Now the sky could be blue, I don't mind, without you its a waste of time

You Picked Me in this Mad World: A Finnick & Annie Fanmix (The Hunger Games)

rp_ks_lova — Tue, 26 Jul 2011 21:56:28 GMT

01. If I Die Young - The Band Perry

Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

02. Mad World - Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces
worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

03. Just Breathe - Pearl Jam

Under everything, just another human being, aw huh...
Yea, I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world
To make me bleed
[...]
I wonder everyday
As I look upon your face, aw huh...
Everything you gave
And nothing you would take, aw huh...
Nothing you would take
Everything you gave

04. Winter Winds - Mumford and Sons

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

05. You Picked Me - A Fine Frenzy

Like an apple on a tree
Hiding out behind the leaves
I was difficult to reach
But you picked me

06. Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club

Took a little time to make it a little better,
it's only going out, just one thing and another,
you know!
You know!

07. The World We Live In - The Killers

Bless your body, bless your soul
Pray for peace and self-control

[...]

I had a dream that I was falling, down
There's no next time, alone
A storm wastes its water on me
But my life was free

I guess it's the world that we live in
It's not too late for that
This is the world that we live in
And no, we can't go back

08. Every Little Thing - The Beatles

I remember the first time
I was lonely without her.
Can't stop thinking about her now.
Every little thing she does,
She does for me, yeah.

09. No One's Gonna Love You - Band Of Horses

And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one

10. My Favorite Chords - The Weakerthans

They're tearing up streets again.
They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's out killing kids to keep taxes down,
and me and my anger sit folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn to beating wings.

Wish I had a socket-set to dismantle this morning.
And just one pair of clean socks.
And a photo of you.

11. Home - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

[...]

I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

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Doctor Who fic

rp_ks_lova — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 02:29:08 GMT

So, this is the first Doctor Who fic I'm posing, so I'm a bit nervous, but let's see.

NOTE: If the size of the font makes it hard for you to read, just click ctrl+
Title: The Girl Who Waited and the Raggedy Man she waited for
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Amy/Eleven, Amy/Rory
Words: 2,105
Disclaimer: BBC owns the characters. They are not mine.
Spoilers: Some mentions of spoilers up until The Big Bang.
Summary: Rory knew deep down that the Doctor was falling for Amy, and he also knew it was something the Doctor himself did not know.

Amelia Pond. Beautiful, impossible Amelia Pond.

“Why did you wait for me, Amy? Why didn’t you forget about me in twelve years?” The Doctor asked in a moment where only the sound of the universe could break the silence they, including the TARDIS, were in.

“You already know the answer to that question, Doctor. Why do you want me to say it?” Amy answered a little defensive.

“I know the typical answer, but I want to know your particular answer. You always find a way to surprise me, so answer me, Pond. Stop rambling.”

Amy stared down at her wedding ring for a bit before looking up at the Doctor’s face, “I don’t know. The incredible, magic madman with the magic box. He ate fish custard instead of my fried beacon. He fixed the crack on my wall. That night I’d prayed that someone would, like every night, and there you were in your blue box, talking about these wonderful things, in your ridiculously ragged clothes, amazing me with your every move and your every word. You were alone, and when you offered, all I wanted was to keep you company. How could I not wait for you Doctor? Why would I want to forget you? You became my dream man.” She finished with a whisper.

The Doctor looked at her with that childish smile she knew so well.

“And you just like receiving compliments and I hate you for making me give you one,” she said loudly.

He laughed, slightly throwing his head back, and stepped closer to her, taking her hands in his and kissing her forehead in that way he always did, the way that said more than she’d ever wished to hear from a man.

The Doctor. The magic madman with a box.

A while later Amy and Rory held hands walking towards the sunset of space Florida. A place the Doctor had promised Rory he’d take them together.

The Doctor walked behind them, looking at their intertwined hands, he’d always loved happy endings.

