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Festivid Treat: The Writer (Not Another Happy Ending)

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Festivid Treat: The Writer (Not Another Happy Ending)

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Festivid treat the 1st!

HI [personal profile] such_heights HI! I made you another vid about Karen's face! Oh, wait, you already knew that because you guessed I'd made this before you even watched it :-P

The Writer
edited by [personal profile] purplefringe
fandom: Not Another Happy Ending
characters: Karen Gillan's Face Jane/Darcy
music: The Writer by Ellie Goulding
summary: The writer and her muse
notes: Made for [personal profile] such_heights for Festivids 2014. Made using her song idea and, er, her clips. :-P (Thanks for those!)
warnings: Tragically, this is not really representative of the film. I wish it were. The *actual* plot involves several kind of douchy guys, who take up valuable screen time which could and should have been given to Karen Gillan. So...apologies if this vid gets your hopes up. Femslash is entirely subtextual.

download: 43MB @ mediafire

password: karengillan

The Writer from Phoebe on Vimeo.





You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
You change your position
And you're changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn't be

We're interrupted
By the heat of the sun
Trying to prevent
What's already begun
Oh, you're just a body
I can smell your skin
And when we feel it
You're wearing thin

Oh, but I've got a plan
And why don't you be the artist?
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa
It's all broken springs
This isn't the place for
Those violin strings
Oh, I try out a smile
And I aim it at you
Oh, you must have missed it
You always do

Oh, but I've got a plan
And why don't you be the artist?
And make me out of clay?
Oh, why don't you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
‘Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows
Interrupted

You wait
I wait
Casting shadows

Why don't you be the artist?
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer?
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

Why don’t you be the artist?
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer?
And decide the words to say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend
I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?
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