Easter Writings
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How to play:
1. Pick a fandom offered: CSI, LotR, Babylon 5, X-Files, Harry Potter (I know a few more, but I'll restrict it to those because I'm mean).
2. Choose a pairing or characters, and one more specific if you'd like. Examples: Grissom and Sara plant a tree or Kosh talks to a fluffy bunny about coffee.
I am willing to do slash, and any genre within reason. Crossovers are also cool.
3. You can also pick a Wild Card- choose a fandom and I will write a drabble that combines it with one of your interests listed on your LJ profile.
I will bust out a drabble somewhere between 75-150 words for you.
Consider it an Easter egg.
As I'm writing East of the Sun, West of the Moon, I'm constantly on the lookout for good lyrics to start chapters with. So - hit me with some of your favourites, or some you'd think be appropriate or some that just comes to mind for certain characters if you know the fandom. And for Grissom chapters, I use poetry, so feel free to hit me with that, too. *offers much love and gratitude and tub-sharing*
velocityofsoundHow to play:
1. Pick a fandom offered: CSI, LotR, Babylon 5, X-Files, Harry Potter (I know a few more, but I'll restrict it to those because I'm mean).
2. Choose a pairing or characters, and one more specific if you'd like. Examples: Grissom and Sara plant a tree or Kosh talks to a fluffy bunny about coffee.
I am willing to do slash, and any genre within reason. Crossovers are also cool.
3. You can also pick a Wild Card- choose a fandom and I will write a drabble that combines it with one of your interests listed on your LJ profile.
I will bust out a drabble somewhere between 75-150 words for you.
Consider it an Easter egg.
As I'm writing East of the Sun, West of the Moon, I'm constantly on the lookout for good lyrics to start chapters with. So - hit me with some of your favourites, or some you'd think be appropriate or some that just comes to mind for certain characters if you know the fandom. And for Grissom chapters, I use poetry, so feel free to hit me with that, too. *offers much love and gratitude and tub-sharing*
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Lyrics...
Date: 2005-03-27 04:59 am (UTC)I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
--Dashboard Confessional, Hands Down
You take me everywhere that I've never been and
Show me the meaning of what life had to give and
I don't know what to say, I think that maybe
I'm in over my head
Lyin in her bed
Somethin she said
Makes me think that I'm in over my head
--Lit, Over My Head
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
--Alanis Morrisette, Head Over Feet
Once I used to believe
I was such a great romancer
Then I came home to a woman
That I could not recognize
When I pressed her for a reason
She refused to even answer
It was then I felt the stranger
Kick me right between the eyes
--Billy Joel, The Stranger
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way
--Meredith Brooks, Bitch
Down here in the atmosphere
Garbage and city lights
You've gone to save your tired soul
You've gone to save our lives
--Our Lady Peace, Somewhere Out There
Sometimes I feel
Like I am drunk behind the wheel
The wheel of possibility
However it may roll
Give it a spin
See if you can somehow factor in
You know there's always more than one way
To say exactly what you mean to say
--Fastball, Out of my Head
And for the Easter Egg...a Wild Card, please. And for the fandom... Harry Potter/X-Files crossover.
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Date: 2005-03-27 05:36 am (UTC)“Mulder?”
“Yes, Scully?”
“You do realise wizards are something out of books?”
“Books sometimes tell the truth, Scully.”
Dana Scully merely shook her head and watch her partner shift through another box of packed belongings. Sometimes, she really did wonder why she went along with these cases.
“Mulder, the woman died of a fall off her balcony. There's nothing here.”
“The neighbours said she had been seen flying last night.”
“Mulder, some of her neighbours wears cloaks.”
“Your point being...?” Mulder said idly, then pulled out a book. “Hmm. Hogwarts: A History. What's...”
The spell was blinding and both froze, blinking stupidly at the two entered gentlemen, who both sighed.
“How many times have we obliverated these two now?”
“Fifteen?”
The American Ministry of Magic official sighed. “We have to stop meeting like this, Mr. Mulder...”
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Date: 2005-03-27 05:00 am (UTC)150 words
Date: 2005-03-27 05:45 am (UTC)"And what do you think of Fangorn, my friend?"
Gimli had been expecting the question. It had been in the air since they had started walking, the Elf and Dwarf side by side in a forest of life. He had considered his first thought, that forests were gems to Dwares. He had considered merely teasing. But what came to him seemed a deeper truth, and he could not keep the words off his lips.
"Through your eyes, it is beautiful," he replied and met the Elf's gaze.