He liked Rory, a lot, he’d waited for Amy two thousand years, he would do anything for her, he would literally die for her, the Doctor liked seeing Rory happy, but most of all, he liked Amy being protected, cared for, he liked Amy being happy.

He stepped in the middle, throwing one arm around Amy and the other around Rory, “So, kids, what do you say we go meet the talking Dolphins?”

Amy made a noise very much like a squeal and took the Doctor’s hand, turning herself around to free herself from his hug, holding his hand with both of hers, “Really? Oh, my god!” In an unbelievably quick movement she placed herself in the middle of Rory and the Doctor, taking them both by the arm and moving them forward quickly.

“You don’t even know where you’re going!” The Doctor laughed.

Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. The girl and the boy who waited.

Amy talked excitedly with the Dolphins as told her the tales of space Florida’s sea. Rory and the Doctor stood behind watching her.

“They like her.” The Doctor stated.

Rory smiled, “How could they not?”

The Doctor looked at Rory and smiled as well, “Yeah. How could anyone not like Amy Pond?”

Rory knew deep down that the Doctor was falling for Amy, and he also knew it was something the Doctor himself did not know.

“Did the psychiatrists your aunt, well I guess your parents now, sent you to, ever made you think I wasn’t real?” the Doctor asked Amy in another moment of silence in the TARDIS, again, while Rory was gone.

“Why do you insist in my childhood?” Amy asked a bit annoyed.

“I don’t know.” He answered, and he honestly didn’t.

Amy smiled, believing him, because that’s all she did. “If you must know, they tried to make me believe that, sometimes I pretended they were right. But no, not really, I always knew you were somewhere out there, looking for a way to come back to me, I never doubted you, I should’ve, but I never did.”

The Doctor looked at her, a serious expression on his face, “I do lie sometimes, Amy.”

“I know,” she sighed.

“But I promise you, I swear to you, when I say I’ll go back to you, I mean it. I will never leave you somewhere unprotected. I know you can take care of yourself, and I know you have Rory, but Amelia Pond, I will make sure you’re okay. Always.”

She rested her head on his shoulder just for a second, “I know.”

Rory looked at them from one of the top rooms of the TARDIS, considering something he thought he never would, trying to brush the option away but still failing miserably.

Rory Williams. The nice, likable kid.

“What is it with you, people?” The Doctor exclaimed, “Why do you always need to have everything?”

“Says the man that goes to museums so keep score.” Amy shot back, mocking him.

Rory let out a big laugh, “You what?”

“Shut up, both of you!”

Amy and Rory laughed together even more. The Doctor tried to look annoyed, but he let out a tiny chuckle, he couldn’t help it.

Amelia Pond, Rory Williams and the Doctor. The TARDIS team, a good team.

Something changed that day. Something Amy and the Doctor couldn’t quite put their fingers on, but Rory could.

The change happened in two close moments.

It was yet another near-death experience for Amy, maybe not as dangerous as past ones, the Dæmons (or goat men, as Rory called them), had gotten her, but had not been able to defeat her brilliance.

She ran outside, towards the Doctor and Rory, scratched and bleeding from her leg, face and arms. Rory was ready to catch her, to cure her, to take care of her. She ran, smiling from the thrill, like she always did.

The first thing she did when she reached them was hug the Doctor. One moment.

And it was that second moment right after the hug when everything was decided. The Doctor took her face and caressed the scratches, cleaning out the blood with his fingers. It had been three seconds at most when Amy leaped onto Rory and hugged him before entering the TARDIS.

Rory wasn’t angry at Amy, and he wasn’t angry at the Doctor. Deep inside he knew it was inevitable.

The next day was the day Rory packed. Silently, as silently as he could before Amy or the Doctor woke up.

He climbed the stairs from his and Amy’s room to the console of the TARDIS. It wasn’t long before the Doctor appeared.

“Rory! How nice to see you out so soon!” The Doctor said, almost nonchalantly.

