we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.

Date: 2015-01-29 09:52 am (UTC)
balsamandash: Neal Caffrey (White Collar) raising his hand (wc] hands up)
From: [personal profile] balsamandash
Did somebody say prompt spam? ... No, nobody did, but I did it anyway. >> Take what works for you and leave all the rest, I definitely don't expect you to do them all.

ORIGINAL ANYTHING:
The devil and his due

5 Times [X] Didn't Say No

5 Things [X] Could Have Been

For Want of a Nail AU

Stand upright. You promised.

Harry Potter AU

Don't you know, son of earth, that I am not one of yours?

5 Stories [X] Grew Up With


MCU:
Five ways Natasha and Bucky didn't meet (and one they did) (going ways of comics for any one/all of these is also welcome, I just know MCU better, so I feel more comfortable prompting that way)

Starks: I’m sorry your life looks like this in photo albums.

Anyone from the Thor movies: You will be fierce, you will be fragile, you will be free.

It’s okay to break. In every pile of rubble, there is something worth salvaging.

It's a Wonderful Life plot anybody


NEWSFLESH:
Five times one of the Mason siblings almost told someone about their relationship

I wish my sentences came with receipts so I could take back my words.

Crossover free-for-all: Five people who would be famous bloggers in the Newsflesh verse


TOBY DAYE:
Any teenage fae combo, because they're my favorite: We do not all have access to the most helpful words

A wishlist of sorrows. Grief, not guilt.

Five things May and Toby don't talk about


RANDOM QUOTES, DO WHAT YOU WILL:
So you are a city that walks on top of another city, a city of people dreaming, you put your foot down on dreams when you cross the street, your children play, on dreams.

You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now.

I want ice cream and long letters. I want to read long love letters but I don’t think he loves me.

Truth is everything you tell yourself when you realize you are the only one still paying attention.

There is nothing rational about love. Love stutters when it gets nervous, love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy, and my heart refuses wear a helmet.

If we've come a long way, I suspect it's sideways
Further from our origin, no closer to our destination
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