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FINALLY someone in the Watchmen fic comm has written Bowie/Adrian Veidt fic. I'm too afraid to read it but boy did they write it. I think that now Adrian Veidt has finally reached out to all his reasonable pairing possibilities and by think I mean hope. I mean even Veidt sexxing himself has already been written.
Although believing that it will stop at reasonable would be ignoring that horrible certainty that someone at some point will write a Village People/Veidt orgy and also Andy Warhol/Adrian Veidt.
Maaaaan even I am bored of Adrian Veidt and that is despite the fact that he has Matthew Goode's face and a BOYS folder.
How do these ladies? keep writing? I am in awe.
I have been reaquainting with something I grew tired of a while back recently.
The Smiths.
"Unhappy Birthday" is categoric proof of Morrissey and Marr's genius levels of talent. Their conjunction on that song seems like it was the result of something otherwordly it is so perfect. Jaunty, crisp acoustic guitar and these cheerfully spiteful lyrics. It really is the cheeriness of the whole endevour that resonates despite the words.
ALL TOGETHER NOW
"I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday, I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday, cos you're evil and you lie and if you should die, I may feel slightly sad but I won't cry."
Genius.
Even the bare bones of Johnny's guitaring are unique. He was doing something so interesting with that instrument and I haven't heard anything that is that good. I've heard some meagre impersonations but you just can't beat a Smiths song for it's capacity to always harbour a desperate and wide melancholy, even if behind a jingly, jangly jauntiness.
Marr's music so desperately sad is ably supported by Morrissey and his despairing, wounded wailing.
But then at the same time Morrissey is very very sarcastic and witty and just funny and then Johnny's music is sunny in places and usually in the same songs in which it is also sad.
All this happiness and humour always to conceal something sombre and sad not far from the surface.
Their music was so polarised.
Johnny is the revelation because it's always presumed that the sadness came from Morrissey's end so it's interesting to just listen to his music by itself to see how repeatedly sad it all is. This perception that he and Morrissey were very different as people gains no real weight with me.
Because there is this wierd perception of them as opposites. That Johnny was this light, light hearted creature and Morrissey was the severe, austere, depressive one and it's such rubbish.
They each brought their own elements of each and combined them.
I just imagine with such pleasure how conjoined they must have been. This is why slash happens so easily with them in my mind. Waaaaa I want to listen to their music and until I die. I've just remembered that. I want someone to write slash apart from me so desperately, I've back read morrissey slash so many many tiems now and it's good but I want moooooar.
I looked up the address of this volunteering place and today on the bus I saw where it was. I might be ready to take that leap into the unknown. Helpfully they are only open Monday and Tuesday morning and Monday morning I have to work so I can procrastinate about it some more without feeling guilty.
Tim Roth is in a film over Easter playing a winged tramp.
...
Yes that's right.
Tomorrow I am totes gonna do a Smiths picspam. Why? Why not?
I only wish the Smiths were as embarassing as the other bands I like so that I could make it a funny one.
Although believing that it will stop at reasonable would be ignoring that horrible certainty that someone at some point will write a Village People/Veidt orgy and also Andy Warhol/Adrian Veidt.
Maaaaan even I am bored of Adrian Veidt and that is despite the fact that he has Matthew Goode's face and a BOYS folder.
How do these ladies? keep writing? I am in awe.
I have been reaquainting with something I grew tired of a while back recently.
The Smiths.
"Unhappy Birthday" is categoric proof of Morrissey and Marr's genius levels of talent. Their conjunction on that song seems like it was the result of something otherwordly it is so perfect. Jaunty, crisp acoustic guitar and these cheerfully spiteful lyrics. It really is the cheeriness of the whole endevour that resonates despite the words.
ALL TOGETHER NOW
"I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday, I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday, cos you're evil and you lie and if you should die, I may feel slightly sad but I won't cry."
Genius.
Even the bare bones of Johnny's guitaring are unique. He was doing something so interesting with that instrument and I haven't heard anything that is that good. I've heard some meagre impersonations but you just can't beat a Smiths song for it's capacity to always harbour a desperate and wide melancholy, even if behind a jingly, jangly jauntiness.
Marr's music so desperately sad is ably supported by Morrissey and his despairing, wounded wailing.
But then at the same time Morrissey is very very sarcastic and witty and just funny and then Johnny's music is sunny in places and usually in the same songs in which it is also sad.
All this happiness and humour always to conceal something sombre and sad not far from the surface.
Their music was so polarised.
Johnny is the revelation because it's always presumed that the sadness came from Morrissey's end so it's interesting to just listen to his music by itself to see how repeatedly sad it all is. This perception that he and Morrissey were very different as people gains no real weight with me.
Because there is this wierd perception of them as opposites. That Johnny was this light, light hearted creature and Morrissey was the severe, austere, depressive one and it's such rubbish.
They each brought their own elements of each and combined them.
I just imagine with such pleasure how conjoined they must have been. This is why slash happens so easily with them in my mind. Waaaaa I want to listen to their music and until I die. I've just remembered that. I want someone to write slash apart from me so desperately, I've back read morrissey slash so many many tiems now and it's good but I want moooooar.
I looked up the address of this volunteering place and today on the bus I saw where it was. I might be ready to take that leap into the unknown. Helpfully they are only open Monday and Tuesday morning and Monday morning I have to work so I can procrastinate about it some more without feeling guilty.
Tim Roth is in a film over Easter playing a winged tramp.
...
Yes that's right.
Tomorrow I am totes gonna do a Smiths picspam. Why? Why not?
I only wish the Smiths were as embarassing as the other bands I like so that I could make it a funny one.