ozit

Writer's Block: Words to Live by

2012-01-04T05:51:06Z

If ya can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullshit.

ozit @ 2011-12-31T00:53:00

2011-12-31T00:53:33Z

I like to think of myself as a dyslexic agnostic insomniac. I stay up all night wondering if there is a dog.

"The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye.

The story of love is hello and goodbye.

Until we meet again." - Jimi Hendrix

My Fav Quotes

2011-12-31T00:50:57Z

"What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person." - John Green, Paper Towns.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - William Shakespeare

"I hate when business gets in the way of art."

“I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.” - David Levithan

"Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary." - Oscar Wilde

"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel." - Reinette

"Spirituality can bind us, while religion can separate us." - Jared Padalecki

"An artist without a pen, a writer without words"

“An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, and despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but will never be broken.” - Ancient Chinese proverb

"Show business. We're all here because we're not all there" - Michael J. Fox

"Family don’t end with blood. Love don’t end with good times." - Supernatural/Fan

"I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched." - Edgar Allan Poe

"What you do with your life is only one half of the equation. The other half, the really important half, is who you're with when you're doing it."

"Oh my God, they got the Professor." - Arachnophobia

“I’m not really very good with bosses. I got a job when I was maybe 22 as a waiter, because I thought, good hours, flexible, whatever. There were five days of training at this restaurant, and on day 3, I came in and the manager said, “Hey, Misha, are you growing a beard?” And I said “No.” And he said, “Well then, you need to go to work with your face shaved.” And I said, “Fuck you, and I quit.” - Misha Collins

"Just like when you're little and you wanna believe Santa Claus is alive. Fuckin' Santa Claus is dead." - Mike 'The Situation'

"I had a friend once who had three arms and six toes. You ain’t from Mars, kid, you just like dick. "

“Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.”

“Freedom is a length of rope. God wants you to hang yourself with it.” - Castiel

"I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled and I did it -- all of it -- for you. And you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world. And I lost everything -- for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself." - Castiel

“I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand which I love so well.” - William Shakespeare

"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid." — Albert Einstein

"If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance,
baffle 'em with bullshit."

"There was some quote I read recently that said 'believe you can or believe you can't- either way it's true'. People try to tell you everything is so hard to do and so hard to get into but those are people that have never tried." - Peter Trainor

Calvin: You can't just turn on creativity like a tap. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes: What mood is that?
Calvin: Last-minute panic.

"She did send a message out asking for it to stop as it was affecting her mental state to have traffic cones appear outside our house at all hours of the night."

"I used to do drugs. I still do, but I used to, too" - Mitch Hedberg

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em" - William Shakespeare (Twelfth Night)

High tech, low life.

ozit @ 2011-05-15T02:40:00

2011-05-15T01:40:15Z

Estar contigo o no estar contigo es la medida de mi tiempo.

A Tragedy Fit For Shakespeare (Dean/Cas)

2011-05-07T22:02:07Z

Castiel walks through the snow of an elderly woman’s garden in Tibet. She stares out her window, but she can’t see him. She is lonely, as lonely as Castiel is. He feels an affinity with her, especially this past year. He visits her often, merely watching. As she looks through old photo albums of her family that never visit, of her husband, dead for too many years, so many that she has almost forgotten the sound of his voice. Castiel listens as she cries, and he wishes he had that luxury.

A brother…As if what I really needed was a brother. I have enough of them, enough siblings intent on destroying me and everything I love. You think I betrayed you? No, you betrayed me. Your words betrayed me. I did everything for you and I know you know why, you can’t hide it. As I tell you again and again that I did it, all of it, for you. This time you can’t even look me in the eye. Ashamed, you’re so ashamed of how I feel for you and what it has driven me to. You try to give it perspective, calling me family, brother. You know this is so much more…yet, I know you’ll never admit it, and I know you will never feel for me what I feel for you. I’m an angel, you’re a human…and you will never understand.

[fic] Dirty Trench Coat – Dean/Castiel - PG-13

2011-04-24T14:05:47Z

Title: Dirty Trench Coat
Author: Brooklyn Quaint (castielsmitesyou.tumblr.com)
Rating: PG-13
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: War in Heaven etc
Warnings: Swearing, Homosexual love (No stuff of a sexual nature besides kissing)
Word Count: 3,010

Notes: I wrote this before the episode with the line of dialogue in it aired, so I didn't know about the Titanic thing etc.

Summary: Balthazar flippantly tells Dean that Castiel is in love with him. Dean can't let it go so he decides to ask Cas if it's true. Angst then follows.

~

Balthazar: I think you’re confusing me with the other angel, you know the one in the dirty trench coat who’s in love with you?

Dean’s eyes widen and he flushes red. Sam awkwardly stares at Dean waiting for his reaction.

Dean: Shut up. Are you gonna help us or not?

Balthazar: You might be able to speak to Castiel that way, but you will notspeak to me like that.

Sam: Balthazar, wait! Look, I’m sorry…Dean’s just feeling a bit emotion.

Dean: Sam! I am not!

Sam: Shhhh! We’re sorry, please help us, and we’ll do anything we can to help you in future.

Balthazar: Well… if I must, I must. I expect it’ll at least earn me some brownie points with darling Castiel.

Dean rolls his eyes.

Dean: Fine, great. So, we need that amulet, the demio…Sammy?

Sam: Demileo Artis.

Dean: Yeah…we gotta shut this son of a bitch down for good.

————————————————————————————————————————————

Later. Back at Bobby’s.

Castiel: Dean. Sam. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there earlier…I was otherwise occupied. I trust Balthazar handled things?

Sam and Dean recover from the shock of Cas’ sudden and unannounced appearance. As usual.

Sam: Uh, yeah. He loaned us the Demileo Artis and-

Dean interrupts

Dean: And we took that fucker down!

Castiel: That’s good news. However, with ‘The Mother’ still at large that will be the least of your foes.

Dean: Gee, Cas. Thanks for that.

Castiel: Yes. How is your search for her going?

Sam: It could be better. I guess we’re closer than we were before. We’ve certainly been meeting more of her children resently.

Dean: Yeah, and the more monsters the closer we are to the bitch.