'And through my gaze, so are you,' he thought, but did not say. It would be time for that later. For now, the calm night was all around and the Elf's eyes were brighter than the stars.
Pardon the length
Date: 2005-03-27 06:33 am (UTC)And now some lyrics:
(Wherever You Will Go -- The Calling)
So lately, been wondering
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone you'll need love to light the shadows on your face
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
Then between the sand and stone could you make it on your own.
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go
And maybe, I'll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
I hope there's someone out there
who can bring me back to you
(Collide -- Howie Day) (The entire song is ideal)
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
(Dare You To Move -- Switchfoot)
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
(A Decade Under The Influence -- Taking Back Sunday)
Sad, small, sweet, so delicate
We used to be this dying breed
Well I've got a bad feeling about this
I've got a bad feeling about this
You kept still until the long drive home,
You slept safe and close to the window.
Well, I've got a bad feeling about this
I've got a bad feeling about...
Who's to say you'll have to go (I could go all night)
Well say you'll have to go (I could go all...)
To hell with you and all your friends
To hell with you and all your friends, it's on
Sad, small, sure and porecelian
You're skin and bones, I'm a nervous wreck
Well I've got a bad feeling about this (when it comes to this)
I've got a bad feeling about this
(She Will Be Loved -- Maroon 5)
...
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
...
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Hope you enjoy
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:04 am (UTC)Thanks for the lyrics, I saved them. I think I will definitely use a bit of them... Lovely.
And the drabble...
Sometimes, he worries he is losing her.
Voldemort's death has not ended the darkness and she is deep in the fight, side-by-side with Harry, who is grim and silent and laughs only when he he cries. Hermione is a light to Harry and Ron does understand, does know Harry needs a light in the abyss he walks.
But sometimes, when she sleeps exhausted next to him, he worries the abyss will claim her.
"I wish I was sixteen again, Ron," she murmurs into his chest every dawn when she wakes and the battle drums sound with the sun.
And every morning he kisses her as if he was sixteen again and has just noticed she is bright and warm and a mind to his heart.
He worries he is losing her and no kiss is forever.
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:35 am (UTC)And I am going to go quote-loco on your ass, but I want to pull a few things so I'll hit you later with a comment.
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:54 am (UTC)Your wild card, tada!
“No.”
Brass crossed his arms. “Yes.”
“No,” Grissom repeated.
“A bet's a bet,” Brass insisted. He knew he would win, but heckling Grissom on the road to acceptance of loss was half the fun. “You said Mr. Henry could not have died by his own hand. You bet on it. I collect.”
“That was not his own hand, that was his own wheelchair,” Grissom protested, then sighed. “Fine, fine. You may spank me.”
“No, no. Not me, remember?” Brass proclaimed happily and watched gleefully as Grissom grunted and headed for the rest room and its occupant.
“Warrick, spank me good.”
The younger CSI looked up with his eyebrows all the way to his hair.
Brass watched from a slight distance with his video camera discreetly hidden, smiling slightly as he wondered just how much Sara or Catherine would be willing to pay for the film...
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:05 am (UTC)2. Characters: Boromir and Legolas; lots of dialogue
3. Wild Card: Harry Potter
Yay for Easter eggs!
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-03-27 09:52 am (UTC)98 words
Date: 2005-03-27 10:16 am (UTC)Eldarion looked up at his father, eyes bright with starlight and expectation.
“Again?” Aragorn asked softly, smiling, but not surprised. The request came every week, as sure as the sun would rise and fall. And he honoured it every week, knowing Arwen would watch from the shadows and remember. He knew she had asked the same story of Elrond and he knew he was telling it to her as much as to their son.
One moment of loved childhood reborn.
“Once, there was great winged beasts in the air and men called them dragons...”
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:44 am (UTC)125 words
Date: 2005-03-28 03:24 am (UTC)“My Lord.”
“Lord Elrond,” Celeborn replied. “Why not King, Lord of Rivendell? The Elves would have followed you.”
“I did not desire to be King.”
“And now you desire my daughter.”
“Yes.”
“My daughter loves you. But through your union with her, you will one day suffer your greatest grief and pain.”
“I know,” Elrond said quietly. “I have Foreseen this doom to me, though I know not its shape. But still I love her.”
Celeborn closed his eyes. “Then you shall wed Celebrian, Lord of Rivendell and face your doom as I will face mine.”
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:49 am (UTC)In the cove,
there lies an oak,
and a golden chain is on that oak.
