#Emily Bindiger

[anarchic-miscellany]

.hack//sign Appreciation Post

Anime is always following "the next hot thing" and burning through stuff at an alarming rate (remember when everything was all about "Blue Exorcist"? Remember when "Bleach" was top of the pile?) so take your time, guys, relax: focus on some stuff you missed the first time around. Like ".hack//sign"!

In the world's only MMO, a player named Tsukasa wakes up with no idea who he is. He cannot log out, and there is a mysterious guardian angel protecting him from harm. He doesn't want answer, he wants to be left alone, but no man is an island... Subaru, the shy leader of a guild of "Justice Bringers" is curious about this new "cheater" in the system, and together with the nice old guy Bear, who plays the game to reconnect with his son, Crim, a flamboyant roleplayer who co-founded the Guild with her but got bored, B.T, the information broker interested moreso in the powers this kid possesses in game, and Mimiru, the upbeat schoolgirl here to have fun; an investigation into the mystery player goes on! But there are darker forces at play here, and matters are complicated by the excellent character of overpowered player-killer Sora...

It's like if "Sword Art Online" was good, focused on characters, growth, the nature of self, identity, and just a HINT of lesbianism, and came out BEFORE that trash show! Imagine if it used the concept well, was experimental in its storytelling (all of the real world parts are done as washed out silent movies, representing the need for a technicolour escape from it all. *chef's kiss*) and had, like, CHARACTERS! With arcs, feelings, depth, episodes dedicated to them, growth!

Imagine if our protagonist was not building a harem, but learning to be a person and to socialise! And if instead of an almight god power letting them save the world, they were instead seen as a cheat and an asshole for having this, and were hunted by every single person on the server! Interesting subversion of it, right? Sure, it was experimental, and didn't always work (Tsukasa is kind of a prick for a lot of it, and that's rather off putting to some, even if they are an introverted, amnesiac trauma victim growing and learning; and the central villain and plot is kind of glossed over and rushed unless you play the games. Which I did.) but what was there was bold, and tight, and fun, and excellent!

Oh, and Paul "Leon S Kennedy" Mercier plays Bear.

Plus, the music (by Yuji Kajiura, and with breathtakingly beautiful vocals from Emily Bindiger on a couple of songs, you'll know her from "Flying Teapot" in "Cowboy Bebop") is ALL FANTASTIC, and has the best disconnect between its pumping theme song and actual content I've seen.

It was wholesome, without being treacly, it was all about mood, atmosphere, dialogue and people. Give it a go.

Or don't, I'm not your keeper.

[aqua7sea]

Um, here are two songs I posted late at night on Soundcloud.

[comatosebunny09]

forget-me-nots snippet | leon k.

genre(s): angst, romance, modern au warning(s): hanahaki disease trope, unrequited feelings, self-loathing, stream of consciousness, language music inspo: adieu - emily bindiger

It was cute, really—how he thought he was getting away with sneaking glances at a certain former femme fatale.

Like his jaw wasn’t already well-acquainted with the floor whenever a familiar shock of scarlet stained the scene.

She—being one Ada Wong—had sashayed past your table with her lips painted rouge. Carried the scent of jasmine and danger with her, placing a nimble hand on Leon’s shoulder. Coupled it with a well-placed wink and a “See you later, handsome,” crooned in that seductive voice that never failed to derail him—never failed to sink your heart into the deepest reaches of your stomach. 

You wanted to hate her. Honestly, you did. But you couldn’t find it within yourself since she’d reformed and joined the agency. Turned her back on the life of debauchery in favor of something straighter-edged.

And it didn’t help that Ada was…surprisingly kind. Resourceful. Charismatic. Professional. And Leon speaking life into her name like the enchanted soul he was, swayed you further away from your road of disdain when it came to her.

The hearts haloing his head were palpable.

You could touch them if you wanted. Reach out and flick those cartoonish little things, and Leon’s eyes swirled with them, stained all shades of lovey-dovey. The sight of his longing made you hide a snicker behind your hand, and your heart burn cold.

Leon’s attention snapped to you. All traces of that puppylike infatuation were replaced by mild amusement. Over the sultry croon of the songstress onstage, beneath the sepia glow of the chandelier overhead, his brow quirked with a question.

“What’s so funny?” 

The bass of his voice rattled your bones. Enamored you. Always did, drawing your elbows onto the table and your chin atop folded hands. Something in your chest pulsed and pinched, but you masked the throb of it with a teasing smirk.

