#it snowed here yesterday and so i started watchin winter shows!!!
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happy christmas season im obsessed with this mr. show skit still that has santa john ennis launching david cross into space and bob odenkirk stealing candy canes in the background
#personal thingys#absolutely iconic what a TREAT#it snowed here yesterday and so i started watchin winter shows!!!
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THE JONATHAN LARSON PROJECT. — 458 sentences from the 2019 album the jonathan larson project, conceived by jennifer ashley tepper! change pronouns as needed. trigger warning for mentions/discussion of abuse, sexism, homophobia, and oil spills.
GREENE STREET.
‛ i found the sun on a midwinter day. ’
‛ on a backstreet down in soho, there was snow on the ground. ’
‛ instinct told me to get out and search for a day. ’
‛ there goes a chic, chic baby on her way to a coup d’état. ’
‛ there goes a fella like me lookin’ for his day. ’
‛ there goes a boy in his mama’s arms. ’
‛ you can say what you can say. ’
‛ there goes a lover sittin’ and writin’ this song. ’
‛ i’m sittin’ on greene street! ’
‛ and i don’t mean money, honey. ’
‛ watchin’ the world waltz by. ’
‛ laughing the day away. ’
‛ there goes a man with a camera whose sunglasses shade his eyes. ’
‛ there goes a man who seems that he knows a star. ’
‛ there goes a tourist who’s scared to answer me. ’
‛ there goes a dancer too scared to answer me, an artist who winked as she passed by. ’
‛ an artist who winked as she passed by! ’
‛ all these people out in the street, too bad that no one wants to meet. ’
‛ too bad that no one wants to meet. ’
‛ everybody i see walks right by. ’
‛ would someone please look me in the eye? ’
ONE OF THESE DAYS.
‛ another failure, another flop. ’
‛ i should try another hobby, this has gotta stop. ’
‛ i feel like a tightrope walker without the wire. ’
‛ one more disaster, one more dud. ’
‛ it could be worse! at least this time no flood. ’
‛ at least this time no flood. ’
‛ at least this time no flood, though it’s the fourteenth time that i’ve almost caught on fire. ’
‛ though it’s the fourteenth time that i’ve almost caught on fire. ’
‛ maybe it’s luck! what is luck, how could this be luck? ’
‛ no one’s luck could be this bad! ’
‛ maybe it’s fate, maybe it’s time… ’
‛ one of these days i’ll find a way. ’
‛ i’ll make it to the top, leave ‘em all back in the dust. ’
‛ one of these days someone will say, ‘that boy will never stop!’ ’
‛ that day’s gonna be one of these days. ’
‛ don’t understand it, it isn’t fair. ’
‛ every time i try to prove myself results just aren’t there. ’
‛ i feel like a mountain climber without the peak. ’
‛ my sister laughs at me, says i’m odd. ’
‛ my mom and pop think i’m a punishment from god. ’
‛ i get looks from my neighbors that seem to say, ‘there goes that FREAK!’ ’
‛ sometimes i wish - no, i don’t - yes, i do, i wish! ’
‛ i wish that somehow i’d been born dumb. ’
‛ then i feel that something may change. ’
‛ i’ll rise above the throng. ’
‛ they’ll be amazed at who they see. ’
‛ one of these days someone will say, ‘i knew it all along.’ ’
‛ one of these days that’s what will be. ’
‛ god, can it happen today? ’
‛ maybe there’s been a mistake. ’
‛ let’s trade a failure for one minor miracle. ’
‛ i’m gonna be number one! ’
‛ i’m gonna be number one, at least in some one person’s eyes. ’
‛ one of these days someone will say, ‘you are my only one.’ ’
‛ i’m gonna fly, i’m gonna touch the sky. ’
‛ i’m gonna win, i’m gonna sin, i’m gonna never die. ’
‛ gonna glow, gonna flow, gonna click, gonna stick. ’
‛ gonna gain, reach, conquer, gonna make ‘em sick. ’
‛ gonna triumph, prevail, sail, razzle dazzle, glitter gleam. ’
‛ gonna see my face in every house on every screen. ’
‛ i’ll be the hero, i’ll change the world. ’
‛ and maybe in the end i’ll even get the girl! ’
‛ gotta believe it. ’
‛ i can see through the haze. ’
‛ a miracle’s in for a landing, gonna get here, gonna happen one of these days. ’
BREAK OUT THE BOOZE.
