Lyrical Thursday
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comment_ficGuess what, y'all? I'm still tigriswolf and today’s Thursday! Now’s the day for poetry or lyrics or simply a song title. Just a few simple rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
Now, if nothing new appeals, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = songs titles/lyrics/poems
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:02 pm (UTC)Supernatural, author's choice, Night of the Hunter
Fill, Father has Spoken, 1/1
Date: 2012-02-02 03:32 pm (UTC)~
Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes; the devil's inside
One night of the hunter
One day I will get revenge
One night of the hunter
One day it'll all just end.
Darkness was absence of light, and it crept everywhere that her father had not touched. Lilith liked the darkness because it spoke of a time before her, a time before her father had stared into the void and demanded light like a guilty Claudius.
Like Claudius, her father's words were poison in the ear.
She'd been cast out and reviled. Demons were built around her, but Lucifer had ripped them from her service years ago. Lilith had smiled and bent her knee, because she was clever enough to recognise a powerful ally when he held her life in her hands.
Ultimately, her life was forfeit, but as she let the darkness take her it felt more like a victory than anything she'd ever done before. A column of white rose from the floor, burning through her eyelids in its intensity, and for once it was Lilith who had summoned the light.
Lucifer, light bringer, would bathe god's world in fire and watch it burn.
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:02 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos,
I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room. (TS Eliot)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:03 pm (UTC)SG-1, Daniel Jackson, You'll See
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:04 pm (UTC)Inception, Arthur/Eames, Richard Siken's "Little Beast" part 4
( You could drown in those eyes, I said.
The fact of his pulse,
the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire
not to disturb the air around him.
Everyone could see the way his muscles worked,
the way we look like animals,
his skin barely keeping him inside.
I wanted to take him home
and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his
like a crash test car.
I wanted to be wanted and he was
very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
You could drown in those eyes, I said,
so it's summer, so it's suicide,
so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:05 pm (UTC)Glee, Kurt + author's choice,
Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless.
A stone on the path means the tea's not ready,
a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still
hasn't hit bottom. (Richard Siken)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:06 pm (UTC)FILL!
Date: 2016-08-15 07:00 pm (UTC)“Sleep, Sweetheart,” Dean whispers, brushing a kiss to his brother’s forehead.
“Not without you.” Sam pouts, big eyes puppy dog sweet and sad.
Dean chuckles fondly. “I’m right behind you, darlin’. I’ll meet you in the realm of sweet dreams.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Dean says, and he seals the deal with a loving kiss. Sam closes his eyes and the last thing he’s aware of before he drifts off is a tender kiss pressed to his forehead. True to his word, in the dream world, Dean is there wanting for Sam with a loving hug and a sweet kiss.
On the beach, away from hunting and horror, they smile brightly. Heaven exists in the crashing waves upon the rocks and the way his mind is lost in a hazy mix of pure joy and ecstasy happiness. In the sand that tickles between his toes, how he practically beams and leaning into Dean’s palm when he caress his cheeks softly.
In the way Dean lean in close and brushes soft butterfly kisses along his cheeks, making him blush as he smiles brightly while the kiss sends light waves of joy to his core. In the sea turtles they swim with and an ice-cold beer at the end of a hot summer day. Heaven surrounds Sam when he grins like a fool in love.
Everything is just too much at this point, his heart so filled with love it feels like it will beat right out of his chest. His cheeks are flushed and there is a big dimpled grin on his lips as he leans into kiss Dean, he giggles softly when his brother’s scruff tickles his skin. Here on the beach he has found Heaven, a pure love that warms his soul and brightens his heart.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:12 pm (UTC)How graceful your movements
How bitter your scorn
I've been a teenager
since before you were born
And younger than some
I've only begun
Not a fill
Date: 2012-02-02 02:22 pm (UTC)Re: Not a fill
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:16 pm (UTC)If my velocity starts to make you sweat
Then just don't let go
'Cause the emergency room got no vacancy
And we just, and we just, and we just
And we just get up and go!
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:17 pm (UTC)Where do I go to fall from Grace
God put a smile upon my face.
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-02 02:23 pm (UTC)All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
~Memory, Cats
Fill - Memories
Date: 2013-07-07 03:40 pm (UTC)All of that didn’t change the fact that she still missed the good old days. Right, it was a nightmare – spending every other night walking around graveyards, looking for demons and vampires to slay or another opportunity to save the day. It was frustrating when no one knew what she was going through or why her grades were dropping and how hard it was for her to manage to sustain a lousy passing grade just so she could continue to the next year.
Really, it was a relief when it was her time to give it up and let someone else deal with all this underworld shit.
No longer fearing her life on every passing day, no longer pulling all-nighters to search dark allies, no longer keeping secrets. She was happy now.
Now, all alone in the moonlight, when her kids were already fast asleep hours ago and so was her husband, she allowed herself to dwell a little bit on the past. It wasn’t easy, but she loved it. It kept her alive – not in the simple, physical meaning but in the way she knew she was living, and knew she meant something important to the world. She smiled, thinking of the old days, recalling all the times Xander and Willow were there to help her, and did so gladly – even before Willow found out she was a powerful witch and, well, Xander never really had any superpowers, but his strong friendship and glowing courage.
She let out a sigh. Sometimes she really missed all that – the action, the thrill, the –
“Buffy, why aren’t you asleep yet?” A soft, low voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up to see her gorgeous, perfect husband staring at the door. “I woke up and didn’t find you there. You worried me.”