Castiel: OK. Well, I’m glad everything worked out today. Balthazar can be a great ally when he wants to be.

Dean: Yeah, right. He just wanted to do it to kiss your ass.

Castiel’s expression is confused as he begins to reply to Dean. However, he is interrupted by Sam.

Sam: Oh, shit! I forgot Bobby. He wanted me to pick him up from town half an hour ago.

Dean: He’s gonna be pissed, good luck with that, dude…

Sam continues to swear as he grabs the car keys and runs out the door.

Castiel: Your friend Bobby is an angry man. I do not envy Sam currently.

Dean: Yeah, well, we’re not the only ones that got friends with issues.

Castiel: What do you mean?

Dean: Your friend Balthazar. He’s like Oscar Wilde meets Neil Patrick Harris.

Castiel: I don’t understand those references…

Dean sighs.

Dean: Never mind… actually, he said something earlier and uh…

Castiel waits for Dean to continue. Though it seems Dean is questioning if he should.

Castiel: Dean?

Dean: Look, I dunno if he was just tuggin’ my chain or what. Ya know, I guess he likes to do that, but uh…he said you were in love with me.

Castiel blinks for a moment.

Castiel: Oh.

Dean: I feel like I need to ask you straight out. You’ve done a lot for me and Sam…you’ve done a lot for me. The shit you’ve gone through. I always wonder why you bothered.

Castiel: Yes. I expect that my feelings for you are something to do with that.

Dean: So, it’s true?!?

Castiel: My understanding of human emotion is limited, but I think what I am experiencing is being in love with you.

Dean just stares at Castiel, wide eyed. He begins to breathe heavy and slightly lose his composure.

Castiel: I wasn’t going to mention it.

Dean: Fuck. Fuck…I don’t know how to deal with this.

Castiel: Well, you’ve asked me. I think it’s only fair I ask you. How do you feel about me?

Castiel’s heart begins to race as he finishes the sentence. What is he doing? This wasn’t suppose to happen this way, it wasn’t suppose to happen at all.

Dean: I don’t think I can answer that.

Castiel: Why not?

Dean begins to pace back and forth in the room. Running his fingers through his hair, then finally pinches his brow as he begins to speak.

Dean: Look, Cas. I know there is something between us, OK? I just…I don’t think I have it in me to find out what. Our lives, they’re so fucked up. We have so many people depending on us. This thing we have, it can only make things worse.

There is a long pause between them. Castiel looks down, taking in what Dean said. He closes his eyes briefly before he replies…

Castiel: Why would you ignore something…that I gave up everything for.

Dean: It could never work.

Castiel rolls his eyes and sneers at Dean.

Castiel: Typical, Dean. You never want to pursue your own happiness.

Dean: How do you know this would make me happy? If you haven’t noticed you’re an angel possessing some dude. I like chicks, Cas. I don’t like nerdy angels in dirty trench coats.

Castiel: Fuck you.

Dean is shocked at hearing Castiel bluntly lash out, especially in such a human and emotional way. He can see Castiel’s face getting redder with anger.

Dean: I never asked you to feel this way.

Castiel: I never wanted to feel this way!!!! I killed my family, I rebelled against everything I ever knew, and I died twice. It’s not enough for you! You used me and in doing that you changed me. You knew all along how I felt. What else but love can inspire a being to risk it all? How am I suppose to deal with these feelings?! You made me feel these things and you knew it! This war, it’s all for you. To save you, because if humanity dies, then you die. I can’t let that happen. If it was between you and anything, it would always be you, Dean.

Dean has to look away. He did know, he knew all too well. There’s a long pause between them.

Dean: I’ve been a jerk to you. I wanna push you away. You’re important, and I don’t want you to be. When people are important to me, they end up dead or worse and you’ve died for me enough. I never asked you to give up everything, dammit. You’d be better of without me in your life.

Castiel: My heart wouldn’t be. It is my choice to stay here and help you and Sam. I am under no orders. Don’t push away my efforts just because you’re scared of them.

Dean shakes his head.

Dean: I don’t understand this love you have for me. You saw me, all of me, in Hell. Doing the things I did there. How can you love this?

Castiel: I love you unconditionally. I love you because of those reasons. I know all your flaws and I love you in spite and because of them. I love everything that makes you, you.

Dean: I don’t deserve that.

Castiel: After all this time. You still don’t think you deserve to be saved.

Dean: You, better than anyone, should understand why.

Castiel moves slowly towards Dean and stares deeply into his eyes.

Castiel: Yes, and I can assure you this self-loathing is in vain. You have to stop blaming yourself for every bad thing that happens, Dean.

Dean: I can’t.

Castiel resigns himself with a sigh.

Castiel: I know…but why can’t you just let yourself love me?

Dean takes a step back and looks down. He closes his eyes for a moment and speaks.

Dean: Ya know…It’s so different finally having someone look after me. I’m not used to it. I guess I took advantage of it, like a spoilt child. I can’t love you, Cas. I don’t have any more love to give.

Castiel: That’s not true. I’ve seen your heart, and it’s big enough to love a million times over.

Dean is about to reply but is inturrupted by Castiel.

Castiel: Why did you go to Lisa?

Dean: (shocked) What!?

Castiel: Why did you go to her? Why did you forget me for a year?

Dean: Sam made me promise to go on with my life, to be with Lisa. She’s perfect and I thought I could’ve had the perfect life. I didn’t forget you, but how could you be part of that?

Castiel: Perfect life, could you really? Was it really that perfect, Dean? I doubt it. That’s not the life for you. That will never be the life for you. That’s the life Sam wanted, but never you. You can’t put everything in a neat little box, that’s not who you are. You cant live a boring hum drum life, you’re more real and more alive than that.

Dean: So, you think I’d be better with you? What? On the road fighting demons until I’m dead or too old? You popping in by my side any time you’re on a lunch break from running your prison up there?

Castiel: It would be a hell of a lot better than living a lie. At any rate, I wouldn’t be visiting you from heaven…I would stay here with you. All you had to do was ask, but as usual you always take the hard way, the way that will cause you the most turmoil and pain.

Dean: I care about Lisa and Ben.

