Tuesday - Quote a Movie!
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evil_little_dog. Today's theme is Movie Quotes. Your prompts should include a quote from a movie (not movie titles, not song lyrics, but the actual 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...
Any, Any+any, "Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn." (Better Off Dead)
In Plain Sight, Mary+/Marshall, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." (The Princess Bride)
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+Any, "He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality" (Jurassic Park)
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evil_little_dog. Today's theme is Movie Quotes. Your prompts should include a quote from a movie (not movie titles, not song lyrics, but the actual 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...
Any, Any+any, "Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn." (Better Off Dead)
In Plain Sight, Mary+/Marshall, "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means." (The Princess Bride)
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward+Any, "He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality" (Jurassic Park)
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
tag=Movie Quotes
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Date: 2013-07-23 11:30 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2013-07-23 06:33 pm (UTC)Yes, they had actually kissed before. Quick tentative pecks after dates, as Carlos rushed off to do scientific things and save the town or Cecil hurried off to begin the nightly broadcast.
And yes, they were drenched in purple slime. It was seeping into Cecil’s shoes and sizzling as it was hit by the sunlight.
As Cecil and Carlos stood side by side, watching the Sheriff’s Secret Police cordon off the smoking crater that had been the newly opened Panera Bread storefront, they glanced at each other, looked away quickly, then, awkwardly and blushing, had reached out to each other and begun to hold hands. Old Woman Josie shuffled off muttering about having to buy bagels for Erika somewhere else. A press conference started up as the Mayor insisted that there had never been a Panera Bread store to begin with, and that wheat and wheat-by-products were still very much illegal.
Carlos turned to face Cecil, and Cecil turned to face Carlos. Usually Cecil always knew what to say, on the show at least, but when faced with Carlos and his perfect hair and beautiful face, he was tongue-tied.
Carlos leaned forward, his free hand reaching and tangling in Cecil’s hair, gently but insistently pulling him into a kiss.
This was not the rushed, frantic kisses they’d had before, or the soft but loving pecks as one or the other rushed off to their respective duties.
No, this was a deep, luxuriating kiss, exploring each other’s mouths with a rush of hot excitement, tongues writhing and teeth clacking as they licked and bit and laughed, sharing breath and saliva and, because this was Night Vale after all, likely flakes of their respective souls.
Nothing could compare to this, not Cecil’s half-remembered traveling companion in Svitz, not the fellow graduate students Carlos had spend “study sessions” with late into the night. This was one of history’s most passionate, most pure, kisses.
The revelation that their combined heat and the purple slime had caused them to become stuck together, and it was only the intervention of a nearby citizen and his garden fire hose that could peel the two apart, only served to make the evening more memorable than it already had been.
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Date: 2013-07-23 11:30 am (UTC)Captain America 2 -- spoilers, PG
Date: 2014-05-16 02:32 pm (UTC)(Warnings: pov from a depressed, somewhat suicidal person
Captain America 2, Winter Soldier)
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The stars have yet to change, when he can see them. At first, that is all he can remember -- looking up at the night sky, counting the stars. Giving them new names, new stories, the sickly boy who became a beyond-healthy man listening, curled up next to him.
He leaves the city for the quiet, and he lays out at night, and he watches the stars. He eats when he can, drinks water from streams and ponds, avoids people. His not-arm isn't doing too well, but he doesn't care. It's not a part of him. It's a part of them, and while he thinks, sometimes, that he should rip them to pieces, burn them into ashes, crush them to dust... most of the time, he just wants to sleep or watch the stars.
He is so tired. So tired. He doesn't -- he doesn't have the words for the feelings, still isn't quite sure what feelings are, but whenever he looks up at the night sky, it calms him.
There are people looking for him, either to help or to harm (or to reclaim, to unmake, but he will die before he lets that happen again), but no one is looking out in the quiet, in the woods.
He is hungry, and he is tired, and he hopes, sometimes, whenever he falls into restless dreams, that he just won't wake up.
But he always wakes up.
