deep_red_bells: ([Future] Road goes ever on & on)

Tori Amos, "Spark"
she's convinced she could hold back the glaciers // but she couldn't keep baby alive // doubting if there's a woman in there somewhere // here, here, here // you say you don't want it again and again but you don't // don't really mean it // say you don't want it, the circus we're in but you don' t // don't really mean it

The Weepies, "Not Your Year"
scattered shadows on a wall, you watch the long light fall // some impressions stay and some will fade // tattered shoes outside your door, clothes all on the floor // your life feels like the morning after all year long // and every day it starts again // and you cannot say if you're happy // you keep trying to be // try harder, maybe // maybe this is not your year

Regina Spektor, "Samson"
oh we couldn't bring the columns down // yeah we couldn't destroy a single one // and the history books forgot about us // and the bible didn't mention us // not even once // you are my sweetest downfall // I loved you first

Evanescence, "Missing"
please, please forgive me // but I won't be home again // maybe someday you'll look up // and barely conscious, you'll say to no one // "isn't something missing?"

Joanna Newsom, "Peach, Plum, Pear"
but it's late in the day and you're well on your way // what was golden went gray and I'm suddenly shy // and the gathering floozies afford to be choosy // and all sneezing darkly in the dimming divide // and I have read the right books to interpret your looks // you were knocking me down with the palm of your eye // this was unlike the story it was written to be // I was riding its back when it used to ride me // and we were galloping manic to the mouth of the source // we were swallowing panic in the face of its force // and I am blue // I am blue and unwell

Plumb, "I Can't Do This"
I’m standing still // I’m oh, so peaceful // I can’t pretend that I’m fine // I get so ill, crazy, agitated // when I’ve not really died // I can’t do this, I can’t do this // I can’t do this by myself

Tori Amos, "Hey Jupiter"
thought I knew myself so well // all the doubts I had // took my leather off the shelf // your apocalypse was fab // for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath // and I thought I wouldn't have to be with you

Missy Higgins, "Where I Stood"
I don't know what I've done // or if I like what I've begun // but something told me to run and honey you know me // it's all or none // there were sounds in my head // little voices whispering // that I should go and this should end // oh and I found myself listening // 'cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you // all I know is that I should // and I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you // all I know is that I should // 'cos she will love you more than I could // she who dares to stand where I stood
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Dress up)
Spell out your name in songs!

Take each letter of your name, and make it a song in your playlist.

B - "Beautiful Disaster" by Jon McLaughlin
A - "All Of This Past" by Sarah Bettens
I - "In My Arms" by Plumb
L - "Leave Out All the Rest" by Linkin Park
E - "Everything" by Alanis Morissette
I - "I Shall Believe" by Sheryl Crow
G - "Girl Anachronism" by The Dresden Dolls
H - "Hey Jupiter" by Tori Amos



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deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Luminous smile)
Untitled


I went very monochromatic today, I guess because of all the rain. I dunno.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Serene)
I like scars.

That sounds weird and I’d probably feel differently if I had something horribly disfiguring. But I like the little flaws. Perfection and flawlessness…it’s just not natural, and it’s overrated. My scars are reminders, and they’re unique to me, and they set me apart, and I like being unique and different and me.

The first scar I can remember getting is the one on my chin. I was really little, I tripped over a speck of dust and I busted my chin. It bled like crazy and I had to get these big ugly stitches--it was pretty traumatizing. You can’t really see it now, just barely if I’m in the right light from the right angle. It’s maybe an inch, an inch and a half long? It’s just a little indention.

I cut my knee open several years later, and it had to be stitched up. I hobbled around on crutches for a while. That was actually kind of cool, I was really popular for about a week--what is it with kids’ fascination with crutches? Anyway. It’s also barely visible. It’s about two inches long and very thin and pale.

The next scar I can remember getting is the one on my palm. I’ve told the story so many times, so I’ll make it short. I was at work when I became a Slayer. I was a waitress. I broke a coffee cup. It just shattered in my hand because I gripped it too hard. I cut the hell out of my palm, went to the hospital, had it stitched up. But because I had that nifty accelerated healing, the next day, it was all healed up around the stitches. I had to cut the skin open again to pull the threads out. It left a very odd looking scar below my thumb. I don’t know why that wound would scar when nothing else I’ve sustained since becoming a Slayer except for vampire bites has…I can only figure, maybe it was because I’d just been called? I don’t know.

My other two scars are bite wounds. The first was a graze, just two little raised lines on the back of my neck, where the fangs caught me. The other…was worse. It was a full out bite. It kind of intersected through the other and…it’s kind of ugly and weird looking? And I wear my hair down a lot to hide it? But I learned a pretty valuable lesson from it, and I haven’t made the same mistake again.

As for piercings or tattoos, well, my ears are pierces, as is my belly button. Speaking of which, don’t I have to do something special for that when I start, um, getting bigger? With the baby? Like, get a spacer or something? Eh, anyway. I’ve thought about tattoos, but so far it’s all just been thought. I don’t know what I want, or where I’d get it, and that’s a decision you need to make sure you put a lot of consideration into, so. If I find something I just HAVE to have, maybe I’ll get it.

