Streets are filled with --

It's 12.16am in the morning; Franz are once again the be-all end-all of my mind and existence. (Feel the Pressure - a remix of What She Came For from the June-released Blood dub-cover-remix of Tonight.)

If I could have filthy, gorgeous sex with Alex K's brain, I would. In an instant. Jesus. I am sorry I ever resisted.

Listen to this track. Feed yourself it intravenously. Inject it into your bloodstream. Turn the lights off. Put the speakers to blast. Then, tomorrow morning, if you have slept at all, go into your nearest record store and buy Blood.

Woah. Look out / you're what she came for
Knows what she came for / no question, no doubt

Songs mostly catered to the bizarre Stockmarket AU, but which are also generally awesome.

Garbage - Sex Is Not The Enemy

No evolution, sometimes it depresses me
The same-old same-old keep repeating history
The institution curses curiosity
It's my conviction: sex is not the enemy.

Ficnote: Well. Tseng's not the themesong sort. But if this were a different universe...

Interpol - Obstacle 2

I'm gonna pull you in close, I'm gonna wrap you up tight
I'm gonna play with the braids that you came here with tonight

Ficnote: Hey, it has the word "obstacle" in it, sounds like a city being put through a wonderful shredder, and comes from Interpol.

Esthero ft. Shakari Nite - In The Mood

If the mood should hit'cha and you wanna
Baby, I don't mind
A little taste may relieve the tension
I feel inside

(...) I know you said it was over
But if you ever want to come over
You know I got what it takes
To make you feel nice
Because you gave yourself to another
But I suppose you haven't forgotten what my love tastes like
And she won't fuck you like I do
And you know that it's true cause
I have what she hasn't got
And I remember all your spots so -

Ficnote: Um. Yeah. So. That thing about affairs. Yeah. Uh huh.

Rob Thomas - This Is How A Heart Breaks

Don't you wanna go for a ride, just keep your hands inside
And make the most out of life; now don't you take it for granted.
Life is like a mean machine, it made a mess out of me
It left me caught between
Like an angry dream I was stranded, I was stranded

And I'm steady but I'm starting to shake
And I don't know how much more I can take

Ficnote: I'm just going to say the word "affair" a lot now. Affair affair affair.

Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor

Stop making the eyes at me,
I'll stop making the eyes at you.
What it is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to

Ficnote: AFFAIR AFFAIR AFFAIR

\o/

OCTOBER IS COMING. That means yuletide. \o/

So, multiple-time Yuletiders on the flist: ARE YOU EXCITED. I am excited. I am so excited that I don't even care that the official admin call for prompts hasn't gone out yet. Yuletide is fandoms' feel-good happytimes. God. I want to write my recipient a huge-ass fic this year, and I don't even really know how much/what I'll be really offering. *twitches*

Anyone who hasn't done Yuletide before? Do it this year, oh please, please do. Because it will make you happy. Trillions of happy.

[edit] OH MY GOD LIKE MAGIC, THE MODS POST. CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY.

Meanwhile, a song by Harvey Danger: Happiness Writes White. To anyone who's ever kept a crazy schedule or for anyone who's happy or been in love - is a good song. Has awesome happy piano noises. *approves*

Alsowik: Tori Amos - Happiness is a Warm Gun. Give this one a chance; the synth keyboard and her vocals and the lyrics are ready to slay if you don't mind the experimental nature and (anti-)gun message. Mother superior jumped the gun, oh, mother superior jumped the gun. I need a fix / I need, oh I need / Mother superior jumped the g-g-gun.

Finally took a day or so to do nothing but indulge myself - between coming fast and hard off the exams and straight into soul-eating fic, I decided not to write another few chapters and just to laze around and be human for a little while. Still feeling kind of twitchy; my body wants me to do stuff, even though my mind is telling me firmly to back off.

( She has a life, does she? )


Here, have a few guilty pleasure listening songs:

Miley Cyrus - See You Again

This song is so hilariously teeny-bopper, but also hilariously catching, if you ignore Miley Cyrus' self-insert into the lyrics. It's my private Stephanie!song, for the Batfans on the flist. Somehow it sparks a little of young!AU!Elena, for the FFVII people. God, pop.

The last time I freaked out
I just kept looking down
St-st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking 'bout

Smashing Pumpkins - The End is the Beginning is the End

For the Batfans: Yoinked right off the Batman and Robin soundtrack, this track makes me think of Jason Todd, Dick gone wrong and Timothy logically extended. It's a frightening Gotham. For the VII fans: dude, this is like. Midgar slums +++++ I write angry Tseng and think of this fondly.

Is it bright where you are?
Have the people changed?
Does it make you happy; you're so strange.

[edit] Bugger. Pornbattle on IJ just decided to buttonsmash me. Potentials:


Batman Beyond, Bruce/Terry, family
Batman Beyond, Bruce/Terry, time-travel

DC Comics, Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, ward
DC comics, Dick Grayson/Tim Drake, bonded

I WEEP FOUR THOUSAND LITRES OF TEARS.

Well, maybe not so massive...

There are a couple of fandoms out there that have had a profound impact on me and my lifestyle (eg, how often I sleep; when I sleep; why my fingers are bent at a funny angle from hitting and holding the shift key too often; how I look at people; how I look at myself; which way the world turns); and very often when writing for them or leafing through the material again I am hit by the urge to supplement them with music.

Under the cut are a couple of the fandoms (obscure or not) which have augmented my worldview and triggered massive music trawling over the last few years. :D Sometimes I talk about the fandom, other times I just talk about the music; sometimes I'm lucky enough to be able to blabber on about both.

*points down* And, music aside, if anyone wants a copy of The Left Hand of Darkness, clicky the cut.

( The Left Hand of Darkness, Final Fantasy VII, Baccano!, American Gods )

Cremona violins: as a young kid I always wanted to play the violin. My cousins, too much older than I, had passed one down - or rather, given a broken pile of woood and strings - to me. It was fourteen years older than I was, and probably cost less than a meal at a fast food restaurant. The amazing, thin g-string had long snapped. The bow that came with the musty old case was dropping hairs, just like an old man. I put the bow to string anyway; no idea what I was doing, no idea whether it was on or off tune. It still made noise, still made music: not good music, certainly, not trained music, not even more than sound to some, but it was music.

So what makes a Stradivarius or an Amati so great?

The Red Violin thinks it's because some were made with the blood of loved ones; and I think maybe it comes from generations of love. But what really? "No one has ever come close. Let them try." (New York Times, June 3rd 2007)