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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.

( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

Comments

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

... Okay. So I haven't actually posted yet but I happen to love writing drabbles so CONNUNDRUM HERE. I suppose that limits this to castmates (and/or creative people which I am totally okay with. And for some reason I tried to write 'cock' instead of 'okay'. UM, ALRIGHT, FREUD...) BUT I LOVE THE REST OF YOU ANYWAYS?

So, hit me. Thom 293 | 192.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

HOLY FUCKING FERRETS page two hi.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

HI THOM

WRITE ME SOMETHING WITH YOU AND ME

FOR SONG

...


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in which roy obviously does not know the definition of 'drabble' 1/2

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

Song is Circle (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TVPUqN4q4o) by Slipknot!

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     Any med doctor worth their UNSC-approved certification would have taken one look at the pair of them, declared them unfit for duty, and have been right to do so. Thom's balance was shot all to hell; he was having trouble walking in so much as a vaguely crooked line, let alone a straight one. One violently torn hamstring, a concussive knock to the head and his right ear still ringing from either the blast he'd gotten rather too intimate with or the wall that had collapsed on him in the aftermath. At least the eardrum hadn't burst - he'd remember the sensation that resulted in getting benched from Pegasi - but he'd be a couple days before he could hear out of it properly, and for now was rerouting all audio input to his left side, disorienting in itself.

     Putting one foot in front of the other had become its own game of cat and mouse. He'd stopped being certain if he was half-carrying Emile, or if Emile was half-carrying him. Even through his helmet's filters, Thom could smell the charred ozone of Four's overcharged shield. The back plate of his MJOLNIR armour had taken a superheated plasma bolt, and there were little blisters in the topcoat finish. He recognized the splash pattern and in it, the fact that there was no way that Emile had escaped the third degree proof of purchase. Add that to the blow to the chest he'd taken from a Hunter's shield, and you about had their day sewn up.

     "You gonna live?" he asked. It took him a second to recognize his own voice over the persistent ping of his suit's warning systems and the hoarse, gravel-consistency to it.

     Emile huffed at him in the manner of someone confronted with a question replete with idiocy. "You think?" he asked, all sarcasm.

     "You see those bars next to my name in your HUD? Gives me the right to ask stupid questions every once in a while."

     "Don't make a habit of it," Emile growled. It was as an afterthought that he added the word "Sir."

     "Wouldn't dream of it, Four."

     Silence, save for their staccato breathing, settled over the both of them. Dropship rendezvous was two clicks away, and Thom had been expecting their warthog to survive until then, not be shot out from under them by the Hunter pair they'd surprised.

     "So," he said after a while. "A Spartan, a Helljumper, and an Elite walk into a bar..."

     "I will kill you," Emile said, his tone flat.

     Death threats, saturnine or otherwise, were a better measure of Emile's status than the silence, and a sure sign that he hadn't succumbed to shock. Thom knew he should keep them talking - keep himself talking, by the way his pupils were refusing to dilate or focus - but for the time being, that thought was enough. They'd survive. Mission accomplished.

     "You'd try," he retorted, hitching his arm a little more comfortably across Emile's shoulders, trying to avoid jostling the worst of the burn site.

     Emile was silent for a moment, and his breath stopped coming in over the comm. Holding it. So Thom had tweaked the injury. He was about to open his mouth to apologize when Emile spoke. "Another building oughta do it."

/TYPES FOREVER.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

     Thom made a show of looking around them. "Really. A building." They were in the last kilometer stretch, damnable open ground. He didn't like it, but this world had geo-magnetic plates that were hell on the delicate instruments of a dropship.

     "I figure ten stories."

     "Ambitious."

     "Practical. And sir? It'll be reinforced concrete."

     Thom quirked a half-smile, realizing the game. Emile was playing him for consciousness, same as he was. For a moment, Thom was actually too stunned to reply. It wasn't sentimentality so much as he just set his leg down wrong and reminded himself about that torn hamstring, thanks.

     "Avoiding ten story concrete buildings for the foreseeable future, check."

     "You better."

FIESTAAA

[oneliners.livejournal.com]

THOM Y NUMERO DOS

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Re: FIESTAAA

[royali.livejournal.com]

Song is 'Sleeping Sickness' by City and Colour. WHY SO ANGSTY, PLAYLIST. (hilariously, the songs on either side of it are more comedic. 'Big Balls' by AC/DC and 'Bitches' by Mindless Self Indulgence.) LA LA LA ENTIRELY UNEDITED LA LA LA? As with the Emile piece this probably could have just... gone on indefinitely. Fffff.