So. That's all.
deep_red_bells: ([Slayer] Weapon)
If you are special in some way, (vampire, werewolf, psychic, et cetera), how would you react if you woke up one morning stripped of your power?


There’s only two ways that would happen:

1) Those stupid coven of Japanese goth-wannbe vamps got hold of the Scythe again, in which case, the world is supremely fucked, or 2) someone slipped me that lovely combination of drugs that Watchers used to give Slayers for their Cruciamentum.

And I would react by freaking the hell out. I might not always love my abilities, but I know what's out there. The world's full of monsters, and that I'm built to fight them and that I can protect myself and the people I love from them? Yeah, that's how I sleep at night, people.

So, yeah, it's safe to say, I would not be happy.

deep_red_bells: ([Julian] You were meant for me)

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I don't know...it's just pretty and has been in my head.
deep_red_bells: ([Emote] Happy girl)
Hi! How are YOU doing.

Let us know how you're doing right here, right now. You have one song, so make it count, k? :)


Let the axes twirl )
deep_red_bells: ([Expressive] Being a goof)
Post at least three songs that will get you on the dance floor.






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deep_red_bells: ([Text] Queen Bee)
So tell us about your name. Do you have a middle name? Do you have several? Do you go by a pseudonym? A nickname? Why? What about your username? Give us a story. There’s got to be some reason you’re called what you are called.


My mom used to read a lot of cheap romance novels. She still does. Baileigh was the name of one of the 'heroines' (oh, I use that term very, very loosely, yes) in one of her favorites. She liked it, and she liked the spelling, so she stuck it on my birth certificate (she was seventeen and a flake, really, what'd you expect?). So, amid a lot of Marias and Gabriellas and various other more traditional names of Spanish heritage, I got to be Baileigh. It doesn't really mean anything, though some of those little magnets you can buy will say it means 'a steward' or some such nonsense.

My middle name is Inez. That was my grandmother's name. To this day, I have no idea why my mother stuck that in there. She and my grandmother certainly didn't get along. I try not to read too much into it. It's a nice name. It means 'pure.' I've always liked it.

Solis is my last name, which means 'sun'.

Most of you on my f-list know my nickname is Bee, and it has been since I was eight. It has just as much to do with my flightiness as it does my first initial.

My username comes from a Neko Case song. It's an awesome song. You should give it a listen.

So. There you go.


deep_red_bells: ([Text] Strange little girl)

I went with the least embarassing ones I could find.

Newborn )

Toddler picture )

As you can see, I've always had a mess of hair. :P

I think I was eight here? )

I've also always loved shoes.

And since I'm supposedly free to interpret the topic however I want: these are MY babies.

Ruhun )

Irina )

deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Dress up)
--Shoes
--Coffee
--Sex
--Pillow talk
--Cuddling up in bed on a rainy day
--Strawberry ice cream
--Mkay, just about any flavor of ice cream, really
--Iced tea, extra sweet
--The smell of a brand new book and the way the spine creaks when you open it for the first time
--Freshly sharpened stakes
--Well balanced swords
--Scents: ceder, vanilla, lavender, fresh cut grass, rain, the ocean, leather, citrus, ginger, freshly laundered clothes
--Fat fuzzy puppies
--Bonfires
--S'mores
--Curling up under a blanket on a cold day
--Coming home after slaying
--Warm buttered popcorn
--Pancakes with fruit and powdered sugar
--Soft fluffy pillows
--Good hair days
--Laughing so hard I cry
--Moments that make me feel better about the world
--Lemonade
--Photographs of happy memories
--Clean sheets
--Dancing
deep_red_bells: ([Julian] Fall into your gravity)
To be honest only a few really come to mind.

Leona Lewis, "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face"

I'm not a big believer in love at first sight. But this song makes you believe in it if only for four and a half minutes. It's gorgeous and moving.

Mixwit under here )

Sam Cooke, "Nothing Can Change This Love" and Etta James, "At Last" and if I have to explain why? Seriously. What's wrong with you?

Possibly I've had wedding music on the brain.
deep_red_bells: ([Appearance] Soft)
Would you:

A. Kill one person to save 1,000,000 others? (you are not allowed to kill yourself)

B. Kill 1,000,000 people to save someone in particular? (you are not in danger in this instance)

In both cases, it's gonna depend on who that someone is. If it was someone I loved...if it was a choice between their life and the life of a million people? I don't know. I know they say that you don't know what you're capable of until you're in that situation, but I think it's very possible that I'd be selfish. I don't know if I could be as strong as Summers.

Extra Credit question:

Would you sacrifice yourself in order to save 1,000,000 people even if they never learned your name?


Are you kidding? What the fuck do you think I'm doing? Do you think I don't risk my life every time I walk out the door to slay? Do you think anyone besides maybe the handful of people I consider friends and family are gonna remember me? No, they will not, and they won't care. So what do you think?

deep_red_bells: ([Text] It's a simple truth)
The tracks and some of the lyrics

Nobody said it was easy )


Here's the mixed tape if you want to listen

No one ever said it would be this hard )

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