Biding Time (what could have been)
"Old friend..." Charles hears, and it raises goosebumps on his arms. "It feels like an eternity since we last met."
It's an absurd little statement, really. It hasn't been more than a day, at the most, since Charles Xavier had unintentionally (although not unknowingly)
helped with the murder of Shaw. Time is hard to tell when you're not awake, but Charles is very sure it hasn't been that long.
"Hardly." He responds, no resentment in his voice at all. He knows this man, the one looming over his restrained body, had called him a friend, and still does. He knows this man; he knows what is going through his
The Wondrous Tales Of Kurt, Blaine, and Santa Hats
It all starts innocently enough.
Kurt and Blaine are just sitting on the couch, watching as the ending credits roll on yet another movie (the third one that night) when Blaine drops the bomb.
"We should wear Santa hats."
The thought seems to come out of nowhere. Naturally, Kurt feels the need to ask.
"Uh-huh Why, exactly?" Blaine looks at him for a second, stunned.
"Oh, right!" he says, snapping out of his trance, "I was so caught up in your cuteness I forgot to tell you! I got us tickets for The Nutcracker Ballet on the 26th!" Blaine's eyes sparkle, and Kurt's can't help but spark
Baby, Please...EamesArthur by emoroxals, literature
Literature
Baby, Please...EamesArthur
It's been years since their last mission. They got older, and it was time to step away from the world of extraction (Inception, oh god not again). So they did.
And the weird thing is, they don't miss it, or, at least Eames doesn't. He doesn't think Arthur does, either.
At least not until that morning.
---
Eames wakes up and sees Arthur staring at him, lying on his side of the bed. Arthur is fully dressed, still with his three-piece suits and gelled back hair (after all these years).Eames is puzzled. He checks Arthur's watch, it's 4am on Saturday.
Eames looks back to Arthur, Arthur looks back at Eames. They lay in silence for a few
April 15, 2010: Oliver/Zack
There were nineteen different ways he could go here, give or take a few. He could run to Canada, change his name and live with alpacas. Or he could stay in this same house and listen to the crackle of fire in the basement as he had for the last three years. He could grab the child, report the man and live a sad loveless life. He could leave his family and run away Alaska (so different then Canada.) he could take the man to rehab, if he wanted his face smoked off...
So for now, Zack will take Greta in his lap and hide her from the smoke, away from the wrath of Oliver.
April 14, 2010: John/Paul. Ringo/George
John walked along the line of the river. His bag on his back and a friend at his side. The sun hit everything beautifully, some streaming between the greenest leaves the two had ever seen onto a crystal-clear water of the river. Ringo suddenly stopped, telling John he had heard something. John didn't think they would have been found this soon. He thought they would at least get to some decent spot to tough it out on. To his relief, it was not a crowd of angry parents. When he looked over at where Ringo was pointing, he saw three brightly-dressed girls giggling, and waving once they saw they had the boy
April 13, 2010: Greenwald/?
"A bit late to be out, yeah?" a deep voice brought him out of his thoughts. Today was the day, the day he would finally run away from this town and its expectations, or lack thereof.
"Always the dramatic one, huh, Greenwald?" he told the first speaker. The other wasn't packing or packed. He stood against the wall, cigarette held firmly between his lips. "Are you not coming?" he turned to face the smoking man, intrigued by his lack of preparations.
"Well of course I'm coming! This was my idea! Come on; let's put your stuff in the car with the others." Alex pushed off the
April 12, 2010: Gabilliam
William Eugene Beckett loved Gabriel Eduardo Saporta. He loved the boy, (or should it be man?) with all his heart. The silly nicknames to the neon clothing, he loved him through and through.
Except when he didn't.
This consisted of only one time, when he sang The Ballad of Big Poppa and Diamond Girl. Why? Because it wasn't about him. Sure, it sounded selfish now, but if you thought about all the songs William had written for and about Gabe, it was totally called for.
William never told Gabe about how much he hated the song, because he liked how Gabe got this extra-wide dorky grin on his
Biding Time (what could have been)
"Old friend..." Charles hears, and it raises goosebumps on his arms. "It feels like an eternity since we last met."
It's an absurd little statement, really. It hasn't been more than a day, at the most, since Charles Xavier had unintentionally (although not unknowingly)
helped with the murder of Shaw. Time is hard to tell when you're not awake, but Charles is very sure it hasn't been that long.
"Hardly." He responds, no resentment in his voice at all. He knows this man, the one looming over his restrained body, had called him a friend, and still does. He knows this man; he knows what is going through his
The Wondrous Tales Of Kurt, Blaine, and Santa Hats
It all starts innocently enough.
Kurt and Blaine are just sitting on the couch, watching as the ending credits roll on yet another movie (the third one that night) when Blaine drops the bomb.
"We should wear Santa hats."
The thought seems to come out of nowhere. Naturally, Kurt feels the need to ask.
"Uh-huh Why, exactly?" Blaine looks at him for a second, stunned.
"Oh, right!" he says, snapping out of his trance, "I was so caught up in your cuteness I forgot to tell you! I got us tickets for The Nutcracker Ballet on the 26th!" Blaine's eyes sparkle, and Kurt's can't help but spark
Baby, Please...EamesArthur by emoroxals, literature
Literature
Baby, Please...EamesArthur
It's been years since their last mission. They got older, and it was time to step away from the world of extraction (Inception, oh god not again). So they did.
