With a hat full of feathers and a wicked grin

"One of the strange things about living in the world is that every now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever...Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far off music makes it true..."

To the end of the Earth, I'll search for your face
For the one who laid all of our beauty to waste
Threw our hope into Hell and our children to the fire

I am the one who crawled through the wire



There's a million sad stories on the side of the road
Strange how we all just got used to the blood
Millions of stories that'll never be told

Silent and froze in the mud



I know a cold as cold as it gets
I know a darkness that's starker than coal
A wind that blows as cold as it gets

Blew out the light of my soul



I dream in my sleep, I dream in my days
Of some sunny street not so far away
Where up in a window a curtain will sway

You and I'll meet down below



I know a cold as cold as it gets
I fight a war, I may never see one
I live only to see you live to regret
Everything that you've done

Everything that you've done



Grant that
I may not seek so much to be understood,
as to understand;
to be consoled
as to console,
to be loved
as to love.
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with all my heart
{with all my heart} {glory.glory.}





"Huddled under the cloak, it smells of boy and armpit and incipient adulthood, which also smells of boy and armpit and Sirius' socks and Peter's dinner and the weird goo James puts in his hair. Remus doesn't mind if their song is sung to the rafters or if only they know it in the end. They shuffle out into the warm night together, and Remus thinks if they could just keep it all as some secret amongst four good friends they'll be just as fine until they're impossibly old and the seven years they spent at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardy has shrunk into a short sweet memory, distant as a good dream..." - SBP

Band of Brothers mood theme by hiyacynth

Kept Pristine. Later Burned. Later Salvaged.



I like
The Boys of Easy
Self Implicating
My Beloved Idiots
The Dearly Departed
Space Cowboys searching for serenity
Sarah Haskins
The cleverest mother daughter team in history
Tim O'Brien
People lost on a tropical island
The Scoobies
The slayer's brooding boyfriend
Fleece Blankets
The Boy Who Lived
16 year old union strikers who sing and dance
Dream, Death, Delirium, Destiny, Despair, Destruction
Maine
Space melodrama with James Earl Jones and great special effects
Non-PC Jokes
Four hobbits, one elf, one dwarf, one wizard and two men
Marion Zimmer Bradley
Pretending I'm half as talented as the two women this line is wedged between
Joan Didion
South Boston Punk Rockers
A Prison Busting Genius and his Big Brother
The Colonel, the Major, the Doctor and...Teal'c
The Bombshell Bounty Hunter
whiskey tango, scrotum-faced, bucktoothed, zit-exploding progeny and the Iceman
Rooting for the millionaire who thinks dressing up as a bat will save his city
A ragtag group of ex-military who fight zombies and the man Umbrella
Richard B. Riddick
The Doctor
In Nomani Patri et Fili Spiritus Sancti (The Trinity)
That crazy gang at Planet Express
An half-machine, half-human ex-con with serious existential issues
The Bridge that Roebling Built


I'm Shipping up to Boston


Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu...
All our dream worlds may come true...
Fairy lands are fearsome too...
As I wander far from view...
Read and bring me home to you...


comment if you like the words tussle, malarkey and rowdy.

Hey! Wut up! If you're here, reading this (very rare, public) post, then you have gotten me as your Yuletide fic recievee this year. I hope this is useful to you to give you a bit more info about what I'm looking for, considering I was stupidly vague in the actual request form.

( First, in general... )

( The requests... )

Thanks for dropping by, for writing me whatever wonderful story it is you're going to turn out, and have a happy Yuletide!!