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after a long stretch of silence, i've decided to go on an unlocking spree. pretty much everything here is several years old and a few are unintentionally hilarious, but. serious nostalgia, guys.
disclaimer: everything is made up, nothing is real. no profit being made and no harm is meant, etc. etc.
supernatural
from this edge of the world: gen; sam, dean. He can hear the high laughter of a child coming from the back of the house. It rises above the quiet scraping of pot bottoms against burners and fork tines against knives, punctuates the smell of slow-cooked gravy and pop of the waitress's gum.
football rps
in no particular order --
half/full: fabio cannavaro/andrea pirlo; AU meme. andrea is stuck. It rains too much in Scotland.
espejos de sol y sal: cesc/joaquín. Francesc Fàbregas Soler, as Joaquín finds out, isn't as nice as people would have you think he is.
sonámbulo: kaká/sheva. maybe (probably) my favorite. The first time it happens, Andriy is still in Italy. He is still young, or at least younger; he plays for AC Milan and has a wife and one son and his good luck charm before games is pressing his mouth to the base of Kaká's neck.
piedi: lovechild of niche and windsor. kaká and sheva and time. There is no proper answer, only the shame of recollection.
(un)lucky: david beckham/iker casillas. david has too many names, iker tries to figure things out. -- until later, when you can admit to remembering the way his face froze, sometimes, when someone mentioned Manchester United, how his mouth would pause in the middle of wanting to say something when he saw Van Nistlerooy on television, scoring. The strange distance that would creep into his face, then, and make it into something inaccessible. Foreign. That odd combination of happiness and hopelessness, almost like the face of a boy caught in the middle of an absurdly glorious but impossible daydream.
a history of: morientes/raúl. A pause on the pitch when he looks for a certain number, something reflexive like second nature and blinking; a pause in his breath before he picks up the phone; a pause in his head when Mori's voice broadcasts through the wires, thinner than Raúl remembers, but no less kind.
i'm kind of embarrassed by these stories, haha. but i've been asked about these a lot, so they're getting unlocked too:
commonplace: steven gerrard/xabi alonso. ten days in spain. Portugal and the days after ended up being a duplicitous sort of loss, the loss of a dream and the loss of a person.
conviction: steven gerrard/xabi alonso. the one that really started it all, for better or for worse. Two things remind him of Xabi: the sharp nervous smell of clementine peels and the feel of clean summer grass underneath his palms.
two kaka/sheva snippets that i like enough to list here.
five things (what a classic meme, seriously, i love it):
a - Five things Kaka wants to tell Sheva but never did and probably never will, Five unlikely ways Stevie is, indeed, Captain Fantastic to Xabi, Five reasons why Steven Gerrard could never have left Liverpool (after all), Five places Xabi goes when he wants to be alone.
b - too many to list. involves iker, becks, sheva, torres and villa hahaha.
c - Five kisses that happened during the World Cup, Five ways England has changed Xabi, Three hotel room stories that never happened.
d - Five things Kaká misses about Sheva, Five things Canna wants to do to Pirlo, Five Liverpool players that found out about Xabi & Stevie (and how).
e - i'm lazy. the usual suspects.
f - Five people David Villa has played with or against whom he would sleep with if he were vaguely inclined that way, Which is he is not (to appease the lovely E <3). And five corresponding reasons why, Five things Materazzi wanted to say to Zidane before he said what he did, Five reasons why Raul thinks Michel Salgado is the hottest man alive, Five things Pirlo said to Canna after they won the World Cup, Five things Fernando will (and won't) say to Raul the next time they meet.
g - Five times Sheva said goodbye (without saying a word), Five times Xabi counselled Cesc on Cesc's love troubles.
okay, seriously, rereading these - what were we thinking? HAHAHAHAHAHA.
jarhead
pinprick: swofford, troy. A hand on his shoulder. A body by his side. The sky, gleaming and vicious.
veronica mars
living is what kills you: logan. It was strange, you thought, how she didn't have that much in the end. Anything that mattered, that was unique to her. Strange but not unexpected.
the o.c.
this is a concept: ryan. The air gets colder and colder the further she drives from Chino, and the sky whiter, more unforgiving. You pull your sleeves over your knuckles from the cold and you can see the goose bumps on the back of her brown arms, as if through some startlingly clear lens.
in good company (yeah, i know. what?)
