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Meme: Music Is My Girlfriend

Because I am fucking sick of not writing, I'm throwing out a remix of the Music Is My Boyfriend meme, which I adore.

Here are twenty songs that I think would make good fic fodder. Pick a song (or a number, if you don't know any of them c: ), pair it with a character, and leave it in a comment! No repeated characters, please c:

[The songs!]
1. Left Handed Kisses - Andrew Bird ft. Fiona Apple.
2. If Things Were Perfect - Moby - Elizabeth - sandy79
3. Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple
4. Sajda - from the My Name Is Khan soundtrack
5. Medicine - Daughter
6. Mar Jawaan - from the Fashion soundtrack
7. Nothing & Nowhere - Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton
8. Jugni - from the Cocktail soundtrack
9. Where I Come From - Maria Mena - Diana - china_shop
10. Various Storms & Saints - Florence + The Machine
11. In The Waiting Line - Zero 7 - Sara - Anonymous
12. Penguin - Christina Perri
13. Baatein - Fuzön
14. Too Late - M83 - Peter - sandy79
15. Rust Or Gold - Jill Andrews - Neal - treonb
16. Last Kiss - Taylor Swift - Kate - sandy79
17. Elastic Heart - Sia
18. Badi Dheere Jali - from the soundtrack of Ishqiya
19. Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne
20. Thinking Out Loud - Emiliana Torrini


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Jul. 3rd, 2016 03:31 pm (UTC)
Rust Or Gold - Neal
Jul. 12th, 2016 05:49 pm (UTC)
Your fic is here!
Jul. 3rd, 2016 09:02 pm (UTC)
#2 If Things Were Perfect - Elizabeth (what if scenario regarding Neal in their life)

#14 Too Late - Peter in the finale

#16 Last Kiss - Kate before their break-up
Sep. 26th, 2017 01:50 pm (UTC)
come clean there's no sun yet (s4e16/s5e1 spoilers)
Elizabeth was made to be gentle. Or so she thinks. She dresses to accentuate her curves and smoothes makeup onto the edges of her face and doesn't notice, as she's painting her nails, that they have ends, and that those ends are sharp.

Elizabeth has never given time to thinking of the contradictions of her body. She's looked down at herself and seen soft, smooth, creamy skin and been content. She's been happy, all things considered.

(Until Peter is arrested and she spends six weeks hearing her own voice echo around a townhouse that's suddenly too large and painting sharp edges made of eyeliner onto her face and hoping, hoping, that someone trips right in front of her and crashes into her and walks away bleeding. The foundation of her world has been ripped out, and she can do nothing about it. She wants to see blood and pain. She doesn't want to feel the hurt festering deep in her, she wants to inflict it outward so she never has to touch it again. Except that it doesn't work that way.)

Edited at 2017-09-26 01:59 pm (UTC)
Sep. 26th, 2017 01:58 pm (UTC)
and if you are a ghost, i'll call your name, my friend (finale spoilers)
Sometimes, Peter wonders, neck deep in the fit of exhaustion he's found himself in after Neal died, if Neal ever really existed at all. Everyone but him seems so perfectly capable of picking themselves up and moving on, as if three years with Neal at that desk in the bullpen never happened, as if Neal didn't insinuate himself into every crevice of their lives and drive them crazy.

And then he remembers that Neal only ever invaded his life with such impunity, and feels achingly lonely all over again, this time because no one really seems to have known him, or tried to know him, as much as Peter did.

Trying to remember him now is like trying to put together a jigsaw with half the pieces missing.

He wants the rest of the pieces back.

He wants his friend back.
Sep. 26th, 2017 02:06 pm (UTC)
all that i know is i don't know how to be something you miss
All Kate knows is being the light he follows. She knows how to smile and make him smile and follow him as he follows her as they chase some fancy or other, as they race off into their sunset, together. She doesn't know how to watch him from a distance and be the girl he'll forget and move on from, doesn't know how to bridge their way back to who they were, doesn't want to be anyone but the girl he loves, except that he'll never love her the way she loves him, will he? He'll never love her so honestly that he forgets to con her.

