Dydd Iau: Misheard Song Lyrics

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Good morning! I'm evil_little_dog here with Thursday's theme: Misheard Song Lyrics! Did you ever mangle a song lyric? And when you found out what the words actually were, you couldn't believe it? Yeah, this is that kind of theme.

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Frasier Crane+Niles Crane, All those Starbucks lovers

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony Stark+Any, I've got a thick skin and an electric car

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tales/Original, Any, Come out tonight and fight by the light of the moon

Fill: OCs

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

She was waiting for him at the edge of the high school parking lot near the woods. She'd heard he lived on the trailer park on the other side of the woods and usually walked to school through the woods, which might have explained his dirty, leaf-ridden appearance at school most days. He was a freak, and everyone had laughed when he'd finally answered back to her observations in the cafeteria, challenged her to a fight. He was a skinny kid, and she was the captain of the women's soccer team for a reason. He looked like a jerk for challenging her to a fight, and he would look even more pathetic once she'd taken him down. Not that she didn't have the varsity boys' soccer squad waiting in the shadows in case things went sideways.

"Tobias!" She peered at her watch; in the dimness it was hard to read. "It's me, Scarlet. It's time for our little showdown. Or are you too afraid to take on the girl you've been creepily stalking all semester?" Wasn't it supposed to be a full moon tonight? But the sky was cloudy.

"Scarlet."

At the sound of her name, she jumped.

Tobias stepped out of the trees. "I wanted to have a civil discussion, once and for all, about the fact that I'm not stalking you. I asked you to a dance. You turned me down. I accepted pretty gracefully, all things being considered, and then you sicced the boys' soccer team on me, and since then, my life has been hell." In the shadows the boy who usually looked pale and drawn looked ghostly and menacing. His dark eyes looked sunken, like empty sockets on a beached white skull, and his dark hair was as messy and leaf-ridden as ever. "I'm not here to fight you."

Scarlet lifted her chin. The boys had told her about all the filthy things Tobias had said in the locker room, about the things he wanted to do to her in revenge for her turning him down and breaking his heart. "Then why are you here?"

"You're bait," he said. "I'm after your friends."

"What friends?" Scarlet asked, but she darted a glance toward the dumpster the boys were hiding behind.

The clouds parted, and silver light flooded the parking lot. Tobias was naked.

"What the hell?" Scarlet backed up a step. "What are you doing? Where are you clothes?" She fumbled for her cell phone. She had to call the cops. He was psycho.

Tobias shrugged, and he was curiously unashamed of his nakedness. "Not worth wasting good clothes on that pack of dogs you call friends."

"What do you mean?" Scarlet asked.

Tobias lunged at her. She screamed and fell back. When she hit the ground, a massive slavering wolf landed on top of her. She curled up, tensed, expecting snarling teeth tearing into her at any moment, but then the wolf was gone, bounding toward the dumpster, and then there were screams.

Scarlet ran.

The next day, the police found a dozen corpses torn apart by a wolf, and Scarlet's soccer team hoodie.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, You don't have to live in a rocking chair

FILL: SPN, Sam/Dean, Hurt/Comfort

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

They’ve hunted werewolves, ghosts, and demons. They have been thrown through glass windows, and tossed around like rag-dolls. Injures where part of the gig, everyday hazards, but Sam never thought it would be a car accident that would nearly take his brother away from him.

Dean lingers in a coma for a week, only getting worse with each passing day. Sam is at his wits end. He has yelled at Dad, cursed the old man because John hasn’t found a hoodoo priest and laid some mojo on Dean, hasn’t called a soul for help. John only stood by and watched his oldest boy slip away with every ragged breath Dean takes.

Sam lingers nearby; he would go to Dean's hospital room and sit with him. In the rocking chair, he savors the moments he has with Dean, unsure if they may be the last moments he has with his big brother.

Some days he would not say a word, would just hold his big brother's hand and hope Dean could feel his love and friendship and would come back to him. Other days, Sam would sing to Dean. Classic rock, a mix of his big brother’s favorite hits, and even though he doesn’t know all the words to the song, he is not a rock God like Dean, he hums and doesn’t give up hope. Dean was his whole world, and Sam would never give up.

‘Please, please wake up.’

“Wake up…wake up, Dean. C’mon, wake up. You’re havin’ a bad dream.”

