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| Tags: | drabble, music | | Current Music: | Stars' "Take Me to the Riot" | | Subject: | Tim's Red | | Time: | 01:13 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/anksadg.gif) sicky |
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| If there were a world outside of Gotham, Tim sometimes thinks he'd get the hell out of this town. Nothing good comes out of struggling.
When he had trained with Bruce, the man had taught Tim that by the point of a struggle, it was already too late. But could the man take his own advice as the city starts to burn?
No.
And no, Tim won't learn from that either, failing just as Dick always does. Staying.
Waiting.
His lip is a split-mixture of iron and grime. His balance wants to teeter over the edge, a zip-line close to his side. A flap of angry cape, unable to whip free. The needed friend, hovering just behind and over his shoulder...
"Timmy."
It's a valid question. When did he ever become this cynical?
"Get out of Gotham, Kon." He drops gaze down, not turning. A private grin appreciating the offer, depreciating the path here. The distance down. I don't want you to understand.
Yet clearly, he'd give anything to exchange the empathy. That is, if there were anything left to give.
"Get out of my town."
While you can.
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The handy how-to in communicating "save me" without actually using those pesky, desperately-weak-sounding words.
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(the other working title for this entry was: Tim as Rorschach.
But then I laughed and said "no...no.")
(pps: I cannot believe I spelt "Rorschach" right on the first try! I'm beyond awesome, by the way...) | comments: 3 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy?   |
| I finally broke Howl's Moving Castle out of it's wrapper. Christian Bale is Howl! Oh man, I did not see that coming. You can tell I'm a fan, not knowing anything. *self-directed eye-roll*
There's a scene where he's a monster and it's Batman voice.
The movie is so sweet. Anything by Ghibli is sweet.
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Cham, Halo, I'll have your packages in the mail tomorrow. I'll email you both with the package codes once they're sent off. That way, you can stalk your presents. | | comments: 24 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
| Tags: | drabble, photos | | Current Music: | David Usher | | Subject: | No Orbit | | Time: | 03:31 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankthinkg.gif) contemplative |
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| After today's tornado warning, I just went to bed and crashed. I'm tired again now, but I think I can manage a drabble at least.
First off, here's a link to the flickr account I made. The free features are starting to bug me, but I'll shut up since I can't put up, right now. This is the tag-link. If you want to see lightning photos, they're under "lightning." About 1/3 of the Japan pictures are there, too.
You've been tagged.
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( Now for some angsty Bruce/Kal...as if you knew me better. ) | | comments: 12 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
| Shattered glass. Cracked.
Blood caked; two pairs of goggles.
The same, but different.
The glossy photographs had always been, and yet they had never become an issue for Bruce. No ambition to ask; odd moments of forgetting or even losing the evidence; an anomaly failing to ever pique the detective's interest...
It's a pretty serious question. It's Babs. She laughs, she frowns, she's free and wonderful in all manners but one--she doesn't walk and pretends that it's a non-issue. Bruce has never asked her about the other body that should have been with hers that day, and now he knows why.
The package had been delivered by Alfred. The box with exposed, golden glass. Shattered glass. Cracked, etc. Immediately the Dark Knight thinks of those old photos, locked away. Shining, orange glass--a different style of eye-wear, but the connection is clear.
Bruce understands how Michael could have done it. How the fool--the joke to Bruce's standard of justice--could have become a part of Barbara's unfortunate day. Willingly! It's here, right in his hands; the turning point.
"Sir?" comes a quiet inquiry, and the Dark Knight returns from his revelation; returns to the task in the present.
Broken goggles, in his hands.
"Ted Kord," he speaks, "is dead."
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| Tags: | drabble | | Subject: | Obligatory Muse-Slap | | Time: | 03:34 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankfoodg.gif) hungry |
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| I can't promise that I'll love you later, so let me love you now.
Kal recalls Jor-El's voice saying it. The earliest memory, perhaps. Had it been spoken to himself--as a father to a son? Or had the scientist offered this up to his wife; a portrait moment of a safe, happy family overshadowed by what Jor-El knew would come?
