One rule: NO changing your desktop once you’ve been tagged! Even if it’s embarrassing!
I was tagged by raymond-art.
That’s my current desktop. Yup, it’s a Dydia artwork made by the talented aeroplaneblues. (you know me DYDIA EVERYWHERE!!!). Though I will probably change it to something fitting autumn season soon.
Most important programm for me is on the upper left corner PHOTOSHOP!!!
Most programms on the right and on the rocket bar I don’t even use or have no idea what they all do, I’m just too lazy to delete them.
Similar with the “mix” folder which contains dozens of random files and I use for basically saving everything (it’s like a bottomless pit and the files have names like “answer” or “blog” or my favorite “ztrt43sz”… reminds me i should start to name files properly).
I’m tagging: YOU!!!! YES YOU!!!
Once more I was inspired to write something. This time by the scene in the sneak peek of tonight’s episode – I should probably warn you that the mercenary is it at the beginning. I hope there’s more to the scene, though I’m not really optimistic. As usual the reminder that English is not my primary language and I apologize for any mistakes.
set during 4x11
Sleep never came easily to Derek ever since the fire and spending years hiding from hunters. He never felt safe enough to let his guard down completely. The rain had finally stopped after dropping from the sky for hours, doing its share to keep him from sleeping, and he remained wide awake until morning was slowly approaching.
It felt different than all those nights on the run. There was a different restlessness that troubled his mind and the warmth of the body lying next to him did nothing to ease it. It didn’t stop him from worrying about Kate or Peter. And it certainly didn’t keep him from noticing the faint trace of the flowery smell he always associated with a certain Banshee. Even with his supernatural sense of smell gone, he could still catch her sent days after her last visit when she had been sharing her grandmother’s past – a story almost as tragic as his own family’s history.
ice & fire
“A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”Happy September 1st, y’all!