Jueves - Song Lyrics
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drabblewriter here for my last day as host. It's been fun. ^_^ My final theme for you is song lyrics. Have you ever listened to a song and thought it fit perfectly with a certain character? Heard a line that inspired fic? Today's the day to pull these out and let someone else chew over them.
Don't forget to follow the rules:
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drabblewriter here for my last day as host. It's been fun. ^_^ My final theme for you is song lyrics. Have you ever listened to a song and thought it fit perfectly with a certain character? Heard a line that inspired fic? Today's the day to pull these out and let someone else chew over them.Don't forget to follow the rules:
- Post no more than three prompts per fandom and no more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills a prompt, you're more than welcome to post some more prompts later in the day.
- No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.
- Show some love to the code monkeys and format your prompts correctly. Examples below:
- Supernatural, Castiel, “Your faith walks on broken glass / And the hangover doesn’t pass” (Green Day, 21 Guns)
- Doctor Who, Micky/Rose (Rose/Doctor), “Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? / One without a permanent scar / And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?” (Train, Drops of Jupiter)
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Date: 2010-07-08 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:00 am (UTC)Falling for a Shooting Star.
Date: 2010-07-23 09:48 pm (UTC)She left him.
She just went off and left him; him and her mum.
For what? For some big - eared leather - clad alien with a bad attiude? One who's arse Rose had to save in the end? What could that big dumb alien give her that Mickey himself couldn't?
Deep down Mickey knew what the Doctor could offer her. Mickey wasn't stupid. He had known for a long time that Rose was not happy with the way her life was going. They had had long talks about how Rose wanted so much more than just working in the shops and how everything, from Jimmy, to her lack of A-levels to her mum was conspiring to keep her from that. Mickey, on the other hand had learned long ago, to not take the lives they had now for granted. He had seen nothing wrong with his girlfriend being a shopgirl and him as a mechanic. It was far better than how some of their mates had ended up.
Regardless Mickey had known Rose wanted more, craved more than what she had. He had let her vent, figuring that all that all that talk was simply a phase and be over it in time. Eight words, however. Eight simple words: "Did I mention, it also travels in time?" and Rose chucked all she had and ran right into the strange blue box that was bigger than it's appearnce suggested, and in an instant, filled with a strange weezing sound, the girl who he had known his whole life, who had been his entire world for awhile now, was gone.
All Mickey could hope was two things:
That that supposed time machine would bring Rose back before her mum realized she was even gone.
And that whatever Rose found out there with that Doctor of hers, that she found she missed him.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:03 am (UTC)It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way
(Pink, Glitter in the Air)
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 11:39 am (UTC)Oh, god, this is going to be one of those ridiculously tempting comment fic themes. I just know it
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 08:24 pm (UTC)===
It was the smell that got him first. Not the feeling of his skin sloughing off, or the blood pooling under him. It wasn't the eerie, out-of-place silence in Detroit of all places, or the soul-stopping coldness that enveloped him from the inside out.
It was the smell of his own body rotting.
If the pain was any indication, his organs had probably gone septic. Most of them probably stopped working a while ago, in fact. Demon blood was clotting his veins in painful, grotesque blumps.
Nick remained motionless, worried that the slightest movement would disturb his roiling stomach. If he vomited now, when most of his faculties no longer functioned, it would probably be game over.
"I said 'yes' to Satan." There was no question about where he would end up.
His eyes were drawn up to the pitch fork amidst the ice on the window as his heart began to falter, with only his cosmic betrayal & the scent of his decaying flesh to keep him company.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:05 am (UTC)skintight, skindeep
Date: 2010-07-08 05:18 pm (UTC)In the gym locker room, a girl asks about the spandex, and she blurts out some fake fashion advice even as she self-consciously looks down at the skintight black fabric.
Once it would have meant something was up, to have to wear her morphing suit or to lie to her parents or to keep an eye on the sky for reddish feathers. Now she does these things as easy as breathing, tensed for a fight when there's nothing forthcoming.
She focuses on the eagle- it's wings and eyes more familiar to her than her own- and takes flight. So this is what it's like.
So this is war.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:06 am (UTC)I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
(Ben Folds, The Luckiest)
Filled: With Love, Dean/Castiel, PG
Date: 2010-07-08 09:12 pm (UTC)---
In the Beautiful Room, Castiel had wished he could've hidden behind Zachariah. He had not wanted to face Dean and see the disappointment in his eyes. Dean had trusted him and Castiel had lied in return. Whatever Dean's worst expectations about Castiel had been at the beginning, Castiel had fulfilled them.
No one could say that Castiel didn't learn from his mistakes. When Castiel saw his chance to redeem himself, he took it. He banished Zachariah, he took on Raphael, he sent Dean to Sam. He paid for his sins against Dean with his life.
He was rewarded for his rebellion with another life. Another chance. All those wrong turns led him back to Dean. Castiel knew he would fall from Heaven's grace, but he had already fallen for Dean.