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He'd been on the team eleven months before Pegasi ever even came up. The OP that wiped out most of Beta them wasn't something Thom liked to talk about, much less dwell on.

"Message from Lieutenant Commander Ambrose," Kat told him. Communiqués from the man – the Spartan – who trained them were rare, succinct, and generally welcome. Thom had never met a III that didn't respect him, wouldn't die for him.

"What's it say?" he asked, throwing himself down on Kat's bed. The others are gone on some day OP they got grounded on. Pulled the short straws. Emile had promised to bring back an Elite head, but Thom was pretty sure he'd been joking, as much as Emile ever joked.

"The usual. Nothing else would make it past the sensors. The new AI – Endless Summer – is much more stringent than Deep Winter. Everything is monitored more closely."

Thom nodded, rolling onto his back to make a brief contemplation of the ceiling. Most of the Spartans lived up to the frugal nature of their namesakes, but her room had managed to sneak fragments of her personality into it. Oh, it was nothing overt – no pictures on the walls, no hidden diary in pink bound leather (why had he thought about that in such specific terms?) – but the room just felt like Kat. Of course, it could have been the three monitors she had hooked up to her officer-issued commpad.

"Wonder how the new kids are doing. Gamma, right?"

"Gamma," Kat confirmed. "They're undergoing their augmentations soon. The Lieutenant Commander has added three new compounds to their chemical cocktail. I haven't been able to find out what they're meant to change; their coded designations do not actually exist in any database, UNSC or otherwise. I only know about them at all because I chased a signal from Ambrose to Ackerson, caught an embedded ghost file."

Kat. Fingers in every pie across the UNSC. There was not a morning he woke up and didn't thank whatever higher powers were out there that she was on their side. "Hope it helps them," Thom said quietly. "They need every edge they can get."

"Indeed." Kat's voice had slipped down a notch from its usual even-keeled chill right down into glacial.

Pegasi had killed two hundred and ninety-one kids from Beta. And they'd been kids – soldiers first - but most of them hadn't been much over twelve. With ten years on that number, Thom's had time to accrue the hindsight necessary to know just how young they were.

They're both thinking it, he just says it first. "Why'd you get pulled?"

She inhales in the way to which she's prone when she's dealing with delicate circuitry. "You know, none of the IIs can match my record for hacked files, enemy or otherwise? Even then. But after Alpha... I think the Lieutenant Commander was looking for any excuse to save as many of us as he could. He foresaw the danger, acted accordingly."

It was strangely sentimental, for a II. At least, for the legends of the IIs. They were supposed to be completely impenetrable. Devoid of emotion. They'd been built up so long in Thom's mind that to have the final nail driven in the coffin of the Elcee's perfection was a bit dizzying. Jorge he could accept – the big man was one of them. Lieutenant Commander Ambrose had always been set above them.

Kat was quiet for a moment. Like Thom, she'd have no doubt given anything to have participated at Pegasi. Even if it would have killed her. He knew the thought process – maybe if I'd been there, it would have gone differently.

Then,

Re: FIESTAAA

[royali.livejournal.com]

"You?"

She already knew. She'd have known the moment he was assigned to Noble. But he appreciated her asking, giving him a chance to talk about it. It was as close to therapy as any of them ever got and most of them ever needed.

"Blew my inner ear three days before we were scheduled to drop," he said, rolling his right shoulder. "Poked my head up out of the dirt in time to be in close proximity to an anti-tank mine that went off." He gestures at the scars he has, the shrapnel that had lacerated his cheek and neck and into his hairline. That'd been a weird experience, pulling off his trashed SPI helmet later. It'd been entirely vacuum sealed, he hadn't wanted to take it off mid-mission and so had dealt with the blood sloshing around inside. When it came off, it was with a noise he'd never forget, one that made him think of leeches.

"In-situ cloning takes two weeks. There was no way I was going to lead India with no balance. I tried to sneak onto the drop-ship anyways; Mendez caught me and hauled me off. We'd all seen him act mad, you know? But before then, I'm not sure he'd ever actually been angry. I thought he was gonna hit me." Thom laughs a little at the memory. It'd have hurt Mendez more than it might have hurt him. Might have even broken the old man's hand. "He had me slapped in cuffs and I spent the night in the brig instead of the hospital. Pretty sure that if I wasn't a Spartan, I'd have been 92'd so fast... instead I got the lecture of my life. How leading a team when you're unfit to do so is not only stupid, but irresponsible. He yelled at me for about twenty minutes, I don't remember him stopping once to take a breath."