With a deep sigh pushing through your nostrils, you searched the stratosphere of Leon’s eyes. Admired his features as he maneuvered himself to mirror you on the table. A habit you’d both acquired through your years as partners. Anyone passing would mistake you both for being two pining fools. Though, they wouldn’t be too far off in their assumption.

“Nothin’. Just wish someone would look at me like that.” Despite the tease your voice carried, sadness sank between the vowels and consonants.

Really, you did want him to look at you like that. But you knew you’d never hold a place in Leon’s heart. Not like she did. Could never imagine Leon shuffling around those feelings to make room for someone as plain as you.

Leon blinked a few times. A subtle shade of peach dusted his cheeks. He broke eye contact, taking to fiddling with a wrinkle on the tablecloth as a subdued smile rounded his lips.

Shy was something foreign for your partner. Manly, precise, and goofy were not. He was always so sure of himself. Purposeful in every word, and every action, with a terrible pun or two sprinkled in to break up the monotony of the moment.

So imagine your surprise when Leon Scott-fucking-Kennedy sat amid the liveliness of the ballroom, tucking his bashfulness into the collar of his dress shirt like a boy caught rifling through the cookie jar.

The notion of someone else making butterflies swarm in Leon’s stomach made your chest grow tighter. And a pressure akin to thorns sank into the column of your throat, grazing downward until your trachea grew raw and your chest pulsed again with liquid fire.

It would never be you, would it? Could never be you, right?

“Dunno what you’re on about,” Leon chuckled, anxiety residing in the depths of his voice. This avoidance: he wore it well. Still couldn’t look your way because he’d been caught red-handed, making googly eyes at the woman who haunted his dreams and tarnished yours.

You felt something hot drop into the pit of your belly. Felt your face twitch with the threat of a grimace, yet you brushed it off as quickly as it came.

“Oh, come on. You so wanna bone her right now.”

Leon huffed. Your eyes were trained on how his forearm muscles flexed beneath the polyester of his tux as he reached around the centerpiece for the bottle of Chardonnay. Dragged it from your side, settling it before him with a definitive clunk.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, little lady. I’m cuttin’ you off.”

It was hard to miss the humored glint of his eye. How he bowed forward in an easy slouch with his fingers laced together, relaxed because he was in the company of his partner. His friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. Your stomach gnarled and lurched, but you tamped it down like you did everything else.

Scoff. “I don’t think you’ve had enough, Mr. Kennedy,” you said, snatching the bottle back to top off your champagne flute. Lost count of how many glasses you had. Anything would suffice to drown out the cacophony of your thoughts. To muddle the sound of vines twisting together and—

Leon leaned back against his chair, dusting off the lapel of his jacket. “Tryna cut back.”

Your brow twitched. Surprising because Leon could throw back a bottle of whiskey like it were water.

“Oh? Would a certain vixen in red have something to do with that?”

He snorted, looking off to the side. “Ada? Nah, she’s…she’s cool.”

[kittycatpopprincess]

Day 6: It Feels Like Home

It had been so long since Atsuko Kagari Cavendish had been home. She had been travelling the world for two months now. But today was the day she was supposed to finally come back, and the thought of her return had been on Diana’s mind all day. She checked her watch, securely strapped to the inside of her wrist: After cleaning out the large house they shared, dusting, vacuuming, hanging the latest batch of laundry outside to dry and making one last round of inspection to make sure everything was perfect, it was already five in the afternoon. She had about five hours left until Akko arrived. Silently, she took her wedding ring out of her trouser’s coin pocket, holding it carefully in her palm and turning it, one, two, three times; Diana was not the superstitious type, but this little ritual helped her feel at east while she silently wished for Akko to be alright and come back to her soon. She put the ring back in her coin pocket, not yet done with the day’s work. Akko would arrive in time for dinner, and for this occasion, Diana made sure to cook something special. She walked into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of her beige shirt. Already, she gathered the ingredients to cook a boeuf bourguignon, one of Akko’s favourite dishes ever since she tasted it for the first time while visiting the Burgundy region where Chariot, her teacher, mentor and idol, was born. Prime beef already diced and left overnight in red wine, thyme and bay leaves, locally-grown carrots and onions; She carefully prepared them all, browning the meat, deglazing the wine, bringing the whole to simmer and left it to slowly cook over for the next few hours.

Next on her list was to take a thorough shower, and dress properly for her wife’s return. A silk, soft peach button up gifted to her for her Akko’s first christmas in their common house; Off-white flannel trousers, the same one she wore at Akko’s Glasgow show three years ago; Plum purple earrings which dangled from her lobes, her beloved’s favourite. Diana didn’t get attached to things easily. All she kept had some sentimental value and meaning. In essence, that night, Diana dressed by choosing her favourite memories, down to the last minute detail. She took her ring in the palm of her hand again, and turned it three times before putting it back on. One last check that she had bath salts and candles to run her wife a bath later if needed, and she was done here too.