‛ the wolf’s at the door and i hear talk of war. ’
‛ somebody break out the booze. ’
‛ let’s grab some hooch. ’
‛ let’s get goopy and smooch. ’
‛ forget all this sob sister news. ’
‛ the world’s gettin’ lousy, so let’s go get drowsy. ’
‛ yes, right here and now-sy. ’
‛ let’s bow-wow these blues. ’
‛ the stars look poetic. the moon’s copacetic. ’
‛ crank up your jalopy and then we’ll get sloppy. ’
‛ we’ll call up our bookie and say to him: ‘cookie, lookie, we’ve nothing to lose.’ ’
‛ the times ain’t so jake, every bum’s on the take. ’
‛ got no cake, got no steak, just this ache in my shoes. ’
‛ the moon’s looking cheesy. your eyes say, ‘i’m easy.’ ’
‛ oh – it’s swell to be alive. ’
‛ oh – it’s the real mccoy! ’
‛ oh – give a yell, we’ll survive. ’
‛ waiter! who needs a mug? give me a bottle or a jug. ’
‛ the government’s awful, so let’s be unlawful. ’
‛ throw out the compass and let’s make a rumpus. ’
‛ this town’s getting screwy, so let’s go kablooey. ’
‛ it’s true if we get boo-hoo-y, we lose. ’
‛ let’s make it strange – hell! let’s get naked, angel. ’
OUT OF MY DREAMS.
‛ out of my dreams. ’
‛ out all night, kisses on the street. ’
‛ sidewalk, dance, september heat. ’
‛ stay in bed, love all day. ’
‛ fire, passion, every single way. ’
‛ go to work, mind on you. anticipating what we’re gonna do. ’
‛ nasty words on the telephone. ’
‛ alarm goes off, i’m in bed alone. ’
‛ you left my life. stay out of my dreams. ’
‛ thursday, friday, 3 am. ’
‛ buses, subways. us versus them. ’
‛ winter chill, skies look dark. ’
‛ monkey business in central park. ’
‛ coffee, cocoa, more whipped cream. ’
‛ vodka, brandy. was it just a dream? ’
‛ window shopping, christmas day. ’
‛ i wake up, all that was yesterday! ’
‛ try to stay busy. hard to stay afloat. ’
‛ will i be sunk by this lump in my throat? ’
‛ can’t think, can’t act, can’t find new roads. ’
‛ think i see you everywhere, my heart explodes. ’
‛ will i ever laugh? will i ever be the same? ’
‛ i’m tossing, i’m turning, i’m calling your name. ’
‛ maybe you’ll come back. that thought makes me weep. ’
‛ the only thing i do is i go back to sleep. ’
‛ stay out of my dreams. get out! ’
VALENTINE’S DAY.
‛ he was a greeting card candy cupid. ’
‛ there was a blizzard, it was twenty below. ’
‛ she was 15, clean, lonely and stupid, and as pure as the virgin snow. ’
‛ he pulled her in from the storm and the fire was warm. she didn’t have the nerve to say no. ’
‛ she didn’t have the nerve to say no. ’
‛ beat her till she’s black and blue and gray. ’
‛ draw a little heart. draw a little arrow. draw a little blood. ’
‛ v-v-v-valentine’s day. ’
‛ red wine, waterford crystal. chocolate kisses and lace. ’
‛ knives and chains and a pistol mounted on a wall, like scars on a face. ’
‛ he said he liked to play rough as he locked the handcuff. she knew it’d be tough to escape. ’
‛ she knew it’d be tough to escape. ’
‛ february winter in her heart. ’
‛ i said i’d show her normal love. she said, ‘too late to start.’ ’
‛ she said, ‘too late to start.’ ’
‛ now her fashion is basically leather. favorite color is basically red. ’
‛ and her passions change like the weather, as she dances from bed to bed to bed. ’
‛ and she feels like a fool, but she likes her men cruel. ’
‛ i doubt she’ll be cool till she’s dead. ’
WHITE MALE WORLD.