Kat kept her eyes on the screen as he spoke, which he didn't mind. It was a free and clear sign that they'd be able to pretend that they hadn't talked about it at all later.

"Stuck with me, all these years later. You know, I'd have turned down the promotion if Carter hadn't been the one pinning bars to my uniform."

Kat snorted. "Times like this, I can't tell if you're a martyr or a masochist."

"The world may never know," he told her teasingly.

[recompiling]

Thom and Rookie it could happen, 135

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

... I - I - oh holy lol forever the song is called Don't Question My Heart - I CAN'T EVEN --

/brb, loling forever. well, and writing. but mostly loling.

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Six and Thom? Uhh... #67.

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

You would pick that number.

Totally on it, bb. ♥

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

THOM AND KAT or Carter I am not picky.

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[royali.livejournal.com]

I give up on this drabble thing. HERE. (http://royali.livejournal.com/81881.html#cutid1)

It's a little derpy? but idk, idk.

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

Jun/Thom/CAKE

#28 ((because, oddly enough, 2+9+3=14, 2+6+6=14, 14+14=28. I hate math but for some reason I was compelled to figure this out and hey, coincidence! :D ETA: of course, now I am remembering Bungie's affinity for 7, and feel a little silly XD ))

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

Characters: ☆ Name Carter || (nobleleader )
☆ Name York || (howkickassiam )

Number of Tracks: 2324 OKAY I CUT IT DOWN BY 10,000 DON'T JUDGE ME.

[poisonousflame]

CARTER AND KAT

247

GO

wow this is depressing?? also this was twice as long but i had to cut it down.

[nobleleader.livejournal.com]

# 247 Fiona Apple | Used to Love Him

Emile'd warned him, way back. Even Kat's patience with this wasn't endless, even Kat got tired of waiting for something that she wasn't going to get. None of them could blame her, really. The Commander was utterly brilliant on the battlefield, and not one of them would have said that they didn't trust him to watch their backs on and off the field. When things weren't as complicated, though- during downtime, during times when all of them could actually relax, it seemed like he couldn't.

Even here, on the station, when all they had to worry about was keeping certain people in line, Carter was always Commander Carter; he was finding the habit harder and harder to shake, no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't for lack of trying, either- he could get along with civvies just fine, could walk the walk and talk the talk and no one was the wiser.

It's just, Kat was waiting on him. He knew it, just as much as everyone else did. And normally, with certain things riding on his shoulders, he did nothing but exceed expectations, but with this-- well, with this, it wasn't so easy. Things stayed the same.

The shower has room, Commander, Kat offers, wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, and it's like the fifty other times before she's offered, all long legs and bared skin and Carter wants to say yes, because he wants this, wants her.

He smiles, just the faintest twitch of his lips and rolls out of bed, shaking his head.

Maybe later, he answers, and pretends like he doesn't see the look on Kat's face that's frustration and a little bit of anger all mixed in, her hand clutching the doorway tight enough it creaks in protest. It's how it happens every single time, countless times until Kat finally realizes it's going to stop.






Emile'd warned him.

"...I understand," Carter says carefully, forcing himself to look at her, because for some reason, even when being berated by Mendez, it didn't hurt this much. Which, really, considering the look on Kat's face, is unfair. He's hurt her more than she's hurting him at the moment, and he shoves any of the sting down, fights that back. This whole mess started because he can't function properly- can't separate work from life, and can't actually take a hold of the idea of having a normal life.

"Do you?" Kat asks, tone a little sharper than she realizes, and she shakes her head before he can formulate an answer, not wanting to hear it. "Five years is too long, Commander."

"I know." And he does know, he really does. It isn't like he means to string her along, it isn't like he doesn't want her, but work always comes first, and he can't find that balance, though not for lack of trying. He can't blame her for finally giving up, for telling him no, this time. Carter sucks in a breath and gives her the crookedest of smiles, no humor in it. "If that's all, Kat."

She looks like she wants to hit him, honestly- that brief flash of something across her face as she stares at him, and then shakes her head, a quick jerk of her chin, hand curling into a ball. "It would seem it is," she says, and this time, makes no attempt to hide the ice in her tone. Stupid, maybe, but she'd hoped he'd fight for it. Fight her, at least. He's good at fighting everything else, and while she'll never deny that she knows how to get her way with him, she hadn't wanted her way with this.

