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tourdefierce) wrote2010-03-29 01:38 pm
tourdefierce) wrote2010-03-29 01:38 pm
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OH HAI. Fanmix!
A short and sweet mix made for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
team_jones. Twenty Songs in mp3 format. No fancy cover art. No Lyrics. Just songs for writing. GO. WRITE PORN. WIN.
Change xx to tt: hxxp://www.mediafire.com/file/nuhxzyiy01n/Jones.zip
1. Stray Italian Greyhound- Vienna Teng
2. Out of Our Minds- Melissa Auf der Maur
3. This Bitter Earth And On The Nature of Daylight- Dinah Washington
4. Earth- Imogen Heap
5. Fader- Temper Trap
6. Shape of My Heart- Noah and The Whale
7. Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't- Brand New
8. Rest- Temper Trap
9. You Wil. You Will. You Will.-Bright Eyes
10. Down River- Temper Trap
11. Midnight Coward- Stars
12. There Cannot Be A Close Second- Copeland
13. Classic Cars- Bright Eyes
14. BedRock- Young Money
15. Both Hands- Ani Difranco
16. Liar- Mumford & Sons
17. Antebellum- Vienna Teng
18. Ghosts- Laura Marling
19. Faces Going Places- Jose Vanders
20. My Boy Builds Coffins- Florence + The Machine
Comments are love. Download and enjoy. I downloaded it to my computer to see how long it would take. The result was about 3 minutes. PLEASE ENJOY!
team_jones. Twenty Songs in mp3 format. No fancy cover art. No Lyrics. Just songs for writing. GO. WRITE PORN. WIN. Change xx to tt: hxxp://www.mediafire.com/file/nuhxzyiy01n/Jones.zip
1. Stray Italian Greyhound- Vienna Teng
2. Out of Our Minds- Melissa Auf der Maur
3. This Bitter Earth And On The Nature of Daylight- Dinah Washington
4. Earth- Imogen Heap
5. Fader- Temper Trap
6. Shape of My Heart- Noah and The Whale
7. Okay I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't- Brand New
8. Rest- Temper Trap
9. You Wil. You Will. You Will.-Bright Eyes
10. Down River- Temper Trap
11. Midnight Coward- Stars
12. There Cannot Be A Close Second- Copeland
13. Classic Cars- Bright Eyes
14. BedRock- Young Money
15. Both Hands- Ani Difranco
16. Liar- Mumford & Sons
17. Antebellum- Vienna Teng
18. Ghosts- Laura Marling
19. Faces Going Places- Jose Vanders
20. My Boy Builds Coffins- Florence + The Machine
Comments are love. Download and enjoy. I downloaded it to my computer to see how long it would take. The result was about 3 minutes. PLEASE ENJOY!
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Give me moar.
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A guy a work with does sound for her entire tour. I drool all over how lucky he is. He got me a bootleg copy of her soundcheck and some other things I haven't picked up yet. He's awesome. She's awesome.
THERE IS AWESOMENESS TO BE HAD.
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All that being said, you weren't the sole reason I posted and as mad as I was, I wasn't particularly mad at you or I would have PMed you personally. The world is constantly making me angry; which, really, should be expected since I am a minority, a college student with loads of loans, a queer and generally, pretty much a flaming liberal. So, please don't feel personally attacked.
Looking back, that post was a bit passive aggressive on my part but there I was in no way trying to "send you a message" or something. LJ is for expanding our world without actually leaving our rooms. It's the beauty of the internet but we are never done learning. We will never be perfect or as tolerant and accepting as we should be. It's a circumstance of living in our current world.
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My own post was out of an epiphany of my own moral beliefs and the clear acceptance I was attempting to portray a very close friend who had pretty much only come out to me. It was also venting frustrations about my mother and her inability to see beyond skin tone.
LJ is a lovely tool for expressing our opinions, somewhat anonymously, but I never want to truly encroach on another person. I'm rather timid like that.
And Christ, someone needs to slap your professor. Wait, let me. I ca be violent when I want to. :)
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I am in desperate need of new tunes and I'm excited to get this downloaded XD
Thank you, bb!
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Please like it and write me fic. K? AWESOME.
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YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES like pretty much since the song came out, y/y?
FOLDED ARMS AND LOOKING UP, YOU
NEVER LISTEN
CARRY ON, CARELESS, REGARDLESS
THIS IS NOT A FIRE DRILL AND IF WE HOLD ANY HOPE
IT'S HARMONIC CONNECTION AND
STEREO SYMBIOSIS
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I saw and met her in concert. She's surprisingly tall, very sweet and eccentric in her speech and very, very English in all the ways you'd think she'd be. Her fashion is unique and her hair is like a tangled mess of love that totally, totally holds secrets.
