Friday: Music Free-for-all
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nagi_schwarz, and many thanks to all those who’ve left prompts and filled prompts. Today's theme is anything music! Prompts can include lyrics, songs, bands, albums, genres, musicals, music videos (some music videos have really cool story plots), musical instruments, or music-themed events. Thanks for a very musical week!
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate SG-1, Jack O’Neill, new jack swing
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, Fiddler on the Roof
+ MI-5|Spooks, any, trap
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nagi_schwarz, and many thanks to all those who’ve left prompts and filled prompts. Today's theme is anything music! Prompts can include lyrics, songs, bands, albums, genres, musicals, music videos (some music videos have really cool story plots), musical instruments, or music-themed events. Thanks for a very musical week!Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate SG-1, Jack O’Neill, new jack swing
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, Fiddler on the Roof
+ MI-5|Spooks, any, trap
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2020-02-21 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-21 06:23 am (UTC)Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + original kid characters (Nanny 'verse)
Date: 2020-02-22 01:32 am (UTC)The kids giggled, brushing their teeth furiously.
“Bottom front!”
Jaxon stuck out his bottom jaw like some kind of caveman, which made John grin.
“Outside left! Your other left, Eleanor!”
The kids were starting to look like they had rabies.
“Outside right!”
They’d just finished doing the backside of their teeth when the timer went off.
“Rinse and spit!”
The kids did as instructed. They wiped their mouths on their respective towels, and then beamed at John to show off their clean teeth.
“You guys did a great job. Go get your pajamas on and I’ll come tuck you in.”
The kids ran off and John gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder. It was his first overnight with the McKay kids, and he was killing it. Rodney was lurking somewhere downstairs, backup just in case things somehow went horribly wrong.
“We’re ready, Mr. John!” Jaxon called from the big bedroom he shared with his sister.
The kids wanted for nothing. Their room was full of toys and games and electronic devices of all kind. Overcompensating, John would say, the way single dads seemed to sometimes.
John made a big show of tucking in their blankets and fluffing up their pillows and making sure Eleanor had her stuffed turtle and Jaxon had his stuffed dog. The nightlight was on, the television was off, and John headed for the door.
“Mr. John?” Eleanor asked hesitantly. “Can you sing us a lullaby?”
“Oh. Uh, I’m not much of a singer.”
Eleanor had the saddest expression on her face. “That’s okay.”
“No, don’t do that. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Mommy used to sing to us at bedtime,” Jaxon said helpfully. “Daddy doesn’t like to do it, because he says that was her thing.”
Well, now John felt like a jerk. He still wasn’t clear on the fate of Mrs. McKay. Divorce? Prison? Death?
“I miss my mommy,” Eleanor said.
Oh, perfect. Now she was starting to cry.
“Okay,” John said. “I don’t sing very well, but I’ll do my best.”
He turned off the light and sat on the edge of Eleanor’s bed. The only lullaby he knew was the one his own mother had sung to him when he was Eleanor’s age. He hadn’t even thought of it in ages.
“Now it’s time to say good night
Good night sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.”
“You sing real good, Mr. John,” Jaxon whispered.
“Thanks, buddy,” John replied. His throat was a little tight. When he sang, he could hear his mother’s voice like an echo in his head.
“Close your eyes and I’ll close mine
Good night sleep tight
Now the moon begins to shine
Good night sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.”
By the time he finished singing both kids were asleep, and John was feeling much too moist around the eyes. He pretended not to hear Rodney’s footsteps retreating down the hall.
“Good night everybody,” he whispered, taking one last look at the kids before he left the room. “Everybody everywhere.”
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Date: 2020-02-21 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-02-21 09:34 am (UTC)Fill:
Date: 2020-02-22 02:58 pm (UTC)Lucas shrugged. He could feel his eye throbbing where he’d been hit; it would be a prize black eye in a little while.
“You fell for our little trap. You all think you’re so clever, you don’t see what’s right under your noses. We’ll be away soon, with the goods. But you, sadly, won’t see us leave.”
