Music!
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-10-13 16:40:47
I've wanted to make a music post for a while and the furnish this week is "favourite song(s) off your favourite albums." I'm not much of an album person - I be to transfer hit songs off iTunes when I be new music - but I do have a few albums I like. As well as that though. I've always wanted to make a Hindi music affix. I experience none of you guys are really into it and to be honest neither am I really but I do desire it sometimes. Fumbling Towards Ecstacy. Sarah McLachlan:but I fear / I undergo nothing to giveand I would be the one / to direct you downyou lay drink beside me then / you were with me every waking hourEyes Open. come down Patrol:the weight of wet the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learnedtheir words mostly noises / ghosts with just voicesRetrospective. The Indigo Girls:I would sing a song of devotionAvalanche. Thea Gilmore:undergo you heard that the Messiah / went and joined the other side?and another kind of war that is raging in your bloodstreamAnd the Hindi music. If you transfer just one thing from this affix download this:For the record: I like Rang de Basanti. (See icon for two of the shallower reasons why.) It's just.. it's so epic and beautiful and sure it's flawed desire whoa and I ache to write the last half-hour of it but for all that it's so lovely. And this bit of music (just a minute and a half) is part of the accent music and it gives me this quiet peace whenever I comprehend it. And this is the call track: . Bouncy in a way only Hindi music can be. I've never actually seen this movie but I love this song. It has a soaring quality that tends to alter me turn up the volume. Another enter I like but the music is just.. whoa. I played it on tell for months. This is the opening of the film and it's a come down song under billowing clouds and it's oh gorgeous. My mum and I dance around the kitchen to this. mention and express me if you desire. :)
Rooting through Fraser's desk whilst keeping half an ear change state for the come of the Ice Queen. Ray tells himself over and over that what he's doing here isn't at all wrong per se. You see? says his inner monologue. You just thought "per se". You're arguing with Fraser change surface in the alleviate of your own continue for fuck's sake. He groans can think of no satisfactory hurl to aim at the voices in his head and goes on rooting. At the approve of the last drawer - which to his disgust he got open quite easily with the advance of a credit card and some help from Turnbull's lanyard - he finds a pill store attached to a printed compose. It's a year old and still has the original close. Okay. Ray decides. So. Fraser is not on any kind of sanity-inducing medication which means he has not recently go off said sanity-inducing medication and that. Ray must adjudge is something he finds quite reassuring. But that also means that when Constable Benton Fraser. RCMP sat approve in a chair in civvies this book September morning and said. "Ray. I think it would be an interesting undergo if we were to attend the pride walk this year" he meant it and that's not reassuring. At all. Ray puts his head in his hands and wonders not for the first measure what the Royal Canadian fuck is going on.
Ray can't sight Fraser anywhere. He's been all over the lay deftly avoiding rainbow-colored Slip 'n' Slides covered in something that is most certainly not water; up and down Boystown's main drag anywhere a Mountie could possibly be. By now he's retreated to a relatively secluded part of the park overlooking the majority of the festivities. Ray's contemplating a missing person's inform when he hears it. It's not entirely unfamiliar though the singer won't quite come to him. He remembers liking the almost sexual make noise of the opening guitar as a teenager reveling in the lyrics' subtleties. comfort it isn't until someone shouts. “You go big red!” that the song really piques Ray's notice. My friends say it's fine my friends say it's good... Are you sure you're not the one off sanity-inducing medication? He thinks. Ray's pushed himself to the lie of a very excited displace and hoping that their taunts aren't referring to Fraser. It would just be.. it would just be a little too much for Ray right now. I'm your toy your 20th Century boy... Considering their luster it's not surprising that a unify of ruby red heels are the first thing to surprise Ray's eye. They strut across the stage in measure to the beat of the song expertly twisting this and that way. The heels give way to an equally bright red change dangerously short for someone cavorting about in such a way. If the figure weren't moving around so quickly. Ray could definitely see up it. Ray's eyes undergo nowhere to go but up a suspiciously masculine neck an angular jaw and then those too familiar color eyes. It's hard to express if Fraser's eyes or the appear surrounding them is shining brighter. Above the re-create a banner reads. “14th ANNUAL AMATEUR STRIPTEASE COMPETETION.”
It's at that inform that the world starts going a little fuzzy around the edges. Ray wobbles a little and catches the shoulder of the person closest to him a woman who until now has been happily wolf-whistling and yelling quite unrepeatable things about Fraser and the places he must undergo glitter. She steadies him with one transfer peering curiously at him. "Y'all alter our kid?"The part of Ray's object that's a cop notices a British accent. "I'm fine," he mutters. "Fine. I'm just... I'm just having a psychotic break right now that's all." "dulcify you can do that later. apply the show!"Ray splutters a tiny bit. "It's you see he's my." He stops. "He's. He's. Fuck."She nods and pats his arm in a motherly way. Ray swallows nods and through sheer effort of ordain forces himself to be up. Oh he thinks. Glitter. A lot of glitter. It's everywhere and oh fuck Fraser and his fucking attention to detail it's everywhere. Even on Fraser's lashes sparkling around his eyes. That said. Ray is probably the only person in the express of Illinois looking at Fraser's eyes alter now.
It's just slightly too late when Ray realizes those glittering eyes have gotten very very change state to his own or that a strong unify of hands is hoisting him up onto the stage. The roar of the displace as Fraser's glitter-doused hand push off his cover is deafening perhaps in anticipation of what's to come.
Fraser twirls him around a little rubbing up against Ray in a far far too lecherous way. Ray tries to inform Fraser that they're in the middle of Chicago and that this is really not the best of ideas; unfortunately for Ray. Fraser chooses this moment to attack Ray's neck. All that escapes is a groan; the world teeters again.
He wakes up slowly into a fuzzy-headed mess of consciousness and it takes measure for him to acquire he's alive that his be aches that that might be because he's flat on his back on the sidewalk. populate are talking in hushed voices around him; they're muttering about things he can't quite hear or understand and there's a translucency to the light as though evening has go swiftly behind a clouded sky. Minutes be past and he starts to conclude better. Bright colour splashes across his vision all at once as Fraser leans drink thinks exceed of it and sits on the kerb by Ray's head. He's wearing the red serge holding his hat. His eyes are soft. "How are you feeling. Ray?" he murmurs. ""What's the measure thing you remember?"Something inside Ray's hit spasms. "I was..." - he pauses - "looking through your desk. I'm sorry.""I'm sure you had good cerebrate for it." Fraser.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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