LOL. RIGHT ME PROFESSOR!Karl WHILE YOU LISTEN TO MY MIX. DOOOO IIITTTT.
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“’Codswallop?’ What the fuck does that mean?”
“Nonsense,” Chris says, clicking tiles into place. “From Hiram Codd, the guy who invented the soda bottles that people collect. Before they were popular, people sneered and called them rubbish. Therefore, ‘nonsense.’”
Karl stares at him over the lip of his beer bottle.
“It’s your turn,” Chris replies without looking up. He scratches out a whopping 40 points with the one word, and Karl pretends it didn’t happen.
His rack of letters is made up of three As, an F, an X, an O and an R, so he miserably puts down ‘pox’ and gets a measly eight points. Chris opens his mouth to make some smart-ass remark about how he’s disappointed in Karl’s grasp of the language and how he expected a teacher of his caliber to have a wider and more advanced vocabulary, but Karl flicks an ‘F’ at him. The tile hits Chris on the cheekbone, and he blinks for a few seconds, stunned. Karl assumes he’s about to launch into a tirade about maturity and behavioral expectations and other shit Karl lost all hope for the second time Chris blew him in his office, but Chris merely uses the ‘c’ of ‘codswallop’ to spell out ‘bitch.’
Well.
Stealing letters from previously made words, Karl taps out ‘bite me’ and takes a challenging sip of his beer. Chris’ pupils dilate and his jaw clenches, and Karl has about two seconds to put the bottle out of the line of fire before Chris is launching himself over the coffee table. Letters explode around them and Chris shoves Karl’s head to the side to gain better access to his throat. He worries the skin between his teeth and Karl gasps, knees falling open to let Chris sink into the space he fits exactly.
‘P’ and ‘L’ clatter to the floor as spider-long fingers hook into Karl’s jeans and yank. Chris sucks wet, shiny-red bruises over Karl’s hipbones and Karl scrambles to slap his palms against the hardwood floor. Chris is a cocksucking champion, wrapping his tongue around the head of Karl’s dick and groaning like it’s the best thing ever. Karl briefly thinks, nineteen is too young for this talent, but Chris is dedicated in just about everything he does.
Scrabble letters are digging into Karl’s ass but he’s so far past the point of caring. He hooks a leg over Chris’ shoulder to pull him closer though he wants to twist his hips away, because maybe the suction is a little too much but Chris just takes him deeper and “Good Lord, I will pay for your tuition if you do that again,” Karl stutters out, caught in a breathless laugh that fails to hide how hysterical he’s getting.
Chris grins around his mouthful and skitters dry fingers over Karl’s balls, and Karl’s biting his knuckle trying not to swallow his own tongue. To the left of Chris’ knee, tiles spell out ‘WIN’ and honestly, he tries, but Karl has to convulse in hoarse laughter. The hum of a question from Chris’ throat startles Karl right into his orgasm. Cheek pressed to the floor, Karl wheezes as Chris pants and wipes his mouth on his wrist. Chris pushes to his knees, Karl to his elbows, and they sit and blink at each other in the quiet afternoon sunlight.
“Your eyes are pulchritudinous in this light,” Karl says, just to spite the little fucker and prove he doesn’t need a triple word score to be cool.
“You have a ‘K’ stuck to your face,” Chris replies, beaming and not at all acting like he doesn’t know what ‘pulchritudinous’ means, much to Karl’s disappointment. “And I still won.”
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First of all, their range of maturity just makes me hot. I mean, they're like twelve one moment and totally smoking-hot and pornarific in another.
Second of all, GUH. SCRABBLE. WORD PORN. This is probably the best scrabble!porn I've seen and let me tell you, I've read a lot of pinto!scrabble that doesn't come CLOSE to this.
Things that were hot that shouldn't have been:
Cheek pressed to the floor, Karl wheezes: seriously.
Chris sucks wet, shiny-red bruises over Karl’s hipbones and Karl scrambles to slap his palms against the hardwood floor. BABIES WHERE MADE WITH THIS SENTENCE. SERIOUSLY.
“You have a ‘K’ stuck to your face,” Chris replies: LOL. WHY AM I SO TURNED ON BY THIS?
Once again, I love you. Let's get married so I can lock you in a dungeon and make your write porn all day long. : )
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That is all.
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Thank you!
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*squee!*
Re: *squee!*
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