“Doctor,” Rory said, determined, “I want you to take me home. To Leatchworth.”

The Doctor stared at Rory for a moment, “Okay, I’ll – I’ll take you and… Amy back. Is there –“

“No. Amy’s staying here,” Rory’s confidence faded into a whisper.

The tiniest hint of a smile appeared on the Doctor’s face, a hint not even Rory noticed, he cleared his throat, “Have you two talked about this?”

“No, not really.”

“Not really?”

“She doesn’t know,” Rory’s voice came out strained.

The Doctor was quiet for what seemed like a long time before speaking, as if he was choosing his next move very carefully, “Why?”

Rory thought about his answer, even though he already knew what it was, he wanted to lay it on the Doctor carefully, but it was just too simple, “Because she’s in love with you.”

“No, she’s not! She’s in love with you, you’re her husband!”

“She is in love with you, Doctor! And you’re in love with her,” Rory said, now completely calm.

Before the Doctor could react, Amy came rushing up the stairs, “Hello, boys!” she jumped the final step enthusiastically, “You” she began, kissing Rory on the lips, “were up early.” Rory gave her a tiny smile. “What’s going on?” she asked, now aware of how the Doctor was looking at her and at Rory.

“Ask your husband,” he said, turning back to the console, pretending to be setting up something. Thinking Rory would maybe believe he was telling the TARDIS to go to Leatchworth, but he was still expecting Amy to convince Rory, and frankly, the Doctor himself, that he was being ridiculous.

“Rory?” Amy stared at her husband.

Rory held her hands in his, “Listen, this is not going to be easy,” he sighed.

An impatient Amy hurried him, “Rory, what is it?”

“I’m leaving. The Doctor is setting up the TARDIS to Letchworth right now.” Rory blurted out.

“You’re what? What?!” She turned to the Doctor.

He looked up from the console quickly, his head turning from Rory to Amy several times, “No, I’m not.”

“Wha-“ Rory started before being interrupted.

“You’re leaving?! What do you mean you’re leaving, are we leaving?” Amy sounded so concerned it broke both of the boys’ hearts.

“No,” Rory answered, his voice breaking, “You’re staying.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I am, Amy, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re not, Rory, you can’t, why? What are you even doing? Please don’t.” The realization of what Rory was saying was pouring into Amy’s head like hot lava, and she didn’t want it there.

The Doctor wanted to argue with Rory as well, but he knew better than that after all these years, when they wanted to leave, he had to let them.

Rory gathered his thoughts, “Amy, you should stay with the Doctor. You should be with the Doctor. You love him.”

“I love you.” Amy said, tears starting to leave her eyes.

“I know. Just not as much as you love him, and it’s okay, it really is. Amy, I waited for you two thousand years so you could be happy and you will be with him. I will be okay, I promise you, even being considered your number one man means more than words can express.” Rory placed a kiss on one of her hands and let go of her.

Everyone stayed quiet, and this time, the Doctor did set the TARDIS to Letchworth, pulled the lever, and for the first time used the blue stabilizers. Maybe that way, Amy would feel it less.

She cried silently, turned away from Rory as he stared at her in sadness.

“We’ve landed.” The Doctor said quietly.

“Well then,” Rory began before running down stairs, coming back with one suitcase, “I guess this is goodbye.”

The Doctor went to him, hugging him tightly, “You were brilliant, Rory Williams.”

Rory smiled, hugging back, “Thank you.” He turned to Amy, who was still crying, “I do love you, it’s why I’m doing this.”

Amy stayed quiet, she turned and kissed him, really kissed him. When they pulled apart Rory turned for the door, “Visit me, okay?” he said turning to them, and then closed the door behind him one last time. Amy ran to it, the hot lava on her head suddenly burning more than ever.

The Doctor stopped her, “Amy – Amy, we can’t stop him, believe me.”

“Let me go!” She fought, “I have to!”