Dean jerks awake, shaking and crying. He’s sweating and his breathing is choppy and shallow as wet tears roll down his cheeks. A soothing hand brushes through his hair as he blinks frantically, trying to clear away the last of the nightmare that ravishes his mind. Sam presses a kiss to the top of Dean's head and tightens his hold around him, giving him a loving embrace.

‘Please, please wake up.’

Confused, Dean looks at Sam. He hears the words again, but Sam's mouth didn't move.

‘Please, please wake up. Please, please wake up.’

“Sam, I am awake.” Dean reassures.

‘Please, please wake up. Please, please wake up.’ The phrase replays like a cycle and Dean is terrified because he can hear the words loud and clear, but Sam’s mouth isn’t moving. The younger brother is looking at him with tears in his eyes, crying softly. ‘Please, please wake up.’

“I am awake!” Dean screams. “I am awake! I’m awake!!”

But he’s not, though his mind tricks him into believing so. He is dying, his life-force draining away with each of his brother’s prayers. Outside Dean’s mind, in the real world, Sam sits beside his bedside, rocking back and forth, asking his brother to wake up. Dean takes a breath, trying to return to his body, but the darkness comes for him and takes him away while Sam pleads “Please, Dean…please wake up.”

One night while visiting Dean, Sam squeezed his hand, and whispered into his ear, “I love you.” Dean doesn’t wake up, but his heart monitor skips a beat. A soft smile comes to Sam's and then and there, as he sits in the rocking chair, he makes himself a promise. No matter how long it takes, every day Sam will whisper “I love you” to Dean, in hopes that his brother could hear him and that he might come back to him.

♥ END ♥

[sapphire2309]

any, any, plastic shadows from the fight

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, anypair, I wear goggles when you're not here*





It took fifteen years to finally get the right lyrics, and damn, My world crumbles when you're not here just doesn't mean the same thing to me :P)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Martin Crane + Niles Crane + Frasier Crane, It's too late to order fries

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any Sci-Fi, any, there's nothing that a hundred men on Mars could ever do

Fill: SGA/SG-1, Evan Lorne, Daniel Jackson

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As soon as the guards were out of ear-shot, Lorne fumbled in his tac vest - and came up with his cell phone.

Daniel stared at him. "How the hell did you manage to keep that?"

"It's not like cell service works on this planet," Lorne said. He turned the phone toward Daniel and showed him the photo on the lock screen. "My sister and my niece and nephew. I told them it was an image capture device of my family, and they let me keep it. We're not hardened criminals, you know. We didn't kill anybody."

"We just happened to wander through a matriarchal planet with our faces uncovered and our seductive blue eyes on display," Daniel grumbled.

"We have about four hours before the SGC notices we're overdue," Lorne said. He unlocked his phone and thumbed through the apps.

Daniel closed his eyes and tipped his head back against the wall. "Don't tell me you're going to play Candy Crush the entire time." The cell was stone, with metal bars, a deceptively tricky lock, and some straw strewn about for their comfort.

"No. Want to watch a movie?"

"No, I want to at least be allowed to speak to the SGC so they know not to send Mitchell through the gate after us, or to at least know to cover his face. Sheppard's too," Daniel said. "McKay has blue eyes, but I don't know if his face warrants covering."

"You heard the ladies," Lorne said. "He's a man. Every man's face warrants covering. You never know when a woman is going to be overcome by temptation."

"Those were some strong-looking women," Daniel admitted. He glanced at Lorne. "I'm guessing this isn't how you expected to spend your time back on Earth?"

"I'm not expecting to be allowed back to Atlantis any time soon." Lorne shrugged, but his tone was rueful. "Oh, hey, I've been saving a bunch of awful movies to play in the background while I sculpt. Check this out - it's called Escape from Mars." He angled his phone toward Daniel to see.

"What's it about?"

"Life on Mars, and some astronauts getting stuck there and nearly dying trying to escape," Lorne said.

Daniel raised his eyebrows. "And that's different from our day jobs how?"

"We never go to Mars," Lorne said.

Daniel huffed, amused but Lorne's seemingly genuine disappointment about this fact. "Pretty sure not even a hundred of the prettiest men in the world could make me watch the movie."

There was a pause. Then Lorne said, "You're a civilian, sir."

