Ponedel'nik - Hopes and Fears
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Today's theme: hopes and fears. Let's delve into the minds of some of our favorite characters and find out what they truly desire... or what they desperately wish to avoid.
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creepy_shetan and I'll be your (first-time) host for this week. Nice to meet ya. ~_^Today's theme: hopes and fears. Let's delve into the minds of some of our favorite characters and find out what they truly desire... or what they desperately wish to avoid.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:01 pm (UTC)Arthur/Robert
Date: 2010-08-23 09:16 pm (UTC)__________________________________________________
Robert still looks at his cell when he reaches for his bag and accidentally brushes the hand of the man next to him because they were reaching for the same bag.
"Sorry," Robert says: "I thought that was mine."
"No problem." The other man answers. Robert recognises him faintly, he was in the seat on the other side of the gangway and Robert remembers admiring his suit before he fell asleep. It's a very fine suit and it compliments its wearer greatly even though it is slightly wrinkled now. The other man obviously fell asleep, too.
"Robert Fischer," Robert offers his hand and a smile. The other man hesitates for a second before he takes his hand and returns the smile:
"Arthur Cobb."
There are a million other things he should be thinking about right now instead of chatting up a stranger in an airport but that smile stirrs something inside him.
"Are you here on business?" Robert asks casually. He spots his bag, the right one this time and picks it up.
"No, just visiting my family." Arthur answers. Both of them begin to walk out of the airport.
"YOu?"
"My father's funeral." Robert replies shortly.
"I'm sorry." Arthur offers and Robert tilts his head gratefully.
Outside his chaffeur is already waiting while Arthur looks around for a taxi. Robert takes a business card from his pocket and writes his cell phone number onto the back.
"Here." He gives the card to Arthur: "Maybe you can call me when you find the time."
Arthur looks surprised for a moment but he takes the card with a small smile and puts it in his breast pocket.
"I will." He says and Robert hopes that he does.
"Have a nice day." He says to Arthur before climbing into the car and Arthur says:
"You, too." And smiles.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-23 01:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-28 08:46 pm (UTC)Were they a branch of humanity that had once crossbred with another species of similar abilities?
Or were they genuinely a branch of the human race that had evolved differently from the majority?
Or were they, just simply the human race? were all humans going to evntually evolve to show these abilities?
Or had they simply been the only humans to work out how to harness the energy of the planet around them and use it to enhance their lives?
Or was it all of or even none of the above?
The possibilities drove the doctor crazy and he had decided to finally do something about it. So he set himself about infiltrating the world. How hard could it be to wave a wand about?
It turns out, quite hard.
When the wandmaker had mentioned the fact that the wand chose its maker, his hearts had beat tenfold. Here he was, stuck at the first hurdle. He had been armed with the exuse his wand had broke, but what would his exuse me when a wand didn't choose him? couldn't very well show a stick of wood psycic paper.
To his utter amazement a wand did (eventually choose him) and leaving an utterly exhausted wand maker behind (going through over 100 boxes would tire even the spritleiest of men) he made his way to the scene of his new job, no less nervous than before.
You see, the doctor had done his research. Albus dumbledore was the best wizard out there, and even before he'd looked thoughoughly into the wizardring world, the doctor had heard of him in legends. this mad transended time. Not many people managed to do that.
It was a miracle Dumbledore hadn't seen right through his aplication to be the new astronomy professor,so if the doctor managed to last a week at hogwarts? well that would be just excellent really.
As he approached the impressive castle it was night fall, and the Doctor couldn't help but stop and stare up, the stars exceptionally bright in the pitch dark grounds.
He wasn't sure how long he'd just been standing when he heard someone aproach but kept staring as he allowed the younger man to speak.
"Proffesor Smith." Dumbledore spoke softly, his eyes sparkling even through the dark as he spoke the word smith. The doctor could swear he heard laughter in his voice. "The stars are a wonder aren't they?"
"yes they are" The time lord repsonded, trying to stop the enrves from showing. "They're a part of my job after all."
