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[explanation]
While I was writing Riddle of the Blackbirds this was an assumed backstory, but it didn't fit the storyline and clashed with the storytelling.
But then I realized that I'd already had DVD Extras at the end of the fic so hey! Might as well have deleted scenes too, ne?
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So I present to you
While I was writing Riddle of the Blackbirds this was an assumed backstory, but it didn't fit the storyline and clashed with the storytelling.
But then I realized that I'd already had DVD Extras at the end of the fic so hey! Might as well have deleted scenes too, ne?
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So I present to you
Riddle of the Blackbirds
DVD Extras -Giving 'Way
spanish in italics
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Jeffery Sands crouched down and sighed.
"Kid, I need to tell you this. Because knowing him," and he jerked his head to the demented heated sunspot of musicalness (even now strumming away), "we'd probably go belting off someday with nothing but our asses to the wind and two guitar cases."
He held the palm-sized, leather-covered book very seriously in front of the kid.
"And this is very important. It contains all that you need to know in life, and has carried me through thick and thicker."
Chicle took the book carefully and opened it up. The yellow and pink highlighter screamed loudly and shrieked against the neatly-penned green ink crowded against the type.
"It's only partly in Spanish but you're a smart kid."
Sands face was very still.
"And it's. I. Well you, kind of." He scratched at the edges of his scars, then noticed that he was; paused, then resolutely scratched some more.
"I would be dead, still," the kid said firmly. "I saw you come out of the building," he added.
And that's why Sands was giving up his metaphorical bible. Someone was onto something when they'd said that "out of the mouths of babes comes wisdom"; he'd always found his notes from when he was shorter much more useful than any other advice. But it's not like he can read anymore, and this kid here might even add to it.
He pressed a pen to the kid's hand.
"Don't forget to write."
And kid took the pen and, Sands somewhere knows, nodded.
The man named El continued to play like he was deaf, like he was feeling the song through the vibrations.
[]The dogeared dictionary is marked with highlighted typos and commentary and there is copious advice scrawled in green around the swear words. It's to be a gift.[]
Sabrina reference:
"What was he like when he was young?"
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"...shorter."
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The yellow and pink highlighter screamed loudly and suddenly I can smell the pages, the must of years hard use and misuse and abuse, and the volitile chemical of the fresher markings. But most are far older than that, and no longer acrid.
"Don't forget to write." This line brought tears to my eyes again. Dammit. I want that kid to live. But not all tears are an evil. And death is not the end, no.
The man named El continued to play like he was deaf, like he was feeling the song through the vibrations. Not deaf, no, nor blind like sands, but definitely missing some basic faculty, some "sense" but not one of the five, and he certainly has the sixth in spades.
el is missing the seventh sense, perhaps: vivarum
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oooooooo.
::glompity:: youfeedbackso.neat.
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It takes me out of the reality that most of the world inhabits, and takes me to a very different place, a world of unexpected twists and of beauty and joy and pain and purity and ugliness and sorrow and ecstasy and shocking truth.
But without the nasty flashbacks and side effects. At least one hopes.
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So:
"Don't do drugs, read fic!"... ? =)
but yeah, it's. thank you. ::hugs tight::
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Oh no no! By all means,
kill the whelpdo the drugs. Just be sure, very sure, whether it's the drugs or the fic, that it's the good shit.'Cause that bad stuff, it's not healthy for the ol' grey matter. And drugs can be dangerous too, mate.
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http://www.baymoon.com/~ponderosa121/bbirds.jpg :D
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OhMyGOD. The sunglasses on the skull! The Day of the Dead poster!! The--is that blackbird smoking?! ::GLOMP:: and the font and the textures and SQUEEEEE.
::curls self around your legs:: omg you are so. neat.
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Yeah, I'm just spamming you now. :D
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[font color="gray" size="1"], for instance with pointy brackets instead of square ones changes color and size. To stop the formatting, put in [/font] change the color and the sizes however you like (I usually use sizes 1 and 2)...
italics are simply [i] and [/i]
bold is [b] and [/b]
alignment is a bit trickier. if you just want center alignment it's just
[center] and [/center]
if you want right alignment it's [p align="right"] (*p*aragraph align right) and [/p]...
to scootch the words away from the sides of the window: [blockquote] and [/blockquote]
break lines: [hr]
play around with them some, it gets more than a bit fickle sometimes...
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LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE
You = brilliant.
I will now go to sleep and dream of
lovely acid-trip sandsMéxico.no subject
Oh. my. fuck. that's.
Woah.
This is resonant and it reaches out of the screen and grabs you and it shakes and, the, wah. It's like a poem put to song, only the song's not any song and more like a musical discord, a pounding of keys on an off-tune organ, but the sound is unholy and gorgeous and.
It's like a deep splotch of colour on a screen, complimentary and chaotic and the bitter taste of paint in the air and.
It's just, you see how acutely predatory he is, but then, how human. But then how he grew up fighting and how he'll go down fighting still and.
Wow.
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*cuddles* :D
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