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i used to be a superhero
i would swoop down and save me
from myself
but you were like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else

from "superhero (http://www.danah.org/ani/Dilate/Superhero.html)" - ani difranco

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any, any female character, hair dying/highlighting

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NCIS, Ziva (gen or pairing), she never really expected to live to see 30

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Bones, Brennan + Zach, he's still family

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X-Files, Mulder+/Scully, "Go home, Mulder."

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Scully gave him that look, the one that made her eyebrow arch and her cheek hollow as she sucked it in. She didn’t say it, but the expression on her face alone told Mulder that she was sure he was crazy.

Like it was the first time he’d gotten that look, though, and it sure hadn’t fazed him in the past. “No, really, Scully!”

With a tentative fingernail, she poked at the old paperback with the lurid cover, shoving it a little farther away from her pristine work suit. “You’re trying to tell me, Lovecraft knew what he was writing about? Mulder, have you been sniffing book binding glue again?”

He sighed, put upon. “No, Scully, and I’m not saying chanting ‘fhtagn, fhtagn’ is going to call up some creature out of the ocean.”

“You pronounced ‘fhtagn’ wrong,” she deadpanned.

Mulder ignored her. “What I’m saying is, Lovecraft may’ve actually seen things that were really there, not things that didn’t exist.”

The perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose higher. “Mulder,” Scully whined. “Please tell me you’re kidding me.” Before he could open his mouth, she went on. “Lovecraft? Seriously? Why couldn’t you have brought out that guy who wrote Chariots of the Gods or something?”

“So you disagree?”

“Of course I disagree! If Cthulhu existed, or some version of that particular universe, this world would be in a lot worse shape than it is now!”

Mulder pursed his mouth. “It could explain A.D. Kersh.”

Scully’s eyebrow twitched more. “Go home, Mulder. You’re obviously delirious, and I can’t deal with your particular brand of crazy today.”

He picked up the paperback, wagging at her. “C’mon, Scully, you know this would just piss Kersh off totally if we started investigating gaslight horror stories.”

She wavered. He could see it, almost taste it. “You’re crazy,” Scully protested.

“Then I probably should have a keeper to make sure I don’t do something absolutely stupid, right?” Mulder’s grin spread across his face as he grabbed his jacket, slinging it on. “C’mon, G-woman, we’ve got some Old Ones to investigate.” As he slipped out the door, he heard Scully say:

“You’re still pronouncing ‘fhtagn’ wrong!” as she followed him.

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J.R. Tolkien, any, Standing in the hall of fame
And the world is gonna know your name

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tigriswolf

Oh, I wanna do something for Samwise Gamgee.

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The Silmarillion, Feanor and/or Melkor, I am a star out of molten metal!
Everything becomes ash in my embrace,
A star, even though no white-hot fire
Ever thawed the ice inside me...

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Naruto / Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy + Sasuke, the Flame Alchemist knew that his past would catch up with him one day

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any, any, All humans had that self-preservation that ran deeper than most insanity.

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MCU, Steve, Sacrificing half of humanity or risk dooming all of it

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samueljames

Glee, Blaine/Sam & Finn & Mike, Music RPF AU in which the guys are in a McFly type of band. They all mess and flirt a lot on stage/in interviews so that Blaine & Sam can touch/hold hands etc without having to let anyone know they're in a relationship. (Nothing underage please) Inspiration 1 Inspiration 2 Inspiration 3 Inspiration 4 Inspiration 5

Edited Date: 2013-03-09 10:53 am (UTC)

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♥

Their lives are pretty crazy.

Don't get me wrong - Sam loves it that way. Who would have thought - back in Kentucky, when he was just a dumb jock who liked to sing in the shower - that one day Sam would live the life of a superstar? Months spent on a tour bus with three other guys, sleeping in four star hotels, giving interviews... Performing to sold-out crowds, getting his picture taken every time he steps out into the sun-

Sam certainly hadn't expected it when he'd auditioned for the gig. He'd hoped, maybe. Dreamed, in some small, cautious part of himself, half-embarrassed that that part existed, that maybe he could be somebody, but he hadn't actually expected his dream to come true.

It's just a little overwhelming sometimes. The changes that have been made... the way Sam's life has just totally turned around. There was a time when Sam's parents thought they might be losing their house, and now Sam's family never has to worry about money. Sam used to date girls to hide the fact that he'd rather date a guy, and now he can lick a guys's neck in public... and everybody just goes crazy, loving it. Girls still throw their panties on stage and make him posters, trying to give him their number, and two of Sam's bandmates - Finn and Mike - once dry-humped in front of a camera and got matching marriage proposals from a couple of girls in the same day. In Kentucky, Sam never quite felt like he could be himself... and now he can do anything - anything - in the name of theatrics, and all he ever gets is positive attention for it.

It's hard not to let all that craziness go to his head sometimes.

Oh, Sam never gets too big of an ego. He likes to say that his mama raised him better than that... (and his bandmates smile at him affectionately - while they tease the snot out of him for his Southern way of speaking). But he does get a little- Excited. Sometimes Sam gets way too caught up in putting on a show for his fans and forgets that the fans don't know that not all of it is a show.