Castiel: Don’t lie to yourself, you care about what they represent.

Dean: Screw you.

Castiel: You went there and used those people, just like you use Bobby and everyone else. All to protect Sam. All because your father took your childhood and replaced it with responsibilities an adult could barely handle.

Dean: Don’t you dare talk to me about fucked up fathers. Your father abandoned us all, and royally screwed you angel bastards up. Everything’s gone to shit because he doesn’t give a damn any more.

This clearly strikes a chord with Castiel.

Castiel: I’ve heard enough. Live in denial as long as you want Dean. For all the ways you are strong, you are weak in so many others. You will never let yourself be happy. Balthazar was right, you have and will only ever cause me misery.

With that last exchange Castiel is gone. Dean stands there, eyes red, heart pumping. He puts the palms of his hands up against his eyes.

Dean: Dammit! God dammit!!

He punches the wall, cracking the filler slightly and potentially breaking a few bones in his hand. He doesn’t care.

Dean: Fuck it, fuck it all. You son of a bitch. Why do you do this…why the fuck do you do this to me…

———————————————————————————

Sam knew something was up with Dean and he guessed Cas was involved somehow as they hadn’t seen him for months. No real news from heaven. They bumped into Balthazar a couple weeks ago on a hunt that turned out to be the flamboyant angel stealing a 16th century torturing blade haunted by the spirits of its victims. Apparently it would be of use to Cas and his fight…They didn’t want to know how or why.

The look Balthazar gave Dean was full of disdain, Sam had to do a double take. Something had definitely gone on with Cas but neither was letting Sam know what.

Back at the motel Sam finally had enough.

Sam: Look Dean, when are you gonna tell me what happened with you and Cas? It’s been months and we haven’t seen him, and you’ve just been moping about. Any time I mention him you change the subject. What the hell happened?

Dean: Nothing.

Sam: Bullshit. Tell me!

Dean: Look, Sammy. I said nothing happened so nothing happened, ok?

Sam: I don’t believe that for a second.

Dean: Believe what you want, ain’t changin’ anything.

Sam: Sometimes I’m still surprised at how stubborn you are. Ya know, if you’d just admit it to yourself.

Dean: What?

Sam: Do you think I’m dumb? I can see that you and Cas, it’s not exactly your standard bromance. I think he is in love with you.

Dean: No.

Sam: He is, and you need to either be his friend and let him down or tell him you just want to keep things professional.

Dean sighs and looks Sam dead in the face. Broken and desperate looking, Sam wasn’t betting on Dean getting this emotional this fast.

Dean: I know Cas is in love with me, okay? I didn’t say I wasn’t in love with him.

A beat.

Sam: What!?

—————————————————————————————————

The basement of Danderlee Manor in Effort, Pennsylvania 2 weeks previously. Sam and Dean’s patience wears thin after discovering Balthazar is behind some strange happenings in the town. They stand with him in the old house and Sam can’t help but notice the tension in the air.

Sam: Is there a plot device around here?

Dean: What?

Sam: The bathroom? I need to use the bathroom…

Balthazar: Upstairs to the left. I thought moose had bigger bladders.

Sam shoots Balthazar a look as he leaves. Dean and Balthazar are alone together and everything has become a lot more uncomfortable.

Balthazar: You are a piece of shit directly from Golgotha, and I was there so I’d recognise it when I see it.

Dean: You loud mouthed prick. You caused this.

Balthazar: Please, a blind man could see Castiel’s feelings for you. You knew, you choose to ignore it. You’re a weak pathetic fool. You had the love of an angel and you threw it away like it was worthless.

Dean: That’s not true.

Balthazar: It is true, you don’t deserve to be even standing here right now. He means nothing to you.

Dean: No! Cas means a lot to me.

Balthazar: You won’t give feelings about anyone besides your brother the time of day. You don’t know how to return feelings. You’re selfish.

Dean: I know how I feel and I don’t have to prove a fucking thing to a fruitcake like you.

Balthazar: Don’t self-project on me, Ape.

Dean: That’s it, I’m outta here. We’re done. Enjoy your thieving. Sammy! Let’s move!

————————————————————————

Dean lies down on Bobby’s bed. Bobby’s bedroom…not that Bobby ever slept in it, it’s probably been weeks since he’s even been in it. Always falling asleep on the couch with a book in his hand.

Alone. Dean doesn’t like to be alone these days. Can’t stop thoughts of that angel infiltrating his head. It’s been 6 months now. Not hearing the sound of wings as he enters the room, not hearing that gravely voice, not seeing that constantly crooked tie. Damn. What have I done?

Dean: Dear Castiel, we need to talk…please. We can’t leave things like this. Just get your feathery butt down here…just for a minute, give me enough time to tell you how I feel and get this chick flick moment over with…

Nothing. No wings. No gravely voice. No tie or trench coat to be seen.

Dean: Dammit, Cas!!! Please. Don’t ignore me. I know I deserve it, but God dammit, don’t ignore me!

A flutter.

Castiel: Blasphemy isn’t a way to appease me, Dean.

Dean: Cas!

Castiel: Why have you called me here? Haven’t you said enough?

Dean: I haven’t. At least, I didn’t say the right things.

Castiel: I don’t think you’re capable of that.

Dean stands up and walks over to Castiel.

Dean: Look, it’s been 6 months. I…I can’t stop thinking about you. Any time I’m alone, I just…I don’t know what I’m doing here, ya know? You mean something to me. You mean more than anyone that ain’t family’s ever meant to me. It’s scary and yeah, I’m being a pussy about it but I dont know how to deal with it… so I just haven’t been. But not dealing still don’t change anything, I do love you. I’m in love with you, and I wanna be with you, but, Cas, I don’t know how it can work.

Castiel lets out his breath, as if he’s been holding it the whole time Dean spoke. He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes.

Castiel: I’ve waited so long to hear you say that.

He looks back down at Dean. Eyes wet.

Castiel: Don’t you see? As long as we both care, why does it matter? Nothing has to change. We don’t need to buy a house and settle down, we don’t need to get a dog or have kids. We can just be, just be ourselves. You don’t need to change for me, Dean. It is already perfect.