“I don’t know about that,” Lucas replied. “I’ve still got one eye I can see out of.”
The man was about to hit Lucas again, when the door burst open and Ros came in, her gun levelled at the man’s chest.
“You were saying something about a trap?” Lucas asked.
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Date: 2020-02-21 09:35 am (UTC)Fill: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
Date: 2020-02-21 10:14 pm (UTC)Danny was used to enduring a certain kind of music when he was in the car with Steve. The man was easy listening to the core. Disco Dr. Hook instead of Sloppy Seconds Dr. Hook. Doobie Brothers. America. It didn’t do much to get the blood pumping, but it was tolerable.
“Music,” Steve the smartass replied.
Danny pulled Steve’s smartphone off the holder to get a better look at what he was dealing with.
“DEAMN? I’ve never heard of them.” He looked at the playlist. “What’s trop house?”
Steve shrugged, reaching over with one long monkey arm and snatching his phone back. “It’s what the kids are listening to.”
“Kids? What kids? My kids?”
Danny tried to remember if he’d heard Grace listening to something similar. It was heavy on the beat, very electronic, and he couldn’t make out all the lyrics. What did they call that? EDM? There hadn’t been so many weird types of music when Danny was in high school.
“Grace is going to that beach party this weekend, remember? She said there was going to be a DJ playing all tropical house music. I just wanted to see what it was.”
“This is party music?”
Danny didn’t even know what to say about that. Yes, it was stupidly adorable that Steve was taking such an interest in Grace’s life. But also, party music? No.
“This is not party music, Steven. Party music is Bon Jovi. C+C Music Factory. The fuckin’ Humpty Dance.”
Steve snorted. “Humpty Dance? You’re dating yourself there, Danno.”
“Who can dance to this stuff? It’s like what they play in the background of travel commercials.”
“I read an article that said tropical house is a looser, more easy-going alternative to regular deep house music.”
“Those words have meaning individually, but make no sense strung together.” Danny scowled at the phone. “Do you honestly like this? Because if so, I’m going to have to re-evaluate our entire relationship.”
Steve gave a lopsided shrug. “It’s not terrible.”
“Right.” Danny took possession of the phone again and called up a different song. “This is party music.”
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
I like to move it, move it
Ya like to move it
Steve glanced at Danny, frowning. “Is that the song from Madagascar?”
“Why do I put up with you? Will you tell me that? It was Reel 2 Real’s before they gave it to that animated lemur.” Danny changed the song. “This should be more up your alley.”
He'd say: I know what I want
And I want it now
I want you 'cause I'm Mr. Vain
I know what I want and I want it now
I want you 'cause I'm Mr. Vain
Danny moved to the beat, sang along with the lyrics, and ignored the indulgent looks Steve was shooting him from the driver’s seat.
“Are you saying I’m vain?”
“I’m saying you were a high school jock that probably went to all the school dances and you should know these songs,” Danny patiently explained. “And you have to agree it’s better than that other junk you were listening to.”
“I don’t know. I mean, it doesn’t seem all that dissimilar to me.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “You’re a hopeless case, my friend. If we’d gone to school together you’d totally be on board with me on this.”
“What about Air Supply?”
“Stop the car, Steven, and let me out. Right now. Air Supply? My sisters listened to that garbage.”
“Maybe we should stop talking about music.”
“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all day.” Danny shut down the music. He vowed to himself to make Steve a proper dance party playlist. The man needed to be educated.
The silence in the car lasted all of two minutes.
“So we’re crashing this beach party, right?” Danny asked.
“Of course,” Steve agreed readily.
It was good to know they were on the same page about the really important stuff.
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Date: 2020-02-21 12:09 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2020-02-21 03:30 pm (UTC)When he stepped out of the Floo and onto the hearth at home, he nearly crashed into Hermione, who was standing on the rug (the one she’d spelled to repel ash and dust and cinders) and staring.
At Draco, who was oblivious to their presence as he had music turned up to deafening volume and was rocking out and playing air guitar.
He had a decent singing voice, at least.