And the weird thing is, they don't miss it, or, at least Eames doesn't. He doesn't think Arthur does, either.
At least not until that morning.
---
Eames wakes up and sees Arthur staring at him, lying on his side of the bed. Arthur is fully dressed, still with his three-piece suits and gelled back hair (after all these years).Eames is puzzled. He checks Arthur's watch, it's 4am on Saturday.
Eames looks back to Arthur, Arthur looks back at Eames. They lay in silence for a few
April 15, 2010: Oliver/Zack
There were nineteen different ways he could go here, give or take a few. He could run to Canada, change his name and live with alpacas. Or he could stay in this same house and listen to the crackle of fire in the basement as he had for the last three years. He could grab the child, report the man and live a sad loveless life. He could leave his family and run away Alaska (so different then Canada.) he could take the man to rehab, if he wanted his face smoked off...
So for now, Zack will take Greta in his lap and hide her from the smoke, away from the wrath of Oliver.
April 14, 2010: John/Paul. Ringo/George
John walked along the line of the river. His bag on his back and a friend at his side. The sun hit everything beautifully, some streaming between the greenest leaves the two had ever seen onto a crystal-clear water of the river. Ringo suddenly stopped, telling John he had heard something. John didn't think they would have been found this soon. He thought they would at least get to some decent spot to tough it out on. To his relief, it was not a crowd of angry parents. When he looked over at where Ringo was pointing, he saw three brightly-dressed girls giggling, and waving once they saw they had the boy
April 13, 2010: Greenwald/?
"A bit late to be out, yeah?" a deep voice brought him out of his thoughts. Today was the day, the day he would finally run away from this town and its expectations, or lack thereof.
"Always the dramatic one, huh, Greenwald?" he told the first speaker. The other wasn't packing or packed. He stood against the wall, cigarette held firmly between his lips. "Are you not coming?" he turned to face the smoking man, intrigued by his lack of preparations.
"Well of course I'm coming! This was my idea! Come on; let's put your stuff in the car with the others." Alex pushed off the
April 12, 2010: Gabilliam
William Eugene Beckett loved Gabriel Eduardo Saporta. He loved the boy, (or should it be man?) with all his heart. The silly nicknames to the neon clothing, he loved him through and through.
Except when he didn't.
This consisted of only one time, when he sang The Ballad of Big Poppa and Diamond Girl. Why? Because it wasn't about him. Sure, it sounded selfish now, but if you thought about all the songs William had written for and about Gabe, it was totally called for.
William never told Gabe about how much he hated the song, because he liked how Gabe got this extra-wide dorky grin on his
I dont care if the picture's too big.And you can see my curser...
Current Residence: On the floor (Lovely) Print preference: One for my wall. Operating System: Vista MP3 player of choice: One that works Wallpaper of choice: One with cuetness Skin of choice: Mine
Hey...
Um, yesterday (October 15th, 2010), A boy in my grade committed suicide.
He was one of the most talented and funniest guys I had the pleasure to have known.
I wish I would have known him better.
I really dont know why I want to tell you (You=those who read things I post)...I just felt the need too.
I just came back from him memorial. He showed no signs he was depressed or anything. A few hours before he hung himself he was studying for a test he had the next day with his father.
I just cant believe it...
I love you (you=the world) and you do matter. Please dont make this happen to you.
RIP Will Trautwein. Thank you for the laug
I was tagged by the lovely !VampirebunnyXO (https://www.deviantart.com/vampirebunnyxo) to do this 10-things...Thing.
1. The second I saw that is was 10 things I thought of Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Heath Ledger.
2. When I go to school, I pretend im in the movie Nowhere boy acting as John Lennon to get me through the day. Before it was John it was an original character I made named Lys, before that Ryan Ross, and before that Al Elric.
3. I carry a totem because of Inception.(I kept this one from VampirebunnyXO (https://www.deviantart.com/vampirebunnyxo) because it applies to me as well, is that allowed?)
4. I think this will be the first year I don't get straight A's and it scares the living hell out of me.
5. My
I JUST WOKE UP AND 4PM. IM SO ANGRY AT MYSELLLFFFFFFF.
Stole this from ~Scout-Corgi-Butt (https://www.deviantart.com/scout-corgi-butt)
RULES:
1. Put your music player on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the "next" button to get your answer.
3.. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
If someone says, "Is this O.K.?" you say?
Whatever It Takes-Lifehouse
What would describe your personality?
Love You To-The Beatles
What do you like in a guy/girl?
Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy Tonight?-Fall Out Boy
How do you feel today?
Tik Tok(Parody)-The Midnight Beast (WHICH IS SILLY BECAUSE I WOKE UP THIS MORNING WEIRDLY.)
What is your life's purpose
And I draw you pretty pretty fail princess cake \o/ and I'm 2 hours late but I was here, procrastinating and was like OH HEY I CAN DO THIS YUS .ffff....-goes back to essay- deviantART muro drawing
And I draw you pretty pretty fail princess cake \o/ and I'm 2 hours late but I was here, procrastinating and was like OH HEY I CAN DO THIS YUS .ffff....-goes back to essay- deviantART muro drawing