For makeyourlist 1. Make a list of things that remind you of so

Horses
Swords
Centaurs
Leather armor
Furs
Gliders
Stuffed tigers
Gloves with four fingers
German Shepherds
Calla lilies
Old Spice
Helicopters
Old Vietnam photos
Cowboy hats
Green dirt bikes
Kimonos
Red horn-rimmed glasses
“St. Elmo’s Fire” – Jon Parr
Red fuzzy scarves
Military issue medical kits
Explosives
Latina cursing
Black panties
Fairies
Pink hats
Coloring books
Cats
Russia
Pearl handled revolvers
Limos
The Firebird
Thailand
Diners
The smell of house fires
Red velvet
Bunny ears
Tattoos
Lime green trucks
Zebra stripes
Gas masks
The Flying Tigers
Purple Asters
LEGOS
Skinned knees
Booties
The way the guest room is painted
Skinny dipping
Surfing in California
Cameras
Red backpacks
Red fuzzy robes
The Jacuzzi
That one hotel in NYC that is fancy as hell
Fishing
Lightening storms
Braided leather
Bi-planes
Military nurse’s uniforms
Coffins covered in flags
Squelching on a speaker
My eye pain
The scars on my left leg
Feathered hair barrettes
Taxi cabs
Blue
Steam engines
NYC’s Main Branch Library
Peach pies
Peach cobbler
Apple pies
Soy ice cream
Salsa dresses
Ricky Martin
Switchblades
Plane crashes
Helicopter crashes
Gun fire

.... This is for shit. I could go on forever. Having a photographic memory always makes you associate people with images in your mind. I could've just wrote everything. Be easier that way.

For heartbrkhotel 10: good-bye/heartbreak

Title: The Long Goodbye
Author/Artist: Titania
Pairing: Snake Plissken
Fandom: John Carpenter's Escape from NY/LA
Theme: 10. good-bye/heartbreak
Disclaimer: Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius.
Rating: PG
Words: 733
Author's Note Written for fatherartist


Snake stood for a long time staring at the flag covered coffin. Trying to imagine she was in there, which he knew she wasn't, was only slightly less impossible than telling himself she was gone. He put his hand on the canvas flag trying to remember or maybe forget the feeling of her hair and the way she always smelled just a little minty. She had an obsession with eating mints. Snake smiled but just as quickly it faded. Had a body been in there he would have had the coffin open and put the engagement ring on her finger. Now he was stuck with it. He was stuck without her.

The ring caused him grief. It was like starting toward a goal only to have the key piece disappear. He could never go back and never finish. This was a trap. Plissken hated being in any position where there were no choices. He wanted his mother. He felt childish for that thought but he really just wanted to be hugged by her. She couldn't make this better but at least she could be there. Here he was alone. Taylor was still confined to the hospital. That left him staring at the empty coffin meant for the woman he should be marrying now not pretending to put her into the ground.

Snake stepped back and sat on the stairs with his back to the coffin. The chapel was empty. War was in full swing and no one had much time for this. Plissken had all the time in the world. He had his orders; discharged for medical complications. It was honorable and understandable but right now the war would be a welcome distraction. Even knowing that they'd been sent to die on purpose the war was better than sitting here.

He dug in the uniform pocket and pulled out the gold band with the small diamond. He hadn't had much saved up to buy it but the ring was respectable enough. Plissken held it in his palm watching the candle light on the stone. He still had the plan fresh in his mind despite it being from months earlier. He'd planned on kneeling right on the landing strip in front of everyone. She'd probably hit him before accepting when they were somewhere quiet or in a whisper. He would never know now.

He started trying the ring on and eventually it slid onto his pinkie. Maybe wearing it for awhile would help? He couldn't carry it in his pocket anymore. When he did the same scenario happened. He'd notice it in his pocket. Then he'd think to find Sophia to give it to her. It would take several seconds, which seemed like hours, to realize he couldn't go give it to her. The depression would sink in after. The whole process was driving him to insanity. This wasn't gas insanity but the real deal where you lose yourself inside. He was physically fine and would be but other parts were truly dead.

The tiny ring looked absurd on his finger so he removed it and tucked it back in his pocket. He used the pews to pull up to his feet. The stitches were still in his leg from knee to hip. They pulled and bunched when he moved. Effort and will were the only reason he could turn back to the coffin. She wasn't even there. Why was he here to look at an empty coffin? People thought this might help him heal. It didn't. All he was reminded of was the fact she'd been left on the battlefield. Several months had passed. Scavengers and Crazies had probably devoured her. It was too cold to rot up in Leningrad. The thought turned his stomach and left him taking long strides to the door. He needed air. Outside it was cold but the suffocating feeling remained. He doubted it would ever go.

Leningrad was the biggest screw up in his life. He'd lost his squadron, lost his eye, lost the ability to serve his country as shattered as it was. None of those things matter compared to losing Sophia. Nothing would fill the void that sprung open with her death. Cold seeped in there through the cracks. All he wanted was to go home. Three more weeks until he could see his parents. Three more weeks of suffering this alone.

For couples_therapy and <user site="livejournal.com" comm="100

Title: Gone
Fandom: John Carpenter (Escape from NY/LA)
Characters: Snake Plissken
Prompt: 096: Touched and couples_therapy 47.5.3. Discuss something that complicates your relationship.
Word Count: 1,333
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Written for spider_on_acid
Summary: Snake tries to deal with the fact his wife might not come home.


( Staring at blank walls )

(no subject)

Sitting with every newspaper LA has.


OOC: Related to