Gathering: Oh Holy Night - Mass of the Angels

Dóminus dixit ad me: Fílius meus es tu, ego hódie génui te. Quare fremuérunt gentes; et pópuli meditáti sunt inánia? Glória Patri, et Fílio, et Spirítui Sancto. Sicut erat in princípio, et nunc, et semper, et in sæcula sæculórum. Amen. Snow was falling lightly as people slowly filtered into the Cathedral. Children were huddling together in small groups, Christmas Carols echoing in the night ...

Kindness Lane, Fitzroy

131 - set 1

... then." Blondie's eyes glinted - Tuco slid off ("come on! you can't lie down here in the middle of the desert! it's uncomfortable!") and stood the man up, hands on his shoulders. Blondie tapped the sole of his shoe on the low branch. He did it again. The bounty hunter, slowly, stood on it - bow squeaking with effort. Blondie's hands dropped the noose around his shoulders, and he stood back - the ...

Hey everyone

... any of the wishes for her/himself or others, and is void where prohibited by law, and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tiding for a period ... holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.

Снег в Венеции

... борются за «чистоту» идеи гондолы: черная лодка, темные сиденья, за применение украшений собираются лишать лицензии. И песни теперь предписываются петь строго венецианские, а не традиционную неаполитанскую O Sole Mio, которой развлекали туристов на протяжении многих лет. Да и не поют гондольеры, певцы нанятые стараются: работа на лодке тяжелая, физическая, не до песен. Хотя когда-то баркаролы и ...

179 - Blackfoot - Smartest Man in the World - Torchwood - Guiltyreasons

... fair hair and skin in a creepy way. “How?” Jack demanded again. “I told you, I simply know things. Ask me anything,” the young man who had address himself as Will answered. “Fine. Who was Henry Fitzroy?” Jack asked. “That’s too easy. He was a son of Henry  the eight, a bastard son. He died mysteriously. I believe you were involved Captain,” Will said and Ianto saw Jack’s face contort for a ...

Merry Christmas!

..., but NOT over half the cast of Queen's Blade! This is unacceptable. Queen's Blade isn't just character driven, it's nothing BUT characters! Any and all plot is open to interpretation as the sole purpose of Queen's Blade is to have hyper fetishized characters come together and rip eachother's clothes off. This is all made WORSE by the fact that it's FREAKING SRW! Do you know how many characters ...

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... the point that I realised why all this silly convoluted nonsense was going on. It was all going on so that they could make that one awful joke. This entire episode has been written with the sole purpose of that joke. LAME LAME LAME LAME. This episode is dreadful and it's come pretty damn close in my eyes of rivalling Love and Monsters, and Midnight as the single stupidest most ridiculous episode ...

qui genus humanum ingenio superavit

...: when newton saw an apple fall, he found in that slight startle from his contemplation - 't is said (for i'll not answer above ground for any sage's creed or calculation) - a mode of proving that the earth turned round in a most natural whirl, called "gravitation" and this is the sole mortal who could grapple, since adam - with a fall - or with an apple byron "don juan" (canto the tenth)

[fanfic] ST (reboot), "Pressed Against Your Anatomy"

..., not synthehol." Kirk stared. He said, wonderingly, "Spock." "And even then," Spock continued, expression forbidding, "it would be under negotiation. I am not easy, Jim; nor am I a 'sure thing.'" The sole functions that Kirk could manage were blinking and respiration. "So long as that's clear," Spock said with a regal nod. He began to move at last, making a swift track for the door. "Jim." "...