"Indeed." The bearded wizard paused and breifly looked at the doctor, before looking up again. "It's a marvelous thought that the laws of probability tell us we're not alone in this universe."
The doctor found himself smiling, begining to like this man, despite the awkward direction this convesation seemed to be taking. "But surely earth is the only world to have a hidden wizard society on it."
it had certainly been the only one he had found.
"Maybe the other worlds simply havent discovered their abilities yet."
He let that hang in the air for a little while before patting the doctor on the arm and piercing him with those bright blue eyes that the doctor was sure could see right through them.
"After all" Dumbledore continued. "Wands cannot be fooled professor."
A hundred swear words in a hundred languages ran through the doctors head as his eyes widened.
He knew. Goddamnit he knew before he could even...
wait a minute.
Did he just suggest that..
No...
Really?
Oh that is just... brilliant.
He allowed a grin to spread over his lips as he watched the old looking man retreat to the castle.
"Does that mean I can stay?"
"Oh yes Doctor. I beleive you have alot to learn from us yet."
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Date: 2010-08-23 02:29 pm (UTC)In an angel's eyes, there was little worse you could do. He was a breath away from being the next Lucifer.
Despite everything, he hoped he would be restored back to Heaven.
Sam Winchester was once addicted to demon blood. Though in part no fault of his own, he used the power it gave him. It overpowered him.
He indulged, he lied.
He, too, turned his back on a God he once prayed to.
In a human's eyes, there was little worse you could do.
He was Lucifer's Vessel.
Castiel and Sam turned their backs on God, but both hoped with all they had that their sacrifices would appeal to Him, and they'd end up in Heaven.
Perhaps their saving grace was just that.
They still hoped.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:59 pm (UTC)Castiel nodded. "Yes. I would have liked to have been an airplane pilot."
"But..why?" The angel genuinely baffled Dean most of the times.
Castiel was quiet for a moment. "To see my Father's creation from above, and be able to stop and go as i please. To see the world."
"Don't you already do that, though? I mean..wings?"
Castiel tilted his head. slightly, and looked at Dean. "In this sense, I do, however i do it alone. But if i were a pilot, i would be able to share the experience with others."
Yes. Castiel thought if he were human, he might have liked to be a pilot.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-23 07:39 pm (UTC)Eliot had reassured her that he understood completely.
He also understood Sophie explaining to him was her version of Parker’s poking and for roughly the same reason.
No one on the team truly understood what he did for them, but after two plus years they’d started to comprehend the importance of it and the amount that it cost him. They were becoming more aware of the bruises, the head injury induced migraines, the frequent trips to his own private doctor whenever injuries were outside his range of knowledge.
And Eliot’s pretty sure ever since he mentioned it during the Studio Job Hardison’s been paying more attention to the hit lists he’s been on. (He thinks the hacker actually tried to hack his name off one list. Eliot could strangle Hardison for being so stupid if it weren’t for the fact he’s actually kind of weirdly touched and doesn’t really know what to do with *that* feeling.)
They’re trying now, trying to understand his world and what he does better.
And it’s only now that they are that he realizes that he hopes they never do.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-23 01:11 pm (UTC)Fill - Hurt Him Now Or Hurt Him Later (Dean/Castiel, PG-13)
Date: 2010-08-26 03:41 pm (UTC)One of them should move away instead of just standing there looking at each other as the room starts to fill with a tension that nearly takes his breath away.
He's neither stupid nor oblivious. He knows Cas has feelings for him; might even think that he's in love with him.
Cas looking at him the way he does just isn't right. It's every kind of wrong there is, but he can't bring himself to move away.
Cas still doesn't either, and instead trails a hand gently down the side of his face. "Dean," he says as he brings the other hand to his shoulder, eyes sliding down briefly to focus on his lips, and then leans in even closer.
Cas wants to kiss him.
It's not as if he doesn't want it, too. He wants so fucking badly to find out if Cas tastes as good as he's imagined, wants to take the comfort offered, wants to offer Cas some sort of comfort too.