She had some time left, and went to the living room, carefully scanning through the impressive collection of records they had amassed over the years. One after another, she slowly tipped the sleeves before settling on one album, the cheap cardboard sleeve beginning to fall apart from how much they had listened to it. Emily Bindiger’s 1971 album “Emily”. The record was placed on the turntable and started spinning, music filling every room of the house. Finally, Diana added a bit of chocolate to the sauce of the almost thoroughly cooked beef, lit up a stick of cinnamon-scented incense, and went to open the door as soon as she heard the three knocks she knew by heart by now. As soon as she did, Akko took her in her arms, holding her close after months of being apart. And in this moment, Diana felt comfort in all that was missing up until now. The sound of her laughter, her delicate perfume, the warmth of her arms around her. Akko was finally here.

“Welcome back, my darling.”

This was home again.

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A/N: It ended up being a day late, but here's my contribution to Dianako week 2023! This was honestly pretty fun to write despite being a bit short, even by my standards. Hopefully I managed to avoid typos and the likes. And uuuh I hope you had fun reading if you read it all!

@dianakko-week

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

OC Songs

Was tagged by @bloodlessheirbyjacques

Rules: Choose an OC and list songs that fit them (HAHA Like Imma just do ONE you're such a bad influence on me when it comes to tag rules 😂)

This might take me a minute. I'll try to go on easy mode.

No pressure tagging @sleepyowlwrites @ettawritesnstudies @winterandwords

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Becks I Found A Reason - Cat Power You should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish Sharp Edges - Linkin Park Lost In Paradise - Evanescence

Thomas Dear Hearts and Gentle People - Bob Crosby Who Needs Shelter - Jason Mraz Mr. Blue Sky - ELO On the Sunny Side of the Street - Nat King Cole Trio

Rod Sympathy for the Devil - Guns N' Roses Adieu - Emily Bindiger The Remedy (I Won't Worry) - Jason Mraz Don't Bother None - Mai Yamane

Jules Last Midnight - Into The Woods (Meryl Streep) Copycat - Billie Eilish Sweet Sacrifice - Evanescence Ex's & Oh's - Elle King

[fromthe8thdimension]

Cross roads. -河童様

[hardboiledteacozy]

I was tagged by @mikiyu so thank you Miki! This sounds like fun :D

Rules: "spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url."

That's a lot of letters, so I think I'm just gonna say any mutual who wants to do it and tag me so I can see it, you absolutely should plz. Now, I'm placing this under a cut because my url is comically long:

"Hail Holy Queen" by Sea Power

"Adieu" by Emily Bindiger

"Rises the Moon" by Liana Flores

"Dear Avery" by The Decemberists

"Backseat" by Bryan John Appleby

"One Day" by Omoinotake

"I Still Remember" by Bloc Party

"Lothloren" from the LotR musical

"Everything I Am Is Yours" by Villagers

"Dark Tower" by Miniature Tigers

"Tokyo Ghetto" by Eve

"End of Love" by Florence + The Machine

"Among Stately Peaks" by Yasunori Nishiki

"Cinder and Smoke" by Iron and Wine

"Overdose" by Natori

"Zero" by LMYK

"Young Bride" by Midlake

I got to add some of my absolute faves here, so that was a ton of fun!

I'm honestly tempted to make a playlist now haha

[sonyclasica]

YOKO KANNO

COWBOY BEBOP: SONGS FOR THE COSMIC SOFA

Presentamos "COWBOY BEBOP: Songs for the Cosmic Sofa", un viaje auditivo con llamativos diseños del aclamado Toshiaki Uesugi, conocido por su trabajo para la franquicia Cowboy Bebop.

Consíguelo AQUÍ

Este LP, supervisado  por Yoko Kanno, es una colección de temas chill-out y downtempo extraídos de la discografía de Cowboy Bebop. Explora canciones icónicas como "Adieu" de Cowboy Bebop: Blue (con Emily Bindiger) y una nueva grabación del éxito "The Real Folk Blues" (con Mai Yamane).

Este set de vinilo cuenta con un disco LP de lujo, prensado en vinilo de 12" jaspeado rosa oscuro de 140 g. Incluye una impresión con la lista de canciones, los créditos de las canciones, las extensas notas y las entrevistas con Yoko Kanno.

