My dear Miraculous Ladybug fandom:
I need a fanvid to this song.
I know it’s 3/4 of ridiculous to request this, but just take a listen and tell me it isn’t perfect. And there’s plenty of places to cut it off so it can be shorter than one minute.
I mean come on. This is pretty much going to be my theme for them, because at least one of them is never listening to the other. And Paris. And just requesting company. Perfect.
(Note: Immediately associating a song with your newest fandom is a symptom of Critical Mass. This is probably not okay.)
…I appreciate that Pandora was psychic about my need to hear this song right now.
ALL OF MY FUCK YES ON THIS SONG.
You see, a lot of her songs are upbeat and fun and stuff, but with this realistic discoloring from the ideal. No love songs, all relationship songs with ups and down.
But when you hear a lot of singers going on with upbeat song and then their one sad song, and it’s a complete sappy downer.
There’s not a word of this song that isn’t relatable. There isn’t a word that isn’t 100% real.
Listen to it.
I just realized why I like Kate Nash’s relationship songs, like this and “We Get On”—because she doesn’t write love songs. She writes relationship songs. There is so muc realism to it, and good melodies and the cathiest hooks.
Since I write so many things that are non-love stories because non-love in romantic situations is more real to me than lovey-dovery romantic love, I’m unreasonably ecstatic about this realization.
Bless Kate Nash.
Another Pandora share.
Shut up. I know my music listening is schizophrenic. (Between Emily Autumn and Kate Nash I did jump around a bit, listened to two songs on my jazz station structured around Tank! by The Seatbelts, and then came to this.)