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

CARTER AND EMILE 239

also York and Delta 12

[shiesaway.livejournal.com]

YORK AND T-800

"So I herd u liked Sarah"

#32

[thom-293.livejournal.com]

HAY COMMANDER S'UP


Carter and Thom. 1132. :D

[howkickassiam.livejournal.com]

Requested by nie last night by phone laksf.

436 | Regina Spektor | Blue Lips + Carter&Anyone

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Kat’s body weighs more than a thousand pounds in his arms, he thinks. At least, that’s how it feels; dead weight always feels more heavy than anything else, all things considered. It should be something that he’s used to, but he really isn’t, not when it’s members of his team he’s carrying away from battles they’ve won, but lost. The others get in the first Pelican, though Emile hops out and switches abruptly; Carter realizes why a moment later as the other Spartan helps get Kat’s limp body up and into the vehicle, without smacking her head or arms against things.

He doesn’t thank the rifleman; there’s a faint nod, and Carter wordlessly sets Kat down, a clear space in the back of the Pelican that is meant for weapons and ammunition, but it’s all they have. Her hands get folded over her stomach, and he arranges her with as much care as he can, knowing it’ll be a long flight. When he finally settles in the chair, Emile reaches out and holds his shoulder for a long moment, before both of them turn, focusing on what’s going past them out the window. Nearly three days of no sleeping finally catches up, and Carter falls asleep, leaning against the window, relieved to not have to look at the mess of glassed earth and ruined city.




Dot’s voice is loud in his ear, but he’s blocking it out, focusing on piloting, rather than making the AI happy. She’s demanding he seek medical attention, but even he can feel the wetness seeping into his basesuit, letting him know that no, medical attention isn’t going to fix massive amounts of internal bleeding.

Carter coughs wetly, blood spattering across the windshield and he wipes it off as best as he can, lifting them so Emile can have better aim at the Banshees following them. The biofoam keeps anything from hurting too badly-- it’s all mostly numb at this point, feeling like he’s moving through fifty pounds of syrup, body too heavy for the armor he’s wearing.

“Boss,” Emile says, just once, and Carter shakes his head, hearing Emile load another round into his gun to fire it. That’s all it takes- just one word, and Emile understands, even if he doesn’t like it. This isn’t exactly how he wanted things to go, but there’s not a lot of options, and Carter would rather see them get it done. They can’t save Reach, not this time around. They can always rebuild it later, but it’s lost, Carter knows that, just like Kat had, days ago.

It gets harder and harder to focus as time goes on, until finally, he knows what he needs to do. It’s only a matter of a few switches flipped, before the Pelican is on a crash course. He’s not going to survive- if he wasn’t so injured, he might have gone with them, but he can feel the blood dripping from his nose, can taste it on his tongue, and his right ear is ringing. He’s next to useless, all things considered, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of the mission.

Dot says something, sharp and likely along the lines of what are you doing, but he doesn’t hear it, too busy making sure the Pelican dips toward the Scarab, while he reaches for the dogtags nearby, tucking them under his armor, so they rest next to his. They’re Kat’s; he hadn’t had the heart to leave them with her body, and at least this way, maybe, they’ll survive the blast enough for someone to get them later on. It’s a far-fetched hope, but it’s something.

He barely feels the impact- it’s a scream of metal and an explosion of heat, for just the barest of seconds and then nothing, not even the dogtags surviving the blast.

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

York + LadyMaine #2000

Carter + Jun #1221

Carter + random network shenanigans #999

/sneaks in, hides in back

[chttrbox-recon.livejournal.com]

Going to try something a little different, here. I suck at writing other people's characters, whether I'm familiar with the canon or not. So instead, I will be writing ~*poetry*~. I have a fondness for Haikus and Limericks, but also like freeform. You've been warned.

Characters:
♨ - Jun-A266 || (chttrbox_recon )
⚔ - 7 || (qcksilverspear )
☣ -FemMeta/LadyMaine || (dont_know_maine )
❦ - Rarity || (in_rare_form )
Number of Tracks: 159

forgot a number hurpa derp

[gorebite.livejournal.com]

Fluttershy and Rairty! re; SPARTANS PONIES AND THE ART OF THE DRESS

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