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no grey you are not jennifer hudson

you are not jennifer holliday

you are not even effie white

you are simply a white girl making tea and singing from across the kitchen

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Sorry if it took a bit of time, I learned each part as I was recording it, lol. :] You’ll see the chorus gets progressively more accurate towards the end.

[edit: whoops cut out half of it, fixed that]

[edit: IT STILL DIDN’T WORK OMG HOW MANY TIMES-]

[edit: i give up]

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WHAT IF INDEED

i don’t feel any different

(excuse the derps this was like a 10-minute-or-less recording)

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Me, performing the end of “Can You Find It in Your Heart?” from Footloose. Unfortunately, my dad only recorded it the second night, and the second night was less than fantastic. Eh. Audience didn’t seem to mind.

FUN FACT: Shaw = Boyd, my brother.


Guys.

GUYS.

This fabulous human being made a vid for Moriarty’s Pumped Up Kicks and it is gorgeous.


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Little derps I do to warm up. Here’s me singing I’m Just Your Problem from Adventure Time really quickly.

(choked on my own saliva in the middle don’t mind me)

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Today, I opened up my Audacity project file to see if I could make ANOTHER attempt at recording “Part Of Dean’s World” for The Little Castiel. I listened through my previous attempt. I was not expecting this.

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Lovely Little Vice by Spanish Refrigerator

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Me and Mr. Holmes

Parody of “Me and Mr. Jones” by Amy Winehouse. John’s POV. Johnny-boy’s a bit jealous of Miss Adler, oh my.

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Lyrics:

Nobody stands
inbetween me and my man
It’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)

What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss your loneliness (loneliness)
You thought no one could love you when I did (when I did)
Can’t believe you played it out like that

Guess I ain’t worth stressin’
Not to that American girl you kissed (girl you kissed)
You can’t keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can’t believe you lost to that Adler bitch

You forgot me, like at Brixton
But nobody stands inbetween me and my man
‘Cause it’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)

What kind of flatmates are we?
Nowadays you won’t do shit for me (shit for me)
I might let you make it all up to me (make it up)
How’s dinner Saturday?

What kind of sociopath are you?
Hypnotizing with your jet-black do (jet-black do)
But I could swear I’d no chance with you
I still want to do bad things to you

You’re my destiny
At 221B
Nobody stands inbetween me and my man
‘Cause it’s me and Mr. Holmes
(Me and Mr. Holmes)

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Hey There John Watson

Post-Reichenbach. Angst. Lots of it. (Sherlock’s POV)

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Lyrics:

Hey there, John Watson, what’s it like back home in London
I’m five thousand miles away, but, John, tonight I’m coming undone
And it’s true
Though barely living in refuge
It’s all I can do
 
Hey there, John Watson, don’t you worry about the distance
Call my phone and give my answering machine another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice, it’ll suffice
I’m by your side
 
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me
 
Hey there, John Watson, I know times are getting hard
But please believe in me, some day I’ll pay a visit at your door
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we thought we would
I know we could
 
Hey there, John Watson, I’ve got so much left to say
And I wish more than anything that I could take this pain away
I’d risk it all
To know Moran one day would fall
And we’d have it all
 
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
 
Five thousand miles seems pretty far
But once our safety is assured
I’ll walk to you if I have no other way
The Yarders once made fun of us
But we just laughed along because
We knew not one of them had felt this way
John, my friend, I promise you
That if I ever make it
221B will never be same
Am I to blame?
 
Hey there, John Watson, you be good, and don’t you mind me
Give me time and I’ll be home again
And we’ll be touring crime scenes
Like we do
You’ll know it’s all because of you
Few years, we’ll be like we used to
Hey there, John Watson, here’s to you
I’ll make it up to you
 
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
Oh, it’s what you do to me
What you do to me, oh

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Ladies and gentlemen…
let the Moriparty commence.
(I love you people so much it hurts.)

Ladies and gentlemen…

let the Moriparty commence.

(I love you people so much it hurts.)


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Moriarty’s Pumped Up Kicks

A parody, if it wasn’t obvious. I had a lot of fun making this.

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Lyrics:

I know you’ve got a quick mind
You’ll look around the room, who knows what you’ll find?
See, you’ve got quite a pet
Hangin’ off your arm, perfect target
 
And now, you can’t hide or run
You’ve gone too far, but we’ll have some fun
And you won’t even know what
What’s comin’ for you, I’m comin’ for you, yeah
 
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better solve, better solve
Faster than my snipers
 
All the other kids
with their crimes undid
better hush, better hush
don’t speak my name
But now I’ve got to bid
Thirty million quid
just to get, just to get
you playin’ my game
 
Sherlock works a long day
He’s comin’ home late, he’s comin’ home late
And he’s bringin’ me a surprise
Bruce-Partington plans on a flash drive
 
I’ve waited for a long time
The slight of my hand is now a troop of snipers
I reason with your little pet
I’ll set your heart on fire, gonna burn it out, yeah
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
Thought that I was dull
But I’m changeable
Get away, get away
Wish you’d stop tryin’
Maybe now your fate
We’ll negotiate
‘Cause, come on, it’s for John
Now can’t you stop pryin’?
 
But the flirting’s over, Sherlock, daddy’s had enough now. I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning… my dear. Back off. Although, I have loved this — this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
 
No one gets to me
Not to Moriarty
But you’re close, very close
Knew you had it in you
Oh, it’s such a shame
That our little game
Has to come to an end,
You just can’t continue

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