Dé Máirt, Addiction
May. 3rd, 2011 03:04 amGood Morning!
I'm ahavaelwilhouse (still), and I'm hosting for y'all this week. So, the theme this week is addiction. Self destructive behavior, addictions to medications/drugs, interventions, or any kind of addiction is welcome here today.
It's nice to format our prompts this way for our beloved codemonkeys *gives them bananas*
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, Sam must find a way to help Dean with his addiction to methamphetamine.
House MD, House, why rehab didn't work
And for crossovers,
Supernatural/House MD, Hadley/Dean, Hadley is addicted to Dean's rosebud lips, but who isn't?
Thank you for the patience yesterday. Comments are not screened today. :D
*hugs and kisses*
Ahavael
(theme=addiction)
I'm ahavaelwilhouse (still), and I'm hosting for y'all this week. So, the theme this week is addiction. Self destructive behavior, addictions to medications/drugs, interventions, or any kind of addiction is welcome here today.
It's nice to format our prompts this way for our beloved codemonkeys *gives them bananas*
Supernatural, Dean/Sam, Sam must find a way to help Dean with his addiction to methamphetamine.
House MD, House, why rehab didn't work
And for crossovers,
Supernatural/House MD, Hadley/Dean, Hadley is addicted to Dean's rosebud lips, but who isn't?
Thank you for the patience yesterday. Comments are not screened today. :D
*hugs and kisses*
Ahavael
(theme=addiction)
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:11 am (UTC)HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!! *hugs*
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:05 am (UTC)IOU a better response to this
Date: 2011-05-03 02:12 pm (UTC)"Shh," Gabriel says, placing a cool hand on his forehead. "I'm here."
Sam turns his head into Gabriel's side, clutching at his waist. "Gabriel," he murmurs. The archangel is solid beneath his touch, something real to hang onto. "Gabriel," he moans.
"Shh," Gabriel says again, and conjures a silver knife. "Castiel," he says to his brother, offering the knife. Castiel rolls up his sleeve and cuts a shallow wound across his forearm. He presses the blood that wells up to Sam's mouth, and Sam drinks greedily.
It's like drinking light, an angelic antibody spreading through Sam's limbs chasing away the darkness.
Castiel lifts his arm and Sam follows, until Gabriel distracts him with a kiss. Power arcs through Sam in Gabriel's kisses, and he whimpers again against Gabriel's lips. "Gabriel, why won't you let me taste you?" Sam says, not caring that he sounds like an addict.
"Kiddo, I'd burn you out," Gabriel replies gently, taking Sam by the shoulders and guiding him back to his cot. Castiel lays a hand on Sam's forehead and says softly, "Be at rest, Samuel." Gabriel curls up on the cot behind Sam and waits to ward Sam's dreams.
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:24 am (UTC)Invention, PG, The Boys of CM
Date: 2011-05-03 05:03 pm (UTC)"I'm busy," Reid grumbled eyes still fixated on the tv screen.
"This is important kid," Morgan added folding his arms in front of him.
"What's more important than this," Reid retorted.
"Uhh," Rossi said stepping into the room waving his arm in the air, "this is exactly what I am talking about, this Doctor Who, this flying blue box. You're addicted to this show."
"By god did you even watch this show?" Reid said pausing the tv and looking at the three men standing by the doorway, "come sit down and see how awesome this show is."
10 minutes Later
Morgan, Rossi and Hotch sat on the couch with their eyes glued to the tv. Mouths gaped in amazement. Reid just chuckled and leaned back on the couch.
"Works everytime."
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:41 am (UTC)Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet
Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling
And still be on my feet
I'd still be on my feet
Diana Krall - A case of you
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Date: 2011-05-03 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-05-04 06:59 pm (UTC)But then, he’ll catch a flash of a pale neck, hear someone’s heart race, smell the blood under their skin. Any, or all, or none of the above, and then his throat is dry and burning, mouth parched like a desert. It’s an awful feeling, a sensation that screams ‘you don’t have to feel like this,’ and the worst thing is, it’s so hard to argue with that.
He’ll pick out a target, plan what he’ll say, figure out when and where, and the thirst will recede, just enough to tease the relief he could be feeling, the remembrance of an ice-cold drink on a sweltering summer day. He can taste the blood, feel it slip down his throat.
And then Josh will say something, or his phone will ring, or he’ll win the argument in his head (any, or all, or none of the above), and he’ll go home to blood that tastes dead and rancid, like water left out in the sun for days (or he’ll start over, again, day one sober).
The more he wins, the easier it should be to argue, but it isn’t. Some days, it’s hard to remember why he tries.
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From:no subject
Date: 2011-05-03 10:57 am (UTC)Calm the aches, stop the shakes
You clear my mind
You're my escape
From this messed up place
'Cause you let me forget
Skillet ~ Better than Drugs
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Date: 2011-05-03 11:40 am (UTC)That's a good song.
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