Marvel Bang Idea
I'm reading along and I come across this sentence: You need some ballast in you.
My eyes opened wide. It's still 24 days until Marvel Big Bang stories are due and I'm still floundering with what to write. I mean, I had something to write but that idea, while still valid, has floundered after about 3000 words.
But this is the backbone of an idea that has been batting around in my head for a few weeks. Ballast is exactly what I've been looking for.
bal·last noun \ˈba-ləst\
Definition of BALLAST
1
: a heavy substance placed in such a way as to improve stability and control (as of the draft of a ship or the buoyancy of a balloon or submarine)
2
: something that gives stability (as in character or conduct)
3
: gravel or broken stone laid in a railroad bed or used in making concrete
4
: a device used to provide the starting voltage or to stabilize the current in a circuit (as of a fluorescent lamp)
Okay, the idea came about because of Sara Bareilles' new album, The Blessed Unrest. Have you heard it? Here's my story... all mapped out.
Eden
Walking in the garden was a serpent-shaped heart and he told me
That what is broken cannot show, and less than beautiful is worse than unholy
Idolized my innocence, stole it from me in the end
Now I'm wide awakened and still paying for the poison they sold me
Islands
You always dirty up the windows
If you keep 'em at bay that way no one's gonna surprise you by getting too close
Anybody but me though
You've made exceptions to you rules
And now we're staring down truth neither one of us wants to know
Chasing the Sun
There's a history through her
Sent to us as a gift from the future, to show us the proof
More than that, it's to dare us to move
And to open our eyes and to learn from the sky
From a cemetery in the center of Queens
Hercules
I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
My imagination hadn't turned on me yet
I used to let my words wax poetic
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it's tragic
I've turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And I'll breathe again...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
Satellite Call
This is so you'll know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground
Tonight you're not alone at all
This is me sending out my satellite call
Cassiopeia
All alone in a corner of the night sky
Spiral bones of a supernova starlight
Fell in love with another burning bright
She dreamed of a way to ignite she said
Tonight
Come on, come on collide
Break me to pieces I
I think you're just like heaven
Why, come on, come on collide
Let's see what a fire feels like
I bet it's just like heaven
Manhattan
You can have Manhattan
I’ll settle for the beach
And sunsets facing westward
With sand beneath my feet
I’ll wish this away
Just missing the days
When I was one half of two
You can have Manhattan
Cause I can’t have you
December
Distill a whole year down into a day
Act like we all start over with a pristine slate
But to get yourself a new life you've got to give the other one away
And I'm starting to believe in the power of a name
Cause it can't be a mistake if I just call it change
1000 Times
Cause I would die to make you mine
Bleed me dry each and every time
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
You can make me wait forever
Push me away and tell me never
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Incidentally, if this gives you ideas, please take what you need. This is full of ideas that I won't necessarily be using!
My eyes opened wide. It's still 24 days until Marvel Big Bang stories are due and I'm still floundering with what to write. I mean, I had something to write but that idea, while still valid, has floundered after about 3000 words.
But this is the backbone of an idea that has been batting around in my head for a few weeks. Ballast is exactly what I've been looking for.
bal·last noun \ˈba-ləst\
Definition of BALLAST
1
: a heavy substance placed in such a way as to improve stability and control (as of the draft of a ship or the buoyancy of a balloon or submarine)
2
: something that gives stability (as in character or conduct)
3
: gravel or broken stone laid in a railroad bed or used in making concrete
4
: a device used to provide the starting voltage or to stabilize the current in a circuit (as of a fluorescent lamp)
Okay, the idea came about because of Sara Bareilles' new album, The Blessed Unrest. Have you heard it? Here's my story... all mapped out.
Eden
Walking in the garden was a serpent-shaped heart and he told me
That what is broken cannot show, and less than beautiful is worse than unholy
Idolized my innocence, stole it from me in the end
Now I'm wide awakened and still paying for the poison they sold me
Islands
You always dirty up the windows
If you keep 'em at bay that way no one's gonna surprise you by getting too close
Anybody but me though
You've made exceptions to you rules
And now we're staring down truth neither one of us wants to know
Chasing the Sun
There's a history through her
Sent to us as a gift from the future, to show us the proof
More than that, it's to dare us to move
And to open our eyes and to learn from the sky
From a cemetery in the center of Queens
Hercules
I miss the days my mind would just rest quiet
My imagination hadn't turned on me yet
I used to let my words wax poetic
But it melted a puddle at my feet now
It is a calcifying crime, it's tragic
I've turned to petrified past life baggage
I want to disappear and just start over
So here we are
And I'll breathe again...
Cause I have sent for a warrior
From on my knees, make me a Hercules
I was meant to be a warrior please
Make me a Hercules
Satellite Call
This is so you'll know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground
Tonight you're not alone at all
This is me sending out my satellite call
Cassiopeia
All alone in a corner of the night sky
Spiral bones of a supernova starlight
Fell in love with another burning bright
She dreamed of a way to ignite she said
Tonight
Come on, come on collide
Break me to pieces I
I think you're just like heaven
Why, come on, come on collide
Let's see what a fire feels like
I bet it's just like heaven
Manhattan
You can have Manhattan
I’ll settle for the beach
And sunsets facing westward
With sand beneath my feet
I’ll wish this away
Just missing the days
When I was one half of two
You can have Manhattan
Cause I can’t have you
December
Distill a whole year down into a day
Act like we all start over with a pristine slate
But to get yourself a new life you've got to give the other one away
And I'm starting to believe in the power of a name
Cause it can't be a mistake if I just call it change
1000 Times
Cause I would die to make you mine
Bleed me dry each and every time
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
You can make me wait forever
Push me away and tell me never
I don't mind, no I don't mind it
I would come back 1000 times
Incidentally, if this gives you ideas, please take what you need. This is full of ideas that I won't necessarily be using!