Tuesday: Movie Quotes
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ivotedforsaxon and today's theme is Movie Quotes. Prompts can be anything you want so long as it is a quote from a movie..
The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Supernatural, the Impala (+any), "Nobody puts Baby in the corner."
+ Hannibal (TV), any, "We all go a little mad sometimes."
+ Revolution/Supernatural, Lucifer!Jeremy +or/ any, "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun!
tag=moviequotes
ivotedforsaxon and today's theme is Movie Quotes. Prompts can be anything you want so long as it is a quote from a movie..The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Supernatural, the Impala (+any), "Nobody puts Baby in the corner."
+ Hannibal (TV), any, "We all go a little mad sometimes."
+ Revolution/Supernatural, Lucifer!Jeremy +or/ any, "The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist."
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Have fun!
tag=moviequotes
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Date: 2013-05-14 06:11 am (UTC)not a fill but
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Date: 2013-05-14 06:17 am (UTC)No fill (yet)
Date: 2013-05-14 02:21 pm (UTC)Re: No fill (yet)
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Date: 2013-05-14 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-05-14 06:31 am (UTC)Fill: The Difference Between Humans and Angels
Date: 2013-05-15 12:36 am (UTC)But it wasn’t until Dean ran into an old high school teacher while Cas was with him that he truly understood the bone deep difference between humans and angels. Dean had been hustling some money out of the local boys down at the only bar in town, with Cas looking on in faint disapproval, when his old teacher had stepped in and recognized him. He’d taken one look at Dean, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket, gleefully counting the money he’d made, and had his judgment ready.
“I always knew you’d never amount to anything but being a no-good punk. You never had the brains for anything else.”
Dean hadn’t said anything, just walked out with Cas by his side. On the ride back to the motel, Cas had done that weird looking into his soul thing – or so it always seemed to Dean, who didn’t like to admit that maybe Cas knew him well enough to see through his mask – and asked Dean why he was feeling hurt. Dean’s first instinct had been to deny it then tell the angel to drop it, but he knew that Sammy would take one look at him and ask the same thing. And Sammy was like a dog with a bone when it came to those things. Better to talk to Cas, where he had half a hope of leaving something out.
“That guy’s comment just got to me. Sammy was always the smart one, but I ain’t dumb. I know stuff, okay, I just don’t think everything there’s to learn can be found in books.”
And Cas, he hadn’t understood, at all. He hadn’t understood that it wasn’t the big things that hurt Dean – it wasn’t Sammy leaving, because he understood, it wasn’t his Dad hunting the demon that killed his Mom alone, because he understood that too. It wasn’t being called a punk, or a criminal, or anything similar, because in a way it was true. But being called dumb, always with that slight pitying tone of voice, that got to him like nothing else ever did.
Any human would have understood that sometimes a single word said in the wrong tone could hurt more than a whole tirade full of insults. The angel didn’t understand, as he was used to thinking in big events and swooping timelines covering centuries. And that was the fundamental difference between humans and angels. Somehow, Dean thought humans had gotten the better end of the deal.
Author's note: I cannot remember the last time I wrote SPN, but your quote really inspired me!
Re: Fill: The Difference Between Humans and Angels
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:13 am (UTC)Fill 1/2: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler
Date: 2016-12-13 08:29 pm (UTC)Casey was cowering on the bleachers like he had done for years when he tried to stay out of the way of the jocks during lunch break; usually, they had found him anyway and had used him as a punching ball. Some months ago Mary Beth had changed everything. The night where Aliens had tried to take over the world and Casey had turned into a hero. He had killed the alien queen and had saved most of the others at school.
Suddenly everyone wanted to be his best friend; Delilah had kissed him and told everyone that he was the boy she loved; the media crowded around his home in the hope to get one more pic or even an interview by him; his parents send him from one shrink to the other because they were sure that he finally had lost his sanity ...
Casey squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn't they understand that all he wanted was to be left alone? He didn't feel like a hero. He felt confused and scared. More alone than ever before. And guilty, for killing an intelligent, desperate creature. She hadn't been a monster; he knew this, he had shared her thoughts and feelings for a split of a second, when she had thrown her spawn at him in the moment she realized it was over. The hopeless try to save at least her children but when her life faded away her descendants died with her.