‛ bryant gumbel, decaf coffee, french vanilla ultra slim. ’
‛ pert shampoo with extra body, clinique, neutrogena. ’
‛ hey, madonna. ho, madonna, hey. ’
‛ stay-free, yeast-x, estee lauder. ’
‛ estee lauder, revlon, calvin klein’s obsession. ’
‛ advil, ultra-brite, no nonsense. ’
‛ diamonds are forever. ’
‛ it’s just another day. just another day. ’
‛ just another day in the white male world. ’
‛ salad bar, no! candy bar. ’
‛ yes. candy bar, no! salad bar. ’
‛ diet coke, no! diet rite. ’
‛ cellulite or cancer? ’
‛ yes sir, no sir. ’
‛ holly hunter, melanie griffith, meryl streep. ’
‛ spandex, reeboks. ’
‛ taylor dayne, stairmaster, oprah winfrey. ’
‛ let’s cut down a jungle. ’
‛ let’s go start a war. ’
‛ let’s go rape a co-ed. ’
‛ what a lovely thing to do! ’
‛ let’s drink beer and bust some heads. ’
‛ let’s all vote for jesse helms. ’
‛ let’s string up a faggot and a black guy and a jew. ’
‛ evian water, black lace push-up, billiard table, dirty words. ’
‛ skinny blue jeans, skimpy t-shirt. ’
‛ husband hunting, binge & purge. ’
‛ open your mouth and open your legs and open your purse. now – where’s the trojan? ’
‛ now – where’s the trojan? ’
‛ wait! don’t stop! too late, he’s finished. ’
‛ what if men got pregnant? ’
LA DI DA RAP.
‛ we all should be drinkin’ to abraham lincoln and get stinkin’ drunk in his name. ’
‛ it’s a good thing he’s dead cause he’d cry his eyes red, hang his head if he saw this campaign. ’
‛ singing hey la di la di, hey la di da day. ’
‛ lincoln! here’s mud in your eye. ’
‛ are we past our prime? or is this the time to climb from the slime, make america great. ’
‛ are we so hollow that we blindly follow and swallow whatever they put on our plate? ’
‛ just sing no! ’
‛ to handlers, sound bytes, madison avenue, cynical hollywood, la di da pictures. ’
‛ tabloids, images, wrapped up facts in relation, slim control. ’
‛ la di da you drama la di da de da de la di da. ’
‛ pour some ales for old roger ailes and danny quayle’s his protégé. ’
‛ in ‘96 his looks, his tricks make tricky dick’s crime passe. ’
‛ i’ve had it up to here. ’
‛ here’s mud in your eye! ’
IRON MIKE.
‛ on a starry black night at the base of mount hogan, beyond horsetail creek and anderson bay. ’
‛ from the port of valdez sailed a ship, bound for long beach. ’
‛ over one million barrels of crude stowed away. ’
‛ to the left of the wheel in the bridge of the upper deck under the compass, was he. ’
‛ navigation computer, the captain and fisherman’s friend who could steer perfectly. ’
‛ they called him iron mike. ’
‛ in the dead of the night he steered the way through the darkness. ’
‛ iron mike didn’t see the red light on the reef. ’
‛ he’d been known to throw back one or two. ’
‛ yet no one thought twice when he set autopilot and retired below with the crew. ’
‛ from the two am stillness came the cry of the third mate. ’
‛ someone better go wake up the chief! ’
‛ yet by then it was too late. ’
‛ the starboard tanks had 12 foot gashes cut out by bligh reef. ’
‛ the forget-me-nots cried and the salmon all died and the fisherman wore black armbands. ’
‛ and the spokesmen from exxon said, ‘no major damage,’ though six million gallons remain in the sands. ’
‛ and from rocky point down to mount freemantle, you can still see the black film on the soil. ’
‛ and the echoes rebound throughout prince william sound of half frozen animals, choking in oil. ’
‛ who’s at the helm of this ship of state? ’
‛ we’ve in for some rough navigation. ’
‛ we have the power – the hour is late. ’
‛ gotta get tough and clean up the nation. ’
‛ black rainbows of exxon lightgrade again flowed, like hot fudge in a big apple spill. ’
‛ the detection machine had malfunctioned quite often, repair procedure so hard to enforce. ’
‛ and down on prall’s island, the cleanup begins. ’
‛ and the horror continues till we chart our own course. ’
‛ it’s the dead of the night. ’
‛ we can steer a new way through the darkness. ’
‛ we must see the light for relief. ’
FIND THE KEY.
‛ she’s walking, he’s sitting. ’
‛ he plays a dark c-minor chord. ’
‛ it’s like the keyboard is his heart. ’
‛ he hears the clock, he hugs the cat. ’
‛ he hugs the cat… no. he kicks the cat. ’
‛ he pumps the volume higher. ’
‛ a fire’s just about to start. ’
‛ why can’t, why can’t i? ’
‛ why can’t i, why can’t i find the key? ’
‛ why can’t i find the key? ’
‛ door closes – he freezes. ’
‛ he sees it’s hard to end duets. ’
‛ he lets his fingers feel the way. ’
‛ he loves her, he’s lost her. ’
‛ he’s hearing melancholy strings that sing the things that he can’t say. ’
‛ he can’t imagine what he should have said. ’
‛ it’s all been said and sounds cliché. ’
‛ he’s at the bridge between his head which says, ‘it’s dead,’ and his heart which says, ‘don’t let her get away.’ ’
‛ she’s gone now. he’s singing. ’
‛ he’s singing. he hears no two part harmony. ’
‛ he hears no two part harmony. ’
‛ he looks around – this can’t be real. ’
‛ this can’t be real. ’
‛ depression, a dark progression. ’
‛ why can he only sing it? ’
‛ what will it take to make him feel? ’
‛ and then somehow it ends. ’
HOSING THE FURNITURE.
