Meme: Music Is My Girlfriend

[sapphire2309]

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

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pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[sapphire2309]

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.

Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[china_shop]

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!

Re: pick up the glass, i'll get the broom

[sapphire2309]

thank you!! at least something good came out of that shitty mood i was in (: