Thursday: Misheard Lyrics
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ravenspear, bringing you my last theme for the week.
Today, we're going to be playing with a theme close to my heart; Misheard Lyrics. Because we've probably all had lyrics we got totally, incredibly wrong. And sometimes they're really funny and/or fitting to our favorite characters/pairings. And if you are one of those people who've never gotten a song lyric wrong in your life, then I direct you to KissThisGuy.Com, so you can use (and lol at) other people's mishearings.
And, of course, we always have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them:
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ravenspear, bringing you my last theme for the week.Today, we're going to be playing with a theme close to my heart; Misheard Lyrics. Because we've probably all had lyrics we got totally, incredibly wrong. And sometimes they're really funny and/or fitting to our favorite characters/pairings. And if you are one of those people who've never gotten a song lyric wrong in your life, then I direct you to KissThisGuy.Com, so you can use (and lol at) other people's mishearings.
And, of course, we always have to follow the rules:
♥ No more than five "live" prompts at any time.
♥ No more than three prompts from a specific fandom.
♥ No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after release/air/publication date. If your fill is spoilerly, mark it obviously as such.
♥ Respect our codemonkey overlords, and format your prompts in the way that is pleasing to them:
GOTH; Kamiyama/Morini + outside POV; the creepers live up the street from me. (Live, Shit Towne)
Angel Sanctuary/Supernatural; Belial/Balthazar; First I'm gonna give you up. Then I'm gonna let you down. Then I'm gonna run around and hurt you. (Rick Astley, Never Gonna Give You Up)
(tag="misheardlyrics")
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:00 pm (UTC)RE: First I'm gonna give you up. Then I'm gonna let you down.
Date: 2011-12-01 04:50 pm (UTC)stop
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:02 pm (UTC)FILL: Supernatural; Gabriel + his vessel; What have I become, my Swedish friend?
Date: 2011-12-01 06:50 pm (UTC)When he first comes down to Earth, he flattens a feasting hall with his voice and blinds the throng of people within. Humans, he realizes, are not as strong as he thinks.
So he searches for a vessel—he floats far above the town and reaches out, grazing against people's souls. His touch lingers on an ordinary, nondescript man: mousy brown hair, twinkling eyes. He is a solitary man, a lonely man; the neighbor's daughter never sees the adoration in his eyes when she passes by him, her skirts swishing.
No one notices when a light flashes in his house and he begins to behave differently.
Almost a millennium later, Gabriel wonders if his vessel is still alive. He has been stabbed, cut, burned, shot, thrown off a cliff, run over by a train, but, every time, with a whisper of a thought, he mends his flesh back whole. He would like to think that his vessel has long since ceased to suffer for his selfishness and that his soul is now resting with his father in Heaven.
And yet, sometimes, when he sits by himself in a quiet place and reaches within, he feels a flutter of another soul remaining.
It occurs to him that he does not know his vessel's name.
Re: FILL: Supernatural; Gabriel + his vessel; What have I become, my Swedish friend?
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:12 pm (UTC)no fill
Date: 2011-12-01 06:51 pm (UTC)Re: no fill
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:21 pm (UTC)Title: In Which Sam is Sick of Mysteries (And Gabriel Doesn't Care)
Date: 2011-12-01 08:57 pm (UTC)Until he meets the Trickster.
The Trickster kills his brother every day for over a hundred days, and then lets everything go back to normal – as normal as it ever gets for a Hunting life.
And then, well, he finds out that the Trickster isn’t even a Trickster, but the Archangel Gabriel.
So he stands up to his full height – towering over Gabriel’s vessel – and tells him that, from this point on, there will be no mysteries, no lies, and no more fucking tricks, or so help him, he will find a way to off the very Messenger of the Annunciation.
To his surprise, all Gabriel does is stand up on tiptoe, kiss him, and disappear in a snap of fingers and a flutter of wings.
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:31 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2011-12-02 12:58 am (UTC)Dean looked up at the shocked looking waitress.
"We just got him exorcised." He explained with a shrug. "You never can be too careful when it comes to weird stuff happening."