"Yes, which means you don't have to call me sir."

"Men, sir?"

"Yes."

"I heard you were married once."

"Yes, but primarily men."

"Ah."

"You worried about your safety, Major?"

"Not at all." Lorne smiled at him. "I have the first season of Farscape on here, you know."

Daniel was confused. "Isn't that a sci-fi show? How can you watch sci-fi anything when you basically live it?"

"The main protagonist of the show is John Crichton. His three powers are math, getting punched by women, and walking away from the camera." Lorne fired up a video, scrolled through to a certain scene, and let Daniel watch.

Daniel hadn't seen Jack in an awful long time. He cleared his throat. "Huh. That's some pretty good costume design on someone's part."

"Isn't it?"

"Not good enough for me to sit through scifi, though."

"Fair enough. Hey, want to watch a terrible documentary about Atlantis? We can yell at it together."

Daniel glanced at his watch. Three hours and fifty minutes till they were officially overdue for their check-in. "Sure."

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Spy, Rick Ford/Susan Cooper, It doesn't make a difference if we're naked or not

[dresmeinscarlet.livejournal.com]

ooc: not a fill. This one had me laughing  for a good 30 seconds solid. Thanks, I'll remember to sing this lyric next time!

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (except Supernatural), any/any, Should I give up or should I just keep chasing penguins

Fill: Father Ted, Ted/whisky

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Ted groaned. He knew he shouldn’t have left Dougal to his own devices in the store, but with Jack heading for the cleaning products department he hadn’t wanted to risk a repeat of the previous week’s difficulties. Then he’d failed to keep track of Jack and by the time he’d found him he was on his third bottle of Domestos and making some very lewd gestures at the security guard who had sought to eject him.

But maybe Ted could blame the store for having a wind-up toy promotion, for clearly several children had taken great delight in winding up the toys and now Dougal was surrounded by a sea of mechanical penguins which were running in circles round him. Every time one of the penguins ground to a halt Dougal would wind it up again. Ted started to collect the toys and return them to their boxes, until he realised a security guard, possibly the same one as the previous week’s, was glaring at him.

Ted grabbed Dougal and they legged it. His true love, in the form of Ireland’s finest in a bottle, was calling to him.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, Hey man, nice shirt!

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, the saddest distance between two points in a lie from me to you

Fill: Gundam Wing - Trowa Barton/Quatre Winner - Lips Don't Lie

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"I don't love you." Trowa's face was shuttered revealing nothing.

Quatre shook his head, anger and hurt radiating from him. "And I'm calling bullshit." His expression softening a little as he moved into Trowa's personal space. "I've seen the way you look at me. The way you touch me." With one hand he rubbed his chest as if it pained him. "I feel you."

Trowa stood his ground, arms crossed in a clearly defensive posture. "You see and feel what you want to."

"No." Quatre spit the word out as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "I see someone who is afraid. Afraid of loving and being loved. Afraid of taking a chance because he doesn't think he deserves it." Stepping closer so that he was almost nose to nose with Trowa he let his voice drop and smooth out. "I'm scared too. But not enough to give up on us. On you."

In one smooth motion he surged up, his lips covering Trowa's, curving into a smile when Trowa made a small, helpless sound, then clutched Quatre as if he was incapable of ever letting go.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis + Natasha Romanoff, she figures out they're dating when she realizes Steve sings the same wrong lyrics that Darcy does

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, Take your pants off / and make it happen

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (Comics), Any Robin/Any, Excuse me, While I kiss this guy

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Quantum and Woody (Comics), Eric Henderson/Woody Henderson, It doesn't matter if we're naked or not!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Daredevil (TV), Matt Murdock +/ Wilson Fisk,

We didn't start the fire!
It was always burning,
Said the worst attorney!

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Ant-Man (2015), Scott Lang/Hank Pym, the ants are my friends, and they're blowing in the wind

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, She don't long for my wicked ways

Fill: SGA/Dollhouse/First Monday

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

While Rodney had often been one to complain about not having enough marines to protect him on a mission, he did think that being surrounded by an entire platoon of them - all hand-picked SGC veterans - as he and the rest of AR-1 walked through the halls of Congress was a tad excessive. Of course, he also wanted to be anywhere but about to testify in front of a senate committee for hours, so maybe the marines weren't really the source of his grouchiness. Teyla was wearing traditional Athosian clothes, while Ronon had been bullied into the suit he'd worn when he came to earth to help hunt for Jeannie. And Sheppard looked unfairly heroic in his dress uniform (although he also looked a little sullen at being forced to have a regulation hair cut to go with it).