And day and night, a scholarly cat
walks all around the chain incircles.
He goes to the right and strikes up a song;
to the left, he tells a story.
~from Ruslan and Ludmilla, Aleksandr Pushkin
It seemed more profound before I translated it...
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
~I'm Nobody, Who are You?, Emily Dickinson
Listen. Can you hear it?
Facts call. Truth calls. Knowledge calls.
They all say, "Go. Go and find out."
For man is like a mongoose--he must know more.
And so he searches, and he finds.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:25 am (UTC)Ah, Robert Frost. I remember his poetry from when I was younger.
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Date: 2005-03-27 12:51 pm (UTC)- John Keats, Letters to Fanny
“He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”
- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
"Violence stinks no matter which side of it you're on. But now and then there's nothing left to do but hit the other person over the head with a frying pan."
- Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity."
- Gilda Radner
“Every blade in the field,
Every leaf in the forest,
Lays down its life in its season,
As beautifully as it was taken up.”
- Henry David Thoreau
“All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist.”
- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five
“Reason had harnessed the tame
Holding the sky in their arms
Gravity pulls me down”
- R.E.M.
“And the closest I get to contentment
Is when all of the barriers come down”
- Neil Finn
“Don't you hear that defeaning roar?
Again and again in a broken refrain.
We're homeward bound, pulled by the sound
Of history repeating.”
- Jump, Little Children
“This is the story of your red right ankle, and how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled, and how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered, oh, adhere to me, for we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been, we together make a limb
This is the story of your red right ankle”
- The Decemberists
“Ok, you state your claim
It's in the blood you have in your veins
I don't need your love”
- Beulah
“Lift your eyes
Where the roads dip and where the roads rise
Seek only there
Where the grey light meets the green air
The hermit’s chapel, the pilgrim’s prayer.”
- TS Eliot, Usk
If you like these, I can do this all god damn day. I'll pull together some poetry links for you too.
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:31 am (UTC)From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
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Date: 2005-03-27 04:12 pm (UTC)I would like a Wild Card, please! I'll take a Harry Potter (or a Stargate one if you know about it. :) ).
Did you know that you rock?
Happy Easter!
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Date: 2005-03-28 03:46 am (UTC)So, I tried a Stargate one since you kick ass, but keep in mind my knowledge of it is a bit limited.
Jack found the still form of Thor, the alien seemingly in meditation or deep thought, though it was hard to tell.
“Jack O'Neil.”
“Thor.”
“Am I disturbing you?”
“No. I am remembering.”
“Remembering?”
“We came to your world and we taught and the humans, they listened. And they spoke to their children and their children remembered. And their children spoke and their children remembered. I am considering...”
“Considering what?” Jack asked, trying to read the alien's expression, but found he was unable to. Regret, sadness, happiness, longing... It could be anything.
“How memories become myth and what is lost inbetween,” Thor said quietly and looked upon the Earth.
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Date: 2005-03-27 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-27 05:35 pm (UTC)The clock of life is wound but once,
And no man has the power
To tell just when the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,
To lose one's health is more,
To lose one's soul is such a loss
That no man can restore.
The present only is our own,
So live, love, toil with a will,
Place no faith in tomorrow,
For the Clock may then be still.
- The Clock of Life by Robert H. Smith
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
- Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
- John Donne
Be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you pretend to be.
- Kurt Vonnegut
There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.
- Dante
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise eachother
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers...
- Loneliness by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Date: 2005-03-27 06:57 pm (UTC)1. LOTR or Harry Potter
2. Two characters with differing personalities, eg. Denethor and Sam or Snape and Ron
3. Now... reverse the personalities! And let them have a discussion about the state of the world or something
Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine ahead has caught my eye
And roped me in so mesmerizing
It's so hypnotizing
I am captivated
I am
Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself
So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intention
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye
And rendered me so
Isolated so
Motivated I am
Certain now that I am
Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself
So tired of the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment for forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'd be in
Too deep now to ever swim
Against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now
The things you swore you saw yourself
My hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
'Vindicated', Dashboard Confessional
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Date: 2005-03-28 04:09 am (UTC)Lovely lyrics :)
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-28 04:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:53 pm (UTC)120 words
Date: 2005-03-28 04:23 am (UTC)In her dream, she stands by the sea, the wind in her hair, water breaking against the shore and her feet. The sky is blue but the sea is bluer and wilder, always wild. The sea signs and for a moment, she listens and is an Elf again.