The watress nods and brings them free pie in sympathy.
Dean loves the bible belt, even if he's starting to get annoyed by Sam's obsession with everything being post-satanic.
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 12:49 pm (UTC)Title: Again
Date: 2011-12-01 09:03 pm (UTC)But there’s one client that got away, and, rather than trying to kill him or forget him completely, he pops in every now and again to say hello, sit down for a whiskey that, though it’s cheap and mass-produced, somehow seems finer when he’s across the table from Bobby Singer.
One day he asks why Crowley comes around, and Crowley just says, “The whiskey’s worth seeing you again.”
Re: Title: Again
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Date: 2011-12-01 12:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:04 pm (UTC)no fill
Date: 2011-12-01 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: no fill
From:Silent Wings (Supernatural, 2014!Cas, PG)
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Date: 2011-12-01 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:16 pm (UTC)Moves Like A Tiger, Torchwood Jack/Ianto, R
Date: 2011-12-01 05:27 pm (UTC)Those were strange but it didn't even cut to what was happening now.
When everyone left the hub, Jack had told Ianto to strip and go wait for him in the hub. Well Ianto sat on a uncomfortable chair in Jack's office for a few good minutes and was getting impatient because he was getting cold. He was about to call Jack when some pop song that annoyed the hell out of Ianto came on.
And in came Jack just as nude as he was dancing. First he started shaking his hips a little before growling like a wild cat before pouncing on the desk like a tiger and crawling towards his ever so diligent tea boy.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ianto said still sitting with his arms folded over his chest.
"Can't you see Ianto I've got the moves like a tiger!" Jack said before purring, "just as the song says."
Ianto carefully listened to the lyrics before deeply groaning and massaging his temples.
"Jack it says MOVES LIKE JAGGER not MOVES LIKE A TIGER!"
Jack froze as his cheeks turned red,
"Oh...Wow....that's a total miscalculation."
"Jack can we just have sex before you kill yourself AGAIN?"
Jack turned from his crouching tiger position before carefully lounguimg on his stomach with his naked ass lifting in the air.
"How can I turn down an offer like that!"
Ianto smiled now his birthday didn't seem to be so strange after all.
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Date: 2011-12-01 01:17 pm (UTC)AtS, Fred/Gunn, "DJ Gunn is falling in love"
Date: 2011-12-02 02:33 am (UTC)So is, like, everything else, obviously.
Living without something for five years makes you appreciate it so much more, it's almost mindblowing. The food on Earth is wonderful. The hot showers, the quick transportation, the books, the having conversation with people who don't want to kill you. It's all so great.
But the music... Maybe it's just the way it's presented, but it's like Gunn knows every awesome song ever, and he only ever plays her the good ones.
They cuddle up in the front seat of his truck and drain thermoses of coffee and eat their weight in Chinese food and, yeah, watch out for evil demons while he reminds her of what she missed.
The music is better than she remembered, but it doesn't even compare to falling in love.
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Date: 2011-12-01 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:44 pm (UTC)Cities on flame now,so stop drop and roll" (Cities on Flame with Rock and Roll by Blue Oyster Cult)
Title: Burn it Down (SPN, Jo Harvelle)
Date: 2011-12-01 10:47 pm (UTC)She smiles a little in her soul to see the fire whipping through their hair just before it all disappears, and she thinks to herself very quietly and deep down:
You did good, Joanna Beth -- now watch the city burn.
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Date: 2011-12-01 01:47 pm (UTC)No fill... yet?
Date: 2011-12-01 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-01 01:47 pm (UTC)Microfic: The Hunger Games, Katniss/Peeta.
Date: 2011-12-01 05:35 pm (UTC)At that point, the boy who risked everything to save her became so nervous he spit out the next words out on whim.
"Would you please marry me woman?"
Katniss made a disgusted sigh before smacking her former co-tribute across the face and storming off.
"KATNISS WAIT I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"
"Talk to me when you actually figure out how actually propose to a girl without being nevous!"
Re: Microfic: The Hunger Games, Katniss/Peeta.
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