Dean smiles weakly. He brings a hand up to Castiel’s shoulder and pulls him in, resting his forehead against Castiel’s.

Dean: I think I finally get it. No pressure, right?

Castiel: Never. I’m no fool, I’m aware of how things are right now for the both of us, and who knows what the future will bring. As long as we can be there for each other, what does it matter?

Dean closes his eyes and grins.

Dean: Yeah, what does it matter.

Dean tilts his face and presses his lips against Castiel’s. Castiel gasps slightly and grips Dean’s arms. He moves his lips against his angel’s, and then Castiel gives in and does the same. He runs his tongue along the bottom of his angel’s lip, and Castiel licks his back. The kiss is soft and tender and over all too quickly.

Castiel: Kissing someone you love is so much better than my brief previous experience.

Dean chuckles.

Dean: Kissing you is better than my expert knowledge.

He winks at Castiel.

—————————————————————————————————

Sam never found out what had happened between Dean and Cas. Dean had left the room after practically admitting his feelings to his brother, but when he had seen how Dean looked at Castiel the next time the angel graced them with his presence, he kinda figured they’d made up. He’d always suspected something was up with his brother and that angel, no matter how hard Dean tried to hide it when they weren’t alone. The fact that Dean slapped the angel’s ass as they left the motel room only confirmed this further.

THE END

[fic] A Love Lost, Is A Love Found – Dean/Castiel – NC-17

2011-02-19T04:21:33Z

Title: A Love Lost, Is A Love Found,
Author: Brooklyn Quaint (ozit)
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas
Spoilers: War in Heaven etc
Warnings: There are male special bits or 'private areas' involved.
Word Count: 1415
Summary: Cas shows up in Dean and Sam's motel room, he's been whumped. Can Dean comfort him?

~

Dean and Sam return to the motel room after a long day dealing with an over active dog spirit in Effort, Pennsylvania. Who knew Fido could be so vengeful?

Dean’s first in, he turns to set his duffel down in the twilight of the room when he sees some movement at the window. Pushing Sam back, he pulls out his gun and slowly switches the light on.

“Don’t move, Shit-for-brains!”

It takes him a moment to realise the figure hunched over by the window is actually Castiel. He makes no move to turn around and greet the brothers.

“Cas?”

No reply.

Sam tries, “Hey Cas, what’s up?”

Cas clenches his fists as if he’s willing himself to reply, but can’t. Dean approaches him.

“What the hell’s going on, Cas?”

Dean reaches a hand out to turn him. His face is beaten, he looks tired and pathetic. Dean is visibly shocked. It’s been a while since he’s seen Cas physically injured.

“What happened to you!?!”

Cas stares into Dean’s eyes for a moment, a hopeless look, as if he wishes Dean could fix things, but knows he can’t.

He shutters in an attempt to speak.

“D-Dean…I…I’ve lost” , and at that Castiel breaks down, he turns back to face the window and clings to the frame as hiccups of emotion escape him.

Dean grimaces.

“The war in heaven? So, what? Is it the apocalypses all over again?” Sam stresses while he tries to understand.

Castiel can’t reply.

“Sam, can…can you give us a minute here?”

“Unn…Ok, sure.” with a look of confusion on his face, Sam leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

“Talk to me, Cas”

Castiel tries to silence his sobbing. He turns to Dean, tears streaming down his face.

“I got away b-but they’re hunting me. I’ve ruined everything. I’m useless”

He covers his face with his hands and cries into them. Dean can’t hold back any more. He grabs Castiel and pulls him into an embrace. Cas clings to him as if Dean Winchester is his only life support. He weeps into his collarbone as he grabs at the shirt on his back.

“Hey, look, we can deal with this. Me and Sam, we’ll help you. It’s not like we haven’t dealt with dick angels before, right?”

Castiel pulls back from Dean, and while inches away from his face fixes Dean with a stare that is as if in that sentence was his salvation. Not that they would necessarily have a chance against Raphael, but the fact that Dean is willing to try, makes everything so much better.

Some time passes, who knows how long, as they stand there in each others arms and gaze at each other as if they can see their very souls. Faces so close, lips, eyes, lips. Neither ever wanting to initiate, yet both wanting, as they always do. Every time they come within inches of each other and stare for far too long. Well, not today. Sam is gone and Castiel is too broken for Dean to hold out on his feelings any more. It’s been obvious from the get go and now is as good a time as any.

‘Castiel needs this’, Dean thinks, ‘and…maybe I need it a little bit too’

Dean ducks into Cas’ personal space more until their noses are touching.

“Dean…” Cas begins to breathe heavier. Lips, eyes, lips, again and again until…door swings open and Sam walks straight on in. He notices the pair of them and nearly drops his soda.

“UHH”

“Sam! Get out!”

Sam quickly does a 180 and gets his ass outta there. He really is gonna have a lot to reflect on now.

“Uuggh, that big moose-head” Dean snarls after Sam.

Cas frowns and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I may have gotten you into danger just by coming here. I’m such a fool.”

Dean follows him over and sits beside him. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. We’re here for you to come to, God knows, we’ve come to you in this state countless times”

“That’s different , Dean. I’m an angel, I can do things for you, I can protect you. There’s nothing you can do for me”

Dean grabs Castiel’s face and turns it towards him, “Don’t. Ok? Don’t come here and give me that fucking attitude. We’ll fix this. Now, c’mere”, Dean releases his face and pulls Cas over by his tie to meet his lips. Cas’ eyes widen as he feels Dean’s lips on his own. Dean’s lips begin to move against his and a warm inviting tongue darts out over his lips. Cas opens his mouth to let it inside, colliding with his own. He throws his arms around Dean’s neck and pulls him closer. Dean collapses onto Cas as they fall back onto the bed. His thigh falls between Cas’ legs and Cas lets out a pleasurable moan into Dean’s mouth. He moves against him as Dean breaks away from the kiss. Instead Dean lines little kisses along his neck as his hands slide down to undo Cas’ pants. He rubs his hand along it and begins to stroke. Castiel thrashes in the bed and Dean has to use his other hand to hold him still.

