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EVERYTHING TAKES YOU BACK
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.
( 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)!
- reference our previous meme if you're still confused
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Gardenia Clarke (
Bonny Serge (
3600 songs!
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Gardenia, "you should see the other guy!", 313
Numero uno, which turned out all angsty for some reason??
Alanis Morissette - Doth I Protest Too Much (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2i-EFyW7Onc)
Bonny had not particularly had a type back when she was still a part of the whole dating scene (back when she went on leave every now and then, back when she sometimes changed out of her uniform, back when she made an effort to get drunk enough to flatter guys with weak egos). Still Mike had been entirely the opposite of everything she wanted, enjoyed, and needed in a man.
He'd torn through her personal beliefs and values like a jeep through a park. A park she'd spent so many years carefully cultivating until it'd become something she could look at with pride, and yet the moment he'd come into her life she could only bear witness to its decay - a decay that went quicker and quicker still.
Every time he flirted with a girl while she was sitting right next to him, every time he pointed out how hot some inane celebrity looked with longer hair, every time he laughed at her eating habits (ravenous, uncivilized) or told her how she was really more one of the guys than his girlfriend. Every single time she'd grin a tight-lipped grin, and pretend like she didn't care.
Of course they'd broken up. She'd seen it coming from the very first time he slapped her on the shoulder and told her what a fine-looking specimen she was, before they were even involved. And yet there had been some sort of need of having to prove herself to him now that he was back to having one-night stands with giggly blondes and buxom Lieutenants.
It started with wearing more low-cut tops, and it ended with her in his bed again, telling him that no man, she wasn't looking for anything involved either. She was one of the guys, right? Feelings were for giggly blondes. She could screw around with the best of them. No reason for anything complicated. It was a guy thing, really.
Somehow those last attempts to be close to him again only served to propel herself away from him even further and faster until she couldn't stop anymore, couldn't turn back, until she was lying in that chair in one of the hospital buildings, Gonzalez between her legs, this might hurt a little and then an empty womb and an insurmountable chasm between her and him.
It was a guy thing, really.
I'm not even sure what this is :')
Badly Drawn Boy - Disillusion (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B11msns6wPU)
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Gardenia stood defiantly at Virgil's workshop's entrance, her shorts entirely too short, her shirt entirely too tight and her sneakers the tell-tale orange of gravel. She put her hands on her hips for good measure, and tried to force her coddled biceps to bulge, to no avail. Virgil eyed her up and down, and then emitted a roaring laugh.
"Errand Girl, Errand Girl - what are you wearing?"
"I'm proving to you that I'm not as weak as you think I am. Come on, we're fighting. Stand up." She jogged in place, which already had her winded.
Virgil gave her a wary look. "I'm not fighting you."
"Then you lose by default."
"But I'd win if we did fight. I oughta win by default."
"Well, that's not how it works."
Virgil shrugged and turned back to the remote controlled hoverboard he'd been tinkering with. "Go on and play cowboys and indians with someone else, love. Daddy's busy."
"Fine!" Gardenia shouted. "I'll prove it to you anyway. Just you wait." And with that she stormed away.
Virgil had forgotten all about the incident when she returned an hour later, battered and bloody. Panting heavily, she leaned against the doorframe. "Guess what," she said.
Virgil turned to her, and his eyebrows shot up as he saw how gorey she was. "You gave birth to a cutlery set?"
"No," she replied, emphatically. "I was just in a fight. And I won. How do you like me now, huh? Guess I'm not the kind of girl you took me for."
Virgil shook his head and grinned. "I guess not," he purred, strolling towards her. "Looks like you got your pretty little ass beat, Errand Girl."
"Yeah, well, you should see the other guy."
Cupping her face, he licked her cheek.
"Does the other guy taste like ketchup too?"
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69 awww yeah
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