„Hey, geek boy. What's going on?“
Casey swallowed. Zeke! Maybe he was just hallucinating. The last time he had seen him had been in his garage, during the alien incident. When everything was over it was as if Zeke had vanished into thin air; the house of the Tyler's was empty. The GTO was gone. He didn't show up at school or elsewhere. There were rumors that he had left Herrington behind forever. Forever …
„Case?“
Hesitating he opened his eyes and glanced at the tall guy in front of him; he was still looking like before, tight jeans, long sleeved shirt, the hair a bit too long and obviously cut by himself. And he smiled, how could he still smile after all that had happened? Then Casey noticed the dark glimmer in his eyes, a glimmer he had never noticed before.
„You are back,“ he said.
„Actually not.“
Zeke shook his head.
„I won't stay. But I had the feeling that you need me.“
„I don't need you. Not anymore.“
Zeke dropped down onto the wooden bench beside Casey.
„I'm sorry.“
Casey turned his head and stared at him with deep blue eyes.
„Sorry for what? For running away? For just moving on and leaving me behind? Don't worry, Zeke, I don't blame you. Whatever happened between us during this night, it was just the desperate try to hold on to life. Best you could do was to forget it and move on.“
Without any sound suddenly tears run over his face, his body started to tremble all over. Once again he wished he would have acted differently, back then, under the bleachers. What, if he had just let it happen, that Mary Beth took him over? Could it be worse than his momentary life?
When he felt Zeke's arms around him, he tried to fight him. No, he didn't want this, too much nearness and it brought back the memories. In this night, when Mary Beth had tried to take over the word, Zeke had held him in his arms, too, while he made love with him. Desperately they had been clinging to each other, a wild ride up to a climax which had almost made Casey faint. But instead of giving in into the aftermath he just did stand up and grabbed for the last pens of scat on the lab table.
Stokely's words still in his head.
„The only way to stop the aliens is to kill the queen. The scat should dehydrate her body and without water, they seem to be non-viable.“
Zeke hadn't even made the try to protest when he left the garage to go back to school.
Go to part 2
Fill 2/2: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:16 am (UTC)You Hurt me at Goodbye,
But,You Lost me the day you didn't look back.
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:34 am (UTC)‒ Your best friend is suing you for six hundred million dollars.
‒ (Shawn) I didn't know that. Tell me more.
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:36 am (UTC)‒ (Gus) He's not a god.
‒ (Shawn) Then what is he?
‒ (Gus) He's twenty-five minutes late.
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:44 am (UTC)‒ (Tamaki) I need my CFO.
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:49 am (UTC)‒ (Lassie) Seriously. What the hell's 'the chicken'?
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Date: 2013-05-14 07:51 am (UTC)‒ The next thing I knew, I was being accused of forced cannibalism.
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Date: 2013-05-14 11:10 am (UTC)Fill: Mag7, Chris/Ezra, "Well, you're a romantic bastard, I'll give you that."
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Date: 2013-05-14 11:11 am (UTC)Mag 7, Chris/Ezra, "I wish I knew how to quit you."
Date: 2013-09-03 02:53 am (UTC)The problem was that sometimes they fought. Real fights, real hurtful words, hurled at each other behind closed doors until it seemed like there wasn’t anything left worth salvaging… the kind of fights where even the make-up sex felt like they were still fighting.
It always made Chris feel like his world had been turned on its head, to know that he and Ezra had been trading these barbs, sharp and vicious, until he was bleeding and dizzy from unseen wounds. And he was sure that the pained look in Ezra’s brilliant green eyes meant he felt the same.
But the way those fights made him ache inside was enough for him to know that, despite the cutting words they flung at each other, he couldn’t walk away, couldn’t let Ezra walk away. They were too much bound up in each other for that.
The argument they’d been ramping up for all day was particularly draining, and Chris slumped onto Ezra’s featherbed, elbows on his knees. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” he muttered, more to the carpet than to Ezra.
The shocked silence made him glance up again, and he saw Ezra staring at him, eyes wide, and with such an expression of unfeigned disbelief and… hurt that Chris felt his heart twist at the sight.
Ezra swallowed, and Chris watched him try to pull himself together and fail. He sank down next to Chris on the bed, twisting to face him. “I… do you mean that?” he asked, voice low.
Chris sighed, and leaned forward to rest his brow against Ezra’s. “No,” he said. “I’ve never quit a damn thing in my life, and I ain’t about to start with you.”
After a moment, Ezra’s fingers threaded hesitantly through his hair to curl around his nape. “Good,” he whispered. “Good.”
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September 2, 2013
Hope this suits, and sorry it took so long for inspiration to strike!
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