“Why? Because I was sitting some time on our balcony? The old times are gone, Angel,” she said, but despite the implied bitterness in her words she was smiling, and she wasn’t really scolding him. She took his hand as he offered it to her to help her up, finding herself being pulled into a warm embrace.
“I know they are, and I’m happy it’s so. Let’s get back inside and head to bed, alright?”
How could Buffy say no to that? She nodded, and let out a soft, content sound when she felt his soft lips pressed to her head. He led her back into the house, closing the wooden door behind them before walking towards where their bedroom was.
There were many bad things about the way she lived her life back when she was a slayer. Too much danger, for her and for everyone around her, but it was fun, in the end. And besides, if she hadn’t been a slayer, how else would she have met Angel?
Just that was enough for her to think of those times with a smile, and she sat down on the bed once she and Angel reached there, taking off her robe and getting ready to sleep. She lay down, and immediately felt his strong arms around her, holding her close.
No, she thought. She wouldn’t have changed a thing.
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:24 pm (UTC)So this is the last time that I'll hold your hand
I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
This is the last time that I'll hold your hand
I want to kiss you on the mouth and tell you
I'm your biggest fan
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:25 pm (UTC)No fic but
Date: 2012-02-02 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-02 02:33 pm (UTC)Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
This, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
(Richard Siken, “Scheherazade”)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:35 pm (UTC)You know the way Jesus
rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
the way he points to it.
He wants to save me
but we disagree from what.
My version of hell
is someone ripping open his shirt
and saying, Look what I did for you.
(Nick Flynn, “Emptying Town”)
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Date: 2012-03-05 04:57 am (UTC)The scavengers come. He has not the strength to even cry.
Gabriel finds him. He says it's an ex-angel thing, and he puts a gentle hand on Castiel's skull.
Dean hits his knees, gun slipping out of his grip. The cannon-fodder demons scatter, sticking to the receding shadows, and Sam sketches a protection sigil onto the air.
Too late, Dean thinks, and he wants to believe it's not his fault. But he knows it is. He looks up, meets Gabriel’s eyes.
Gabriel fell, too, and he survived. But Gabriel is a trickster, and Castiel was so good. Was.
“He did it for you,” Gabriel whispers, and the roaring wind steals the words, as Gabriel’s presence whirls around them.
He did it for you. Dean closes his eyes as Gabriel throws back his head and screams.
Choose, the great voice thunders, filling Castiel until there is room for nothing else. Your life or his.
Give to him all of me, Castiel gasps.
And he screams, and he falls, and he lets go.
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:36 pm (UTC)Some part of me knew he would show up,
that if I stood in one place long enough
he would find me, like you’re taught to do
when you’re lost. But they never taught us
what to do if both of you are lost,
and you both end up in the same place, waiting.
(Nick Flynn, “Another Bullshit Night in Suck City”)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:38 pm (UTC)The current rolled in
From I don’t know where.
We’d bob atop, drift
Gently out.
I liked best
When there was nothing
That I could
Or could not see.
But I know
There was more.
(Tracy K. Smith, “El Mar”)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:39 pm (UTC)Of all the public places, dear,
to make a scene, I’ve chosen here.
Of all the doorways in the world
to choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yours.
I’m on the street, under the stars.
It’s not as if I’m holding out
for frankincense or myrrh, just change.
You give me tea. That’s big of you.
I’m on my knees. I beg of you.
(Simon Armitage, “Give”)
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:41 pm (UTC)You went messing with the gods and never fell away
You're still burning off the angel on your face
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:47 pm (UTC)I know, you know, they just don't have any proof
Embrace the deception, Lean how to bend
You're worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end"-I Know You Know by The Friendly Indians
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Date: 2012-02-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Fill: Brighton Pier
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Date: 2012-02-02 02:51 pm (UTC)Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?" - Sound of Madness by Shinedown
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Date: 2012-02-02 03:01 pm (UTC)Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me, again
Here by my side, it's heaven
Matthew Goods - Weapon
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Date: 2012-02-02 03:03 pm (UTC)"I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret" - Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects
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Date: 2012-02-02 03:04 pm (UTC)You never change your mind once it's made up
unless it's to crawl back on your knees
I think you can choose to love and what is more
that is how you survived the war
The Weepies - How you surived the war
Title: Never Change Your Mind Once It's Made
Date: 2012-02-02 10:04 pm (UTC)Soon, the world's gonna end, and there's nothing he can do about it -- because most of it's his fault anyway. He blinks, breathes again, tries to think of something else, some other way than the one that keeps circling around his head like a shark.
He wonders if it would have made a difference if Cas and Gabriel hadn't died for them.
He tries to put that thought away, too, because those losses are too new and too raw for him -- and he knows that one of them needs to not be drowning in memories of angels.
And Dean shouldn't have to be that one out of the two of them -- after all, him and Cas...
There had been a Dean and Cas.
He hadn't known Gabriel for long enough to know if there could have been a Sam and Gabriel. There hadn't been, but there's a dark idea deep in his soul that thinks maybe there could have been.
He shakes his head, still trying to force the feeling out, stamp down on it the way he does the desire for blood.
Then there's a flutter of wings, familiar and vague, and he twists around.
There's a quiet half-smirk on a face he'd never thought he'd see again, and mirth mixed with worry in honey-colored eyes. He's lounging against the bedpost, looking as he had when they'd met last.
"Hey, Sammy."
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Date: 2012-02-02 03:07 pm (UTC)And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door" - 500 Miles by The Proclaimers