“Hey, hey!” He held her body tight to his as she fought with all of her strength, “Stop!” he yelled. That seemed to do it, she cried, but she stopped fighting. “Come here,” the Doctor whispered, turning her body to face his and hugging her, running his hands through her hair.

They both got better as days passed, talking more and more. Both had pondered over the reason why Rory had left, silently.
Until that one day.

“Are you in love with me, Amy?” The Doctor was the first to ask.

She was quiet for exactly thirty two seconds before whispering, “I think I have been my whole life.”

He stood up from the chair beside the console and stood in front of her, one of his hands tracing her face and placing her hair behind her ear, he left it there and simply looked at her. He slowly leaned in, foreheads touching first, then noses, lips. It was a tentative kiss, timid, sweet, beautiful.

He pulled back, “Hey,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” Amy answered, her eyes still closed.

“Gotcha.” He smiled, his hands moving to her hips and pulling her close.

She laughed, almost like a sigh, and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Gotcha.”

Amelia Pond and the Doctor. The girl who waited and the raggedy man she waited for. A beautiful, impossible girl and the madman with a blue box.

He’d always loved happy endings.

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Friends cut

rp_ks_lova — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 03:00:53 GMT

I made a HUGE friends cut right now. If you can't see the rest of my entries. You were cut.

I'm sorry, nothing personal, I just needed to do it.

If I never talked to you, I didn't know who you were, I didn't remember you. you didn't comment in my last post I made like 4 moths ago about Friend cutting. Yes, you were cut. I cut approximatly 100 of you. I did need to do a Friend cut. If I know who you are, I talk to you, I like you, then you did not get cut. Simple as that.
Maybe I made a mistake, so comment here, please! If you commented on the Friends cut post and I cut you, PLEASE tell me, I make mistakes! If you do know me and we've talked and I cut you, tell me and I'll judge.

If you think what I did was unfair or you want to call me a bitch or love or something, comment here. Whatever you want about this Friends Cut.

What makes me excited for green? What makes it a YA lit book?

rp_ks_lova — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 23:42:00 GMT

Hayley Anne Perkins’ writing is always a treat; it’s always something that stays in a memory collection. That is the key to a good book. To make it unforgettable. Hayley makes everything she writes, from a summary to a paragraph, unforgettable. It sticks with the memory of its reader and I believe that is the most amazing thing an author can do.

All I know about Green comes from the LJ community for the Metempsyche series and from Hayley’s official website; honestly, I have never been more excited for a book. You have a completely normal girl, Lindy, going into a journey. She discovers that her existence and the universe existence are the same one. That makes me want to read it, her self-discovery handled in that way. Not only that, but she meets a boy, Daniel, who is also something else, something especial and something she needs. A love story. A werewolf falls in love with a girl whose existence is the universe, it sounds so captivating. It is captivating, it makes it exciting.

I want to read this book ever since I first heard of it. It was in a comment in LiveJournal, Hayley had the summary, that was almost a year ago, I believe. I am so excited for it still and I am excited that a lot of people want to read it as much as I do, and that the ones that have love it. I am excited for everything that is the Metempsyche series.

Tribocharge confirmed all my expectations that had been building up. It’s written in such a pure and perfect way that you almost can’t believe it is all fantasy. My excitement for these series keeps building up, with Tribocharge and the small excerpts we get; they just keep on confirming how amazing this book is going to be.

Young people will be interested in Green because it handles natural and pure subjects that are completely identifiable, only it gives them surreal elements that give them more essence. When I think of a YA lit book I go to that same word, 'identifiable'. They are identifiable for Young Adults, and as I’d said, they stay in their memories; Hayley has the power to do that with Green.

Mythology, fantasy, love, natural problems and fantastic problems combine to make this story a desirable one to read and I’m sure an amazing one once you read it.

FOJ

rp_ks_lova — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 22:12:29 GMT

Selective adding. Comment to be added.

If you are looking for my fanfiction, look at the post below. Sometimes I will post FO fics here, but my public fiction is in another journal.