↓ {006} '▲ this scene is dead'
front & back
couleurs.
1 the virgins - teen lovers (the shoes remix)
2 frankmusic - when you're around
3 yeah yeah yeahs - heads will roll (a trak remix)
4 justice - kokane
5 hadouken! - crank it up
6 klaxons - it's not over yet
7 we are scientists - this scene is dead
8 new young pony club - ice cream
9 M83 - couleurs
10 cut copy - out there on the ice
11 grizzly bear - two weeks
12 passion pit - cuddle fuddle
13 animal collective - in the flowers
14 phoenix - armistice
15 late of pier - broken
16 MGMT - love always remains
17 temper trap - science of fear
18 we are scientists - tonight
19 M83 - slight night shiver
20 the beatles - here comes the sun
21 spoon - the way we get by
official soundtrack to my upcoming monster fic 'couleurs'. it'll be a shinee fic inspired by the british show 'skins'. pairings will be jongkey and ontae. (general overview: jonghyun the jock with good grades who has a wild party side, key the hipster bitch who gets sucked from weed to cocaine, onew the smart socially retarded goodie too shoes who gets dragged down into drugs, taemin the anorexic party/drug animal and minho the drug dealer and resident old!man slut).
special shout out to cityscripts and filmsession for being my cheerleaders ♥
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and here are a few disjointed drabbles based on the AU world. both are pretty taemin centered... not sure why.. (as it's mainly a jongkey fic)
“You're lucky your brother's a dealer” Kibum says with a small sigh, hands folded over themselves as he resists the urge to jump over at much smaller boy and rip out the pills straight from his stomach.
The reply doesn't come immediately, the ginger is too far off to see anything but dust made from stars and hear the orchestra of the whole worlds heart beating. “... Do you think I get drugs from my brother?” Lagging words echo one after the other, stretching out as they spread across the small space between them.
A scoff. It's getting harder to keep his hands to himself, stubby grimy nails digging themselves into smooth pale skin as his mind fills up with the beauty of murder. It suddenly hits him, he should reply, but it's too hard to keep the envy out of his voice. He replies anyways, letting rage mix with the envy -“Obviously. That's why you always have some.”
“... Would you give your brother drugs?” Taemin snaps back, he can't imagine Minho passing him pills with those doe eyes and large hands. Hell, he can't imagine his brother doing that with anyone. Savoring the anger he smiles, large and happy even if fury had been written over his baby face only a second ago. He likes the way his response lingers in the air and makes his body ache sweetly. He knows he's gotten to Kibum.
“I don't have a brother.” Eyebrows furrow as he spits back the answer. Refusing to take the other literally, even if Taemin has always been his little brother. What good is Minho anyways? He's just a manslut, a cockwhore, a fucking tit with too many older men tailing after him.
“Okay fine, if I were your brother, would you give me drugs?” It's back again, the face splitting grin and happy ring to his voice that melts Kibum into the bed. If Taemin was his brother, if Taemin, if...
“I just gave you the last pills I had!” He suddenly remembers, shock and rage mixing into one as he finally lets his hand snap towards the rise on the mattress. The smack resounds in the room and it doesn't take long for Kibum to be filled with guilt, sinking even lower into the bed. Everyone sinks into the bed next to Taemin, whether it be thanks to weight or the suffocating heaviness of emotions he seems to bring forward.
“You'd be a shit brother.” Just like that, Kibum recoils completely, the familiar fetal position that he usually takes whilst in withdrawl. Taemin however, is thankful for the silence, cattish grin spreads on his angelic face as he sings Jonghyuns latest favorite song, just because he can. Just to pour a little more salt on Kibums wounds.
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Taemin wants to be a tattoo artist. He hates the damn things himself, but he likes the idea of drawing something he hates on someone elses skin. Not just that but causing the idiots pain in the mean process seems like an ideal job to him.
So he dropped out of school and never bothered to enroll into college. Because what sort of successful artist goes to school after they're 16?
That's how explains it to Jinki, spray can in hand as he vandalizes the boys school building with cherry red graffiti. It's the most beautiful atrocity the other boy has ever seen in his life.
Jinki, however, wants to be a rocket scientist. Taemin still laughs every time he thinks about it. Loud and merry, right at the others face. It crushes his heart a little, because it's been his dream ever since his pudgy five year old hands built perfect miniature rocket ships for hours; not stopping even if his lips and cheeks got sore from making lift off noises.