He's a con man first. Hers, second.

And she can't be the girl he loves anymore but she doesn't know how to be the girl he'll miss either.
Jul. 4th, 2016 07:29 am (UTC)
#9. Diana. :-)
Sep. 26th, 2017 02:19 pm (UTC)
pick up the glass, i'll get the broom
They haven't had explosive fights like this in a while. But her father set his hand on a vase like he was ready to fling it at her, so she pre-empted him and threw everything in her reach. An umbrella that'll probably never block rain again, a crystal clock that never told the right time anyway, photo frames of them smiling perfectly as always, a set of paints that she bought for some art thing at school, a cardboard box that's probably empty.

In her defense, she's fourteen. In her defense, this is how people get angry, as far as she knows. In her defense, she really didn't mean to break her mother's porcelain wedding gift doll at her feet right as she rushed in from the bedroom. But timing, fate, et cetera, et cetera.

The Berrigan family doesn't forget that fight for a while, because the parents realize that their daughter has heard their rows, that she is learning from them, that she is the one person who means anything to either of them anymore, that she deserves better than to learn how to throw things and rage.


Diana doesn't come close to that kind of senseless rage, as an adult, till Theo gently informs her that he's going to a college at the other end of the country, after seventeen years and change of being her baby, and after arguing on the way to the car after dropping into his basketball game, in the car raising their voices over the radio, up the stairs to their home, into their living room, quite insensibly, she loses it. Just for a moment. A yell starts to form in her throat and her hand fastens around a vase full of paper flowers he made in grade school and all of a sudden, she loosens up and crumples to the floor, scaring the life out of her son.

He rushes to her side and she clings to him in surprise or horror or something equally potent and he doesn't understand how she almost became her parents again but he lets her feel, he lets her miss him before he's even gone, he lets her feel the sorrow before it turns into blinding rage. He doesn't understand quite how he's rescuing her, but he does it anyway.
Sep. 27th, 2017 09:08 pm (UTC)
Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom
This is such a fascinating, visceral take on Diana and parenthood and formative emotional patterns. I can really feel her bond with Theo, and how painful it is for her to let him go. *admires* Great work!
Sep. 29th, 2017 12:30 pm (UTC)
Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom
thank you!! at least something good came out of that shitty mood i was in (:
Jul. 4th, 2016 09:55 pm (UTC)
#16 Last Kiss - Neal/Sara
Jul. 5th, 2016 02:17 am (UTC)
That song has already been paired with a character by Sandy79, could you please pick another? Thanks!
Jul. 5th, 2016 02:58 am (UTC)
How about #11 In the Waiting Line - Neal/Sara or #1 Left Handed Kisses - Neal/Sara
Jul. 8th, 2016 07:40 am (UTC)
I'll take your first song selection under Sara since I asked for no repeated characters above c: Thanks for the prompt!!! :D
Sep. 26th, 2017 02:32 pm (UTC)
everyone's taking everything they can.
Sara doesn't have time to wait.

She's what you could call a typical college student. Wants to save the world, for as many people as she can. It may seem strange from the outside that she's chosen the insurance business, given that bent, but it isn't to her.

See, people take things. They take things that don't belong to them and they hide them away and they don't give them back. That's all they do.

So she wants to make a career out of bringing those stolen things back. Doing the impossible. Being Superwoman, for one person or museum director or private collector. (What's more personal than art? Money's a little anonymous, she admits, but it was still stolen, and it can still be recovered, retrieved, returned.)

Or maybe, she just wants things to be where they're supposed to be, instead of where entitled assholes want them to be. Wants people to remain in control of the things they're supposed to be in control of. Maybe she doesn't want to save the world at all. Maybe, in the chaos of people living and breathing and dying and falling down and getting back up again, she just wants a little order. A guarantee that things can be brought back to where they're supposed to be.

(Unlike some people.)
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