The thing is, he can't. Hell taught him what he is truly good at. He doesn't have anything to offer except hurt. No matter what Cas might tell him, that's the real Dean. Broken, empty, and made for nothing more than pain and disappointment, especially to anyone he cares about.
So, it's hurt Cas a little now, or just end up really hurting him later.
He reaches up and takes Cas' hand from his shoulder. "Don't," he says roughly and then steps away.
"I apologize. It won't happen again." Cas' expression and tone are neutral, the pain hidden in his eyes. Then he just disappears like he always does.
He continues to look for a second at the space where Cas just was, then sits down on the bed and opens up the bottle of Jack sitting on the nightstand. He'd only hurt him more if he let anything happen. It's better this way, he reminds himself.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:13 pm (UTC)By Your Side
Date: 2010-08-28 05:58 pm (UTC)The whites of his eyes were stark against tanned skin, the pupils almost completely dilated as he reared back from the angel in front of him. A finely drawn mouth opened and closed silently, and hands fluttered weakly at his side. No matter how much he tried to regain control of himself, part of him seemed to be experiencing a spasm of some sort.
It didn't help that Dean Winchester was being held by the front of his shirt as an Angel of the Lord flapped massive, invisible wings above his head. Somewhere down below him, the sun beaten fields of Kansas swayed, puffs of dust swelling up at the slightest wind, only to be dispelled by a sudden calm.
The only thing that kept him from actually going over the edge and having the panic attack threatening him, was the calm blue of Castiel's eyes. Any time he felt himself about to start gibbering, Castiel would glance down, those eyes would crinkle in the corners, and Dean could almost hear the dry, low voice telling him he had nothing to fear. If this angel could grasp him tight and pull him from Perdition, surely he was strong enough not to drop him on the Earthly plain.
Dean had always been afraid of flying. Part of him thought it might be different if Castiel were to take him. Obviously that part was wrong. But, at least this way he knew what Castiel felt when he soared through the air.
And, as revenge, Cas knew what he felt too.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-23 01:14 pm (UTC)Exorcism, ST:XI, Spock/Jim/Bones, NC-17
Date: 2010-08-23 08:27 pm (UTC)"Nightmares," he says. "He used to get them at the Academy, too. Worse when he's under stress."
Spock nods then, hands twitching on the sheets like he wants to yank them off Jim, shake him out of it.
"Leave him be," Bones says. "He won't remember in the morning. And he needs the rest."
Spock nods again, but he doesn't sleep that night. Bones remembers waking hours later to see him sitting at Jim's desk in the low light, watching.
It isn't until later that Spock asks him about the names. "Are these individuals figments of his imagination, or do you believe Jim to be recalling past incidences of violence in these 'nightmares'?"
Bones gives him a long look.
"I see," Spock says. He falls silent. At his sides, his hands curl into fists. After a moment, he asks, "Do you ever entertain thoughts of--"
"All the time," Bones says.
Bones thinks they love Jim harder because of the dreams. There are times when their eyes meet over his taut, golden body, Spock bent to Jim's head, brushing sweat-soaked hair from his face and telling him how satisfactorily he's taking Bones' cock and how just watching is going to make Spock achieve orgasm in 2.7 minutes, or somesuch nonsense that shouldn't be nearly as fucking sexy as it is. His eyes meet Spock's and Bones can see the near-feral glint there, and he knows. He knows that every heated word of praise, every touch of Spock's hand, every drop of sweat, every deep stuttering stroke into Jim is an exorcism, that he and Spock are drawing the poison out the only way they know how.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:14 pm (UTC)tangled and caught - PG, gen
Date: 2010-08-23 01:22 pm (UTC)He really hates the word darling. But then, he hates a lot of things.
Jason knows how he will die. But he still never gives up wishing, wanting, waiting... he knows he'll never be free, but he hopes...
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Date: 2010-08-24 05:23 am (UTC)Dean was still awake this time when Cas awoke with a start.
Dean wraps his arms tight around Cas before he can move to sit up.
Cas is struggling (not with his full strength, he's still much stronger than Dean.) but Dean is shushing him.