“Hey, it’s OK. Just give into it”

Suddenly Cas glares up at him and then looks down at Dean’s bulging pants.

“I’m going to unzip your pants, Dean”

“…ah…OK, you do that” Dean chuckles.

With shaking hands Cas begins to undo Dean’s belt and then zip down his jeans. He stares at it for a while, seemingly taking it in, all the while Dean still strokes him.

“Can I put it in my mouth?”

Dean’s eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head, “God, Cas, you don’t have to do that”,

“But I want to”

“Ah…yeah? Well, I guess we could give it a try…you know not to bite it, right?”

“Give me some credit, Dean, the babysitter never bit the pizza-man’s boner”

Dean laughs, “So, that came in handy after-all”

Cas just rolls his eyes and pushes Dean over on his side. He pulls Dean’s shirt up and begins to kiss a line down from Dean’s belly button until he reaches the tip of his penis. He licks the tip, and Dean shutters.

“Ugh, Cas…”

Cas takes all of Dean into his mouth and begins to slide his lips up and down it. Curling his tongue around. Dean clutches at the bed sheets, breathing heavily.

“That’s so good, keep doin’ that…unn”, Dean moans as Cas groans into him. Moments later and it’s all too much for Dean and he explodes into Cas’ mouth. Cas briefly chokes but then rights himself.

“Dean, I’m really hard now. I need you to do something”, Dean is too busy basking in the after glow.

“Dean! Please!”

“Uhh, sorry. Why don’t I give that a try, huh?”, Dean pulls Cas up the length of the bed and turns him around until he’s lying flat. He wastes no time taking all of Cas into his mouth and sucking hard. Cas gasps and moans and digs his nails into Dean’s shoulder. He looks down at Dean, who really is sucking him off like a pro, but then he notices something. A red blemish on Dean’s shoulder where his shirt has been pulled up. Cas pulls it up more to reveal his own hand print, still there after all this time, scarred into the person he gave everything for. He runs his hand over it and Dean moans into his cock. Cas lies back and smiles, even though his world is tumbling down around him, it’s amazing how he can still find incredible happiness with this one human being. His breath starts to catch as he draws closer to climax. Dean scratches his nails across Cas’ stomach and he’s gone in a whirl of vibrant colours. Emptying himself into Dean’s mouth. Dean slows his pace and then finally stops and crawls up beside Cas. He wraps his arms around him.

“Ummm, I think a blowie was very overdue”, Dean smirks into Cas’ temple. Still shell shocked, Castiel says nothing and just relishes in the presence of the only being he’s ever truly felt for. Until they hear the door,

“Dammit, Sam! I said Get out!”

END

my facebook chat with mrk coleman!!

2010-05-22T21:05:49Z

Me

i love you
21:58Mark

o that so swwet thank you
21:59Me

youre welcome :):) i hope i can come to america and see you fight
21:59Mark

i hope u get the chance ,where u from
22:00Me

belfast, n.ireland

im hopefully going to the ufc in boston during the summer
22:01Mark

i might b there hope u make it
22:02Me

that would rock! keep up the good work ;);)
22:02Mark

will try stay in touch
22:03Me

i will message you and let you know how it goes!
22:03Mark

ok god bless
22:04Me

you too xox

ozit @ 2010-02-01T04:16:00

2010-02-01T04:16:29Z

Hi anyone

Buy my crap

http://shop.ebay.co.uk/mark52new/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=&_trksid=p3686

Gay Shakespeare

2010-01-28T22:00:56Z

Tybalt enters Benvolio's sleeping chambers.

Tybalt: Does my presence move thou?

Benvolio: Moved thou could speak. More so wary of your decide.

Tybalt: What reason for decide?

Benvolio: As thou appear ere me. 'Tis brandished like a red flag to a vexed bull.

Tybalt: I do not mean it so. I merely long for your attentions.

Benvolio: My attentions thou have. My trust thou do not.

Tybalt: And how can I make it so?

Benvolio: What do thou mean by your presence, do thou seek me out?

Tybalt: Nay, t'was a fate of god that I am here ere thou.

Benvolio: Must thou be so close?

Tybalt: I must. Your smell makes my heart grow and more.

ozit @ 2010-01-19T05:41:00

2010-01-19T05:41:39Z

check this out

http://pornotube.com/channels.php?channelId=274&m=1694998

ozit @ 2010-01-11T23:29:00

2010-01-11T23:29:27Z

fuck you san diego, goooouulet

lotr

2009-04-01T07:56:18Z

Me and Peter went to some Lord of the rings thing, we're in New Zealand by the way. Anyway, we met this guy that was in lord of the rings and we seen lots of props from the movie etc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ojbKTSoFM8

thats the guy we met, hes the one riding the big owl elephant, or 'oliphant' as its called is the geek circle ;)

ozit @ 2009-01-25T20:22:00

2009-01-25T10:19:32Z

Yes. I do still live in Australia, for anyone that has been wondering.
Just to be clear, I have been traveling around the world for a year, 12 months, and the 12 months aren't up yet. People keep asking me, so take note: No, I am not home yet. Yes, I'm in Australia. Yes, I have 5 months left of travel.

I'm going to New Zealand, Fiji and America. Just in case that is also forgotten.

Anyway. Back to business.

I can't remember where I left of...Did I write about Sydney? I'll check....nope, I didn't
So, wow, Sydney, that was a long time ago. Like 4 and a half months ago. Ummm, well, Sydney was great. It is a pretty small city, believe it or not. they don't even have much public transport. You can walk from one side to the other in 30 minutes. This isn't counting the suburbs by the way, just the actually city.

We stayed in a hostel and it was pretty nice, but as in had character. It was a little dirty, but not too bad, just enough to add character and not be totally gross, haha, and it was winter back then so it was cold too. But during the day outside, it was warm, warmer outside than inside, go figure. I should've took photos of it, it was a great place to stay. Anyway. It had a TV in the room, so we'd sit and watch the Olympics when we weren't out gallivanting. It's actually a really fond memory, I really enjoyed the Olympics, haha, the BMX and Diving etc Weight lifting. Good times. Now, to the gallivanting. We did all the touristy things, like going to the top of the Sydney tower right before sun down and watching the sun sink into the blue mountains...haha, well, we did. But not into the blue moutains, we actually didn't go see them. But yes, lovely, romantic, if only i had Paul Rudd there.

