All sorts of stuff

[brigdh]

Happy birthday, wolfpilot06!

I hope you had a wonderful day.

And now, memes:



Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens


I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds.

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause.

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

***




Oh Comely
Neutral Milk Hotel


Oh comely,
I will be with you when you lose your breath
Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left
With some pretty bright and bubbly
Terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest
But oh comely
It isn't as pretty as
You'd like to guess
In your memory you're drunk on your awe to me
It doesn't mean anything at all
Oh comely
All of your friends are letting you blow
Bristling and ugly
Bursting with fruits falling out
From the holes of
Some pretty bright and bubbly
Friend you could need to say comforting things
In your ear
But oh comely
There isn't such one friend that you could find
Here standing next to me
He's only my enemy
I'll crush him with everything I own
Say what you want to say
And hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracle
For me
Your father made fetuses
With flesh licking ladies
While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park
Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums
The music and medicine
You needed for comforting
So make all your fat fleshy fingers
To moving and pluck all your silly strings
And bend all your notes for me
Soft silly music is
Meaningful magical
The movements were beautiful
All in your ovaries
All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines
Smelling of semen
All under the garden was all you were needing
When you still believed in me
Say what you want to say
And hang for your hollow ways
Moving your mouth to pull out
All your miracle for me
And I know they buried her body with others
Her sister and mother and 500 families
And will she remember me
50 years later
I wished I could save her
In some sort of time machine
Know all your enemies
We know who are enemies are
Know all your enemies
We know who our enemies are
Goldaline, my dear
We will fold and freeze together
Far away from here
There is sun and spring and green forever
But now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach
Place your body here
Let your skin begin to blend itself with mine

Download it. A yousendit link, so if it goes down, just let me know.

***




From an untitled Tsuzuki/Hisoka PWP set on an undercover case in a high school:
"Okay. But if you get detention again, I'm not going to bail you out." Tsuzuki raised his eyebrows and shook a warning finger at Hisoka.
Hisoka glared. Tsuzuki curled the finger back into his fist, almost afraid it'd be bitten off. "I'm not, idiot. That only happened once."
"How often does one usually call their teacher a moron in front of the entire class?"
"He was wrong. I should know, I was alive back when that history lesson happened." Hisoka paused. "Well, not alive..."
"And then there was the time you got into a fight with that girl."
"I didn't get detention for that," Hisoka muttered, suddenly very interested in his shoes.
"No, but your suspension really hurried the investigation along."


From an untitled 'Groundhog Day' fic, in which Tsuzuki keeps dying and Hisoka can't figure out how to save them:
The alarm rang, noisily, at 7am. Hisoka rolled over in bed and smacked it with the flat of his palm, just catching the corner of the snooze button and managing to turn it off. He doesn't move after that, staring blankly at his ceiling. When the alarm goes off again, he rips the entire clock out of the wall.

He doesn't remember coming home, but that seems right. A lot of the previous day seems fuzzy, and he's very carefully not thinking about it, not doing anything that might clarify the details. He knows how to do this: if you don't move, your body won't realize how much pain it's in. He'll stay very still, and maybe the wounds won't open.


From ClubSoka, which actually does have a name (Cold Bright Winter), I'm just too lazy to use it:
The man kisses him gentle and soft and kind, and Hisoka puts his hands on the back of his neck, the short hands there prickling against his raw skin, to try to pull him closer. The man resists, pulling back between kisses to say something. "I'm-" he cuts himself off, opening Hisoka's mouth to kiss him more deeply. "I didn't-" He snares Hisoka's lip, running his teeth over it. "I won't. If you would just- if you would just say, once, that you didn't want me to- I won't. Leave."

Hisoka steps away, very slowly, shaking his head. He's not even really thinking anymore, just running on autopilot until he can managed to get away, until the pain stops, but he knows what he's going to say before the words come out of his mouth, calm and steady. "I have to go now."

***


And hey, if anyone would like to request a drabble of me, I'm still taking requests at this post. So far, two Tsuzuki/Hisoka, one Oriya/Muraki, one Tatsumi/Watari, and one crack-tastic attempt at Tokyo Babylon. Marvel at my attempts to write characters and pairings I have *no* experience with while sleep deprived!