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made to be ruled
30 March 2009 @ 07:04 pm
50 Stock Food Icons. Mostly desserts

[01-07] Easter Eggs
[08-16] Cupcakes
[17-31] Various Pastries (Cookies, Cakes, Tiramisu)
[32-38] Bon bons
[39-41] Ice Cream
[42-46] Coffee
[47-50] Polish Food

001 002 003

Prepare to have a foodgasm

Feel free to pimp this around. I have no idea where else to post this.
made to be ruled
23 June 2008 @ 05:07 pm
Title: Predator and Prey (Dexter/Heroes crossover yay!)
Author: morelen
Characters: Dexter Morgan, Sylar, mentions of Suresh
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, violence, character death, Dex S2 spoilers, Heroes S1 spoilers
Word count: ~2000+
Summary: Sylar makes another kill in Miami. Dexter works the crime scene and becomes intrigued. Murder-larity ensues. There can only be one Highlander serial killer left standing.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Which is too bad, because I don't mind the sight of blood.
Notes: I've had this idea going on in my head for some time, so mad props to vaeltaa for enabling me to take the leap and write it.

Guess you"re not so special after all...Collapse )
Mood: deviousdevious
Music: My Chemical Romance - I Never Told You What I Do For A Living
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made to be ruled
02 November 2007 @ 08:24 pm
I love this passage.

"...where there was nature and earth, life and water, I saw a desert landscape that was unending, resembling some sort of crater, so devoid of reason and light and spirit that the mind could not grasp it on any sort of conscious level and if you came close the mind would reel backward unable to take it in. It was a vision so clear and real and vital to me that in its purity it was almost abstract. This was what I could understand, this was how I lived my life, what I constructed my movement around, how I dealt with the tangible. This was the geography around which my reality revolved: it did not occur to me, ever, that people where good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one's taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, or receiving another person's love or kindness. Nothing was affirmative, the term 'generosity of spirit' applied to nothing, was a cliché, was some kind of bad joke. Sex is mathematics. Individuality no longer an issue. What does intelligence signify? Define reason. Desire - meaningless. Intellect is not a cure. Justice is dead. Fear, recrimination, innocence, sympathy, guilt, waste, failure, grief were things, emotions no one really felt anymore. Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in...this was civilization as I saw it...colossal and jagged..."
Mood: cynicalcynical