We went to other things, aquarium, cruise along the Sydney harbor and that er big opera house. All that jazz, theres photos on my bebo, so just have a look. But what I want to bring attention to is my last day in Sydney. We went to Taronga Zoo, in my opinion the best zoo in the world. that I've seen, so far. Two words. 'Leopard Seals'. Amazing, most amazing animals I have ever seen. So giant and graceful, it was like seeing a lion mermaid whale. Also seen a Platypus, crazy times. And tons of other amazing animals, see photos on bebo.

As cool as Sydney was. I have so much to write, so I'll have to leave it at that.

I lived in Melbourne for 3 months and 2 weeks, or a week and a bit. Anyway. I worked there and got my own flat there. The works. I have a lot to write about it obviously, it was 3 months after all. But I have lost interest in typing at the moment so some other time.

I'll just conclude with the fact that I am now living on the Gold Coast, in Queensland and have a job selling holidays to people over the phone. I have a house in the suburbs and I live with a bunch of Chinese students. Its traditional asian rules in the house, which is really cool. but anyway. they're all lovely. And me and Pete have a German friend called Maik and he lives down the road and has a pool. So aye, hes great craic. We go to the bar each weekend and cinema, beach etc the good times are rolling in! Also, the big musical festival 'Big Day Out' was 10 mins down the road from us, so we got to go there and see bands, not get in, but the gates where open in front of the two main stages, so heard and seen everything until about 7pm when they closed them. but could still hear. yay etc lifes great.

signing off

Death Cab for a Cutie - Into the Dark

2009-01-24T11:00:25Z

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles brusied by a lady in black
And I held my toungue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark

ozit @ 2009-01-14T22:59:00

2009-01-14T12:57:24Z

She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart Shaped box, for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey
wait
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

...your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on Angel Hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey!
Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
...Your advice

ozit @ 2008-12-14T12:24:00

2008-12-13T01:17:52Z

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

return to oz

2008-12-02T18:56:30Z

A love story emerges

Enter Chris Keller, a strapping, charismatic, blue-eyed, sexually ambiguous prisoner who became Beecher's podmate in Episode 2:4. Keller supported Beecher through the news of his wife's death, all while offering companionship, wrestling lessons and the apparent promise of a friendship with no agenda.

In a prison filled with cliques, power struggles and manipulation, Keller seemed like a godsend. The previously heterosexual Beecher was very quickly smitten — and within a few episodes, Beecher and Keller were exchanging declarations of love while kissing in the laundry room.

In reality, however, Keller was in league with Schillinger, and he eventually delivered Beecher over for a beating in which both his arms and legs were broken. About the men's relationships and the betrayal, which occurred at the end of the second season, Fontana says: “That was as far as I knew the story.” [laughs] “I mean literally, that was as far as ... So that what you discovered was that it was all a lie, that everything that Keller had done was a lie, and that was where in my head ... not that I was gonna leave it, but that's as far as I had in my head, about where it could go.”

He says that seeing Meloni and Tergesen in a fake romance was what inspired him to make it a real one: “The Keller/Beecher thing really grew out of the dynamic between the two actors, Chris and Lee, in the sense that my original intention was simply for Keller to be a classic sexual predator, using the Beecher character. But the chemistry between the two actors onscreen was such that I went, ‘Well wait a minute, there's more here and it's much more interesting than anything that I would have conceived of.' [...] It was exciting to see the dynamic between them, so that's why I stayed with that story in terms of Beecher 's development as a character.”

Part of the chemistry between the two actors came from the extent to which they invested themselves in their roles, so that even in their unscripted moments they were believable as two men in love. In fact, over the next four seasons, some of their most memorable moments would be wordless: Keller casually running his hand over Beecher's arm; the look in Beecher's eyes when he goes in to visit Keller in hospital after he has been injured; Beecher anxiously running his fingers through his hair before going in to see Keller for the first time after a long separation. The way Keller pauses for a moment before turning around when Beecher says his name.

Love, destruction, sacrifice

It helped that as the storyline unfolded it was less a story ‘about' sexual orientation than it was about the dual nature of any love: the desire to protect and care for someone versus the selfish desire to possess them at all costs. This conflict was particularly acute for the bisexual Keller, a prime manipulator whose relationships with men and women both inside and outside prison had been driven by a need to see if he could treat them badly and still get them to come back to him.

Aware of his own destructive tendencies in love, Keller struggled to attain the more noble aspects of sacrifice and selflessness. At the end of Season 4, he confesses to a crime that Beecher has committed in order to try and protect Beecher from Schillinger.

Fontana says: “What I thought would be interesting would be, if you take this guy who has been a sexual predator, and over the course of time, the lie of ‘I'm in love with Beecher' becomes the truth of ‘I'm in love with Beecher'. And how does that affect [Keller] and soften him and make him come to a different kind of place? I mean it's a classic love story in the sense that Beecher's genuine love for Keller changed Keller as a person, and kind of freed him to the point where, going from being completely selfish, he could then be completely selfless. But even so, was he [really]?”

In other words, can a leopard truly change its spots?

Sent to a different prison to await trial, Keller tries to push Beecher away - particularly since he knows that Beecher may be up for parole. But by the beginning of Season 5, after Keller's false confession has been discovered, Beecher is sent back to Oz. Throughout the sixth and final season, as Beecher once again has a chance at freedom, Keller becomes increasingly desperate and destructive in his efforts to keep Beecher with him.

Fontana says: “What I was going for was, what [Keller] said to [ Beecher ] in terms of ‘Run as far away from me as possible' [at the end of Season 4], was a genuine act of love. Because I think he knew of his own obsession. And he knew that the obsession would lead to a terrible outcome. So his impulse was to say ‘OK, I'm gonna push you away'. But ultimately, you know, the love becomes the thing that he knows he has to have. So hopefully it's about the complexity of love, because on the one hand, he loves Beecher enough to know that he's bad for him. And yet on the other hand, he loves him so much, he has to [try and] destroy Beecher, in a way, destroy his freedom, in order to possess him.”