Five Things That Never Happened to Carter Duryea (But They Could Have): what the title says. You wonder if you're learning.
misc. rps
living is what fades you: gael garcía bernal/diego luna. It was more like a sort of driving relentlessness that would be exhausting to look at on anyone but him.
untitled: check out the extensive comment threads. unfinished, untitled, but - ian crocker/michael phelps. all i can say is: lololol.
disclaimer: everything is made up, nothing is real. no profit being made and no harm is meant, etc. etc.
supernatural
from this edge of the world: gen; sam, dean. He can hear the high laughter of a child coming from the back of the house. It rises above the quiet scraping of pot bottoms against burners and fork tines against knives, punctuates the smell of slow-cooked gravy and pop of the waitress's gum.
football rps
in no particular order --
half/full: fabio cannavaro/andrea pirlo; AU meme. andrea is stuck. It rains too much in Scotland.
espejos de sol y sal: cesc/joaquín. Francesc Fàbregas Soler, as Joaquín finds out, isn't as nice as people would have you think he is.
sonámbulo: kaká/sheva. maybe (probably) my favorite. The first time it happens, Andriy is still in Italy. He is still young, or at least younger; he plays for AC Milan and has a wife and one son and his good luck charm before games is pressing his mouth to the base of Kaká's neck.
piedi: lovechild of niche and windsor. kaká and sheva and time. There is no proper answer, only the shame of recollection.
(un)lucky: david beckham/iker casillas. david has too many names, iker tries to figure things out. -- until later, when you can admit to remembering the way his face froze, sometimes, when someone mentioned Manchester United, how his mouth would pause in the middle of wanting to say something when he saw Van Nistlerooy on television, scoring. The strange distance that would creep into his face, then, and make it into something inaccessible. Foreign. That odd combination of happiness and hopelessness, almost like the face of a boy caught in the middle of an absurdly glorious but impossible daydream.
a history of: morientes/raúl. A pause on the pitch when he looks for a certain number, something reflexive like second nature and blinking; a pause in his breath before he picks up the phone; a pause in his head when Mori's voice broadcasts through the wires, thinner than Raúl remembers, but no less kind.
i'm kind of embarrassed by these stories, haha. but i've been asked about these a lot, so they're getting unlocked too:
commonplace: steven gerrard/xabi alonso. ten days in spain. Portugal and the days after ended up being a duplicitous sort of loss, the loss of a dream and the loss of a person.
conviction: steven gerrard/xabi alonso. the one that really started it all, for better or for worse. Two things remind him of Xabi: the sharp nervous smell of clementine peels and the feel of clean summer grass underneath his palms.
two kaka/sheva snippets that i like enough to list here.
five things (what a classic meme, seriously, i love it):
a - Five things Kaka wants to tell Sheva but never did and probably never will, Five unlikely ways Stevie is, indeed, Captain Fantastic to Xabi, Five reasons why Steven Gerrard could never have left Liverpool (after all), Five places Xabi goes when he wants to be alone.
b - too many to list. involves iker, becks, sheva, torres and villa hahaha.
c - Five kisses that happened during the World Cup, Five ways England has changed Xabi, Three hotel room stories that never happened.
d - Five things Kaká misses about Sheva, Five things Canna wants to do to Pirlo, Five Liverpool players that found out about Xabi & Stevie (and how).
e - i'm lazy. the usual suspects.
f - Five people David Villa has played with or against whom he would sleep with if he were vaguely inclined that way, Which is he is not (to appease the lovely E <3). And five corresponding reasons why, Five things Materazzi wanted to say to Zidane before he said what he did, Five reasons why Raul thinks Michel Salgado is the hottest man alive, Five things Pirlo said to Canna after they won the World Cup, Five things Fernando will (and won't) say to Raul the next time they meet.
g - Five times Sheva said goodbye (without saying a word), Five times Xabi counselled Cesc on Cesc's love troubles.
okay, seriously, rereading these - what were we thinking? HAHAHAHAHAHA.
jarhead
pinprick: swofford, troy. A hand on his shoulder. A body by his side. The sky, gleaming and vicious.
veronica mars
living is what kills you: logan. It was strange, you thought, how she didn't have that much in the end. Anything that mattered, that was unique to her. Strange but not unexpected.
the o.c.
this is a concept: ryan. The air gets colder and colder the further she drives from Chino, and the sky whiter, more unforgiving. You pull your sleeves over your knuckles from the cold and you can see the goose bumps on the back of her brown arms, as if through some startlingly clear lens.
in good company (yeah, i know. what?)
Five Things That Never Happened to Carter Duryea (But They Could Have): what the title says. You wonder if you're learning.
misc. rps
living is what fades you: gael garcía bernal/diego luna. It was more like a sort of driving relentlessness that would be exhausting to look at on anyone but him.
untitled: check out the extensive comment threads. unfinished, untitled, but - ian crocker/michael phelps. all i can say is: lololol.