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
“What is going on here?” Hermione demanded.
She flicked her wand, and the music cut off.
Draco spun around, surprised but not embarrassed. “I’m listening to music, obviously. If you’d announced your arrival I’d have turned it down and greeted you properly.” He leaned forward to kiss her on both cheeks, a French affectation common in the Black family that he’d never been disabused of.
Hermione accepted his kisses distractedly, which was not uncommon, only she didn’t have an interesting book in hand. “Why were you listening to Muggle music?”
Draco blinked at her. “Muggle music?” He pointed to his magical Victrola.
Looking at it always reminded Harry of Remus, but he never mentioned that a loud.
Hermione said, “That was London Calling by The Clash.”
“Well, I knew that,” Draco said. He pointed to the record sleeve by the Victrola.
Hermione held up the sleeve, which had a black and white photo of a man about to smash a guitar, punk-rock style. “How could you think this is wizarding music?”
Draco said, “Uncle Severus left me his record collection.”
Hermione fumbled the record sleeve.
Harry saved it with his seeker reflexes. “You know Severus Snape was a half-blood,” he said slowly.
“Yes, but - he always seemed to hate Muggles because of his father, so…” Draco shrugged, looking discomfited. Then he crouched down and pawed through a box of other records. “Is all his music Muggle music?”
Hermione crossed the room. “Let me see. What do you think, Harry?”
“I don’t know Muggle music that well.” But he moved to kneel beside her and flip through the records. “My aunt and uncle never really listened to anything but classical music because they were trying to sound posh, and Dudley listened to awful rap trying to sound tough. We never had a wireless in the dormitories, and Mrs. Weasley always played the Wyrd Sisters at the Burrow.”
“I play Muggle music around the house,” Hermione said.
“Muggle music and wizarding music sound the same to me,” Harry admitted. “Though wizarding music sounds a bit more...Irish? I suppose. And has references to magic sometimes. Not all the time, though.”
“Celtic, you mean, with the harps and pipes and whatnot.” Hermione nodded to Draco. “All of this is Muggle music. Really punk stuff that my parents would never have let me listen to. The Damned. The Clash. Crass. The Exploited. The Buzzcocks.”
Draco giggled. “That sounds so naughty.”
“Cock Sparrer. The Sex Pistols? It’s hard to imagine that Professor Snape ever listened to anything so loud.”
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Date: 2020-02-21 01:15 pm (UTC)And when you build those walls to keep you safe
It's like a prison you can't escape
You tear them down, you just might hear me say
I love you as you are
(Daughtry)
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Date: 2020-02-21 01:17 pm (UTC)And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it
(Hamilton Soundtrack)
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Date: 2020-02-21 04:01 pm (UTC)I know all the rules and then I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game
Air supply - Making love out of nothing at all
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Date: 2020-02-22 03:40 pm (UTC)Lucas merely shrugged and looked back. To most of those watching he seemed totally unphased by Harry’s response. Ros, however, spotted the way Lucas’ hand was flexing. She knew he’d had his reasons for what he’d done, but it was clear he wouldn’t stand up for himself before Harry. She understood why; Harry simply wouldn’t listen.
She decided to step in. “I will deal with this,” she said firmly.
Harry looked at her and then stormed back into his office.
Lucas stood up and looked as if he was about to storm off the Grid in his turn.
“If you want to go out for some fresh air, Lucas,” Ros said, “That’s fine by me. But I’m coming with you.”
She grabbed her coat and hurried after him, grateful that he had slowed his pace slightly as he left the office. “I know why you did it,” she said.
“There was no choice,” Lucas replied.
“In the circumstances, I agree. And I suspect I’d have done the same in your position. Let’s go and grab a coffee and we can discuss how we can respond if this situation ever comes up again.”
Lucas nodded.
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Date: 2020-02-21 04:46 pm (UTC)When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul
Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins
Green day - 21 guns
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Date: 2020-02-21 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-21 04:51 pm (UTC)Sing to me the song of the stars
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again
(Mandy Moore)