He looks at Bruce.
That darkness would someday seperate them. Or the Kryptonite. Or...hell, the Dark Knight is better suited to provide a thousand-thousand more "potentials" which would eventually ruin them.
But it's for that reason that Clark says it. Repeats it. Promises it because no one else would appreciate it's point quite like Bruce.
Now. | | comments: 21 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
| Tags: | fanfic, music | | Current Music: | Stars/Islands | | Subject: | Midnight Coward | | Time: | 11:24 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/niaha/kitty/ankhappyg.gif) refreshed |
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| Well, for the first story in a few weeks, I hope this makes some sense.
Title: Of Bad Plans & Kryptonite
Fandom: Titans - Tim & Kon
Rating: One slight-profane word. And we don't care if it bothers the characters.
( I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it. )
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And what have we learnt?!
Me, honestly? I've learnt nothing. So, have some music!
Stars' "Midnight Coward" which I'll associate here, and elsewhere.
Honestly, I just love the song. It's pretty and fated. I'm also capable of singing along, which is a bonus.
Islands' "The Arm" which I love for the creepy, catchy-nature.
It's my Sam/Dean/Demon song, but it isn't confined to just that.
Seatbelts' "American Money" which is just too awesome. Banjo-power!
I've gone through the entire Cowboy Bebop series in a weekend. This is on the DVDs under "Settings" and when I set the settings, I listen to this cycle through a few dozen times.
It's not related in the least, but since when am I relevant?
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[I know I offered to write drabble/fics. Those'll get done. I found though, that if I didn't have any ideas for the promised stories, I couldn't write even the inspired ones out of guilt. Well, no more guilt for Cosmic. You get your stories when I get the stories.] | | comments: 8 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
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If they ever made a live-action Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, I'd like to be Fay D. Flourite. I know I'm just a gal, but I've always been willing to switch genders for fun. I think it'd be a really keen role. I used to daydream about it a lot. *laughs*
Oh, lame. I thought this went to a community or something. Now all you keeners know my deep, dark secret.
Anyhow, the real reason I came on lj:
( Teen Titan-related drabble. )
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More drabbles soon. I just got bit again with an alternate ending which deserves to be it's own story.
I'll fill you all in on my Japan-adventure soon. Tim comes first. | | comments: 2 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
| Tags: | drabble, saiyuki | | Current Music: | Secret Machines' "Lightning Blue Eyes" | | Subject: | Wanting to Stop the Momentum | | Time: | 08:05 pm | | Current Mood: | sore |
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| 1. I really don't wish this.
2. It's from a week or so ago when I sketched the concept out on paper in the middle of papers. I've had the image in my head for a year, though.
Title: Inhumanity of this Mere Bump in the Road
Fandom: Saiyuki Reload
Drabble-size. A bad word or two.
( Not really saying it should be easy, this journey has no right to being so hard. )
I hurt from training. I also need to get something accomplished with my room. I live like a certain kappa, and it's getting tiresome.
Half a month before Japan. The more I think about it, the more I can't quite breathe. If I form too many expectations, I think it could destroy the experience. Must...temper self.
Things to do:
-write final exam tomorrow
-get yen and insurance tomorrow
-manage social life
-clean room
-laundry
-pack
-practice with camera (storm/cloud chasing with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lomelindi looks decidedly grim with the recent snap of winter-weather, must work around that)
-finish cross-over fic
I'm also seeing Phantom of the Opera on Thursday, hopefully giving blood before my trip and having a spa-day wiff my mom.
That is the adventure which is my life at the present. I've fallen behind on all of your adventures. If there's time, I'll backtrack and catch up. In the meantime, feel free to tell me what I've missed, and where your important/favourite entries are.
I shall do my best!
[edit: new desktop! I love some of the new groups I've joined. So much Minekura that I have no access to yet!] | | comments: 2 bleed together. or Who wants an enemy? |
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