He also looked a little apprehensive about being back in Washington. Rodney wondered if it was because Nancy had worked there for so many years, or because he had awful memories of the DC Dollhouse.

And then a man called out, "I don't believe my eyes. Is it Mad Dog Julian Lodge?"

Sheppard paused, and all of the marines paused with him.

A man and a woman in suits stood on the edge of the phalanx of marines.

"I do believe it is Diablo himself," Sheppard said, and the man smiled. Sheppard nodded at them. "Jerry. Ellie. Miss my wicked ways?" Sheppard smirked, and the expression was unlike anything Rodney had ever seen.

Ellie laughed and rolled her eyes. "Hardly, Julian."

Sheppard inclined his head politely. "Not surprised. Although these days I go by Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard."

Jerry laughed, but he sounded a little dazed. "Almost didn't recognize you without your little bow tie. Miguel always swore you were a robot."

"Not a robot," Sheppard said patiently, "but what amounts to a programmable human."

"I knew you weren't smarter than me," Jerry said, and he sounded like he was joking, but he still looked nervous.

"It's all true, then?" Ellie asked. "All of it? The aliens and the wormholes and the...the dolls?""

"If you want to find out, you can always sit in on the senate hearing," Sheppard said. "Also, we were never dolls. They never called us dolls. When we were blank, we were in the 'doll state', but the technical term is 'active'."

Rodney blinked, surprised. Sheppard rarely cared for linguistic accuracy unless he was trying to win a stupid debate, like Batman versus Superman and the definition of "hero".

Ellie and Jerry actually smiled, like Sheppard's behavior was familiar, reassuring.

One of the marines cleared his throat. "Sir, they're expecting us."

Ellie and Jerry looked discomfited at Sheppard being addressed as 'sir', but he nodded.

"Sorry," he said. "Maybe we can catch up after I'm done testifying."

"Maybe," Ellie agreed. She waved.
"'Bye, Julian."

He saluted her, then started forward in time with the marines. Rodney scrambled to keep up. Sheppard had mentioned one of his imprints had been a law clerk, but he hadn't said where, or for whom. Before the entire parade rounded the corner, Rodney glanced over his shoulder. Jerry was gone, but Ellie was watching them leave, and she looked a little broken-hearted.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, I'm not talking 'bout the linens

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Blossom my love

FILL: J2, fluff (G)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Their little cottage in the woods was a glimmer of goodness; it was cozy and warm, and gloriously filled with love and happiness. Even the lingering exhaustion of long days on set was made purely good by the way Jensen nuzzles his neck sweetly and whispers ‘beautiful,’ ‘perfect’, ‘love you, sweetheart,’ brushing gentle hands through Jared's long hair and cuddling him while they share tender kisses.

Jensen is devoted to marking Jared with loving caresses, kissing his soft lips and his rosy cheeks, his forehead, brushes butterfly kisses softly to each of his eyelids, praises Jared with warm, affectionate words. The younger man feels his heart swell with the endearments, and everything in his life felt heavenly, pure and beautiful, loving.

Even when times were not so good, when Jared's depression got the best of him, Jensen was there for him with a hug and a heart filled with love. One night, as Jared lay in bed crying, feeling alone in the great big world and believing he didn’t fit in anywhere, Jensen slid into bed with him and cuddled with him, kissing away the tears and promising to always love Jared, to never part from his side for the rest of his life. Jensen kisses Jared's forehead, giving him a fond squeeze. The hug was of love and comfort, home and friendship, and Jensen smelt sweet like vanilla cookies hot from the oven.

That night as they all lay together, wrapped up in each other’s arms, feeling loved and warm, the soul-mates shared sweet touches and loving kisses. Jared knew then that there was a reason to smile; he had the love of his life by his side, and a home, sweet, home full of everlasting love.

The next morning when Jensen wobbles into the kitchen still half asleep, looking charmingly cute with his spiky hair a mess, his glasses riding low on the bridge of his nose and his freckle cheeks rosy, Jared grins fondly. His boyfriend makes a kissy face at him, even as Jensen heads right for the coffee pot.

