EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK

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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

[gorebite.livejournal.com]

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Black-two and Jiji

#31

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

She checked her device, it was four-fifty five in the morning, rally was in five and Carter called for full armor. Well, here she was. Standing in the middle of her room, dressed to the nines in full attire. Save for her helmet. Black-Two didn't lose things, in fact, she was looking right at the damn thing.

"You can't sleep in there, Jiji," Two glowered down at the fuzzy little ball in her helmet. He was snoring. Two didn't even know cats could snore, let alone that loud. By the time Jiji was popping snot bubbles in her helmet, her patience broke.

She had to act, desperate times and all that. Accessing a seldom, if ever, used application on her device, Two hovered her forearm just above Jiji and hit, 'Play.'

Music came screeching out of her device, some awful squeal picked at random. Something called, 'house music.'

Two's face was mauled by the time she made it to rally, but like it mattered. She was wearing her helmet when she got there.

[blackcatjiji.livejournal.com]

Beautiful!

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

TAGBACK!

Two and Emile, #25

itt: Odd didn't clear out her christmas music yet

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

The smile under Black-Two's helmet was beaming through the layers of metal and technology as she held out the offensively bright red scarf to her partner.

"It's just a scarf and you look like I'm about to stab you," she chastised Emile's uncertain posture, only to blush seconds later,

"Sorry," her voice quieted, "bad joke."

Two was surprised she could hear Emile clearing his throat from under all that armor.

"It's okay," he said, lowering his neck in an uncharacteristically submissive fashion, "like you said, its just a damn scarf." He continued to radiate...displeasure as Two looped it around his broad with great care. The little penguin tassels was not endearing him to it, but it wasn't long before Two's amused laughter were in direct proportion with the blood pooling Emile's cheeks in a blush. Thank baby christ for helmets.

"I know you don't like it, but just wear a little while," Two said as she pawed at the fuzzy white tassel at the end of her Santa hat glued to her helmet, "to be festive."

Emile knew he was fighting a losing battle, anyway. After all, he was the only one of the Spartans that actually bother to show up to Two's impromptu Christmas caroling adventure. It would break her heart to be out here along in the artificial snow, and Emile could grin and bear the ugly penguin scarf from hell it if it meant-

"Here, hold my hand, we're going to sing now."

In full gear, he could only feel the pressure of Two's hand in his, but it was still warming, somehow. And then, out in the cold, just the two of them...they sang.

O, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to that perfect light....

[evaskullface.livejournal.com]

Bawww so adorable and Christmassy.

[i-would-kindly.livejournal.com]

T-800 and Legion. Beep boop.

15

[blacktwo.livejournal.com]

"The process is simple," the terminator explained as it sat there with its similarly synthetic compadre out behind the barracks. They were inside the base mere moments ago, but as the pair of them were much more comfortable speaking to one another in the electronic whir of geth, it wasn't long before their Sarah and Shepard, respective "owners" as it were had it up to here with their irritating and constant stream of clicks and whistles were they politely asked to fuck right along and out the door. They did, and with no argument, and here they were out in the back.

The larger of the two, used its five-fingered hands to play with Legion's own, four-digit quarian designed right as T-800 shaped the fingers to its will, lecturing, "the thumb is held out at a ninety degree angle, the remaining fingers are pressed to the palm like," the terminator squeezed its hands around Legions, "this. Are you following?"

Legion croaked, one of its face plates cocking up in somewhat confused amusement, "we are following." It assured the terminator as it repeplicated the gesture with its free hand. Pretty soon, the pair were masters at the 'thumbs up.'

"Thumbs up. A human hand sign that significances the recipient of the gesture has done a extraordinary job or something of amazement, or, 'cool.' Correct?"

"Affirmative," the terminator nodded, pleased, though neither did, or could, really show it. Although, the terminator did smile when Legion, after its lesson, pressed fingers to palm, thumb at a near-perfect ninety degree angle and gave the terminator an honest to Creator thumbs up, one hand still in the terminators. There was no data available as to why that last part was.

[i-would-kindly.livejournal.com]

Holy shit best fill ;A;

I love the fuck out of this. NO PROBLEMO, DUDE

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

Sarah and T-800 (again :D)

#135

[terminatenomore.livejournal.com]

What Sarah wanted to know was just where in the hell the terminator found something like a Stetson and just what possessed it to actually wear it. Sitting in the driver’s side of the jeep they “liberated” from one of the Garden Zones, she watched the terminator any time It popped out from the behind the lifted hood and mulled over much she hated, hated that damn hat and deliberated on the consequences of knocking it off of the terminator skull. After a few, quiet moments, Sarah decided against it solely because of how much of a schoolyard bully thing that would be to do, even to something like a cyborg.

It was a nice hat, but the long she looked at it; the harder she had to try to stick with her decision not to swipe it. It was messing with her- the hat, not the terminator who just got coolant in its eyes and acted like it was nothing- terminators didn’t hold the capacity to actively taunt a person. Hats, however, apparently did. The way it sat on the T-800’s brow, how the shadows softened and obscured his sharp features and blank, uncanny valley expressions was what was setting her off. It made him look human, too human. Understatedly disconcerting.

Her time spent with the other AI on this station, through choice or otherwise was, in a way, a learning method. The lesson being that AI were, in some way, like people. Not that she was championing for their civil rights, oh hell no, only that- like people the AI of this station were vastly diverse in terms of abilities- including the ability to give the impression of humanity. Early in her arrival, she had the terminator assuredly placed in the lowest rung. It was like a bird looking at itself in a mirror or a monkey, mimicking the movements around it in hopes it would produce a believable, human, appearance. Something she could, on the spot, identify T-800 as one of them.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. As days turned into weeks and creeping uncomfortably into months, the line between man and machine was getting harder to draw and it was no longer her standing opposite the machines in a Mexican standoff. It was Sarah plus one machine that was just as lost and maybe even just as scared and unsure as she was. It was almost becoming an equal, not just a tool but someone in the same boat as her. Thoughts like this would give her greater pause then those rare moments she would look into the terminators face and forget it wasn’t her would-be-murderer.

Her thoughts were broken when the terminator slammed the hood shut and came around the side. She moved, letting the thing with the face of the monster that tried to kill her into the driver’s seat, and found herself smiling at it. You’ve come a long way, baby.

“Nice hat.”

[hows-the-knee.livejournal.com]

omg

this was wonderful. I am grinning so hard.

Now I want to watch the movie and do all the tags with you forever but I have no time to do either right now :( but this made my night. <33333

[unwillingpirate.livejournal.com]

T-800 and Bonny!

Song number... 800. Derp

[hyperlethality.livejournal.com]

Six and Black-Two... #62?

[in-rare-form.livejournal.com]

Fluttershy and Rarity, re; DRAGONS SPARTANS DRAGONS! #783