But she wakes to mortality and Aragorn sleeping next to her, grey in his hair. She knows he will die soon, even if he says nothing. The song of the sea would tear them apart for eternity and she listens to his breath instead and pretends she is as human as he and that she does not fear death.
But in dreams, the sea sings and she listens to immortality.
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:15 pm (UTC)I think you did B5 for me last time, so I'll go with HP.
And I'm starved for good Snape-as-Harry's-father fics, so write me a cookie for that.
Or if the inspiration takes you better, I would love a Snape/Lily cookie too.
(and I eagerly await my birthday fic... 20 days to go! ;)
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Date: 2005-03-28 04:33 am (UTC)“Mine? But James...”
She bites her lip. “It was the night.... You caught me.”
“And you caught me,” he finished, eyes dark. She can see the anger behind, even know and she knows that anger is why her choice is right and at that moment she makes it again. “Does James know?”
“I told him. He... He loves me.”
“But you have to... It's mine!” he protests.
“No.” She shakes her head. “You are a Death Eater. I can't... I've cast a spell. It will look as James's and it will be James's son. It must be.”
He stares at her and her heart breaks, but it must be.
“Obliverate,” she says softly and watches the memory vanish as she touches his face one last time.
“One day I will tell you again,” she whispers and walks away.
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Date: 2005-03-27 08:43 pm (UTC)Lyrics:
It's sittin' by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away...
You won't turn away and someone else is gone
I'm sorry 'bout the attitute
I need to give with you,
But no one else will take this shit from me
And I'm so terrified of no one else but me
And I'm here all the time, and I won't go away
Yeah, it's me, and I can't get myself to go away...
So reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me,
It's been a long day, always
Oh no, no but your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always
Ain't that life
-Matchbox 20, "Long Day"
I'm not gonna talk about doubt and confusion,
On a night when I can see with my eyes shut.
-The Proclaimers, "The Joyful Kilmarnock Blues"
I'm currently having trouble with Eowyn at Edoras in a fic, so any drabble for inspiration would be welcomed...
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Date: 2005-03-28 04:42 am (UTC)Night at Edoras.
She wakes from her sleep as she often does, her dream one of memories she rather forget. She gets up and throws on a warm cloak, but it is the cold outside that lures her to it.
It is a clear night, autumn falling. Rohan rolls all around her, the grass fading to brown, frost embracing the land. The stars are lit above, the moon as clear as snow. It will be winter soon and she will freeze.
Winter in Rohan, her country, her love. Even now, as despair rise in her, she knows the love will bind her to it, bind her to Edoras.
Beautiful, this cage of hers.
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:37 pm (UTC)Wow. You've already got quite a crowd waiting for drabbles. Some of them sound like quite a bit of fun, too. Mind if I add to the chaos? Feel free to ignore it if you're pressed for time, but if not, I'd love to see what you would do with this:
1. LotR/Harry Potter Crossover
2. Snape meets a Balrog (I'll give you a cookie if you can fit Lupin into the drabble, too...)
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Date: 2005-03-28 04:58 am (UTC)The Balrog roared and flamed, fire glinting off the snow-topped mountains as it moved. But Gandalf did not fear and stood still, a grey shadow against the dark. Even so, it seemed clear that Gandalf would lose, for the Balrog was most feared of all dark creatures and only a truly great wizard could defeat it.
And then, in a cloud of white, a broomstick shot forward and a spell was hurled, hitting the Balrog in a flash of white and lavender.
“Sorry I was late Gandalf,” Snape said and smiled as the Balrog tumbled down...
“...And that's why I should be Defence of Dark Arts teacher!” Snape finished and stomped off.
Remus Lupin merely shook his head and sighed. “I really should tell him James cast that memory spell on him one of these days before Gandalf sues him for slander...”
*surrenders large and scrumptuous cookie*
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Date: 2005-03-27 11:12 pm (UTC)This girl I know needs some shelter
She don't believe anyone can help her
She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage
But you don't want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can't change the way she feels
But you could put your arms around her
-Massive Attack, Protection
I'm so tired, of playing
Playing with this bow and arrow
Gonna give my heart away
Leave it to the other girls to play
For I've been a temptress too long
-Portishead, Glory Box
I went looking for some love
All I found is that I found
I haven't found enough
I stand alone now
I stand alone
Can you save me from myself
You are my temptation
You are my temptation
To do what I know is
You are my temptation
You are my temptation
To do what I knew is wrong
What I knew is wrong
Is you
Vast, Temptation
And I'm also jumping on the Easter Egg bandwagon - it's getting crowded. Hmm...CSI (of course), Catherine and Sara and wild card please.