‛ hello my lucite coffee table. someone spill a little milk on you? ’
‛ tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. ’
‛ one – more – twist! that’s better now. ’
‛ silly little me, me, me, me, me, me, me! ’
‛ i’m singing in the living room. ’
‛ what’s the time? fifteen minutes. ’
‛ pour the bleach, put the finishing touches on the dinner. ’
‛ the dog – the dog – the dog. still outside. ’
‛ my nails! my god! a chip! ’
‛ tom likes wonder bread with turkey. ’
‛ tom was preoccupied last night. ’
‛ is it me? is it – ’
‛ do i have enough milk? ’
‛ oh stain stain, down the drain. ’
‛ i can see myself in the coffee table, pretty as i was on my wedding day. ’
‛ pretty as i was on my wedding day. ’
‛ i’m as pretty as the coffee table. we’re so pretty! ’
‛ we’re so pretty! ’
‛ ah! what? you scared me. ’
‛ who were you talking to? ’
‛ who? no one. ’
‛ what’s all this? ’
‛ why are you acting so weird? ’
‛ you know i’m hosing the furniture. ’
‛ and when i hose, i sing to myself. ’
‛ who do you think cleans up? some elf? ’
‛ no sweeping – no mops. in no time it’s wheeeeee! ’
‛ when i’m hosing the furniture i’m free. ’
‛ i’m free – i’m free! ’
‛ now run along and play – i’m concentrating. ’
‛ you know your father likes to come home to that ‘just decorated look’... ’
‛ raindrops are falling on my couch! ’
‛ what’s the time? thirty minutes! ’
‛ martinis, cut the flowers for the dinner. ’
‛ the dog – the dog – the dog. hasn’t been fed. ’
‛ my hair! my god! a gray hair! ’
‛ tom likes onion cocktails. ’
‛ tom nodded off again last night. ’
‛ i get treated like dirt! ’
‛ i can see myself in the drapery. ’
‛ am i pretty as i was on my wedding day? ’
‛ am i pretty as the drapery? are we pretty? ’
‛ are we pretty? ’
‛ don’t you care? ’
‛ do i look mad? my happiness grows! ’
‛ who needs dad when i’ve got the hose! ’
‛ this house is a reflection of me – modern, graceful, easy, simple – synthetic. ’
‛ modern, graceful, easy, simple – synthetic. ’
‛ in everything i see my reflection. ’
‛ do i really look so simply pathetic? ’
‛ what? pull the trigger! ’
‛ soon it’s gonna rain on the bookshelf. ’
‛ what’s the time? 120 minutes. ’
‛ dry turkey, look relaxed for the dinner. ’
‛ the dog – the dog – the dog. the dog died last year! ’
‛ my blouse! my god! a crumb! ’
‛ i can see myself in the television. ’
‛ i was pretty on my wedding day. ’
‛ i was pretty as a television. we were pretty. ’
‛ we were pretty. ’
‛ a minor flood never hurt anyone! ’
‛ sometimes i wish this hose were a gun. ’
‛ just joking – see, i’m laughing. ’
PURA VIDA
‛ we are the people. ’
‛ we are the people who float on the river. ’
‛ we run up to the hill, we run down to the water. ’
‛ birds laugh and the sun, she smiles. ’
‛ and the trees, they dance in the wind. ’
‛ we race against time. ’
‛ we race for pure life. ’
‛ we need the people. ’
‛ we need the people who live on the river. ’
‛ find a pace, find a speed. ’
‛ nowhere to stop in big water. ’
‛ fish fly and the rocks play games and the trees sing out in the wind. ’
‛ sing in harmony. ’
‛ can we endure this race? ’
‛ can this race endure? ’
‛ we need the people who live in the forest. ’
‛ ‘ust there be finish lines? ’
‛ can’t the world drum like the water? ’
‛ the rivers will dry, and the birds will die. ’
‛ and the ghosts of the trees will cry out in the wind. ’
THE TRUTH IS A LIE.
