PROJECT: you know my name
OKAY SO I DON'T EVEN KNOW. Basically oxymoronassoc and I have decided to do this EPIC JAMES BOND/RPF CROSSOVER. Which, I promise, will make absolute sense - you know James Bond. Eva Green. Daniel Craig. The works. And we were trying to figure out the best way to introduce it, outside of spamming tumblr 24/7 with a lot of posts. So then it was like HEY MIX AND MUSIC. So, you know, MIX AND MUSIC.
YOU KNOW MY NAME
“Apparently,” she says dryly, “I play quite the dead woman.” Bond cannot tell if she is being serious or mocking him. Her hand trembles over her tea and she catches herself, sighing. For a moment, he decides they very well might be the same thing.
LITTLE BOOTS; STUCK ON REPEAT
CAPTAIN PHOENIX; PISTOLS & HEARTS (UNION OF KNIVES MIX)
GOLDFRAPP; WE RADIATE
THE WHITE STRIPES ; WALKING WITH A GHOST (TEGAN & SARA COVER)
NEON HITCH FEAT LIAM HORNE ; AM I DREAMING?
LISSIE ; BAD ROMANCE (LADY GAGA COVER)
GRACE POTTER AND THE NOCTURNALS ; PARIS (OOH LA LA)
PHANTOGRAM ; WHEN I'M SMALL
THE GLITCH MOB V LA ROUX ; BAD WINGS/IN FOR THE KILL
DAFT PUNK ; FALL
YEAH YEAH YEAHS ; SEALINGS
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1.
They are not supposed to meet.
Ghosts are ghosts. He has loved her already, once before, a long time ago, and has her buried back in his mind, underneath the very few memories that he keeps around to remind himself exactly who he is these days. He does not remember the sound of her voice, or how she laughs, or even something as simple as how she might’ve smiled at him. He is not a romantic. He knows she lives on in a file in the archives where, if anything, is the kindest thing he’s ever done for her.
And she, she is in love with another man, a different man, a man that smiles and laughs and makes her hate her very existence. You read too much, Green. You smoke too much. That damn dog; there is too much affection and it is far too late to go back. Separately, she is the one that is the romantic.
There is far too little here that isn’t about irony, or is, or maybe it’s walked into open wounds and odd adventures - if he asked her, if Bond was still a man, she would tell him that she prefers the company of her dog and staying home to read. If he were a man, that other man, he would laugh all the same.
But Bond is in London.
And this is a mistake.
YOU KNOW MY NAME
“Apparently,” she says dryly, “I play quite the dead woman.” Bond cannot tell if she is being serious or mocking him. Her hand trembles over her tea and she catches herself, sighing. For a moment, he decides they very well might be the same thing.
LITTLE BOOTS; STUCK ON REPEAT
CAPTAIN PHOENIX; PISTOLS & HEARTS (UNION OF KNIVES MIX)
GOLDFRAPP; WE RADIATE
THE WHITE STRIPES ; WALKING WITH A GHOST (TEGAN & SARA COVER)
NEON HITCH FEAT LIAM HORNE ; AM I DREAMING?
LISSIE ; BAD ROMANCE (LADY GAGA COVER)
GRACE POTTER AND THE NOCTURNALS ; PARIS (OOH LA LA)
PHANTOGRAM ; WHEN I'M SMALL
THE GLITCH MOB V LA ROUX ; BAD WINGS/IN FOR THE KILL
DAFT PUNK ; FALL
YEAH YEAH YEAHS ; SEALINGS
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1.
They are not supposed to meet.
Ghosts are ghosts. He has loved her already, once before, a long time ago, and has her buried back in his mind, underneath the very few memories that he keeps around to remind himself exactly who he is these days. He does not remember the sound of her voice, or how she laughs, or even something as simple as how she might’ve smiled at him. He is not a romantic. He knows she lives on in a file in the archives where, if anything, is the kindest thing he’s ever done for her.
And she, she is in love with another man, a different man, a man that smiles and laughs and makes her hate her very existence. You read too much, Green. You smoke too much. That damn dog; there is too much affection and it is far too late to go back. Separately, she is the one that is the romantic.
There is far too little here that isn’t about irony, or is, or maybe it’s walked into open wounds and odd adventures - if he asked her, if Bond was still a man, she would tell him that she prefers the company of her dog and staying home to read. If he were a man, that other man, he would laugh all the same.
But Bond is in London.
And this is a mistake.