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:10 am (UTC)“I don't.”
“You do too.”
“I do not,” Sara insisted. “I can't believe you asked my ex-boyfriend if I snore!”
“Hey, I'm interested in the lives of my co-workers.”
“A little too interested in some, if rumours are to be believed,” Sara muttered darkly. “You can't trust an ex, you know that better than anyone. I do not snore.”
“You do realise there's only one way to find out, right?” Catherine said, giving her a look. “You'll have to sleep with me.”
“Fine, I'll sleep with you.”
Neither two realised the last had been overheard by a passing Greg, who promptly walked into Warrick in bewilderment and started a whole new interesting rumour about sleeping orientations.
At least, the treadmill agreed, Warrick was so hot no one cared if he snored or not.
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:20 am (UTC)*ponders*
No, no lyrics now. Perhaps later. My mind is completely blank at the moment.
Easter eggs, YUM.
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Date: 2005-03-28 07:13 am (UTC)“The Watch is an important part of the City, Vimes.”
The Patrician's voice was like silk, if silk could wrap someone from head to toe and squeeze into submission.
“Sir.”
Vimes's voice was cool, not agreeing, not disagreeing, merely being.
“It is, some will say, a mirror of Ankh-Morpork.”
“Being soggy and wet, sir?”
Lord Vetinari ignored this. “Unfortunately, this mirror seems to be obscured slightly by these reports my clerks so frequently give up on deciphering. Do you understand me, Vimes?”
“Sir?”
The Patrician sighed. “Grammar, Vimes. Spelling. I realise you are a busy man, Vimes, but I must insist you do not let Sergeant Detritus handle your paperwork from now on or I will insist you give him grammar classes.”
“Sir.”
“Good. Please, don't let me detain you any further.”
Vimes walked gloomily out and wondered what would be worst – doing the paperwork himself or teaching grammar to a troll...
Re: 153 words
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Date: 2005-03-28 05:53 am (UTC)And lyric-things:
"Lumia" by Joan Osborne
http://www.moron.nl/lyrics.php?id=27186&artist=Joan%20Osborne
"Bridges" by Dispatch (very Grissom-thinking-of-Sara-ish to me)
http://www.skaponk.com/lyrics/17435/
"Walk With You" by Dispatch (soft, romantic)
http://www.skaponk.com/lyrics/17436/
And anything from Story of the Year's Page Avenue album, if you want edgy angsty type stuff. I particularly like "Anthem of Our Dying Day."
http://server1.lyricsondemand.com/s/storyoftheyearlyrics/
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Date: 2005-03-28 07:27 am (UTC)“I'm dying, aren't I?”
He looks at me. “Yes. But you are not dead, as I am.”
“I'm just imagining you.”
“Maybe. I am not of your time or place. But like you, I sought death to redeem myself.”
“Boromir,” I say. He nods, his face so bright, so bright.
“My guilt was real. Yours is a survivor's. It is not your fault your mother killed your father. You do not have to atone for the murdered.”
“But I do,” I whisper.
“Sara,” he says and spreads his hand, filling it with light. “This is a Silmaril. You remember. You read. It holds the light of the Two Trees.”
“It's all that is left of them after Morgoth's strike.”
“Yes. And the Elves clung to it and though it was fair and bright, it destroyed them.”
“I know.”
“Let it go, Sara. Atonement is good, but obsessions destroy. Even when they are for good things.”
He closes his hands even as I reach for it, and the light fades, his voice fades and I return to the pain and the dark and hear a different voice, calling my name.
“Sara. Come back to me...”
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Date: 2005-03-28 06:28 am (UTC)160 words
Date: 2005-03-28 06:50 am (UTC)Another dark night, watching midnight dew from the window, dreading to go to bed to sleep and face another day. The classes captivates him, but always, there are people around and he walks awkwardly among them. He knows he is not pretty or popular such as gloating James Potter or daring as smirking Sirius Black. He is a shadow while they shine like the sun and a part of him hates them.
A part of him hates her and fears her, for she makes him want to shine. Lily needs a sun and he is darkness. And yet, they always meet here, just before bed. Not quite a date and not quite a coincident, and she comes out of the shadows, eyes greener than the grass.
"Hey," she says and leans on the window still next to him. Near enough to touch but neither daring, not yet, as they watch the dew turn to frost and the night be forever.
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