Re: Captain America 2 -- spoilers, PG
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Date: 2013-07-23 11:31 am (UTC)"No, I didn't. I only let her die." (Merlin)
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Date: 2013-07-23 11:58 am (UTC)Not a Fill (I haven't seen this show, though I want to)
Date: 2013-07-23 03:17 pm (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: Not a Fill (I haven't seen this show, though I want to)
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Date: 2013-07-23 01:32 pm (UTC)Fill: Merlin, Broken Vow
Date: 2013-07-24 01:53 am (UTC)Lancelot wonders for the thousandth time if he will be put to the blade for even daring to look at her, as he knows what the king is thinking. He knows what Arthur feels for the lady, for he feels it too.
And then there's Arthur himself - Lancelot shakes his head, his sword hand tired even though he won't admit it. Gwaine is coming at him as he raises his eyes, and despite the worry, despite the fact he's been thinking awful, sinful thoughts, he allows their blades to connect and within the space of a heartbeat he's got the other knight on his back and in the dirt. Gwaine spits curses good-naturedly and allows Lancelot to heft him to his feet, shaking his hand, laughing and clapping him on the back. Merlin approaches them, handing Gwaine a sheath for his sword and when the other knight departs, turns to Lancelot and cocks his head.
"You seem distracted, Lancelot."
Lancelot bites the inside of his cheek and rests gloved hands on his mail-covered hips. "Not at all, Merlin. Can I help you with something?" He realizes his reply is short and biting, and he wouldn't hurt his friend for all the world, but he can't - not today. Not when the lady in question and in his thoughts keeps appearing and reappearing, with drinks and things for Arthur and the knights and he knows she's doing it on purpose, and he's angry suddenly.
"Your face is red."
"I'm hot." He slams his sword into its scabbard and turns his back on Merlin, the sun blinding him so he can't see Guinevere speaking to Arthur, the smile on her face a wide, real smile, and he strides from the grounds, heading toward the castle proper, even as Arthur calls to him, the love in the king's voice an aching scrape of blood filled damage. Lancelot pushes the door open, and shoves past Gaius, ignoring the old physician, and when he finds his rooms, he locks the door for the first time ever, and flings his sword to the ground, ripping his mail off, hair catching in it, painful and eye-watering.
A knock at his door. He sits on his bed in his sweaty tunic and trousers and boots and using his teeth, opens the bottle of wine next to him and swigs from it, even as the knock comes again. The rooms are gorgeous and large and he doesn't deserve them, no matter how good a knight he is, no matter how loyal he is to the king and to Camelot and damnable Merlin sticks his head in the door, sidling inside, closing it behind him.
"Merlin!" Lancelot's shout is fearsome and full of the heat the wine has provided. "I know what you can do. Don't do it to me, if you have any respect for me, please." He drinks more and then slumps, sitting the bottle down.
"I am worried about you," Merlin says, the yellow dying out of his eyes. "I know what you're thinking." He sits next to Lancelot on the bed. His slender body is slight compared to the physical strength Lancelot possesses, but the knight knows Merlin could kill him with a thought. "I am sorry."
"She belongs with Arthur," Lancelot says. "They are right together."
"I know," Merlin starts slowly, "I know how hard it must be for you. She is - " he stops, hesitating, winding his long fingers together.
"She is Guinevere," Lancelot finishes simply. He stands. "Merlin, I am not worthy of the love you show me. I am thankful for it all the same." He rolls his lips inward and turns his back on the younger man. "Please leave me alone."
Merlin rises as well and for once doesn't try to argue or fight. He slips out of Lancelot's rooms as quickly and quietly as he'd come, and Lancelot stands and watches the door until another knock comes and he answers and it's Arthur and he smiles and touches the king's shoulder and follows him to dinner and does not look at the one thing in Arthur's kingdom he cannot have.
Re: Fill: Merlin, Broken Vow
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Date: 2013-07-23 01:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-07-23 02:02 pm (UTC)(Gone with the Wind)
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Date: 2013-07-23 02:06 pm (UTC)(The sixth sense)
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Date: 2013-07-23 02:07 pm (UTC)(A Streetcar named Desire)