in support of pairings I have written (or not, see icon for examples)

[harborshore]

I'm stealing a meme from colouredmango (who is borrowing my brain for the evening, btw, and has promised to feed and care for it properly--no, don't ask) and liketheroad.

Ask me about a pairing I have written (or haven't and you think I should write) and I will give you five facts about them or a ficlet or a song that is CLEARLY THEIR SONG or their wedding china pattern, etc etc! Let's say this one is any fandom/band/etc that you can reasonably assume that I'm familiar with, yeah? Familiar meaning, you know, having heard of them.

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[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I didn't have it! Actually, the only Ani Difranco I have is Living In Clip -- she's a relatively recent discovery, and I've fallen headlong in love with that album, but that's all I know. Any recs for her other stuff?

Dude, seriously, if you ever want to sit down and talk out a plot, I am so very much there. Because them.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Oh MAN. Okay, separated by semicolons: So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter; Out of Range; Imperfectly. That last one has the best I'm-an-angry-bisexual song ever.

AUGH. Stop that! I don't need another WIP. Oooh, but maybe, maybe they could go in my bandom-does-shakespeare story? OH MAN.

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

I'm downloading Out of Range for now, because I love the title song on the live collection, but I think I will get her whole discography eventually. :D

OH YES PLEASE.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

That would--that would go something like this:


Lyn-Z can pinpoint the day she first saw Amanda, really saw her. It was during the first run-through, when the girl who had been quietly playing the piano through the first few scenes turned around and spoke her first lines as Titania. It wasn't just that she knew the lines, knew all the tricky phrases by heart, but that she spoke them like she meant every word. Already. Having never rehearsed it before. It was like she was--

And it's silly, it's weird to think so, and Lyn-Z turns over another leaf in her sketch book and helplessly starts another drawing of Amanda, half-magical, half-real, torn jeans and painted face, wings just barely drawn in behind her.