Monday: Bridge
Apr. 30th, 2012 06:44 pmGreetings, Earthlings! I'm
with_rainfall, and I'm your host for the week. ~bows~
Today's theme is bridge. The bridges your characters build, break or cross might be literal or figurative; today's prompt is about closing gaps and making - or severing - connections.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Animorphs, Ax, building a bridge between Andalites and humans
Bridge to Terabithia, Jesse/Leslie, they pretend rainbows are bridges to heaven
Today's prompts not catching your eye? Check out the lonely prompts!
tag=bridge
Today's theme is bridge. The bridges your characters build, break or cross might be literal or figurative; today's prompt is about closing gaps and making - or severing - connections.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Animorphs, Ax, building a bridge between Andalites and humans
Bridge to Terabithia, Jesse/Leslie, they pretend rainbows are bridges to heaven
Today's prompts not catching your eye? Check out the lonely prompts!
tag=bridge
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Date: 2012-04-30 09:39 am (UTC)idek what this is but thank you for linking to the poem, 1/1
Date: 2012-04-30 05:35 pm (UTC)He pretends like saying Yes is not an option, but Dean forgets that Castiel sees everything he is. Castiel sees all the gnarled, ugly parts of Dean. He sees that greasy slick of Hell, tainting all it touches. He sees the perpetual motion machine that is Dean's guilt as it focuses, unrelenting, on Sam then Hell then Dad then Sam then Castiel, even, then Hell then the human monsters, then the monstrous humans and--
Castiel cannot fix Dean Winchester.
Castiel cannot save Dean Winchester.
Castiel cannot even advise Dean Winchester.
"Heaven is a better Earth, Castiel," Zachariah murmurs. He is not as good a salesman as Crowley; unlike Zachariah, Crowley doesn't have to rely on coercion. (Castiel wonders whether this says something profound about the human condition, or about the state of his angel kin.) "Why would you deny the humans that?"
Castiel wonders why he stays here. Is he so paralysed by indecision that he cannot go anywhere without the Winchesters?
He is sick of the Winchesters. He is sick of sacrifice. He is sick of caring.
He is tired of the Winchesters, and they are tired of him. He watches them sleep, but they do not rest. They are winding tighter and tighter, whispers of Detroit coiling around them like a treacherous current, and still Castiel cannot leave.
If he cannot fix Dean, or save him, or advise him, at least he can die for him. Castiel would appreciate the opportunity to think these ideas out for himself, but time waits for no man or angel, and the apocalypse is nigh. If he has to choose a side, he'll choose the Righteous Man's.
He is not useful. He is not clever, and more often than not any attempts by Sam or Dean to lighten the mood go uncomprehended. He was made to serve, and serve he will.
He will not question them--he cannot; there is no time--and he will try not to become angry. It is not the Winchesters' fault that they are so snarled in themselves and their nightmares. Castiel will lie prostrate at their feet and help any way he can.
He hopes they do not break his back when they trample on the bridge he makes to Heaven.
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Date: 2012-04-30 09:40 am (UTC)War Is No Place For Dreamers
Date: 2012-04-30 10:06 pm (UTC)Too long for a comment:
http://amles80.livejournal.com/66312.html
Angst!
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Date: 2012-04-30 09:52 am (UTC)no fill but
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Date: 2012-04-30 10:00 am (UTC)Thank you for the prompt - it's gorgeous!
Date: 2012-04-30 08:28 pm (UTC)"Peter? I thought you said gondolas were far too expensive to use often, they were just for tourists," said Tom.
Peter gave him a quick smile and returned his attention to instructing the gondolier.
"It's our last night before we leave for Athens, and I want to do something special," Peter murmured with that shy, sweet smile that Tom knew so well.
The gondolier serenaded them as the small boat all but danced and skipped along the waterways of Venice. Tom murmured a joke into Peter's ear about the old fashioned romantic notion. As they went, Peter gave a small history of some of the sights that Tom knew by sight. After about an hour on the Canal, the gondola approached the Doge's Palace and the Bridge of Sighs.
"Do you know why it's called that?" Tom asked curiously.
Peter smiled, and drew his arm tighter about Tom's neck, leaning into his lover's warmth.
"I do, and it's a great story, but I'd much rather do this," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to Tom's. Startled, Tom flinched and drew back, mutely pointing to the gondolier who was doing a very good job of not looking at the amorous men.
"It's tradition," Peter said in a voice so soft it was nearly a whisper, "if two lovers kiss in a gondola at sunset as they pass beneath it, they will be granted eternal bliss."
"Eternal bliss?" said Tom with a smile, "do you think someone like me deserves eternal bliss?"
"I think I do," Peter pointed out, "and if it's with you I want it, then I can't be selfish and denying you eternal bliss. But I happen to think you deserve it as much as I do, and I'd quite like to kiss you again to ensure it."
They had already passed under the bridge, and Peter sighed gently into Tom's mouth as their lips joined.
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Date: 2012-04-30 12:01 pm (UTC)um. lots of character death, dude. gen(?)
Date: 2012-05-01 01:02 am (UTC)Jim was the first, of course, just like his dad. Then Scotty, in an engineering accident, when he was the last one out. Next was Chekov, on an away mission he had no business being on, really, not with no Jim watching his back.
Last was Bones, decades later, when the only person who even knew he'd ever been called that was a green-blooded hobgoblin.
"I'll tell Jim you're coming," he muttered, eyes too tired to be held open anymore.
"Thank you, Doctor," Spock murmured.
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Date: 2012-04-30 12:26 pm (UTC)(feel free to include other military/scientist pairings but must focus on Lorne/Parrish)
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Date: 2012-04-30 01:31 pm (UTC)Forgive the pun...
Date: 2012-05-01 03:34 am (UTC)"Come on, Sammy, you can't be serious!" Dean accused.
"We can't guarantee it'll come out on its own so we can kill it," Sam argued, "and traditionally speaking, they're said to like goats best."
Dean looked over at the small white kid Sam had appropriated from... somewhere. "But he's just a little guy! You're really gonna sacrifice a goat to this thing?" The goat was tethered by a rope to a small tree near the bridge. It was obliviously grazing away at any and all plant life it could reach.
"Yes, the goat is bait, but that doesn't mean we have to actually let the troll eat it!"
"So, how is it we gank a troll again? 'Traditionally speaking?'"
"They have to be crushed to death. Remember the fairy tale?"
"Where the Big Billy Goat Gruff tramples the troll? Sure. So?"
"So, we're going to run over it."
"This better not damage the Impala." Dean scowled at his younger brother.
"It shouldn't; trolls are kind of... squishy. That's why trampling works so well."
"You're cleaning it up, then."
"Shh! I think I see something!"
Sure enough, a dark shape was pulling itself up over the side of the bridge. The goat snapped its head toward the creature, ears perked. It began bleating and tried to scramble away, only to be stopped by the rope. The troll eyed the goat for a moment before it apparently decided that it either wasn't hungry or that this particular goat wasn't worth the effort and slipped back under the bridge.
"I guess I underestimated its appetite," Sam mused.
Dean snorted. "You mean, you're going to need a bigger go-"
Sam cut him off with a glare. "Don't. Just don't."
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