There Will Come Soft Rains, by Sara Teasdale

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

SPN people, there is a het exchange

I signed up. So should you!

One of the prompts I submitted in my signup was this: "Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore." Farenheit 451

Someone has to write this. You guys. It must be done.

Supernatural 5.16

Last week's episode was so utterly meh that I couldn't be bothered to do a reaction post. This week gave me a bit more to work with. Spoilers. ( Read more... )

Last post of the day, I swear!

Marry, F*ck, or Kill #45: Pie

Because I always have pie on the brain. And I swear, this is definitely my last post of the day. I'll take the rest of my unending malarky to twitter.

Three characters, people, animals, vegetables or minerals are given, and you must choose one to marry, one to f*ck and one to kill. No fence sitting. No halfsies. Ya gotta choose.



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