‛ the berlin wall wasn’t destroyed, it was dismantled brick by brick. ’
‛ it was dismantled brick by brick. ’
‛ it was dismantled brick by brick and reconstructed on capitol hill, on the congressional floor. ’
‛ the money spent on one stealth bomber couldn’t wipe out homelessness. ’
‛ george bush never said, ‘read my lips.’ ’
‛ the peace dividend didn’t pay for the war. ’
‛ don’t look out the window. don’t go to the mirror. don’t you know what you will see? ’
‛ don’t you know what you will see? ’
‛ martin luther king and the kennedys were fictional players in a mini-series, just like charles manson and princess grace. ’
‛ bensonhurst was a publicity stunt. ’
‛ aids is a myth, first amendment’s fake. ’
‛ the sun revolves around the earth and the holocaust never took place. ’
‛ the truth is a lie! ’
‛ love does not exist between consenting members of the same sex. ’
‛ two plus two is five. ’
‛ the human body is revolting. ’
‛ we always will thrive. ’
‛ children don’t learn to hate from their parents. they catch it like german measles. ’
‛ they catch it like german measles. ’
‛ the moon is cheese and everyone should own a gun. ’
‛ women ask to be black and blue and pregnant their entire lives. ’
‛ the earth is flat and the white man knows what’s best for everyone. ’
‛ don’t you know what you might see? ’
‛ don’t look at the picture. don’t go to the theater. don’t you know what you will see? ’
RHAPSODY.
‛ i turn a corner, see a rat in the rubble as i try with all my might to put it out of mind. ’
‛ as i try with all my might to put it out of mind. ’
‛ i step on some budweiser glass. a limousine drives by. ’
‛ a rich man turns a corner, sees a rat in the rubble. ’
‛ he raises his smile glass window and reads the wall street journal. ’
‛ sky’s not free. river’s not free. i’m not free. life’s not free. ’
‛ life’s not free in the city. ’
‛ i’m told i too must wear a tie or they’ll fire me from my boring nothing job. ’
‛ i guess a tie is the ornament of establishment. ’
‛ i guess a tie is the ornament of establishment, though it seems to me to be more of a leash than a bow. ’
‛ though it seems to me to be more of a leash than a bow. ’
‛ so many people hounded to the pound. ’
‛ so many people collared to the dollar. ’
‛ okay, freedom is a state of mind. i agree. ’
‛ but i need the elements to remind me why. ’
‛ but i need the elements to remind me why with all this steel and concrete and noise about money. ’
‛ with all this steel and concrete and noise about money. honey, you get tunnel vision. ’
‛ honey, you get tunnel vision. ’
‛ you forget that there’s earth below the subway and beyond the ‘scrapers, there’s sky. ’
‛ i plan a day in the country with you. ’
‛ having gotten home from work last night at 12:30 am. ’
‛ having fallen asleep last night at 3:30 am because i couldn’t shut down my mind. ’
‛ because i couldn’t shut down my mind. ’
‛ the city never sleeps. ’
‛ as the phone rang this morning, your sweet was calling, i looked at that clock. ’
‛ how i hate that damn clock. ’
‛ i excuse myself from our date. ’
‛ see, i had to be back by mid-afternoon. ’
‛ and i know these are lame excuses and i’m so damn sorry. ’
‛ i’m so damn sorry. ’
‛ i know it’s important, but i feel like i’ve gotten my priorities beaten out of me. ’
‛ but i feel like i’ve gotten my priorities beaten out of me. ’
‛ but i feel like i’ve gotten my priorities beaten out of me with a rolled-up new york times. ’
‛ and this leash keeps tanking on my tie. ’
‛ i love ‘rhapsody in blue’ too. it’s just that he was rich when he wrote it. ’
‛ it’s just that he was rich when he wrote it. ’
‛ and only the rats, the roaches, the rubble and the rich men are free in the city. ’
SOS.