It's easier to do than you'd think. The first time Blaine took Sam's hand in public, Sam thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest. They hadn't known each other long then... But what Sam had seen, he'd liked. Blaine is such a ball of energy. He's the perkiest member of the band, for sure, but in a cool way. Sam is sure that if he ever jumped up on top of a piano during a performance - or wore hot pink sunglasses with a big, red bowtie - people would think he was being silly or immature. But Blaine makes both of those things look stylish.

As soon as the band started to make a name for itself, in fact, the media named Blaine, with his hat and his ties, the dapper one. Mike is the cool one, with his techno dance moves (although Sam's been known to break out some killer pelvis rolls in the heat of a moment.) Sam is the sexy one, always taking off his shirt and showing off his abs, and Finn is the sweet one.

This makes all of them laugh for various reasons. They're all pretty "sweet", if you ask Sam; good boys with no ego issues, which is why this whole thing with the sexually-charged horseplay never leads to any trouble. If you ask Blaine, he'd tell you that Mike is the classy one, always looking like he stepped off of a page in GQ. Finn is kind of the accidentally cool one; the one the rest of them look to as a leader. And Blaine-

Well. Sam thinks Blaine may be the sexiest guy he's ever seen, much less in his own band. That first time Blaine took his hand, Sam thought he had lost his mind. What were the odds that the first guy to ever show Sam any romantic interest would be smoking hot and sing like a dream?

Blaine had grinned at him and explained, amidst the thunderous clicks of a dozen cameras, "We can't let Fike have all the fun, can we?" Finn had kicked off the concert they'd just completed by introducing Sam as his brother, Blaine as his boyfriend, and Mike as his girlfriend. Mike had smacked him loudly on the lips as the fangirls cheered. It was certainly a creative way of addressing the stories haters kept making up about them.

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samueljames

The History Boys, Posner/Scripps, the first declaration of love.

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Note: This was meant to be a short little thing but it got out of control! First History Boys fic ever akjfh I JUST LOVE THEM. Hope you like it :3

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He plans it down to the last detail. The pages of his old notebooks, the one from the old days when everything was much simpler, have little notes scribbled in the margins next to snippets, phrases, observations, and definitions. It's the one place, Scripps thinks, that Posner won't think to look.

*

"Your desk is a mess," Posner says one evening, his mouth twisted into a pout. "It's destroying the aesthetic of my home."

(Posner's cottage is a neat one, a place that he calls his sanctuary. It might be a good word to use, since Scripps tends to think that Posner views himself rather as one of the gargoyles at Notre-Dame. An adult Posner is a disillusioned one; the piano in the little living room hasn't been touched for ages, and, Scripps suspects, the same can be said for Posner. Gone is the unusual boy from Cutler's. Posner now is a haunted fellow, silent and brooding instead of bursting with snatches of Gracie Fields and Edith Piaf, the innocence in his eyes faded to a dim shadow.

Posner's cottage is a neat one, but ever since Scripps arrived for a visit and nudged their friendship back on the tracks of something familiar, it has an underlying current of messiness. A subtle invasion of the journalist with a half-finished novel.)

Scripps snorts and continues scribbling into his newest notebook, the cream page filling with his cramped handwriting. "It's my desk," he answers mildly. "Say, how does that song go again? That Streisand tune, with Donna Summers."

Posner shoots him a look, as if to say that he knows what Scripps is doing. (Scripps hides nothing. He is not a great one for subtlety. Mostly.) He folds himself into the armchair, sips his tea, and dutifully sings.

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The novel has plagued him since the first month in London. It sprouted out of a conversation Scripps had while drunk off his rocker with Dakin at a pub. He still has the scraps of paper with the original idea semi-lucidly scrawled onto it tucked into the notebook for that year.

"What's it about?" Posner asks, voice quiet as Scripps announces that he's done looking at his computer for the night.

"You could read it, you know," Scripps says, jabbing a tired finger at the darkened screen.

Posner pauses, thinking. Scripps moves to join him on the sofa, cold hands burying into the blankets and sweaters covering Posner's chest.

"I don't like reading unfinished books," he says. He looks down at the glass of wine in his hands and frown. "Everything must have an ending."

(Scripps has not been there for the majority of the breakdowns, prior to moving in. He has seen three: two before, and one after. The latter happened almost six months ago.)

Warmed up to a degree, Scripps's fingers find the delicate paleness of Posner's wrists and curve around them. Posner's pulse beats under the pads of his thumbs.

"It's a bit about you," Scripps says. Posner's eyes are incredibly green. He lets go before Posner spills the wine.

[Fill] i wrote you into my verse, 2/3

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Sentinel/Guide AU

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Teen Wolf, any, angels are known!AU

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tigriswolf

What do you mean by that? Like, Supernatural-type angels in vessels, or angels are another species on Earth, or what?

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NCIS, any, paranormal steampunk AU

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Zombies, Run!, any, His Dark Materials/daemon!AU

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