand it. " When you speak you will be soaked eyes, and cheeks are tinged with a slight purple hue.

I opened my eyes, we loved each other, with the body, hands, eyes, but not with words ... I've never said anything like this before 's now.
George ... I love you I love you like I never loved anyone 'else. I love you as a brother, as a friend, confidant and a lover ... and I love you even as an enemy, because if you ever leave, if you ever leave me alone, I'd die, and for that I'm sure.
I love you like the 'water loves the' burning like the sun, the moon, the day the night ... I love you as only Fred can not love George.
Launch a quick look around, attached to the hook of 'There's an old coat hanger shabby, and lightning shot to get it back from you.
takes your hand, "Are not you afraid of getting wet, right?" Breath on your lips.
remains uncertain in the answer, but I see move your head slightly in the sense of denial.

I move fast towards the door from the back, still holdin 'hands, "Do not let George ..." he whispered, and the open, unfolds his coat and threw it there. A strip in my hand, the 'in your other, our umbrella of luck repairing looks inappropriate and start running toward the forest in front of the Tana, your always in my hand, you follow me, without saying a word.

At the edge of the woods I looked back at me, seems disoriented and confused, but not fearful. With your eyes you make me understand that although he does not know where I'm leading, you trust me and spurs me to continue.
I enter through the trees, one step ahead of you to get ahead. Anyone who has seen running across the lawn must have thought we were going to plot somewhere ... who knows what all the better.

walk for an indefinite time, behind me I hear you panting with fatigue, which begins to be felt.
"Quiet, we're almost there" I turned back to smile, trying to reassure you.
few minutes and yet here he is before our eyes, a small clearing among the trees, large enough for three or four people. The rain must 'have intensified, the branches covered with needles are not enough to stop the travel of the drops that end up crashing on the forest floor. With

movement decided you tear the hem of a cloak out of the hands and throw it away just by making us victims of 'copious water falling, in a short time we are both soaked, wet clothes fit your body like a second skin, the white shirt he clears up to become transparent , letting me see your breasts and inviting mercilessly every furrow marking the abs ... probably the same fate has befallen my shirt.
you up one arm behind his back and slowly I hold you to me without saying a word to the rest kidnapped look at you, drops you glide along the red locks get to the end of the race take the leap, to fall on your face and return the mad journey to your parted lips, now trembling slightly the cold, small puffs of steam coming out of that cave nestled between two edges of the perfect red leather and soft.

Suddenly her hand to my face, and with the back stroke my cheek, lips, forehead, cheek again ... I close my eyes and smile, beandomi of that feeling of infinite peace, then, with the gota push lightly on the fingers until you find the skin to skin with your palm. Start caressing her face with it, until you get to the fingertips, with his free hand and start to take your baciartele one by one, one, two, ten times, and again, and again, and again ... then me again on the hill face and fixed my eyes in yours.

The rain continues to fall, creating around our bodies a muffled noise.

"I love you George." I whisper in a misty puff of steam two tears streaming down her face, fair and swashbuckling ... I hope you trade for the drops.
I hand you a little 'more to me, you have not yet said a word.
"I love you."
Poggio my forehead to your "I love you, love you, love you," I always say stronger. Without warning

bring me the 'other hand to the face, as to want to prevent any possible escape and through my eyes unto the' soul, deep and sweet at the same time.
I have no desire or strength to stay away, with a rapidly moving my hand behind your neck and even more quickly cover my lips your in a chaste kiss that gets deeper and intimate in 'a period of time.

Keep still, immersed in that contact with the rain that still runs on him. Beginning to advance and lead our bodies on the cloak which I had thrown away slowly until you are kneeling down with me, you follow me not to object at all.
lips just come off the time needed for a quick breath, your hands now roam impatient under the shirt, that in a second slip off me off and throw away. Free
a hand from your hair and try to better accommodate the fabric, pulling time from a corner, now by 'another, then use it to hold me, propped to the ground, and slowly let go of my body weight on your visit to the 'one lying on the' other.
interrupt the frenzy of our languages and am departing slightly. I watch the world around us swirls fierce and mad, you're the 'only constant I have left.

"Hear more rainy days?" Asked with a smile, while you caress his face, "Do you still think that the 'only way to tell me is to draw a design on a fogged?".
From your eyes I see two tears fleeting tick "Never leave my hand," I pray with a trembling voice.
"I will not do" Smile
, copious tears down your cheeks reddened long; "I love you Fred"
"I love you too 'I' I whisper in my turn, before dropping again in your mouth and your body.

The rain continues to fall, forcing people into homes comfortable and dry and allowing us, at least for today, to love without fear ... ... the body with his hands ... his eyes ... and with words.

Hose And Shoes For Blue Suit

Despair runs anywhere

one ... but what the hell to do to find some 'healthy slash on Fred and George?
Well ... we're not talking about putting in Dumbledore sets coupled with Mc Gonagall! This is a normal Twincest!
Now ... I understand and accept that not everyone will like, and that's fine ... but is it possible that not around they are more than 3 or 4 fanwriter (myself included), dedicated, if not exclusively, at least in part to them?!
course I only find stories where to disturb brotherly see a new character or where they are coupled with Angelina or Alicia's turn.
And I still wonder ... but I'm the only one who 'got sick of only ever read the usual ship? ... Probably yes ... nothing against Draco / Ginny or Draco / Harry, for goodness sake .. . but to us poor fans of 'chance someone thinks? Cos' has a Tom / Harry in less than the other? Or a Arthur / Lucius?
... not to mention that some fanfic complaint from the public are very good taste-__-

All this just to conclude that a day from the morning had done nothing but peck a face full of shit car ... especially thanks to those of finance genes that have well-designed to remove 35% of funds for Research and 'universities, not happy have completely changed the bands to reduce taxes (as well, since they are finished in a band more, I have to pay 300 € more than the 'last year, even though my income has not increased at all ... and here I wonder what the fuck I managed to make the request for reduction, if finally the line is only increased) and, to complete, have totally eliminated the option 'abandonment of studies "... so now I find myself having to pay a much more straight high compared to last year ', to a degree that does not attend, because I think no point wasting time behind something that I understood not satisfy me, especially in view of an attempt to join in September and on veterinary review of the subject matter the admission test being able to show the abandonment of studies to avoid paying the second part of the line (as they do not attend), with an income well below that of last year '... sorry, but tonight just could not I can see the glass half full.

Red Liscence Plate Ontario

Done the crime ^ __ ^

Pain to me ... I forgot the most important thing of all

T__T ... I finally did come out with my mother (after that almost all my friends ... but I assume that parents are always the last to know certain things U_U) it to him ... 'I said slyly down the street, we have seen that ever took to make a square ... so I avoided , hating her scenes in public and I am made smart, yes.
L 'took it all in all good ... well, that did not jumping for joy,' s agreement ... but went away with 30 / 2 's to start the apnea proceso metabolism of thing, then returned to breathing and debuted with a "just do not go to slaughterhouses around ..." (I've never done that shit and you know it ... well, to see valley mothers sometimes ... probably did not know what to say and chose a neutral) ... I feel relieved, a weight agrave less on my poor stomach gastritis.

I suppose, or more than anything I hope that my "discovery" part of the mess inside me that swirls in from about a year ... ergo I hope to have solved one of the many tangles Lamen ... there are only the most 'dissatisfaction with nearly all things el' unknown studio ... let's see if those systems also slowly

T__T And this is really all about, you soon people! ^ __ ^