‛ this may be my final message. ’
‛ this may be the final bow. ’
‛ i’m sure i don’t know what will happen. ’
‛ i’m sure i don’t know what will happen. does it matter anyhow? ’
‛ does it matter anyhow? ’
‛ i hear footsteps down the hall. ’
‛ don’t know how much they’ll allow. ’
‛ if you’re waiting for the last reel, i think the time is now. ’
‛ i think the time is now. ’
‛ sos, oh, savior! ’
‛ sos, oh, hero! ’
‛ sos, messiah! ’
‛ yes, oh yes, oh! ’
‛ sos, oh jesus! ’
‛ sos, oh buddhal! ’
‛ sos, emmanuel! ’
‛ this may be my final hour. ’
‛ this may be the dying day. ’
‛ though they never taught me why in school, i think i’m learning how to pray. ’
‛ i think i’m learning how to pray. ’
‛ they are right outside the door. ’
‛ don’t know why they keep on stalling. ’
‛ i know you’ve heard this all before. ’
‛ i know you’ve heard this all before, but it’s the last time that i’m calling. ’
‛ but it’s the last time that i’m calling. ’
‛ sos, almighty! ’
‛ sos, oh yahwah! ’
‛ sos, oh mighty zeus! ’
‛ sos, oh allah! ’
‛ does anybody hear? ’
‛ does anybody hear? answer me now if you do. ’
‛ answer me now if you do. ’
‛ is anybody there? ’
‛ is anybody there? i need you. ’
‛ i need you. ’
‛ this may be the curtain call. ’
‛ does it matter anymore? ’
‛ i asked why. that’s why i say make a try. it’s only a play. ’
‛ that’s why i say make a try. ’
‛ it’s only a play. ’
LOVE HEALS.
‛ like a breath of midnight air. ’
‛ like a lighthouse, like a prayer. ’
‛ like a flicker and the flare the sky reveals. ’
‛ like a walk along the shore that you’ve walked a thousand times before. ’
‛ like the ocean roars, love heals. ’
‛ there are those who shield their heart. ’
‛ those who quit before they start. ’
‛ who’ve frozen up the part of them that feels. ’
‛ in the dark they’ve lost their sight, like a ship without a star in the night. ’
‛ but it’s alright. love heals. ’
‛ love heals when pain’s too much to bear. ’
‛ when you reach out your hand and only the wind is there. ’
‛ when life’s unfair, when things like us are not meant to be. love heals. ’
‛ when you feel so small like a grain of sand, like nothing at all. ’
‛ when you look out at the sea. that’s where love will be. ’
‛ that’s where love will be. ’
‛ that’s where you’ll find me. ’
‛ you’ll find me. ’
‛ so if you fear the storm ahead as you lie awake in bed. ’
‛ no one there to stroke your head and your mind reels. ’
‛ if your face is salty wet and you’re drowning in regret, just don’t forget. ’
‛ don’t forget. ’
‛ don’t forget love heals. ’
‛ love heals. ’
PIANO.
‛ when the world is a constant jumble and a wall or two decides to tumble. ’
‛ when i think i’m at the end of the line. ’
‛ when i think i’m at the end of the line, somehow i get to you in time. ’
‛ somehow i get to you in time. ’
‛ somehow i get through to you in time. ’
‛ oh piano, you saved my soul again. ’
‛ you saved my soul again. ’
‛ oh piano, you saved my soul, amen. ’
‛ you saved my soul, amen. ’
‛ i may not play like a concert man, but i got a song to sing. ’
‛ but i got a song to sing. ’
‛ i may not play like a concert man, but i got soul. ’
‛ but i got soul. ’
‛ piano, save my soul. ’
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Cry Of A Falcon | 2
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Inspiration: Vikings Season 3, episode 2
Viking AU!
Word count: 2k
The next morning you woke up to Tayte curled into your side, soft snores coming from his lips and you smile, stroking his head and kissing his cheek.
Carefully you turn around, but Bucky isn’t in bed anymore and you slowly get up, greeting the baby in your stomach with a happy good morning.
You are lucky that your sickness in the morning went by a few weeks ago and you are feeling better than before.
Slowly you waddle to the front door and open it, letting some fresh air inside. You take a deep breath and look around, noticing the first frost of this winter laying on the grass, making it twinkle in the morning sun.
“Good morning, little doll”, Bucky smiles when he sees you and walks up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and lets his hands wander to the place his child is growing.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright, Bucky. Don’t worry too much, the gods will have an eye on this child”, you smile and kiss him again, his chuckle rumbling in his chest.
“I know. But I still worry about my wife. I wasn’t there when you carried my first child, so I don’t want to miss anything this time.”
“I know. I love you, Bucky.”
He grins, a look filled with love and adoration for you.
“I love you too, little doll.”
“Freya really blessed you”, the other voice makes you look past Bucky and to Stigan, who is sitting on a bench in your garden.
You bite your tongue and smile, while Bucky kisses your head and turns you to look at the man.
“Yes, I truly believe that she blessed this marriage. Even after all the hardships in the beginning.”