Castiel didn't say these things to Dean. He couldn't tell Dean that he loved him, not after hurting him. Castiel couldn't betray Dean's trust and then claim affection. He would show Dean by standing alongside him. Castiel would give everything for Dean.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:49 pm (UTC)he would never admit it, not even to himself, but sam's dreams betray him.
he wants things he shouldn't want. like college, which got jessica killed. like demon blood and revenge and power, which set lucifer free. he should be satisfied with just being allowed to live, and dean letting him stick around to clean up the mess.
but he wants. he wants a lot. he tried to tell himself he doesn't.
gabriel killed his brother. that's it; it's the shackle his head keeps over his- dare he admit- heart. such a thing can't be forgiven and sam loves dean, he does. maybe he's not a good brother. but he loves dean so much.
watching him die over and over again, being helpless to save him- that was sam understood. until he focused on hunting and let go of everything- everything he wanted- he couldn't catch the trickster. even then the trickster had to find him-
-but he was closing in, sam could feel it. when he stopped wanting to be more than a monster, he found dean. maybe that wasn't the lesson the gabriel meant for him to learn.
sam's not too smart, though, and when he loses dean again, he keeps going.
when dean comes back the dreams begin. not often but he has them, and he doesn't understand his own desires.
his brother was dead. he should hate the trickster. there shouldn't be room for anything else.
the little jaunt trough tvland makes it all so terribly clear. how wrong sam had been in broward county. maybe it's the lesson, and the rightness of it, that's got his head confused. it's not gabriel he really wants.
only it is. sam denies it. he wears the memory of tuesday to ward it off. only his heart isn't something he dispel with a chant and the smoke of herbs, and they're only dreams, after all.
but sam knows the power of his dreams, and he's afraid. but he doesn't stop wanting things he'll never have.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:15 am (UTC)(Hunters and Collectors, throw your arms around me)
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:15 am (UTC)(The Animators, Perfect World)
Gabriel/Sam, post S5 finale, PG-13ish
Date: 2010-07-08 06:51 am (UTC)But the lights lit themselves and Gabriel was suddenly nose to nose with him.
Gabriel, who was supposed to be dead, a casualty of the almost Apocalypse. Gabriel, who Sam wouldn't put it past him to fake his death, but Sam would still have to punch him out for it if that were the case.
So Sam said the most intelligent words he could think of at the moment.
"You - you're not dead? How?"
Gabriel shrugged, pushing Sam back down against the bed. "Upstairs management decided that having a first class messenger was a good thing. That and Dad's big on forgiveness these days."
If Sam hadn't known Gabriel as well as he did, he would have been convinced that Gabriel didn't care one whit about what had happened, but there had been the makings of a relationship before Gabriel got stabbed.
"Heaven's got you on a leash?" Sam hazarded, and then confirmed with the flash of anger in Gabriel's eyes.
"For the next millennium or so, yup." Gabriel dipped his head in a nod. "But Castiel rewarded me for the bit I did for you guys, so here I am. Day pass to Earth."
"And you're spending it with me?"
"Only if we spend the next four hours having mad, passionate sex. If you're up for it." Gabriel put a hand on Sam's hip and leered, asking for more.
So Sam answered him with a hard kiss, and if the area had a few small earthquakes? So totally not Gabriel's fault. Not at all.
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-08 06:19 am (UTC)Simply a Man; Arthur/Merlin BBC MERLIN Slash
Date: 2010-10-06 06:26 am (UTC)The words held no respect, a constant stream of rubbish that Merlin always said, never left. His duties as a servant never improved and his posture never straighted, his grin never dimming. Yet his eyes looked upon Arthur like he was seeing another image, one far away and too distant to be true. Like he was seeing all Arthur would be and what he wouldn't and all that he wasn't now with one glance. It was wisdom and judgment and an unbearable hope that left Arthur aching. For the man Merlin saw might never be him and with ever day all Arthur could see was that in the end he would never be enough.
Losses mourned and journeys won, feasts celebrated and lives spared, it added up to nothing in what Merlin wished for. What Arthur could not be.
A Taste of the Forbidden
Date: 2010-07-09 12:29 am (UTC)Chris/Aldis Hodge
There’s still a lingering taste of someone else on Chris’s lips. Every time he licks his lips, it’s a reminder of the sly grins and quick touches the led to this moment, sweat slicked movements and feverish kisses that had him blissed out across cool sheets.
This taste was a reminder of something he shouldn’t have gone near. Something he shouldn’t have given in to but there was something on his way home in all this rain had him driving here instead of home to Tim. To taste the forbidden fruit, but he did and he couldn’t find a reason to give a damn about the consequences.
A small sliver of guilt lanced across his chest as he pulled to a stop outside the house and lights were still on. Turning the truck off, Chris tore through the rain with another man’s scent still lingering on his clothes and on his skin.
“You’re later than I thought you would be.” Tim’s voice rolled over him as he locked the door.
Chris ran a hand through his sex mussed locks, “The weather was bad so I stopped over at Aldis’s place. I should have called to let you know where I was.”
“Yeah,” Knowing eyes blinked long and slow. “Yeah, you should have.”
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Date: 2010-07-08 06:22 am (UTC)no subject
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