Despite the increasingly dark turn taken by the relationship, Fontana says: “I do think that they truly did love each other. And in the way that love can be both blissful and brutal. They loved each other fully, it wasn't just hearts and flowers kind of love, it had all the bumps and grinds of a real relationship, and of an intense ... you know, kind of primal relationship.”

Beecher and Keller's unseen sex life

Keller and Beecher's romance certainly ran the emotional gamut. And, pre-Queer As Folk, it may have been more fully-realized physically than any other male/male relationship on American television. But in a show that never flinched from showing violent rapes between men, as well as several fairly graphic (if aggressive) male/female couplings, it was striking that Beecher and Keller never got much beyond kisses.

Surprised when this is pointed out to him, Fontana states that the lack of a sex scene was “totally unconscious on my part”, and certainly not the result of any network censorship: “Yeah, no, HBO didn't have any problems, HBO never told me don't do anything. So it wasn't HBO saying ‘Oh, Tom, please don't show two men having loving sex.' They didn't ... Nobody said that.”

He reflects: “I think [it was] because in my mind ... I think that the sex that we did see, which was fairly violent — even in the case, like, in the first season when Edie Falco's character [Diane Whittlesey] slept with Terry Kinney's character [Tim McManus], it was not an attractive sex scene, it was a desperate sex scene. And to go back to what I was saying before, the show was really about power and the lack of power. And the sexuality and the violence were used as a prism for an examination of power. And so a soft and loving sex scene between two of the characters probably would have been counter to what was in my head about why I was showing any sex at all.

“I mean, if you think about it, what would a sex scene between [Beecher and Keller] have been like? I mean because they did love each other, it would have had a kind of ... it would have had to be, like, nice sex. Which wasn't part of the tapestry of the show, is I guess what I'm saying, which is why instinctively I guess I never went there.”

Kidding, he adds: “But — you know, f*** it, let's go back and shoot the sex scenes between [Meloni and Tergesen]! They'd do it, those two clowns! They're ready!”

He is probably correct in saying this. The relaxed responses of the two actors to questions about their same-sex storyline, along with their passionate onstage kiss at the 2000 GLAAD Media Awards, were part of what endeared them to gay fans.

On a show that also had a large straight fanbase, though, Fontana says that he never found himself pressured or criticized for the Beecher/Keller storyline: “The audience never seemed to indicate that, and the network never seemed to indicate that, and the reviewers never seemed to indicate that.”

Comfort through brutality

Part of what made the relationship more acceptable to straight male viewers, in particular, may have been the sheer brutality of the world that Oz depicted. It was difficult for them to sneer at Beecher and Keller as weak or “faggy” when, on a weekly basis, the characters were dealing with situations that most men, whether straight or gay, would struggle to survive.

The show also had a Brokeback Mountain-like quality of simply presenting you directly with the men's raw experience, with no apologies or justifications offered for doing so. Where Will & Grace substituted Judy Garland jokes for sexuality, Oz took you straight to the heart of a dark, intense love affair, in a way that was hard to resist.

On IMDb.com, a female poster recalled watching Oz with her boyfriend, who shouted “No!” when he saw Beecher and Keller kiss. She thought he was reacting homophobically, but it turned out that he was shouting to Beecher: “Don't take him back, you idiot! He broke both your arms and your legs!”

One of the interesting things about Oz was that it drew several actors with a rap/hip-hop background — not traditionally a community friendly to homosexuality. In the course of the show's run, there were guest appearances from LL Cool J and Master P, as well as longer-lasting turns from performers such as Method Man, and Lord Jamar of the group Brand Nubian. According to Fontana, however, no-one on the show ever voiced a complaint about the Beecher/Keller storyline or the show's gay content — at least not to him:

“Oh, you mean in terms of an actor who wasn't involved in that story going, like, ‘Man, I can't believe you're doing that'? Um ... the truth is I can't answer that, because if they had I probably would have fired them.” He laughs. “And they probably knew that. Because ... you know, the whole ... What was wonderful about the cast of Oz was that they got the whole thing, they understood the whole thing, and so ... I mean if anybody had a problem with it, nobody articulated it to me. But like I said they probably were afraid to, because they knew I'd get pissed off. Because I don't think it's right for people to be criticizing other people's storylines.”

Getting to heaven from Oz

Within the show, other people whom you might have expected to be against the Beecher/Keller romance were the characters of Sister Peter Marie Reimondo (played by Rita Moreno), and Father Ray Mukada (played by out actor B.D. Wong), a Catholic nun and priest respectively, who served the prison population. In fact, both characters were sympathetic to the relationship, and even went out of their way to arrange for the lovers to meet. Speaking about their attitudes, Fontana (who served as Executive Producer on the 2004 documentary In Good Conscience, a film about the Catholic Church's stance on homosexuality) says that:

“The nature of the priests and nuns who work in prisons is very different from what those clowns in the Vatican do. And the American Catholic Church is ... once you get to that level of people who are committed socially to, whether it's prisons or whatever they're committed to, they don't make those kind of judgments. I know a lot of activist priests and a lot of activist nuns, and they wouldn't be in those jobs if they suddenly were trying to be dictatorial about, ‘Oh, homosexuality is this,' or ... the ones that I know.

“Now maybe there are people out there who are much more hard-nosed, but the ones that I know and the ones that I met [while doing research for Oz], specifically the people in the prisons, were really very open and loving, and understanding of the loneliness and the fear that exists in prison, and how that can generate different kinds of relationships. So, for me it was never an issue.”

None of this is to say that Beecher and Keller never met with any disapproval in pursuing their relationship. Kareem Said (played by Eamonn Walker), the leader of the Muslim prisoners in Oz, was horrified by homosexuality — a fact which sometimes put a strain on his otherwise close friendship with Beecher. Many of the prisoners had the predictable macho dismissive attitude about ‘fags'.

At the same time, the Beecher/Keller romance did fulfill the ideal of a same-sex couple on television whose relationship was open and acknowledged by everyone around them, who did not spend time agonizing over their sexuality, and whose issues as a couple were mostly unrelated to orientation.