[epiphanytear]

3, 13, and 21 pls! (from the music ask)

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

I Reach For The Sun- Yuki Kajiura (sung by Emily Bindiger)

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs

Open Arms - Journey

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title

Anna Rose - Vienna Teng

Send me music asks

[woodencup]

Crows Rise As Harmony Cries

https://www.mixcloud.com/woodencup/crows-rise-as-harmony-cries/

Nick Drake - Milk & Honey

Emily Bindiger - Song of Decision

Day Of Phoenix - Zombie

D.R.Hooker - Weather Girl

Bonnie Dobson - Good Morning Rain

G Wayne Thomas - Open up Your Heart

Ro Ro - Meet At The Water

Placebo - You Got Me Hummin'

Spooky Tooth - That Was Only Yesterday

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

This singer sounds like she listens to a lot of Nancy Wilson

[roomwiththewind]

Can you hear the calling

Of the raving wind and water?

We just keep dreaming

Of the land 'cross the river.

We are always on the way

To find the place we belong.

Wandering to nowhere,

We're paddling

Down the raging sea.

[amvsharing]

【AMV】 everytime you kissed me (by 时时刻刻 - BILIBILI MAD CONTEST 2016)

[comatosebunny09]

forget me not

genre: angst, modern au

warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, heartbreak, pining, crimelord!kyo, female!reader

music: adieu - emily bindiger / clair de lune - claude debussy

You had called him after the sun took refuge behind the mountains. 

When the sky was violet, and stars spilled across it like paint. 

Swaddled in the blue light of his cell and the gentle murmur of his engine, Kyojuro reached for the driver-side handle and threw the door open. The wind was fearsome, ruffling his hair and threatening to knock him off his feet. 

But the sound of your voice breaking through the staticky speaker kept him tethered to Earth.

He nearly dropped his phone when he slid into the leather seat, fumbling to connect you to the Bluetooth. Wild-eyed and swallowing thickly, his nerves solar flares beneath his skin.

“Hey,” you said. 

Light as silk, a simple greeting filled his spacious convertible and his head with vertigo. There was apprehension swimming beneath the soprano of your tone. A slight waver. A shaky sigh as if the world’s weight was on your shoulders. 

“Hey,” he parroted, masking the tremor of his own voice.

Sat up, spine painfully stiff. Never gripped the shifter tighter. The fine hairs littering his body stood at attention. He found himself straining every molecule inside to hear you again.

To feel you again.

It had been months, after all. Since he last heard from you. Saw you. He never thought he would again, having fled the city to let you reassemble the jagged shards of your heart.

Alone.

Said it was best because he was destroying you. Stripping you down to the marrow, bleeding you dry. A good girl like you didn’t deserve to be dragged down by a scoundrel like him. You deserved happiness. Freedom. Stability.

Kyojuro watched the dam keeping your emotions at bay splinter, tears pouring in rivulets down your cheeks. He could still hear your shrill cries for him to stay. You clung to his sleeve. Pounded tiny fists against his chest. He watched emotions fleet across your face like torn film reels, all passive and tight-lipped. He had to be. It was the only way to make this breakup clean. 

Sand filled his throat, and his heart sank into the empty chasm of his stomach as he left.

Forever.

Or so he thought.

He couldn’t understand; why he clung to every minute sound—every burst of static, every heave of breath. Strangled the leather of his steering wheel, and his foot hovered over the pedal. 

Say the word. Just say it. Just—

“I… didn’t know who else to call.” 

Your voice popped and fizzed like a bonfire, cutting through the dissonance of his mind. He could taste the brine of tears welling up beneath your lashes. Could sense you receding into yourself, rubbing your arms to ward off the cold. Pictured you with your back against a wall, fighting against the quake of your shoulders and biting your lips to keep from whimpering.

The thought made the warmth of fondness wade over him. He couldn’t help the quirk of his lips as he leaned back against the seat. You were always such a crybaby. His crybaby.

Somehow, the notion was comforting. Knowing that you needed him. That he was at the forefront of your mind after all this time. Sure, a part of him felt sick. Deplorable. Hollow. But he couldn’t ignore how his body tingled.

Assuredness drenched his timbre as he asked, 

“Where are you?”

The ping in his notifications was instantaneous. As was the airiness that inhabited your voice as you breathed a

“Thank you.”

Kyojuro nodded to no one, your pin drop flooding the dash screen, a melancholy smile rounding his lips. He peeled out of the parking lot without thinking, the roar of his motor mirroring the wild flutter of his heart.

[lyssahumana]

[erstwhile-punk-guerito]