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title: Dixon's Girl
sourceElementary, s1-2, Sherlock BBC s1-2
music: Dessa - Dixon's Girl
characters: Joan Watson, Sally Donoval, Soo Ling Yao (+Molly and Irene)
password: dixon
warnings: some fast cuts, canon-typical violence, canon-typical violence towards women, blood/corpses. 

notes: This is my first meta vid and I have a lot of feelings about this song, I have a lot of feelings about this show and I have a crap ton of feelings about Joan Watson and Sally Donovan and how they’re respectively treated and how these shows treat women of colour, most of which I hope to express through the vid. 

This came together before Elementary S3, and Sherlock S3.

dixon's girl from stardust rain on Vimeo.


You gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad. A kinda-sorta crossover. (or: Breaking the fourth wall with Joan Watson and Sally Donovan.) A meta-vid.  

stream on vimeo | download: 81MB

Oh, someone taught
Your walls to talk 
But if they ask me, I ain't heard a thing

Back to the wall
Bat to the ball
Back to the drawing board
[X3]

Again

There was a snow storm in Jackson,
When you and I met,
At a club called Saint Sebastian's,
But the sign said something different.
I remember thinking that I didn't have a shot at Mississippi.
Television told us which roads they were closing.
"There goes the rap show."

Everybody knew you as the wife of a famous man.
Everybody who knew said, "There goes Dixon's girl again. 
Even the walls all lean closer, when she plays the piano real slow."

Haven't met too many women in this business that I really like,
But you could hold a little liquor, you could hold a conversation
You could hold your own mic, and,
Even that night, I learned the truth about your man:
You've gotta be big to treat pretty girls bad.

And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you

Well I heard from the rest of the world, you're in trouble.
Bad news moves like fire that you fight on the phone.
And I'm too far away, my well-wishing can't touch you,
But I think of you still, more than you might suppose.

Everybody wanna see you with your hair down, 
Wanna hear you hit the high note.
Wanna know if they can get you for a little less, girl.
I don't. I know,
How the stones can fly, had some hard goodbyes.
Call me up, day or night, free drinks and bad advice.

And it's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money's on you
It's not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
Not much, but my money
My money's on you

Back to the wall
Back to the bar
Back to the drawing board
[X3]

And it's not much, but my money's on you. 

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again, this is my first meta vid and I couldn't find a beta, so concrit is hugely welcome!


 
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title: Matches to Paper Dolls
source: X-Men 1-3, X-Men: First Class
music: Dessa - Matches to Paper Dolls
pairing: Charles/Erik
password: matches
warnings: some fast cuts, canon-typical violence


notes: I made this ages ago, and it’s been sitting on my laptop collecting dust for a while. I’m posting this before the newest movie plays all kinds of merry hell with the continuity of this timeline. 


 
 
tried sweet talk, tried dynamite, but I sleepwalk back to the battle site.
stream on vimeo | download: 101 MB | 55 MB 
 

I changed the locks
But your key, your key's still working
You can't train a moth, I guess
Uh, each beast gets her burden
So we circle this old flame
Too much at stake but too late to change
My nerves are shot, my reserves exhausted
It's a tired plot but we bought it
Now we're lost
Between love and cholera
Saccharine read, such a sentimental novel
Give you cavities if it doesn't drive you to the bottle
As for me, I'll take another kerosene if you got it
Something harder, look, like a moth you see
And I still get chills when you talk to me
But the years pass by now in twos and threes
These thrills ain't as cheap as they used to be

If you're asking
I can't say no
Just one more chapter
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls

(I know it's madness, I know
I know it's madness, I know
I know it's mad)

Uh, tried sweet talk, tried dynamite
But I sleepwalk back to the battle site
Fight fire with fire but the fire won't fight
We just fly these circles like tired kites
And you flash some fang
And I bat my lashes
And we're back again
No end to this game with matches
We've been lovers and strangers and friends who get angry
Made mistakes and amends and brief moments of magic
We forgive and forget and give in to attraction
This whole thing depends on amnesia and magnets
And I'd be leaving for good, I'd be looking for better
But I got this broken habit I keep gluing back together
The fever, the fire, the feathers
The fever defies measure
And good sense won't venture where the moth will go

If you're asking
I can't say no
Just one more chapter
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls

(Just like, just like...
Just like, just like...
Just like giving matches to paper dolls
Just like, just like...
Just like, just like...
Just like giving matches to paper dolls)

If you're asking
I can't say no
Just one more chapter
Our book won't close
And I know it's madness
To play these odds
It's like giving matches
To paper, to paper dolls



 
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