"It's okay Cas, it's okay." he cuddles up to Cas holding him tight in his arms and kissing his neck as Cas breaks down into quiet sobs.
"I... I do not want..." Cas whispers, he realizes that he's taking shuddering breaths, and stops, holding his breath, wishing he didn't have to breathe.
Dean turns Cas over towards him on the bed, looks him in the eyes, "it's okay, I'm here, even if you're fallen I'll be here."
Cas finally takes a breath, clutching to Dean as he falls back asleep.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:16 pm (UTC)Children See More Every Day
Date: 2010-08-28 06:13 pm (UTC)Each generation tells the one before of how times have changed. The generation before had candy that only cast a dollar or a cent or a chit, or something that is obviously a smaller amount than candy could ever be in the present. Then there is the matter of safety. Children used to be able to play in the streets, swim in the ocean, ran rampant through fields of golden grain without fear of death or bacteria or kidnappers.
Every generation was safer than the one before. Every new generation believes it is smarter. These terms are relative. The information available before was less, was more difficult to access, was less accurate, even. There were fewer people, pollutions, cars, vehicles period.
Yet, every generation seems to believe that children should be children. The saying goes, "Boys will be boys..." This means that Tommy will put a frog in Sally's desk, or John will punch Billy on the playground. Time forgets the boys that don't grow up like this, no matter how safe their world is. People don't like thinking of the five boys who gave up their chance to awkwardly ask a girl to the freshman year dance, experience a first kiss under a rusty bleachers stand.
Instead, people and society want adult heroes who they can hold on their shoulders and proudly proclaim, this is why we won. These men are gallant and brave and true, and they trained and chose to protect our country, our Earth, our society itself with their sacrifices and lives.
When people see the pilots, they see boys still. Children who shouldn't even be let of the house at the moment, for fear that someone might offer them candy that they will accept. The world is safe and winding its troubled way towards peace, because of five boys. And the moment those boys disappeared, the world pretended to worry that it was because they couldn't care for themselves.
The five pilots, they're the children who changed the world. They have no need of the world's worship, it's pity, and especially no need to be guided as they grow.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:18 pm (UTC)Sam/Gabriel
Date: 2010-08-25 02:09 pm (UTC)Gabriel poured more syrup on his pancakes and tried not to think about how his grace and Sam's soul would look wrapped together. He really tried not to think about how their naked, sweat-covered bodies would look wrapped around each other. Although he did file that one away for later.
He chewed on his pancakes and barely noticed that they tasted different from the last hundred times he'd had them.
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Sam pulled Gabriel closer and Gabriel sighed. The purple and green motel bed-spread they were on felt slightly sticky and smelled of sweat. He could have snapped his figures and made into something silky and clean, maybe something out of Casa Erotica Four, but he couldn't bring himself to turn it into something fake. Just once he wanted something real, something where he didn't have to hide behind tricks and Tricksters. As he closed his eyes and felt Sam's lips brush the back of his neck, Sam's soul sang and for just a moment Gabriel was reminded of the Garrison.
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Lucie's sword sliced through not only Loki's body, but also Gabriel's own grace. Grace expanded like a white supernova burning bone and golden feathers to ashes and as it flickered out Gabriel thought, 'This really sucks.'
Even though he knew Sam had a free-pass to Heaven because of his brother (if Lucie didn't destroy Sam's soul first that was) and the best Gabriel could hope for was the eternal nothingness of Limbo, he hoped that they would see each other again somehow.
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Gabriel stared up at a purple sky as he swung in a hammock. Sam was laying under him, tracing random patterns on his stomach. Not for the first time Gabriel thought he must have an angel watching over him, one that wore a trench coat apparently.
'Having fun?' Sam said.
'Yep. I was hoping my brothers would throw me a
'Welcome back to Heaven' party though. We should try to find a Cupid. They throw the best parties. They make this punch out of passion fruit and...'
'Gabriel, you're rambling,' Sam said as he passed his lips against Gabriel's throat.
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