“How d’ya like your eggs this morning?” Jared asks, snickering fondly, to which Jensen mumbles adorably, “Scrambled, with a side of kisses.”

Jared beams delightfully, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, his dimple pop out in full force. He loves the silly shmoopy-sweet joke they share. Jensen’s insatiable for Jared’s kisses because the young man is the kissing King. It could be a slow and loving kiss or a hot and passionate caress—it doesn’t matter what type of caress it is, every single touch of Jared’s lips makes Jensen’s heart sore with love and makes little joyfully butterflies flutter in his belly.

Jared walks over to Jensen and snatches the coffee cup out of his boyfriend’s hands as he’s about to take a sip, and he kisses the pout off Jensen’s sweet lips. This morning, Jared’s kisses are soft and tender, and Jensen hums happily as he receives every loving caress. Even though he has been denied his caffeine goodness Jensen doesn’t care. He will happily take kisses over coffee any morning.

(END)

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

any, any, dressed up like a douche you know the rumor in the night

[impala-chick.livejournal.com]

Not a fill, but I sang those lyrics too for the longest time too! :D

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Agents of Shield, Melinda May, See that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen

Fill: Agents of Shield - Melinda May - Undercover Angel

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

May spun, kicking as she did. Her foot made contact and a Hydra agent went down, his nose broken and bleeding. She barely registered it as she ducked a punch. Kicking out she heard a snap and a scream as another of her attackers fell, his knee collapsing under him.

She felt a small pang of regret at crippling him. The dance they had shared, was fun and he was certainly skilled. Or had been. Now, he was just one less Hydra agent she had to get through to extract Coulson, Fitz and Simmons.

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Did you know that there's a word for misheard song lyrics? They're called mondegreens (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mondegreen).

Any fandom with ghosts, any +/any, ghost man so close to me

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney McKay, The algebra has a devil for a sidekick eeeeeeeeee....

Fill: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Brought you some food." Sheppard levered a plate onto the work bench in the only clear space Rodney had left. "Zelenka said you hadn't eaten in a while."

Sheppard was being diplomatic. He probably meant Zelenka had stormed past him cursing in Czech and when asked what the matter was, had thrown his hands up and shouted "Rodney!" before storming off again.

"Thanks." Rodney reached for the sandwich and took a bite. After five years, he'd stopped checking the food Sheppard brought him for any hint of citrus.

"What's got you so bent out of shape?"

"Just taking a stab at that math I was working on while I was on my way to Ascension." Rodney rubbed at his temples. He'd had a headache plaguing him all afternoon. It was admittedly receding now that he was eating food.

"How's it going?"

"You passed the test for MENSA, right?"

"Yes."

Rodney turned the laptop toward Sheppard so he could see the screen. "Does any of it make sense to you?"

"If it makes no sense to you, why would it make sense to me?"

Rodney sighed and pulled the laptop back to himself. "Right. It's like the song. The algebra has a devil for a sidekick. Know any exorcists?"

"No, but Major Lorne might." Then Sheppard frowned. "What song? I don't know any songs that reference algebra, let alone algebra in conjunction with the devil. Is it a Rush song?"

"Not everyone who's Canadian adores Rush," Rodney snapped. "And it's, you know, I can't remember the name of the band." But he began to hum.

Sheppard burst out laughing. "Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen? The line is 'Beelzebub has a devil set aside for me'."

"No it's not," Rodney said.

"Oh yeah? Bet you a month's pay it is."

"Do you make more than Daniel Jackson?"

Sheppard arched an eyebrow at him but tapped on his radio. "Banks, patch me through to, oh, any self-respecting marine."

That was how, ten minutes later. Woolsey walked into the lab and found half a dozen marines, Sheppard, Rodney, a good chunk of the English-speaking science staff, and Major Lorne on the phone with his sister asking her to look through the liner notes of his Best of Queen CD. The marines kept singing, trying variations of the disputed line out on each other (even though some of the younger marines had fired up their smartphones and the song had been listened to already).

"What is going on here?" Woolsey demanded. "The IOA is on the way and my city's discipline is in shambles!"

Rodney snatched a marine's smart phone and thrust it at Woolsey, pressed play on the song. "You used to be a lawyer. We need you to arbitrate a dispute."