Neither of the characters could ever have been described as role models. Their relationship was born partly out of restriction and loneliness, and it might never have happened outside of Oz. But in the way that relationship was written and staged, it always included an element of genuine love.

The relationship is ultimately a doomed one, but that love was evidenced from the very first introduction of Keller under the heading “Boy meets boy”, when the camera pans over Beecher and Keller's faces as one of the show's characters reads a love poem, to the promise that Keller makes Beecher as he is led off at the end of Season 4:

Keller: I'll see you.
Beecher: When?
Keller: Back here. Or in heaven.
Beecher: You really think we're gonna get into heaven?
Keller: Ah ... you and me together? God doesn't have the balls to keep us out.

OZ

2008-12-02T17:59:15Z

From the beginning, “this show's about power”

Premiering before Will & Grace or Queer As Folk, and running until 2003, Oz would arguably go on to do better than either of them in showing the full spectrum of male sexuality. The drama convincingly portrayed the myriad ways sexuality could be expressed between men whether gay, bi or straight. It would also give viewers one of television's most memorable male/male relationships in the long-running, powerful and complex romance between prisoners Chris Keller (played by Christopher Meloni) and Tobias Beecher (Lee Tergesen).

When Oz premiered, Fontana was simultaneously juggling another critically-acclaimed series, Homicide: Life on the Street which would have its own groundbreaking gay moment when Detective Tim Bayliss (Kyle Secor), was outed as a bisexual in January 1998. However, Bayliss' bisexuality never went beyond a few dates and discussions with co-workers. Fontana explained why the nature of Oz allowed him to go further in exploring the characters' sexuality than on Homicide:

“The thing is with Homicide, you know, we did so little about the detectives' personal lives, because what we really wanted was their characters to be revealed through their work. [...] Whereas the dynamic of Oz always was — because this show's about power — and so the element of sexuality as it relates to power... whether it's straight, gay, bi, or whatever... always was in play, from the very beginning.”

Indeed, from the beginning, the show featured gay characters prominently. Some may have been on the traditional ‘gay man' rung of the power ladder — namely, the bottom of the pecking order. Such was the case with first season character Billie Keane (Derrick Simmons), the effeminate brother of inmate Jefferson Keane (Leon), who needed protecting from the other inmates.

But later seasons also showed gay men who were unabashedly willing to assert themselves. Richie Hanlon (Jordan Lage), a gay prisoner who entered Oz in Season 2, quickly encountered sexual harassment from fellow prisoner Mark Mack (Leif Riddell), but was unwilling to take the abuse:

Mack: You're a fag. You suck dick. So what's the problem?
Hanlon: I suck the dicks I want to suck, so f*** you.

Being set in prison, however, the show also dealt frankly with the sexuality of prisoners who did not consider themselves gay, yet were driven into same-sex relations either through loneliness or through rape. One of the primary ways these themes were explored was through the character of Tobias Beecher. Beecher was a wealthy, middle-class lawyer, husband and father, who found himself in Oz (the nickname for the Oswald State Correctional Facility) after accidentally killing a girl while driving drunk.

Totally unequipped for prison life in the first season, Beecher fell prey to Vern Schillinger (J.K. Simmons), the white supremacist leader of the Aryan Brotherhood in Oz. Schillinger's homophobia did not prevent him from trying to rape any unprotected white man who came through the gates of the prison.

Beecher fought back from his initial “prag” (i.e. sexual slave) status, eventually establishing a level of independence from Schillinger, although the power struggle between the two men would continue till the end of the series.

Once free of Schillinger, though, Beecher also struggled with the loneliness that Fontana says was another central theme of the series:

“It wasn't that I was thinking, ‘Oh boy, here's an opportunity to show a lot of guys f***ing', it was really an opportunity, for me, to talk about the loneliness, and how the loneliness, in anybody's life, becomes compensated [for] [...] That's why in the first season I had the thing where [the governor] got rid of conjugal visits [for the prisoners], because I wanted the stakes to be intensified as opposed to there being this release.”

★

2008-05-16T00:48:26Z

We will lie under different stars...
I am where I am and you're where you are, you're where you are.

The proper lyrics to Ashes Divide = The Stone

2008-04-23T03:26:34Z

I've been pushing stones away
far from these shores
I pretend that it's all ok
Til on the brink of what can't be adored

We survive
Well we can change
So let it fade
Just let it go
We pretend so nothing does change
We're flowers never breaking
through the stone.

I pretended and prayed it
all away, searching for a
place to hide
But I don't need afflicted
memories to fade,
I just want to feel
something real inside.

We survive
Well we can change
So let it fade
Just let it go
We pretend so nothing does change
We're flowers never breaking
through the stone.

I've been pushing stones away
Far from these shores I..
Pretend that it's all ok
Til on the brink of
What can be endured

We survive
What we can't change
So let it fade
Just let it go
We pretend so nothing does change
We're flowers never
breaking through the stone

I was bored, I did quizes.

2007-12-29T05:34:35Z

You Are A Green Girl

You feel most at home in a world of ideas.

You're curious and logical - and enjoy a good intellectual challenge.

You're super cool, calm, and collected. Very little tries your patience.

Your only fear? People not realizing how smart and able you are!

What Color Girl Are You?

ironic lol

2007-12-29T05:17:45Z

You Belong in Australia

Ace!

Sunny, upbeat, and cute

You make the perfect surf bum

Now stop hogging the vegemite!

What English Speaking Country Are You?

yup

2007-12-29T04:41:29Z

Your Birthdate: July 6

For you, love is a natural progression from friendship. You are almost always friends first.

In love, you are loyal, steady, and honest. You are not a cheater or even much of a flirt.

You are likely to stay friends with your ex... and open to rekindling something in the future.

Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4

Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5

You are most compatible with people born on the 6th, 15th, and 24th of the month.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?

:)

2007-12-29T04:36:50Z

Your Birth Month is July

Introspective and intense, you tend to be a deep thinker.

You are quiet and spiritual - and you have a unique perspective on life.

Your soul reflects: Lightness, luck and an open heart

Your gemstone: Ruby

Your flower: Larkspur

Your colors: Green and red

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?