“The Gods love to test us, don’t they?”, the old man says and stands up, making his way to you both. Bucky hums softly, but you feel the tightening of your stomach again. The feeling that something is off with the way he says it. Like he knows something you don’t.
“They just show us that we are strong enough to face the world and fate they created for us”, you answer, keeping your head high and voice strong.
Bucky smiles and squeezes your waist.
“Wise words, wife.”
You smile at him and pat his hand, letting him know that you want him to loosen the grip.
“I will see after our son”, you say and walk back into the house, escaping the piercing gaze of the wanderer.
“How long will he stay here, Bucky”, you ask your husband while cleaning the dishes from dinner. The wanderer went out, something about praying to the Gods to thank them for your hospitality and a good continuation of his travels.
Bucky looks up from his dagger he cleaned from the blood of his hunt today.
“Why, little doll? Is there something wrong?”
You sigh and let your hands soak in the water, the warmth seeping into your skin.
“I just have a bad feeling with him being here.”
Bucky lays down his dagger and walks to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His fur tickles your neck and you lean back against him, feeling him press a kiss to your head.
“I noticed that you were behaving strangely around him. Where does this come from?”
“I don’t know, Bucky. It’s just a sickening feeling in my stomach”, you explain and Bucky hums, gently swaying you side to side.
“Maybe it’s the baby that confuses your body, little doll. Stigan is a silent and attentive guest, he didn’t do anything wrong. Are you sure that it’s that bad of a feeling?”
You shake your head and kiss his jaw, dropping the topic. It’s clear that Bucky doesn’t think bad of the man in your house and maybe he is right. Maybe the baby in your stomach makes you feel so terrible.
“Everything alright?”, Bucky asks and you nod, continuing to clean the dishes, enjoying the warmth of your husband around you.
The next few days, the wind picked up and brought some snow to the village. Tayte was excited and wanted to play outside every time it started to snow again.
Bucky and you were more concerned, the snow came too soon and you still haven’t prepared everything to survive the cold.
So your husband goes hunting daily, taking his friends with him and leaving you alone with the strange wanderer in your house.
Stigan still didn’t leave, the snow now hindering him to move along. Even when Bucky said that it may just be your baby making you feel sick, you still don’t trust the man, keeping your son as far from him as possible.
Tayte was too young to understand the mistrust you place on the man, but he follows your orders and stays by your side, never to be left alone with the wanderer.
“Be careful, Bucky”, you press a kiss to his lips and he smiles softly, stroking your cheeks.
“The gods will look over me, little doll. Don’t worry.”
You smile and nod, letting your husband go on his daily hunt again. He brought some good meat and furs the last few trips, but you still need a bit more, especially with the additional mouth to feed.
Shaking your head, you make your way back to the house and to the fire, bringing it to life again while rubbing your hands together. You have to brew some mead today and dry some meat.
“Lille bamsen, could you bring me the meat your father brought yesterday?”, you call over your shoulder and grab a knife from the counter.
When you don’t hear an answer, you frown and turn around, letting your eyes flit over the room. Why isn’t Tayte here? He was in bed before Bucky went on his hunt.
You only left him alone a bit to say goodbye to your husband just behind the stables.
“Tayte?”, you call out and walk into the bedroom, but the furs are empty. Worry climbs up your throat and you turn back, rushing to the door and throwing it open.
Cold wind bites your skin and you shiver, looking left and right for the little boy.
“Tayte?”, you shout again, but still no answer, only the wind howling back at you.
You step out the door and call out again, noticing that Stigan is missing too.
“Tayte, answer me!”
The flap of some wings makes you look up and you see a falcon perched on the fence of your stables.
It watches you, really watches you and tilts his head to the side. Something wise lays in his eyes and you pray that this is not a bad omen of the Gods.
“Tayte?”, you whisper softly and the falcon screeches, before it flies off and you have a feeling that you should follow it.
You run after the bird, nearly tripping when you reach the forest. The falcon screeches and you hurry after it, fear gripping your chest again.
You know this way, this way leads to the lake which will be frozen over by now. You pray to the gods that Tayte won’t do something stupid. He is only three years old and you have no idea if the stranger is with him.
The falcon breaks through the last trees and you see the lake, frozen over as you thought.
Your heart stops in your chest when you see the brown haired boy looking over the lake, the wanderer talking to him.
You rush to them when you see your boy making his first few steps onto the ice, his arms outstretched when he tries not to slip.
“Tayte!”, you scream for your boy and he whirls around.
You hear the crack even from the distance and you cry out for him when he falls through the ice and into the freezing water below.
