Jun 16, 2012
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FANMIX MEME | handchuffed asked: tenth doctor | listen on 8tracks | download
01 GOMEZ - I WILL TAKE YOU THERE
Your face, smiling but desperate to leave Sowing the seeds of a new despair Send up your flares I will take you there
02 SPACE MOUNTAIN THEME
(instrumental)
03 THE DECEMBERISTS - GRACE CATHEDRAL HILL
And the world may be long for you But'll never belong to you But on a motorbike When all the city lights Blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now?
04 MODEST MOUSE - HISTORY STICKS TO YOUR FEET
At the movies, eyes iced over Walking sideways, through the gutters And you realize that the floor sticks to your feet, your history I'm gonna slap that look off your face like life don't hold you no mystery All those red marks on our shoulders Self back patting, homemade trophies Well the past only exists as tiny bricks we burn to release all its memories I've had enough with rolling boulders, I want more moss on me
05 THE BLACK KEYS - LITTLE BLACK SUBMARINES
Oh can it be The voices calling me They get lost And out of time I should've seen it glow But everybody knows That a broken heart is blind
06 THE JANE AUSTEN ARGUMENT - SONG FOR A SIREN
There is a ship Its sails were like two hearts beating, and Its pace was like two wrists pulsing… To a compass that fell silent At the sound of song And sometimes it sailed by the wind Sometimes it sailed by the stars Sometimes it sailed by the captain’s map But it always sailed her into his arms Again
07 SCOTT PILGRIM VS THE WORLD - SO ALONE
(instrumental)
08 WILCO - HUMMINGBIRD
His goal in life was to be an echo The type of sound that floats around and then back down Like a feather But in the deep chrome canyons of the loudest Manhattans No one could hear him Or anything So he slept on a mountain In a sleeping bag underneath the stars He would lie awake and count them And the gray fountain spray of the great Milky Way Would never let him Die alone
09 AMANDA PALMER - IN MY MIND (FEAT. BRIAN VIGLIONE)
And in my mind I imagine so many things Things that aren't really happening And when they put me in the ground, I'll start pounding the lid Saying "I haven't finished yet – I still have a tattoo to get That says 'I'm living in the moment'." And it's funny how I imagined that I could win this winless fight But maybe it isn't all that funny that I've been fighting all my life But maybe I have to think it's funny if I wanna live before I die And maybe it's funniest of all to think I'll die before I actually see That I am exactly the person that I want to be
10 CRASH AND THE BOYS - I'M SO SAD, SO VERY, VERY SAD
So sad
✉!
The Decemberists - The Infanta
About a fortnight ago, I asked for recommendations for Shrock song ideas. I got two responses, one from kittensrageandtimetravel and one from searchforelysium.
Today, is kittensrageandtimetravel's song! Woohoo!
She or he said: Handcuffed. Please. THAT WOULD BE SO EPIC. :'D
Here is your epic song, kittensrageandtimetravel. Hope you like it!
(Oh, by the way, if anyone else has a song idea they would like to hear, feel free to drop it in my ask!)
HANDCHUFFED
The fangirls are squeeling
Because we get this special feeling
When were attached at the wrists
I know I'm not alone when I saw I really felt a spark
When you looked deep into my eyes
Well, I'm stuck with you,
And you're stuck with me.
There's no place I'd rather be than
Handcuffed to Sherlock Holmes.
We're handchuffed
We are handchuffed
We're so full of glee
'Cause we're handcuffed
Handchuffed
Running through the streets of London
There's nothing like it
But we really should coordinate to get this right.
I'd like to be with you 'til death
But not like this!
Sherlock, there's a bus coming right for us!!
Well, I'm stuck with you,
And you're stuck with me.
There's no place I'd rather be than
Handcuffed to Sherlock Holmes.
We're handchuffed
We are handchuffed
We're so full of glee
'Cause we're handcuffed
Handchuffed
Handchuffed
We're handchuffed
Handchuffed
.. This really started as a really quick sherlock doodle on illustrator to test out new brush settings. Now it looks like it might become another shirt design. What am I doing. What time is it. I have work tomorrow. @_@
handchuffed replied to your post
but Christian probably drank himself to death by then ughbghj
WELL I MEAN IT TOOK HIM A YEAR TO EVEN WRITE THE STORY
which I sort of interpreted as him coping
so he'll be recovering from his depression and doing pretty well and maybe have a new girlfriend and then
GUESS
WHAT
or maybe I'm just projecting
"Sherlock, wait!"
John reached through the bars of the fence and grabbed Sherlock by the lapels of his coat. "We're going to need to coordinate."
He only hoped he could slow the man down long enough to prevent one or both of them from getting a shoulder wrenched out of its socket.
Sherlock's gaze flicked up to their handcuffed wrists, moved quickly, taking in the height of the bars, then shifted back again to John.
There was something ... different... in the pale eyes.
"John, you said you knew me. Knew me for real, were your exact words. Tell me how. How can you be sure of that, John?"
Was that..a hint of panic in his voice? Fear, again? Doubt? God, not now.
"Sherlock, I know you one hundred percent, or as close to that as any two people can know each other, now come ON; we've got minutes before they.."
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence. It took half a second for Sherlock's exquisite lips to plant themselves on John's. Another second for Sherlock's free right hand to reach through the bars and grasp the back of John's neck. Two seconds for John to stop instinctively pulling away.
And barely four seconds for John to forget what he'd even been saying in the first place.
"Now," Sherlock said, breaking the kiss abruptly, "You tell me. What was that? Hmmm? You know me for real, do you? One hundred percent? Then what just happened?"
"Sherlock, for Christ's sake, this is -"
Again, John's sentence was cut off, but the kiss was hungrier this time. He could taste the desperation.
"TELL me, John. Tell me you know without a single doubt what my motives truly are right this moment..."
John squeezed his eyes shut. No. This was not happening. "Stop it, Sherlock. Just stop it."
The long fingers loosened their grip but did not let go of John's neck.
"Why? Are you worried, now? Starting to doubt your answers? 'Has Sherlock been in love with me all this time? Is this his last chance to tell me? Is he trying to make me more attached to him, so he'll have someone to believe his story? Or is he trying to frighten me, to drive me AWAY, so I won't find out who he really is? Is he possibly just a maniac who finds imminent death sexually appealing?"
John pulled harder at Sherlock's coat, pushing their faces close together again.
"You want to know exactly what I'm thinking? Okay; here it is: Sherlock Holmes is a bloody idiot who's damned lucky I can't get at him to properly kick his arse through this fence!"
Sherlock pulled his head back, and let out a huff of breath.
He didn't even try to suppress a smile.
"You're right." he said softly.
"Huh?"
"Go to your right."
John's hand moved against Sherlock's wrist as the taller man worked the handcuffs over the top bar of the fence.
In moments, they were back on the same side again.
As always.
