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Russian. Also, owstretchies. Also, I have no idea why my brain supplied me with Sorcerous, half-naked, clingy, cuddly Christian Bale last night. I kind of like it and it kind of makes me really really nervous. What the hell, brain?

(And yes, it was Christian Bale, not Sam. Unless you count Sam as being manifest in Christian Bale, which is its own brand of scary.)

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Two issues. Or questions. Or both.

1) It's probably a sign of progress that, upon seeing the username of the woman who told me my writing was crap by now... what, FIVE years ago? The only thing I feel is mild irritation and some faint sadness. This is a good thing.

2) Should I or should I not go up to one of the many and varied hippie dress shops later today and purchase two more skirts in a style I have abruptly started liking again ever since I shed four or so inches off my waist? (I'd say pounds but my weight keeps fluctuating. My size, on the other hand, is steadily dropping.)

[Fic] Surrender Bliss

Character: Pamela Barnes
Prompt: None
A/N: Detective!Verse Pam

She knew it was a bad case when he turned up at her door late that night, sweaty and still in his work clothes. Word had trickled down to the labs that they'd have incoming to process, but for tonight she and a couple of the others had the night off. One veteran to supervise, and the rest of the newbies got to sort through the evidence and start the testing. Pam was free to go home and rest up for an early roll-out tomorrow morning.

Resting up didn't seem to be in the cards. She looked through the peephole, caught a glimpse of red-rimmed blue eyes, and scrabbled to open the door. "Cas? Baby, you okay?"

He shook his head.

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Word order and case as signals of meaning.

German usually uses case to signal the difference between a subject and a direct object. Word order is used most often to present the same information from different perspectives.

Der Mann besucht den Professor = The man visits the professor.
Den Professor besucht der Mann = It is the professor the man is visiting.

When no cues are noticeable from the definite article, word order is usually the same as English and indicates case and meaning. However, context does sometimes make it possible to interpret otherwise.

Monika fragt ihre Freundinnen. Monika asks Diane and Joan what they like. Using the cues, give their answers. Make sure you answer with the subject.

eg. Joan, wie findest du den Kaffee hier? (gut) Der Kaffee ist gut.

1. Wie findet ihr das Brot? Das Brot ist super.
2. Diane, wie findest du den Rotwein in der Pizzeria Giovanni? Der Rotwein ist teuer. (Expensive.)
3. Wie findet ihr das Uni Café? Das Café ist billig.
4. Joan, wie findest du den Schokoladenkuchen? Der Schokoladenkuchen ist sehr gut.
5. Wie findet ihr den Deutschprofessor? Er ist interessant.
6. Wie findet ihr die Nachbarin? Sie sind arrogant.
7. Wie findet ihr die Studenten an der Uni? Sie sind nett.

Direct object vs. Predicate noun

The predicate noun designates a person, concept, or thing that is equated with a subject. (I can't actually remember what this is called, if anything other than 'predicate noun.') The direct object is the noun or pronoun that receives or is related to the action of the verb.

Nicht precedes a predicate noun and usually follows a noun or pronoun used as a direct object.

Here are some questions Peter was asked about his German class. Identify the direct object or predicate noun.

1. Sind das alle Studenten? (PN)
2. Kennst du die Studenten (DO) gut?
3. Ist dein Professor ein Frau (PN) oder ein Mann? (PN)
4. Ist das dein Deutschbuch? (PN)
5. Brauchst du ein Buch (DO) aus Deutschland?
6. Hast du Freunde (DO) in Deutschland oder Österreich?

You're studying in Germany and want to travel around Europe during the summer. IN order to finance your trip you are selling things in your room or apartment. After you name the price, she/he will decide whether to buy the article.

Was kostet das Bett?
Zwansig Euro.
Gut, ich kaufe das Bett. Was kostet den Tisch?
Vierzehn Euro.
Das ist zu viel. Ich kaufe den Tisch nicht. Was kostet der Stuhl?
Zehn Euro.
Gut, ich nehme den Stuhl. Was kostet den Fernseher?
Fünfundzwanzig Euro.
Gut, ich kaufe den Fernseher. Was kostet die Uhr?
Fünf Euro.
Gut, ich kaufe die Uhr. Was kostet die Lampe?
Zehn Euro.
Das ist zu viel. Ich kaufe die Lampe nicht. Was kostet die Bücher?
Vier Euro.
Gut, ich nehme die Bücher. Was kostet den Computer?
Fünfundzwanzig Euro.
Das ist zu viel. Ich nehme den Computer nicht.

[Fic] Midnight in Soho

Title: Midnight in Soho
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Michael, OCs
Word Count: 1,271
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael with small children. Not eating them.
A/N: Set immediately after The Prodigal.

He wasn't supposed to be alive.

Michael didn't understand how he had survived the fall, but he was aware enough of his body to know that he wouldn't survive much longer. Too many bones in his body had been shattered. There was most likely internal bleeding, and the cranial injury would kill him within a day or so if nothing else. He could feel his body shutting down around him, noting every failure of a critical system as though it were an item on a ship's log. It was easier than facing what had happened. That Teyla, his beautiful warrior Teyla, his Queen, had killed him.

He had fallen in an area of the city that had been shut off or shut down for some reason. Inhabited until recently but now shut down, perhaps for repairs later. Perhaps because they didn't have the energy to sustain it. He wasn't sure where it was and he didn't much care why; dying in privacy was favor enough. Michael's eyes scanned the ceiling, then closed. He should have done some things differently, but they had left him no choice.

You keep telling yourself that. He heard it in Sheppard's voice.

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[Fic] Midnight in Soho

Title: Midnight in Soho
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Michael, OCs
Word Count: 1,271
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael with small children. Not eating them.
A/N: Set immediately after The Prodigal.

He wasn't supposed to be alive.

Michael didn't understand how he had survived the fall, but he was aware enough of his body to know that he wouldn't survive much longer. Too many bones in his body had been shattered. There was most likely internal bleeding, and the cranial injury would kill him within a day or so if nothing else. He could feel his body shutting down around him, noting every failure of a critical system as though it were an item on a ship's log. It was easier than facing what had happened. That Teyla, his beautiful warrior Teyla, his Queen, had killed him.

He had fallen in an area of the city that had been shut off or shut down for some reason. Inhabited until recently but now shut down, perhaps for repairs later. Perhaps because they didn't have the energy to sustain it. He wasn't sure where it was and he didn't much care why; dying in privacy was favor enough. Michael's eyes scanned the ceiling, then closed. He should have done some things differently, but they had left him no choice.

You keep telling yourself that. He heard it in Sheppard's voice.

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