The wanderer just looks at you and walks away, not sparing your son another glance. But you don’t pay him any mind, you run to the spot where Tayte vanished and tears gather in your eyes.
“Tayte”, you carefully step onto the ice and slide to the hole, seeing your son struggling against the water and the cold temperature.
Quickly you take his hand and try to pull him out, the ice cracking under your weight and you have to blink rapidly to clear your eyes from the tears.
“Don’t die. Please don’t take him from me”, you sob and pull stronger, Tayte’s head coming up and gasping for air.
“Mama”, he screams and you hold him, fear for him consuming you and you feel the ice crack even more under you.
You have to save him, it doesn’t matter what happens to you, you have to save your son.
“I got you, Tayte. Just hold on”, you try to calm him and pull harder, fighting against his heavy clothes and your own fatigue from your pregnancy.
You feel the ice giving way under you when suddenly two pairs of arms wrap around you and Tayte, pulling you off the ice when it finally breaks.
You land on the ground with a painful yelp, your body curling into itself. Tears stream down your face, your arms shaking and you sob, the excitement making place for the fear you felt and still feel.
“You are alright, (y/n). Look at me, wife”, hands cup your cheeks and make you look up at familiar blue eyes. You sob loudly and throw yourself into the arms of your husband, mumbling apologies and trying to tell him what happened.
“Hush, little doll. You are safe, you both are”, Bucky sways you gently and you feel your son pressed into your side. Bucky holds you both, warming you and thanking the Gods that he came here in time.
“The wanderer.. he... “, you look up at Bucky and he nods, kissing your head.
“We will take care of him later. Let's get you home and warm you both up.”
He lets you go and takes Tayte into his arm, wrapping his arms around the shivering boy. Steve and Sam, who stand beside you, shrug off their furs and Steve hands his to Bucky to wrap around your son and Sam puts his on your shoulder.
“Thank you”, you smile at him, but he shakes his head and kisses your forehead.
“I’m just glad we got here in time, (y/n)”, he wraps his arm around you and leads you back through the forest and home.
Bucky walks beside you, calming down Tayte and Steve watches you all, a frown etched onto his face.
“How did you find us?”, you ask, accepting the hot mead from Steve and sigh when the heat seeps into your skin.
Tayte is laying beside you, bundled in furs and warm clothes and close to the fire to warm his freezing body. Bucky strokes his hair and has a hand around you, wanting to be close to you both. Making sure that you are safe and still with him.
You lean closer to him and he presses a kiss to your temple, lingering there and sighing heavily.
“A falcon”, he says softly, watching Steve and Sam sit beside you. “It perched on a tree beside us and screeched the whole time. It didn’t let up until we tried to approach it and it flew to the next tree. Steve had the feeling that something was wrong and we followed it.”
Bucky stops and you feel his hand shake on your skin. You set down your mead and take his hand, kissing his palm.
“We are here, Bucky. You came at the right time”, you whisper and he shakes his head.
“I should have listened to you, (y/n). You told me that something was making you feel bad and I just brushed you off. What if we wouldn’t have been there? I would have lost everything, my son, my unborn child and you. Everything.”
“Bucky…”, you cup his cheek and turn his head so he looks at you, his eyes shimmering with tears and you smile softly.
“Yes, someone wanted us ill intentions, but the Gods watched over us and lead you to us. This wasn’t meant to be the end and I don’t love you any less for not listening to me. We are here, Bucky. Look at me, look at Tayte. We are here.”
Bucky stays silent for a bit and looks at you, then his eyes drift to his sleeping son and lastly to your stomach.
“I love you”, he whispers, choking down a sob and you wipe his tears away, pressing your lips to his.
“I love you too, Bucky. We all love you.”
Steve and Sam watch you and smile, happy to see the love between you. To see their friend happy and safe in your arms.
“Thank you, Sam and Steve. I can never repay the debt of you saving my child”, you turn to the men and they smile softly, shaking their heads.
“We are just thankful that you are still here with us. Bucky would probably have followed you”, Steve says and you hum, knowing that he was right.
If Bucky had lost you, he would have followed you into the depths of the lake, offering himself to the Gods.
“We will make an offer to Freya tomorrow, little doll.”
You nod and smile softly, kissing him gently and looking at your son after that.
“Yes, we really are safe under the wings of Freya.”
Bucky hums and holds you close, watching you and his son, happiness spreading in his chest. He is surrounded by the people he loves and would lay his life down if they would ever ask him to do it.
He closes his eyes and thanks Freya for protecting his family and preventing the end. When he opens his eyes again, he hears a falcon screech outside the house and he smiles.
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